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 {Carna Roman} " It Went Swimmingly ( Part 1 of 3 ) " ( Mff inc rom preg )

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MOTTO: *Traieciamus ad Absurdum*, or:
"...*her* motto was that anything worth doing at all is worth overdoing
- and she did..." (Rufo, about his smuggling partner, in *Glory Road* by

Robert A.  Heinlein, Ch 9).

   DISCLAIMER: You do *not* have to read this story.  Do not read this
story if you are under 21, or whatever age it is that your local
self-important politicians and bureaucrats tell you is old enough for you
to be a grown-up as, of course, by definition they know much better than
you how to live your own life; or if you are offended by explicit sexual
content and incest; or you are a government employee whether local,
national, or international.  If you're a snoop or a moralising nut go and
bother someone else; because no-one *has* to read this story.
STYLE: To quote Clayton, "You might find this story to be a little long
winded for your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety,
Pumpety'. Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those
stories in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third
paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their second
encounter or their next partner by the tenth." I agree with him, and so
that's my style.
NOTE: This is a stand-alone part of the collection "Carna Romances"

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   IT WENT SWIMMINGLY (Mff inc rom preg ) (Part 1 of 3)

   by

   Roman Carna

   It was the end of the Summer Term.

   Emma Benson and Sarah Jessop had been planning this vacation in the Lake
District for the last few weeks of school time: since, coincidentally in
fact, June 1st.  It was to be from 1st July and to last a month.  This
would be all right as Sarah's dad usually took this long most years; and,
as he always did, he'd do some freelance writing and photojournalism while
they were on holiday.

   This time they and Tom, Sarah's dad, would take the Jessops' large
three-berth tent to camp at the farm where they had stayed for a part of
each year since before Sarah's mother Anne had been killed.  Emma's father
Bob, and Margaret Benson, Emma's aunt, both of whom had been part of the
original plan, had to be excluded after a while as a case he was counsel
for had been listed over those dates, and Margaret wouldn't go without him
but was determined to stay behind with him in London.

   The spot that the farmer had let them use was in some rough meadow and
woodlands near the edge of the lake right up at the unfashionable opposite
end from the little Cumbrian town that was the local metropolis and next to
a small river, the Linhel, that fed it from the privately-owned (by the
Liddell Rowse Estates Holdings) Linhelsmere further up in the fells.  It
was quite secluded here, and day trippers and tourists never seemed to come
that far round the shore.  About a hundred yards further along from where
they usually pitched the tent, enclosed by a small wood with bushes and
thickets of underbrush, was a small sandy beach from which they would often
swim.

   The two girls had been best friends for quite some time: five years, in
fact, since they had sat next to each other in the same Form II class at
prep school when they were eight.

   Now Emma Benson was a shapely 13 year old.  She had started puberty
earlier than Sarah, when she was eleven, and now had nicely shaped breasts
which filled out her junior bra in a way that many a fifteen year old would
envy.  She had a delightful figure, still with some traces of 'puppy fat'.
Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair, which was often in a pony tail,
fell in a wavy cascade to the nape of her neck when she wore it down.

   Her friend Sarah's development had been more conventional.  She'd
started menstruating about a year earlier, when she was a couple of months
past twelve.  Her bust was less advanced and more of a typical thirteen
year old's pair of half-grapefruit mounds with a developing hour-glass
figure, and a cute tight bottom.  She wore her blonde hair in a bob usually
held back by an alice-band.

   Tom Jessop, her father, had reckoned (when at Christmas he and Bob
Benson had been comparing notes on their daughters) that she had started
her periods later than Emma because the shock of Anne's death in a road
accident four years before had set her development back a bit.  Since then
she had been raised solely by Tom, so naturally they were very close.

