No Obstacles
I gave her a couple of hours. During that time, I went outside and mowed the law; it gave me something physical to do while I thought about the changes that were happening to the family. For the most part I thought they were good changes, but that would all depend upon Carrie's reaction to the discovery of my hobby.
There was only so much lawn to mow, though, so I returned inside to check on her. She had left the den and was now sitting on the bed in our bedroom.
I came in and sat down next to her. "So what do you think?" I asked. She continued to stare at the floor, and I gave her a minute to answer. Finally she lifted her eyes.
"I... I enjoyed the stories," she said. "I mean I really enjoyed the stories. I don't think I got through even the first one before I... um... lost it." Her face turned red.
"Hey, don't feel guilty," I told her. "If you enjoyed reading them, just think how much I enjoyed writing them."
She chuckled at that. "Yeah, I suppose you did. Right now I'm just a little overwhelmed. I mean, here I was, thinking we were just a normal family and I've been feeling so bad that I cheated on you, and now I find out that not only is it all right, it actually fits right in with your fantasies. What am I supposed to think?"
"I can't tell you what to think, because I'm not sure myself. The question is what to do. Where do we go from here?"
"The way I see it, we have two choices," she said. "We can forget all about it. You delete your stories, and I put a stop to this affair with my sister.
"Or we can continue on this path that we've started down. The only difference is that it will be together. I'm not even sure I know what that means, just that whatever we do, I want it to be with each other."
I realized that now was a good time to bring up the other part of my secret. I was still afraid of what she might think, but she deserved the truth.
"So let's get the word out in the open that we've been dancing around," I told her. "Incest. We both like it, right? I mean, we like the concept of it."
"I think it's obvious I enjoy more than just the concept of it," she told me.
"Okay, fine. We may be opposed to it intellectually, but it excites us both sexually."
"That's for sure!"
"I'm sure you also noticed that some of the girls in those stories weren't exactly of legal age. Now, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pedophile..."
"Not exclusively, at least," she joked. "You've proven that to me in the bedroom more times than I can count."
I laughed, glad that she was taking this all in good humor.
"Fine. So you know I fantasize about incest, and I fantasize about young teenage girls. So the obvious conclusion is..."
Her eyes opened wide. "You've got your eye on our daughters?" she asked.
"Given what you now know about me, can you blame me?"
"Not really. Wow. That's... that's not really surprising, now that I think about it, but... I don't know. You really caught me off guard there."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But you've been so good about confessing your deepest, darkest secrets to me, so I thought I really should do the same. What I want to know is, how do you feel about that? Now that you know I'm a lecherous old man leering over my own young daughters."
Carrie laughed. "Honestly, it doesn't bother me that much. You're a good man, and I know you would never hurt them. If you've had your fantasies, well, all things considered, I suppose there's no harm done."
"You're right that I would never hurt them. You and my girls are the most important things in my life, and I love you all more than anything."
"I know, and I appreciate it. I love you too. I'm really glad we're having this conversation."
"Me too. Now, let's talk hypothetical for a moment. Suppose you said you wanted to continue this affair with your sister. Honestly, I wouldn't mind."
"You wouldn't?"
"As long as you promised to tell me all about it afterward," I grinned. "Fuel for my fantasies."
She laughed again. "You really are a perverted old man."
"That's for sure. Now let's take a hypothetical case on the other side. Suppose I told you I wanted to have an affair with our daughters."
"What, all of them?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Since it's hypothetical, let's take it all the way. But let's remove all the obstacles. Pretend that they're okay with it. In fact, pretend it was their idea."
"You and the girls," she breathed, staring off into space. "Wow. I suppose I should be outraged, but since we're being honest here and baring our souls, that thought kind of turns me on. I know it's illegal and everything, but just the thought of you acting out some of those fantasies that I read about in your stories... Does that make a horrible person, that the idea actually excites me?"
"Like you said, it's just a fantasy. I don't think it makes you a horrible person at all. But let's take it one step further. Let's pretend I'm actually planning to seduce them."
"Are you?" she asked.
"We're still talking hypothetically here. Humor me. What obstacles are there to me carrying out my fiendish plan?"
"Oh, so this is a plan of yours, is it?" she asked with a grin. I could tell she wasn't really taking this seriously, but then, that was probably for the best at this point.
"Sure," I shrugged. "Why not?"
"Okay. For one thing, it's illegal, like we mentioned before. If anyone found out--"
"We'll just make sure nobody finds out."
"Okay, fine. But it's also immoral."
