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 Rachel Chapter 1 Is having sex with your stepdaughter when she is a grown
woman incest?  Before you make up your mind and judge us, read this story.
I'd started my `second career' that summer.  I was trying to be a writer.
My children - I call them my children, but they were really my second
wife's family, my step kids - had grown up and moved on to lives of their
own.  Rachel was 27 and her brother was a couple of years younger.  She
left home for college at 18 and was now, after a few false starts,
successful - as successful as any parent could wish.  Based at her own
design studio overlooking the river a few miles west of the London, her
work was beginning to be seen on advertising hoardings, magazines and in
corporate literature.  Her smiling face framed by long silky brown hair
looked out at me from a framed picture on my desk, a moment in time that
had caught her carefree and sympathetic character in a perfect instant.  It
had of course not always been like that.  As a teenager she had hated me,
and everything I stood for, blaming me for the break-up of her original
family.  With time and maturity we became at first more comfortable and
then close friends until she started to look on me as more of a father
figure than an unwanted complication in her life.  After she left home we
became closer and were able to talk more as friends than anything else.  So
there I was.  Old job behind me - no more meetings about meetings, no more
corporate bullshit.  Just the freedom and excitement of breaking out to do
what I'd always wanted, to write.  To write anything that anyone would pay
me to write.  I'd be a literary whore - the refinement could come later.  A
few months earlier my wife - Rachel's mother - and I had separated
amicably. We'd just out-grown each other and moved on to different
interests.  A few regrets on each side, but not many.  I was lucky.  Early
on I was awarded a contract to write a series of articles for a magazine
about sailing ships in the later part of the 19th century.  This meant
research trips to London and naturally I'd stay with Rachel at her studio
flat while I was working in the city, visiting archives out at Greenwich
and Kew.  One week in late spring I'd called Rachel to let her know I was
coming down for a couple of days.  `Hey that's great - I'll see you on
Thursday evening.' It was a warm day and loads of traffic held me up so I
hit the M25 in the rush hour.  When I arrived at Rachel's I was hot and
bothered, but her big smile, her arm round my waist and her rather
un-daughterly breast brushing against my arm as she helped get my luggage
up the stairs to her second floor studio made me feel better.  `How are
you? Do you want a drink?  Do you want a shower?  There's a towel in the
bathroom.' I'm OK, yes, yes and thanks.' I replied laughing at her torrent
of happiness and shear zest for life.  Rachel never did anything by halves
and always asked two or three questions at once when she was excited.  `OK.
You know where the bathroom is.  I'll get the drinks.' I stepped through to
Rachel's bedroom - it's a single bedroom studio and the bathroom is off the
only bedroom.  I noticed the faint aroma immediately.  A pleasant musky
tang hung in the warm room and if I hadn't still been a bit fazed by the
journey I would have known straight away what it was.  But it took me a few
moments to notice the body-shaped depression in her duvet where she had
obviously recently been lying.  Studying the shape I realised that she had
been lying with her legs apart and then it clicked.  The faint lingering
smell was, well...  was the smell of a recently excited female body. 
Despite my relationship - this woman was still my daughter, and much to my
surprise - I felt a little tingle of excitement stir in my groin.  Laughing
at myself I moved on to the bathroom and started to undress.  `Put your
clothes in the wash basket if you want to.  I'm doing some washing later.'
Rachel called from the other room.' OK.  Thanks love.' I called back. 