   Bob and Emma also lived alone together as Jackie, Bob's wife and Emma's
mother, had walked out on them when Emma was six and just starting at prep
school to go and live with her girlfriend and lover down in Teignmouth.  A
divorce and sole custody of Emma to Bob had followed, and, although he
insisted that she kept in touch with her mother and she had gone and stayed
with her at the Devon seaside resort on several occasions, Jackie was
effectively out of her life as a mother but remained as a good friend. 
This seemed to suit the older woman better than motherhood, but Bob kept
worrying about the long-term effect on their daughter of the absence of a
mother figure in her childhood.

   Emma kept reassuring him that it was all right.  She had her mother when
she needed her, and as she got older she'd talk to her a lot on the phone;
and she also had Margaret, the elder of Bob's younger sisters, who would
drop in to their house so often, and spend so much time there, that it
seemed that she almost lived with them.  Margaret was 25, single, and also
a barrister, like Bob, although they worked for different Chambers.  She
and Emma were very close, almost like sisters, and Margaret had in fact
"mothered" her - or perhaps "elder sistered" her - since Jackie left seven
years before when the older woman was eighteen and had just started at
university.  And Margaret, it seems, was in on the planning of this
vacation.

   The journey up from London along the M1 and M6 was pretty uneventful
specifically, and generally tedious especially when passing through the
long traffic jam around Birmingham.  The girls mostly sat in the back seat
of the Range Rover, but at one point took it in turns to sit in the front
next to Tom when they would chatter to him inconsequentially to keep him
awake against the soporific effects of motorway driving.  Their "in flight
entertainment", as they called it, consisted mostly of listening to music
on their Walkmans, although at one point they watched a movie on a tiny
portable TV Tom had acquired on a trip to Japan.  They took in two or three
"service stops" during the journey mainly to relieve the pressure on
bladders, but also to acquire more of the rubbishy food and drink that seem
to constitute the staple diet of travellers.

   They reached the farm after about six hours as the stops had added quite
a lot of time to the journey.  Tom took the vehicle down to the spot where
they were going to set up the tent, and all three of them worked to unload
all the gear from the boot and off the roof-rack.  While Tom took the Rover
back to the farmyard for parking, Sarah and Emma unpacked the tent and laid
out its components ready for erecting, along with the groundsheets and
their sleeping bags.  When Tom got back from parking the vehicle they were
just finishing sorting the food and "kitchen" supplies.  It took all three
of them to get the tent up, not that it was all that difficult, just
awkward.  With that completed Tom reckoned that the girls weren't needed
for the stashing away of the rest of the stuff and so told them they were
free to do whatever they wanted for a while.

   "Don't wander off, you two, at least not too far.  There are probably
wild animals here, or at least wild tourists".  They laughed.  "What,
Daddy? Wild rabbits and deer.  And we've never seen a tourist: they're an
endangered species here." "Yes, well there's always a first time." "It's
OK, Daddy.  We'll be careful.  We're only going to go swimming."

   After the girls had grabbed a couple of towels from the stack and headed
off to the little beach, Tom busied himself with the chores of setting up
camp, which didn't take him as long as he'd feared, so he lounged inside
under the awning at the table and made himself a coffee.  After he'd
finished his drink he changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing for the
drive up into a pair of old shorts and a tee-shirt, and a pair of sandals
Anne had bought him years ago in Spain that he now wore for general
slobbing about.

   He soon got bored just sitting around on his own so he made for the
beach, to see what the girls were doing.

   As he got near he realised that he couldn't hear any sounds.  Normally
they'd be shrieking with laughter.  He wondered what was up, or what they
were doing that kept them so quiet.  So he crept through the undergrowth of
the bit of woodland that separated the camp site from the lake meaning to
surprise them.  He hid behind a thick bush close to the beach.

   Emma was doing 'lengths' of breast-stroke backwards and forwards through
the warm slightly murky water, but Sarah wasn't anywhere to be seen at
first glance.  He spotted her further along the beach, lying in the
underbrush of the woods sunbathing.  So he crept back into the cover of the
wood and walked round to where he judged that he could get close to her.