"What do you mean?"
"What? It's immoral. That's what I mean."
"If they want it and I want it, what's so immoral about it?"
"Well... it's just... I don't know."
"Seriously. Let's apply the same standard to this as to what you did with your sister. Was that immoral?"
"Well, yes. I never should have done it."
"It doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother your sister, and the only reason it bothers you is because you believe it was wrong. So it's wrong only because you're defining it as such. That makes the definition completely arbitrary, so it's just as easy to call it right instead of wrong and that gets rid of the problem."
"You and your crazy logic," she sighed.
"My crazy logic? How about the logic of calling something immoral for no real reason?"
"Okay, fine. I suppose if everyone involved is okay with it, there's nothing wrong with it. That goes for me and my sister, as well as you and our daughters. Then there's the issue of pregnancy. I don't want to end up the grandmother of a bunch of kids with two heads."
"So we'll get the girls on the pill."
"What about diseases?"
"So we'd have to set up some rules for exclusivity. Hypothetically, if we kept it all in the family, it would eliminate all potential for diseases."
Carrie stared at me. "Tell me, are you actually planning to seduce our daughters?" she asked.
"Would it bother you?"
"I asked you first."
"Well, my answer depends on your answer. I don't want to do anything that would hurt you." I took her hand in mine and looked her straight in the eye. "Carrie, you know you've always been my first love, and I don't just mean that chronologically," I told her. "You know I would do anything for you. So if you tell me you would feel at all uncomfortable--"
"Oh my god, you're serious!" she exclaimed. "You would actually do it. I mean, fantasies are one thing, but... wow. I'm not sure how to take this."
"I've upset you. I'm sorry. Look, let's just forget the whole thing."
"No, let's not. I want to hear you out. Convince me. Honestly, the thought kind of excites me; I just don't know if that makes me a horrible mother, or if it's just some moral hangups I have to get over. First, explain why you think they would be willing."
So this was it. Time to confess everything. Well, Carrie had already told me her dirty secret, so I could do nothing less but share my own.
"You know how the girls have been extra affectionate with me lately?" I asked.
Carrie nodded.
"It didn't start after you came back. It started during the vacation. You and I aren't the only ones in this family who get turned on by the thought of incest. Amber and Linda let me know in no uncertain terms that they wanted to have a physical relationship with me."
"You're kidding!" Carrie said, but I was shocked to see an amused smile on her face.
"I swear to God, it's the honest truth."
"Amber and Linda want to have sex with their own father?"
"Exactly."
"And did you...?"
"Well, they really didn't give me much choice."
"What do you mean?"
"They literally tied me up and... had their way with me."
To my utter astonishment, Carrie burst out into laughter. I couldn't believe it. Of all the reactions she could have to my story, this was the one I had never expected.
"For days I've been worried that you would think me a horrible person for sleeping with my sister," she explained once she managed to get herself under control, "and now I find out you had an affair with your own daughters! I supposed I should be mad at you, but honestly, I'm actually kind of relieved. We're a couple of perverts, you and I. Kind of funny if you think about it."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault. I was tied up at the time."
"So they raped you?"
"Well, not exactly. Rape is a horrible, traumatic experience. It's not exactly rape if the victim enjoys it. The truth is that it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I only protested because I was worried about the effect it would have on my relationship with you."
Carrie smiled at me and squeezed my hand. "I appreciate that. Look, I won't deny that it will affect our relationship. But I'm not so certain that the effect will be negative. Maybe I'm still kind of horny from those stories of yours, but just the thought that you had sex with your own daughters has me on the edge of another orgasm. It's so dirty, but so... exciting at the same time."
"Well, I guess there's no harm in telling you that that was just the first time. Before it happened, I might have been able to hold out, but once they got me into bed, I was hooked. So I share in the blame."
"All right, now that we've got it all out in the open, let's make a deal. I'll forgive you if you forgive me."
"I was hoping you would say that," I said with a sigh of relief. "It's really okay then?"
"It's okay," she nodded.
"So I guess it all comes back to that same question. Where do we go from here?"
"You mean, do I let you keep sleeping with our daughters?"
"I guess that's one way of putting it. But let's not be unfair here; I think we should apply the same standard to your sister as we do to Amber and Linda. Do we forget it ever happened and never speak of it again, or do we both accept that we're a couple of lecherous old perverts and keep these relationships going?"
"I wouldn't mind getting together with Molly once in a while," said Carrie. "If it doesn't bother you, I mean."