Stripping of my clothes was sheer luxury after the hours in the hot car.  I
lifted the top of the wash basket and was about to drop them in when I
noticed a pair of small white cotton panties lying on top of the heap of
clothing already in there.  They were very skimpy, in fact they had no back
at all apart from a thin piece of material.  What caught my eye next made
my heart miss a beat and then restart with an almost audible thump.  In the
part of her panties that would have been next to her vagina a patch of
wetness showed up as a darker area in the soft whiteness.  I noticed at the
same time the female aroma was much stronger.  She must have been wearing
these panties while she lay on the bed pleasing herself with her fingers or
who knows what...  My cock twitched again and I could not help my self - I
just had to pick them up them so I could breathe in the erotic scent of
secret pleasure.  I held them close to me and savoured the fabulous scent
of a woman's most private moments.  I have always been sexually exited my a
woman's smell, but the added taboo of smelling my own step-daughters
freshly used panties was one of the most exciting things I'd ever
experienced.  My cock was rapidly getting larger and when I gently licked
and tasted the wetness it stood fully up and demanded my attention.  I was
standing with one hand round my cock and my stepdaughter's panties held to
my face when a knock came at the door.  'Ere'z your drink sir!' Rachel
called in a mock French maid's accent.  I quickly dropped her panties back
into the basket and scooped my clothes in on top of them.  Grabbing a towel
I wrapped it round me and turned away from the door to hide my erection as
I called `It's OK.' Rachel opened the door.  I saw her reflection in the
mirror smiling at my naked back for a moment then placed the drink on the
washstand.  `Thanks love.  I'll be out in a minute.' `OK.' Jesus!  That was
close.  The thought of Rachel catching me like that brought me back to a
limp reality with a vengeance.  What was I thinking of?  I drained the
drink, showered and changed into loose and comfortable shorts and T-shirt,
then wandered back to the main room where Rachel sat cross-legged on a
wide, low couch sipping from a long glass.  This wouldn't normally have
caused me any problem but Rachel was wearing a pair of those very close
fitting cotton/Lycra shorts that hugged every contour of her lower body and
left just enough to the imagination to be enticing.  Topped off with a
matching crop-top that left her smooth brown tummy exposed and emphasised
her breasts, the effect - especially after my recent excitement in her
bathroom - was electrifying.  `Are you OK?  Sit down.  I'll get you another
drink.' She rose smoothly from the couch and passed close to me leaving a
subtle air of perfume and musk as she went.  `I'm, um, fine thanks.' I
managed to say, my voice betraying the nervousness I felt.  Rachel turned
and came closer.  Are you sure?  Only you seem a little distracted.' `Well
it's a long drive.  I must be a little travel-shocked.' She squeezed my arm
and said, `Sit down.  I know what you need.' I sat on her couch and on her
instruction leaned forward with my head over my knees.  I felt her gentle
hands begin to massage the back of my neck and shoulders.  It felt great,
really great and certainly helped to ease the stress.  But after a few
minutes another form of stress returned because I was acutely aware that
her thinly clothed body was only inches from mine as she leant over me to
work on my back.  The source of that delightful aroma was only a few inches
from my head.  Breathing gently in I sensed again her female musk and again
that began to excite my cock.  I could reach out and...  No!  Don't even
think about it.  She must have sensed my increased tension.  `Relax. 
That's an order.' I tried to breathe deeply, think about something else,
and after a few more minutes managed to convince her I was OK.  `Thanks
love.  That was perfect.  I feel much better now.' I said, as she flopped
down next to me, put her head on my shoulder and said, `I love you and I'm
glad you're here.' I smiled at her, a great lump of emotion welling in me.
`Thanks Rachel.  You know I love you too.  Even though you're not my
`natural' daughter I always felt you were the child of my spirit.' Her eyes
sparkled and I knew I'd said the right thing.  It hadn't always been like
this.  During her teenage years we had fought like cat and dog.  Sullen
resentment alternating with deliberate aggressive confrontation had been my
lot for three or four years while she had worked through unbalanced
hormones towards her womanhood.  All this confusion was made worse by my
being a stepfather.  How many times had she wounded me with the casually
flung phrase: `You're not my real father anyway.' And it hurt because that
is what I had wanted to be ever since she stood with her mother and younger
brother on my doorstep on the day they moved in.  All gauche resentment and
childish confusion, crying out for love and care but rejecting all offers
of closeness.  Her head was still on my shoulder and she wriggled a bit
until my arm slipped round her waist and she hugged me.  Careful not to
touch anywhere a father shouldn't I hugged her back.  The closeness of her
and the smell of her hair brought back that other aroma and against my will
my cock twitched and began to grow thicker.  I shifted to conceal it from
her.  'You don't want to cuddle me do you?' She pulled back with a look of
mock hurt.  'Yes I do.  It's just that I was a bit, umm, uncomfortable.'
'What with me?  'No, just the drive, I'm a bit stiff, I mean I ache a bit.'
'Where?  Do you want me to massage it for you?  'No!  I mean no, it's gone
now thanks.' 'I don't believe you!  Show me!  Prove it!' And saying this
she grabbed a loose cushion from the seat and threw it at me.  I picked it
up and threw it at her retreating rear as she rolled backwards over the arm
of the couch, landed neatly and dived sideways to avoid the cushion. 