   Emma did a few more 'lengths', then she too got out of the water not far
from where Tom had been, towelled herself dry and lay down to sunbathe
naked as she had been 'skinny dipping'.

   As Tom crept close to his daughter, he realised that she was naked lying
on her front with her towel under her.  His eyes roamed over her lissom
body, taking in the delightful sweep of her back and especially the
lushious shape of her bottom.  He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  As
he watched, Sarah rolled over languidly onto her back and ran her hands
slowly and caressingly over her breasts and belly; and then, sucking the
middle finger of her right hand to coat it with saliva, she proceeded to
work at her moist, pouting cunt rubbing its lips furiously.  She lay back
on the towel and spread her legs, raising them slightly at the knees, and
pushed her finger deeper into her vagina pulling the distended lips tight
as she masturbated with her finger.

   Her juices flowed more freely as her finger slipped in and out easily,
her hand almost a blur to the eye.  She rubbed her clitoris like crazy.  As
he watched Tom realised that he had a full eight inch erection in his
shorts brought on by this spectacle of his daughter bringing herself to
orgasm at the edge of the lake.  He stepped out of his shorts releasing his
prick, and began slowly running his hand up and down its shaft as he
watched Sarah masturbate.  As she came closer to her orgasm, she began to
moan out loud "Oh God, Daddy, fuck me.  I want you to fuck me.  Please fuck
me.  Oh, God, I'm cumming!  Oh, God!  Daddeeee!"

   He was stunned by this revelation as to whom she was masturbating about,
and as a result moved carelessly when he shifted his position accidently
breaking a twig with a snap as he did so.  Sarah, who though languid from
her orgasm, was still stroking her dripping cunt with her greasy fingers,
responded breathlessly.

   "Is that you, Emma?  Daddy?'

   Tom's heart sank, and he felt a hot flush spread around his face and
neck.  What would people think if he was found masturbating at the sight of
his 13 year old daughter.  And, more important, what would Sarah think: how
would she react.  Fantasising about her father was one thing; being faced
with the reality of his own arousal might well be another.  He held his
breath hoping she might think she'd imagined the noise, or something.

   "Daddy is that you behind that bush?  It's all right, Daddy.  You can
come out."

   He knew he had been rumbled.  His heart sank, and his erection
disappeared almost immediately.  Tom quickly pulled his shorts back on and
stepped from behind the bush, saying "Hi, darling!" as though nothing had
happened.  Sarah made no move to cover herself or to get up.  In fact, she
continued to finger herself in front of her father, with a delighted smile
on her face as she looked him in the eye.  His confusion departed quickly,
and he gazed mesmerised at her completely exposed cunt with the warm,
glistening vaginal fluid that was slowly running down its lips and coating
her fingers.  The aroma of her pheromones played on his nostrils and his
cock stiffened to an even bigger erection than before.  He looked away,
somewhat ashamed of himself.  Sarah, too, blushed slightly with the
situation.

   But, taking charge of the opportunity fate had served her, she blurted
out unexpectedly (to Tom) "Would you make love to me, Daddy?"

   Tom was dumbfounded.  Here he was, standing a few feet from his naked 13
year old daughter with vaginal fluid all over her hands and upper thighs,
and he with an enormous erection, and she had just asked him to fuck her.

   "Eh?' was all he could say.  "Daddy, I've seen Emma and her Daddy doing
it, and I've wanted you to fuck me for ages.  I love you, Daddy.  I want
you to fuck me.  And it's obvious that you want to fuck me.  So please fuck
me, Daddy!" "You've had sex with Bob Benson?" was all he could think of
saying as he knelt own beside his naked daughter, his erection pointing
towards her face.  "No, Daddy.  Of course not.  It's you I want to fuck. 
But I've seen Emma and him fucking.  And I want you to do it with me. 
Please?" She reached out to take his throbbing cock in her hand still
coated with her vaginal fluids and proceeded to stroke him, which filled
him with delightful sensations.