"Honestly, the thought kind of makes me horny. You'll have to tell me all about it tonight in bed, in excrutiating detail. Then get ready for some seriously passionate lovemaking."
"Only if you tell me all about your kinky affair with our daughters."
"So you think we should continue these relationships?"
"Maybe. But I have to put another condition on your sleeping with the girls."
"What's that?"
"You have to let me watch."
I wandered around in a serendipitous daze for the rest of the day, wondering how I got so lucky. I could hardly believe that my wife wanted me to keep screwing my daughters. She kept giving me sly winks all afternoon and evening, and I knew that she was eager to get me into bed where I could narrate my encounters with the girls and drive her insane with lust.
We didn't mention anything to the girls just yet, mainly because we didn't know what to do about Chelsea. I felt very protective of my youngest daughter, and didn't want to traumatize her with the knowledge that her family was so sick and twisted. So we kept it a secret until we could decide what to do.
That night Carrie and I made love like we hadn't in years. Our newfound discovery of our fantasies opened the floodgate to all our hidden desires, and we held nothing back. We had no obstacles to those shameful desires anymore, and the excitement of what would happen in the future made us feel almost like newlyweds again. Carrie discovered that she loved calling me Daddy as we made love; perhaps she fantasized that she was one of our daughters. That thought excited me even more, and we ended up driving each other so wild that we kept going on and on until we both collapsed from sheer physical exhaustion. I couldn't remember ever having a day's work that wore me out as much as that night in bed with Carrie.
We slept soundly that night, and not just because our minds had finally been put at ease. When we awoke in the morning, we made love again, and were almost disappointed when we had to get up and start the day. I considered taking a day off and spending the whole time in the bedroom with Carrie, but I was still behind on that damn novel, not to mention we had a house full of teenage girls just on the other side of the bedroom door, and despite Carrie's joke that we should just open that door and let them join in the fun, we had to maintain at least an appearance of propriety for Chelsea's sake.
Speaking of Chelsea, we found the opportunity we had been looking for that afternoon when Chelsea got a call from one of her friends inviting her to come over the next day. That would get her out of the house, leaving Carrie, Amber, Linda and me alone together. That evening I asked Amber if she could call Carla at the bookstore and ask if she could have the next day off. I offered to compensate Carla with an autographed copy of my next novel, and she agreed immediately. Amber wasn't sure why I had asked her to take the day off, but I told her that I had a surprise in store for her.
The next morning, Carrie drove Chelsea to her friend's house. Linda asked if there was time for us to have a quickie before Carrie got back, but I told her that if she was patient, she wouldn't be disappointed. Admittedly, I was as eager to get things started as my daughters were, but I managed to control my urges mainly because I knew what would happen as soon as my wife returned home.
The waiting was pure torture, but it finally ended. We heard the car drive up, then a minute later Carrie stepped through the front door. I took her hand and led her over to the couch, where all four of us sat down.
"Girls," I said, "I have some great news. Your mother and I had a long talk the other day, and it turns out we have at least one more interest in common than we realized. Carrie... Carrie knows about our relationship."
The shock on Amber's and Linda's faces was priceless.
"Not only that," added Carrie, "but I think it's wonderful."
"You do?" asked Amber.
"Absolutely. I'll be honest. I fooled around a little with my brother and sister while we were growing up. I know it's supposed to be revolting, but the truth is that I look back on those days with fondness. So the whole idea of close family members having that kind of fun together really excites me. If you two had a brother, I wouldn't be opposed to you having the same kind of relationship with him as I had with Seth. You don't have a brother, but you do have a father."
"So you mean... it's all right if we have sex with Dad?" asked Linda.
"I think it's about the most erotic thing I can think of," Carrie smiled. "In fact, I would like nothing more than to have front row seats."
The girls glanced at each other, their faces gradually breaking out in grins.
"I think that can be arranged," said Amber.
We adjourned to the master bedroom, where we stood there for a minute glancing nervously at each other. Although we had made the decision to do this, we still felt awkward about actually getting down to business.
It was Linda who broke that awkward silence.
"Dad," she said. "I think... I think this is what I've been waiting for."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Mom, you should know that Dad never actually had real sex with me. I mean, I've sucked him off plenty, and he's gone down on me too, but I've been waiting for the perfect time for him to take my virginity."
"And you think now is the right time?" I asked her, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Yeah. I mean, I suppose I needed to know that it wasn't going to be just a one-night stand. I needed to know that you wouldn't just call an end to things because Mom found out or you thought it would come between you. So now we're past all that, and I think I'm ready."