   Tom hadn't had sex in years and here was his daughter's tight, innocent,
young virgin cunt desperately wanting to be fucked.  He and Bob and some
others of their friends had often talked about incest; they must have
talked the residual social inhibitions out of their systems - at least Bob
and he must have, because here was Sarah telling him that Bob was fucking
Emma and he wasn't scandalised, and he didn't feel any moral anguish at his
own feelings for Sarah.  He really wanted her and had done, actually, for a
few years, maybe since she was nine or so but increasingly as she matured,
he just had been terrified that she'd reject any advances and this would
ruin his relationship with his daughter.  But here she was telling him that
she wanted him to fuck her, and had for some time.  How could he refuse?  A
wave of loving lust swept over him and all he could think about at that
moment was filling her cunt with his cock and fucking her to orgasm.

   "Sarah, darling, I'd love to.  But we could get into very serious
trouble." "I know, Daddy.  But I won't tell anyone, unless you say I can.
What should I do now, Daddy?" "You start by stimulating me more by using
your mouth." "I've seen Emma do that to Bob," she announced and promptly
pushed the head of his cock past her lips into her mouth and began slowly
sliding up and down it, taking in a few inches at a time and running her
tongue along it, occasionally swirling it around the tip.  It had been so
long for Tom that he felt his orgasm coming almost immediately.  He
instinctively grabbed the back of her head and without thinking pushed it
towards his groin causing her to gag.  He backed off with a muttered "I'm
sorry, darling", and held her head more gently, but she'd taken more of his
member into her mouth.  She nearly gagged again as his first jet of semen
splashed to the back of her throat, swallowing only a little of it.  She
pulled back and his cock slipped from her mouth, so the next spurt missed,
landing on her cheek and chin leaving white streaks of warm cum on her face
and neck.

   As the orgasm passed he realised what had happened and looked down. 
Sarah looked flustered and he immediatly began apologising.  She looked up
with innocent eyes and a sperm covered face.

   "Don't worry, Daddy, darling, I liked it," she said, licking some of his
semen from her lips.  She tickled the tip of his cock with her tongue and
licked her lips again.  "But I didn't have any good feelings like Emma says
she gets." "OK," Tom said, "I'll give you good feelings...  Get on your
hands and knees, doggie style." Sarah did so, thrusting her bottom into the
air.  "OK, darling, now whatever you do, don't start pumping wildly.  Try
to stay in a rhythm." "OK, Daddy."

   Tom caressed a hand up one of her thighs and over her buttock letting
his finger slip into her warm cunt.  She closed her eyes and purred with
contentment.  He very gently played with her clitoris a bit with his thumb
and index-finger till her juices started flowing again.  Coating his finger
with her vaginal fluid, he smeared some of it across his freshly hardened
cock and lubricated it well.  As he put the head of his penis to her hole,
his balls ached with anticipation, and he gently slipped the head in.  It
was tight and he was only able to get the glans in at first; then she began
to relax and loosen up, and gradually another inch or so slid into her
vagina.  They kept this up, easing his cock into her, until about five
inches were slithering in and out of her virgin cunt.  Sarah began to moan
and breathe heavily, and started pushing her bottom back at him.

   "Oh, God, Daddy!  Please, give me some more.  I want you to fill me
up... pleeeaassse...  mmmm...  oooh..."

   Suddenly she thrust her arse back and his whole penis popped into her.
He felt a slight resistance that quickly gave way and a little blood began
seeping from the sides of his cock.  Obviously she was a virgin because her
hymen had just broken.  She gave a little cry of momentary pain, and a
quiet sob, and then began to push and pull at his cock with animal lust. 
Tom just kept thrusting and trying to keep his cock lodged in this wrything
tunnel of pleasure.  He grabbed her hips and sped up the rhythm.  A
rhythmic dull slapslapping sound came as they met on each push.  Tom let
out a low growl and Sarah began crying at the top of her voice.

   "Oh Yes!...  Fuck me, Daddy!...  Fuck me!...  Oh God, Daddy!  I... 
ooooohhh...  yeesssss...  mmmmm...", and her body shook as the orgasm took
hold.

   Her cunt lips tightened around Tom's cock and immediatly he started
pouring his load into her.  His cock throbbed and pulsed as jet after jet
of semen spurted from his cock deep inside his daughter's vagina.  He
slowed down his thrusts as the last dribbles emerged from his dick.  But
Sarah was still grunting and pushing, with no sign of stopping.  A lewd
idea crossed Tom's mind as he kept pace with his daughter's rhythm.  He
looked down and saw that his cock was well lubricated.

   He waited for another orgasm to take hold of Sarah, and just as she
started pumping wildly he drew back and pulled out his cock.  Before she
realised, her bottom was on its way back for another pump.  Tom raised his
stiff cock a few inches higher and pushed it into Sarah's anus.  The hole
was forced open and three-quarters of his member slurped into her arsehole.
Sarah's eyes opened wide with surprise more than shock, and her mouth
dropped open.  The orgasm came on strong again and she couldn't help but
push at the pleasure in her cunt; her anus hurt slightly but the feeling of
her Daddy's cock in it was incredible.  As his penis pushed against the
wall of her vagina from the other side she seemed to get twice as much
pleasure and felt that there was much more hole to fill.

   She peaked again and pushed back with all her might and all of Tom's
penis disappeared up her anal passage; she could swear she felt it push
against the end of her bowels as he ejaculated into her again.  She felt a
warm slightly painful sensation as his cock slurped out of her anus, and a
feeling of loss.  Sarah's body shuddered once again and she sprawled
forward full-length on the ground, exhausted.  Tom was panting furiously,
semen and vaginal fluid all over his hands, cock and crotch.  Sarah had
semen all over her face, and running down the inside of her thighs leaving
a glistening trail.

   "Oh, God, Daddy, that was wonderful!  I really love you.  I really do. I
want us to fuck forever!"

   She rolled over to face him and snuggled into his arms, kissing him hard
on his lips.  He kissed her back and they lay there on her now soiled towel
exchanging kisses and endearments.

   As she stroked his hair, she whispered to him "Do you think I'm pregnant
now?"

   Tom sat up with a start, and the cold shock of realisation hit him.  "Oh
my God, Sarah, I never thought..." "It's all right, Daddy darling.  I want
your baby.  I want you to get me pregnant.  Emma's having Bob's baby,
and..." "What?" "Emma's pregnant.  We found out just before the end of
term. She's about two weeks gone." "Has she told Bob?" "Oh, yes, of course,
and Margaret.  They're both delighted.  It's a wonder she didn't get
pregnant before now.  They've been fucking since she was nine.  I suppose
it's because Bob was using condoms." "What changed?" "I don't know, Daddy.
You'll have to ask her yourself.  Anyway, you can fuck her without having
to worry about getting her pregnant." "What?  Me fuck Emma?" "Oh, yes,
Daddy.  It wouldn't be fair otherwise.  'Cos you and me'll be fucking all
the time, and she wouldn't get any.  No, you've got to fuck both of us."
"You seem to have thought this through very quickly?"

   Sarah giggled, but, before she could carry on talking, Emma emerged
naked from the beach and plonked herself down next to the two incestuous
lovers.  Sarah took her hand and continued explaining to her father.