"And you don't mind your first time being in front of an audience?"
"Oh, I want Amber here. For moral support. I don't think I could do it without her. And it's even better with Mom here too. The only thing that would be better is if Chelsea were here too."
"She's way too young to be involved with this," I told her.
"Maybe. But it's all right. We can involve her later."
I didn't think that was such a good idea, but this really wasn't the time for that conversation.
"If this is what you really want, then I'm all for it," I said. "Any objections? Amber, you're not going to feel left out?"
"Not if you promise to make it up to me later," she said with a grin.
"I promise," I replied with a grin of my own, then pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
Amber and Linda also began to undress as Carrie took the chair from her desk and another chair from across the room and set them up next to each other facing the bed. Amber had unbuttoned her blouse and Linda had slipped off her tank top when suddenly Linda stopped.
"Just a minute," she said. "If we're going to do this, I need everything to be perfect."
"What's wrong?" asked Carrie.
"What's wrong is that you're not quite involved enough."
"I don't understand."
"Since this is a family event, you can't distance yourself from the rest of the family. If all you want to do is watch, that's fine, but you're going to have to at least follow the dress code."
"Oh," said Carrie, her eyes growing wide. "Oh. Do you... do you want me to take off my clothes too?"
"Mom, you're a babe," said Amber. "You're totally hot. I think Linda's saying that you need to support her with a little visual stimulation."
"So you two like looking at naked old ladies?" asked Carrie with a smirk. I recognized the playfulness in that expression; it was that same playfulness that her daughters had inherited from her.
"No, but we like looking at young, attractive, hot babes," Amber grinned. "We might as well tell you that we're both bisexual. We've been fooling around with each other a lot longer than we've been fooling around with Dad. You don't have a problem with your daughters lusting after your body, do you?"
"Not really. When I said that Seth and Molly and I used to fool around, not all of us were always present each time. And there were plenty of times when Seth was the missing one."
"You're bi too?" asked Linda excitedly.
"I suppose I am. So let's make a deal. I won't mind you lusting after your mother, if you don't mind me lusting after my daughters."
"Deal!" Amber and Linda both exclaimed together.
Carrie was still a little hesitant about disrobing. Considering that my daughters had had to drug me and tie me to my bed in order to get me naked in front of them, I could excuse a little hesitation on my wife's part. She kept glancing around at the rest of us as we removed our clothes. I was doing the same thing, of course. With three of the most beautiful women in the world stripping right there in front of me, I couldn't keep my lustful eyes from darting from one sexy feminine body to the next.
Finally we all had our clothes off, although Carrie instinctively threw her hands over her tits and pussy as soon as she stepped out of her clothes.
Amber would have none of that. She grabbed her mother's arm and pulled it away from her chest. "What did I tell you, Linda?" Amber grinned. "Is Mom a babe or what?"
"She's so hot she's going to catch this room on fire!" Linda agreed.
Amber reached out and placed her hand on Carrie's nearest best.
"Oh god!" Carrie exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with surprise and a little arousal.
"Very nice," Amber commented. "Makes me want to do something I haven't done in fifteen years."
"What's that?" asked Carrie.
Then Amber shocked her even more by bending down and sucking Carrie's nipple into her mouth. Carrie nearly fainted at that; in fact, she had to sit down in one of the chairs. Amber followed her down, dropping to her knees and continuing to suck on Carrie's nipple.
"I want some!" Linda exclaimed, then knelt down on the other side of her mother and started working on the other nipple.
"Oh god oh god oh god!" Carrie gasped. "I can't believe this is happening!"
"Well don't leave your old man out of the fun," I complained. Linda immediately dashed over, knelt in front of me and wrapped her lips around my cock.
"OH GOD!" Carrie exclaimed, her body suddenly shaking. That surprised me; it was the fastest I had ever known her to achieve orgasm. She slumped back in her chair, panting in the aftershocks of her climax.
Amber stood back up, grinning. "Mission accomplished," she said. "At least, first mission accomplished. We've got plenty more to work on, though."
"This is seriously the most erotic thing that's ever happened to me," Carrie said. "It even beats our wedding night. I mean, having one daughter sucking on my breast while my other daughter sucks on her own father's cock. It's almost too much to bear."
"Show's not over yet," said Amber. "Linda, don't you want that in some place nicer than your mouth?"
Her sister let my cock slip from her lips and stood back up. "Good point," she said. She took my hand and led me over to the bed, where we lay down. Her older sister took a seat next to their mother.