   "We talked this all through in school, didn't we, Emma?" "Yes, it wasn't
fair, you see Mr Jessop?  I was being well fucked a lot by Daddy, and you
weren't fucking Sarah.  Margaret reckoned that you were scared to try, so
that it was up to us to force the situation.  So we planned this holiday.
She and Daddy were to come along as well, at first - she desperately wants
Daddy to fuck her too - then this court case thingy came up so she decided
to stay back in London with Daddy and hopefully get him to fuck her there.
Now that they know that I'm going to have Daddy's baby, she reckons it
should be much easier for her to persuade him to get her pregnant as well.
And, of course, as I'm going to have a baby, it'll be easier for you to get
Sarah pregnant - I mean it'll be easier to fuck Sarah and not worry about
the risks, 'cos she wants to be pregnant too.  And it'll be easier for you
to fuck me, without worrying about getting me pregnant 'cos I'm pregnant
already."

   Tom called Emma to him and put his arm around her and the other around
his daughter and the three of them sat cuddling together propped up against
the trunk of a tree as they talked.  Tom caressed and stroked the flanks of
the two pretty teenagers in his arms, occasionally kissing one or the
other.

   "How didn't you get pregnant before now?" Sarah asked her friend. 
"Well, Daddy insisted on using condoms and that I used spermicide in my
cunt." "So how come you got pregnant at this time?" Tom enquired.  "Well
Margaret and I had been talking at Christmas, about her and Sarah and me,
and we just sort of strayed into talking about having babies.  I told her
that we thought Jenny Spurgess was pregnant, because she's been putting
weight on her tits and around her middle; and that we reckoned that her Dad
has been fucking her by the way they act together, and that it's his baby.
Then she said that she thought Daddy would really have loved to have more
children.  So I said why don't we give them to him.  So then we started
talking it through, and the problem of Sarah and you, and came to the
conclusion that if I got pregnant it would make it much easier for you to
accept fucking your daughter.  So, in February I gave Daddy an ultimatum.
Either he fucked me without protection and got me pregnant, or I'd stop
fucking him and maybe become a lesbian like Mummy.  Do you know, he just
laughed.  He said he'd love for me to have his babies - fancy that, he said
babies, plural!  So we began there and then: we fucked unprotected on the
Sitting Room carpet - there's still a semen stain there, by the way.  I
told Daddy that he should fuck Margaret pregnant, too; but just as he was
going to try she had to go off to Australia for six weeks, and then he had
a long provincial fraud case, so she's going to get him into bed while
we're up here." "Well, and how have you planned for the three of us to
fuck? Is it to be in turns, like in a harem, or a threesome?" "Ooh, both!
Sarah and I'll work it out, won't we?  And sometimes we'll give you a rest
and just fuck each other: we've got vibrators and things, like Sarah's
strap-on, that her Mum's girlfriend gave her for a laugh`.  But I think the
two of you should be alone together for a couple of days, like a honeymoon.
Then you can fuck me." "No, Emma, you and Daddy should fuck now; I'm going
to have a swim.  I need to wash this semen and pussy juice off me, anyway.
Give her 'what for', Daddy darling." She gave her father a linguering kiss,
then stood up and walked off towards the lake, giving them a friendly wave
as she looked back to see what they were doing.

   Emma snuggled up to Tom, smoothing his belly with her left hand and
giving his chest little nip-kisses.  He turned her face up to his and
planted a passionate tongued kiss on her lips and mouth.

   "Mmmm," she murmured appreciatively, and they rolled slowly over so that
Emma was on her back and Tom was poised to enter her with his throbbing
erection.  She wriggled and raised her hips to meet him to make it easier
for him to find the swollen lips of her oozing cunt.  He pushed through the
slippery lips for an inch or so and then slid out a little, then back in a
little farther.  After about five strokes, Tom was sliding all seven inches
of his penis in and out of her clasping vagina until her vulva was splayed
out around the base of his cock, and the head was bumping against her
cervix on the in-strokes, while the tight lips of her clean-shaven cunt
barely held the glans inside her on the outstrokes.

   With this stimulation, it wasn't long before he could feel the semen
rising in his penis; and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was
filling the girl's vagina with white greasy ropes of thick white cum.

   "Uh," Tom groaned as he fought to hold back the rising semen in his
cock, "I'm gonna . . . ." "Oh, Tooom!" grunted Emma in response; and pushed
back at him as hard as she could, so the tip of his penis was firmly
pressed up against the rubbery knob of the entrance to her uterus while the
lips of her cunt milked and squeezed around the base of his penis in an
embrace that would have to be felt to be believed.  The stimulation was too
much.  Supporting himself above her by his hands placed on the ground at
either side of her shoulders, and gazing at her face as she looked back at
him with an intensity of love in her eyes, he held myself deep inside her
while his cock spat wave after thick viscous wave of semen into the girl's
unprotected young womb in which her father's child was already growing. 
Wave after wave, squirt after squirt rippled through his penis before being
ejaculated into her belly to bathe the developing foetus in a balm of love.


   Even as he lay on top of her, with his cock wilting in Emma's clasping
cunt, semen was still oozing out of the tip and into the teenager's tight
vaginal embrace, Tom knew that even before he pulled out his sperm would
already be wriggling its way through the neck of her uterus,and on up into
her pregnant young womb, in a way confirming the act with her father that
had brought her to motherhood.  Such a thoroughly erotic idea, which he
hoped to reproduce in Sarah.  Tom felt one last trickle of cum ripple
through the tube on the bottom of his penis and jet into Emma's sexy young
body at the very thought of getting Sarah pregnant, too.

   Emma and Tom lay in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes. 
During all this hardly a word had passed between them.  She gazed
affectionately into his eyes; "Thank you, Tom, darling.  This is going to
be a wonderful holiday."

   He didn't really get a chance to respond, as Sarah, dripping wet from
her swim, came bouncing up to them and enthusiastically suggested that they
all go back to the tent and make tea as it was getting on for five o'clock
anyway.

   Tom gave Emma a tender kiss as he carefully withdrew from her, thinking
to nip down to the water and wash himself; but his daughter dived down to
their now disengaged genitals and proceeded to clean the semen and vaginal
fluids off Tom's penis and Emma's cunt with her mouth.  He was left stunned
at such an erotic and stimulating act, and equally by the open-mouthed kiss
that Emma and Sarah shared afterwards, cleaning the residues off his
daughter's lips.  She gave him a further kiss before urging him with a
"Come on, Daddy!  Let's make tea".

   They gathered up their scattered clothes and the two towels, and all
three of them walked back, naked, along the lake shore carrying their
bundles the hundred yards or so to their camp site to have a relaxing tea.
And, of course, there was each other, too, to be enjoyed in a passionate
menage a trois during the coming days culminating, they hoped, in Sarah's
being pregnant by the time that her next period was due in about two weeks'
time.  This was going to be such an intense summer holiday.

   [End of Part I]

  
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   *End Note* 1.  Carn - a Roman deity who presided over the physical
well-being of Humankind.  It is usually considered to be a female deity
called Carna (with a conjectural male correspondence, Carnus), except by
Ovid who confounds it with the nymph Cardea.  The festival was celebrated
on June 1st, and was believed to have been instituted by Lucius Junius
Brutus in 509 BC, the first year of the Republic.  The word comes from an
Indo-European root, *ker-*, meaning 'to create'.  The deity may be a
Cisalpine Celtic one linked to the Gaulish and British antlered divinity
'Cernunnos', and his derivatives the Teutonic 'Hern the Hunter' and the
legendary 'Green Man'.

   2.  *Biog* - Roman Carna, the first three words of the above end note
transposed, is a pseudonym.  The writer was born in Ottawa of one American
(father) and one Canadian parent (mother).  Carna was educated in England
(mostly), because, as the writer's father said, "frankly a good English
boarding school is much cheaper than an American one"; and, anyway, they
were living there at the time.  And then university in the US.  Carna is
based nowadays in London, Ontario.  Carna travels quite a lot, and writes
stories on airplanes and in airport lounges to relax and relieve the
boredom.