I began by kissing Linda on the lips while I let my hands roam her body. Although certain parts of her body were more interesting than others, there was plenty of time to go over it all. Remembering that she had been hesitant about letting me take her virginity, I wanted to make sure she was plenty warmed up before we got to that.
She was a little tense at first, I could tell. That didn't surprise me, but it did mean that I would have to take extra care. I kept my kisses more tender than passionate, and I spent a great deal of time rubbing her shoulder and arm, noting that the tension gradually faded. Then as I lowered my hand to her hip, I leaned down and kissed her all over the neck. She sighed, and when I raised my head again momentarily, I saw a dreamy smile on her face.
I glanced over at Carrie, who was watching intently at the sight before her eyes. I could tell from her heavy breathing and her focused look that she was getting aroused by what she saw. She had her hands clasped in her lap, holding them mostly steady as if trying to maintain at least some respectability in front of her family, but every so often I noticed a bit of movement there. Perhaps she didn't even realize what she was doing, but it was clear to me that she was beginning to stimulate herself.
Amber, on the other hand, made no effort to hide that she was doing the same thing. Her hands rubbed up and down between her legs, her fingers dancing around that area of her body. I could see her squirming around on the chair, very excited by the sight in front of her. Her breathing was so heavy that it was audible, on the verge of becoming moans.
Returning my attention to my daughter om the bed, I reached out with both hands and grabbed one of her breasts in each. For the longest time I just lay there caressing them, listening to the sounds of arousal coming from her mouth. She was really enjoying this, I could tell. When I leaned down and ran my tongue around one of her nipples, she began to whimper in delight. It was nearly the exact same sound that Carrie made when I did the same thing to her.
Since I had taken over the stimulation on one of her breasts with my mouth, that freed up one of my hands, and I knew exactly where I wanted this one. I took my time getting there, however. I rubbed Linda all over the chest, enjoying the feel of every inch of her flesh as I gradually moved it lower. Her skin was so soft and delightful to the touch.
As I approached my goal, Linda spread her legs, encouraging me to continue. (As if I needed any more encouragement!) Finally, I reached my destination, letting my fingers slip over her mound and gently pressing into the cleft in the middle. Her moans grew louder now; she wasn't trying to hide her excitement at all. I loved the feel of her pussy, covered in only a thin layer of hair and growing damper by the second as I rubbed her there. Her hips were beginning to move in rhythm to my fingers, in a rolling motion that pressed upward against my hand and then lowering back to the bed again. She was really getting into this.
I used my middle finger, which rested right on her crevice, to press deeper into her, seeking out the hole that would soon be penetrated. I found it and slipped my finger inside, confirming that she had used other means than her daddy's cock to lose her virginity. That was good news, in my opinion. It meant that her first full sexual experience would be filled only with pleasure, not pain.
She was beginning to open up to my finger, her tunnel loosening to accomodate it. I slipped another finger in to help the first, probing and caressing and preparing the way for what would soon follow. From the look of ecstasy on her face, I could tell she was really enjoying it. And we hadn't even started the main event yet!
I let my eyes roam to my wife and oldest daughter, and was surprised at the sight in front of me. Carrie had given up on all pretense of respectability, and had her legs spread lewdly. She was rubbing herself just as openly as Amber now.
Then I caught Amber's eye, and she smiled and winked at me. Seeing that I was watching, she did something that shocked me: she reached over and slipped her hand onto her mother's crotch. Carrie gasped loudly and turned her attention to her daughter, who leaned over and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her lips. I could see my wife's eyes open wide with shock for a second, then she gave in and kissed her back.
Amber reached over with her free hand and grabbed her mother's hand, placing it between her own legs. To my delight, mother and daughter began masturbating each other, toying with each other's pussies as they continued to kiss.
"Daddy," Linda breathed, and I returned my attention to her. She had her eyes closed and an almost pained expression on her face. "Daddy, please..." she moaned.
"Are you ready?" I asked her, and she nodded.
I climbed over on top of her, spread her legs wide, then positioned my cock at her entrance and lowered myself gently. She groaned as I pressed into her, inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.
The rising crescendo of the sounds coming from Carrie told me that she was having another orgasm. It was a sound with which I was intimately familiar, one which I loved probably more than any other sound in the world. Today, though, I wanted to hear that sound from my daughter.
Glancing back down at her face, I saw the love there as she gazed up into my eyes. Today she was not just my daughter, but my lover as well. I kissed her again, this time more passionately than before. She closed her eyes and kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in tight.
I lifted my hips again, just a few inches, then pressed down again. Linda gave a delighted groan as I speared into her. The feelings were exquisite, for both of us. She was so warm and tight around my cock, so pleasurable as I began to thrust over and over again into her body. I let my body take over, surrendering my conscious mind to the instincts which now drove me. Linda's hips picked up on that same rhythm, as if we were no longer two people but one, merged together into a single mass of erotic sensations that controlled our bodies.
It was still so hard to believe that this was happening. This change in my relationship with my daughters was still so fresh and new, almost like a fantasy. And in fact, it had been nothing more than a fantasy little more than a week ago. Yet here I was, making love to my daughter Linda. I could still remember her as a little girl, a beautiful little child that had always loved her daddy. Amber had always seemed so feminine to me, but Linda was different. Because I had wanted a son, I sometimes treated her as one, turning her into a bit of a tomboy. I did not regret it, but right now any hint of masculinity had disappeared from her entirely; today she was completely, absolutely, and totally a girl. But no, even that was not true. Not anymore. Today she was becoming a woman.
I thought about what I was doing. I was her father. That cock thrusting into her had once done the same thing to her mother, and Linda owed her very existence to that act. She had been created in an act of love, and now I was engaging in that very same act with her. It was something beautiful and amazing, not at all dirty or vulgar. We were merely deepening our love for each other, in the same way that adding sex to my relationship with Amber had deepened ours. Experiencing this union was developing a bond that most fathers rarely felt with their daughters. It was a shame really.
I could hear Linda's moans next to my ear as I hugged her tightly and continue to thrust into her. I loved those sounds coming from her lips, just as I loved the ones I had heard from her mother earlier. It meant that I was giving my daughter the ultimate in pleasure. I had always loved spoiling my girls, and in a way this was just another way of doing just that. Her daddy was making her feel good, in a way that she had never experienced before.
She suddenly cried out in orgasm, her arms locking tightly around my neck and her pussy clenching up around my cock. Her whole body tensed up as it overtook her. Then a few seconds later she relaxed again. But I wasn't finished with her yet; with the quantity of sex I had been receiving lately, I wasn't about to go off that early. In fact, I hoped to give her at least one more orgasm before reaching that same level of pleasure myself.
I didn't slow my tempo at all, but continued to rock my hips forward and back, spearing her deeply. At first Linda just lay there panting, but after a minute or two, I could hear those same moans starting up again. Her body apparently knew there was still more to come, and it was accepting the continued stimulation eagerly. I pulled my head back a little so that I could look her in the face, and I could tell from her expression that she was overjoyed that I wasn't going to let her off with just a single orgasm.
Across the room, I could hear two other sets of moans, from my wife and other daughter. One of them was reaching a climax herself, though I was too absorbed in making love with Linda to know or even care which one. Mother and daughter were having their own special party over there, just like father and daughter were having theirs on the bed.
Several minutes later, I could sense Linda's body beginning to rise toward another climax. I knew I wouldn't last much longer myself, so I surrendered myself to the feeling, hoping we would reach that mutual bliss together. It didn't quite happen that way; Linda had a head start on me, so she reached her peak first. She wailed in ecstasy as it hit her.
I followed close behind. The pressure and tension suddenly spiked, and I let out my own wail as I released my load deep inside her body. It was the most exquisite feeling, knowing that I had now experienced sexual bliss with two of my daughters.
Another cry of ecstasy from across the room echoed my own, and this time I recognized it as Carrie's. Probably the thought that I had completed the act with our daughter had pushed her over the edge; this whole idea of incest gave her such an erotic high that she had managed to climax multiple times just from the sight of it happening in front of her.
As the pleasure waned, I let my body go limp. I was exhausted from the ordeal, but very satisfied. I rolled off of Linda, who lay there beside me panting just as heavily as I was. I reached out and took her hand in mind, giving it a loving squeeze as we lay there together in the radiant glow of the lingering memory of what we had just shared.
"God, that was so amazing!" Carrie exclaimed, and I glanced over at her. Amber and she had ceased their activities, and were holding each other's hands just like Linda and I were. "We have got to keep doing this as often as we can."
"We'll just have to find excuses to get Chelsea out of the house," I smiled.
"I have a better idea," she grinned slyly.
"I know that look," I told her. "This is a fiendishly wicked idea, isn't it?"
"Not much more fiendishly wicked than what we just did. Forget about trying to keep this from her. Let's not leave her out of all the fun."
"You mean--"
"Exactly. I think you should seduce Chelsea."
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