'Right - its war!' Rachel laughed as she grabbed the cushion and did a long
distance lob from the corner of the room.  I grabbed it in mid air and
advanced, blocking her escape from the corner.  `Let battle commence.' I
said menacingly as I lunged towards her, falling easily into the childish
game we'd played when she was younger.  But I should have accounted for her
speed and agility.  She ducked under my arm, grabbed the cushion and dived
back onto the couch.  Without thinking I dived after her and found Rachel
pinned under me, face down and still holding the cushion.  This was a bad
situation.  Her rounded buttocks, lifted by the cushion, were now pressing
against my already excited cock, but I couldn't just stop in the middle of
the game without making her suspicious so I tried to take as much weight
off her as possible while reaching round in an attempt to grab the cushion.
But instead of the cushion my hands found something soft and firm at the
same time - and warm as well.  Rachel laughed and pushed up with her hips
to give her room to move the cushion.  This must have been enough for her
to feel my erection through only two or three thin layers of clothing. 
Lifting my weight a little more allowed Rachel to wriggle and turn over
quickly underneath me so that now she lay on her back.  A change came over
her face.  She now looked serious and happy at the same time.  Not knowing
what to expect I did nothing just lay with my arms lifting myself up from
her warm body, her face a few inches below mine.  Then to my surprise, but
I can't in all honestly say against my will, she reached up, put her arms
round my neck, pulled me towards her and kissed me.  Not the gentle peck on
the cheek of a daughter, but the sensuous, full on the lips kiss of a
lover. After a few seconds of stunned panic I pulled away.  'And now you
know,' she said quietly.  'Know what?' I said like an idiot, still too
shocked to think clearly.  'That I want you.' She said, in matter of fact
voice as if explaining to a small child.  'You mean..?' 'Yes, that's
exactly what I mean.' But Rachel, I, we...' But I didn't finish because her
lips touched mine again and this time the tip of her tongue gently
separated my lips and played an erotic dance with the tip of my own tongue.
What could I do?  I froze, not responding, but my baser instincts were
gradually overcoming the taboo.  After all this was a very attractive women
whom I already loved, but she was my...  daughter.  Was she my daughter? 
We weren't actually blood relations and I didn't live with her mother
anymore.  Did this make it all right?  'Rachel!' I said pulling away firmly
and trying to be stern.  'What?' she was laughing at me.  'I'm your father,
well step-father.' 'I know,' she said simply 'that's part of it.' Part of
it?  'Yes silly, part of why I want to fuck you.' A double blow hit me. 
The use of the word 'fuck' by my daughter and the fact that it was me she
wanted to fuck.  'But why?' I said at last trying to get some measure of
control and sanity back into the situation.  'Look,' she said.  'Lie down
next to me and I'll tell you.' Relieved to be out of the immediately
compromising position, but still close enough to feel excited we lay full
length along the couch with her cuddling up to me and kissing me as she
explained.  'I've thought about this a long time, and I'm quite certain I
want to and that it's the right thing to do.  I have never really
apologised for how awful I was to you.  I know I was mixed up and confused
but that doesn't make me feel any better about the way I treated you when I
lived at home.  So the first reason is to say sorry.' 'But you don't need
to..' 'No, let me finish.  The second reason is that I want to become - and
to stay - as close to you as a real friend and the best way to do that is
to share an intimate secret, and the best secret we could have is to be
lovers.  So I want you to love me and I want to love you back, and not just
once or twice.  We have the whole weekend and you can't deny you want to
because I felt this when you were laying on me just now.' She pushed her
hips against my still erect cock and I had to agree with her, I did want to
- physically, but mentally was another thing.  'Listen love.  I do love
you, you are a very, ...  sexy woman, but we can't - it's not right.' 'Of
course its right - we're not related are we?' If it was some other girl
laying here you would wouldn't you?' I sighed.  She was right of course;
she had me down cold on the logic.  What could I do?  She saw my resolve
crumble and whispered in a low sexy voice.  'Now kiss me, kiss me like a
lover.' So I did.  For the first time I relaxed, knowing that she wanted to
and I wasn't going to hurt her, so I kissed her gently and lovingly,
releasing years of care and love, pouring my warmth and feeling into her
with soft lips and a giving tongue.  She responded by opening her lips to
admit me into the first of many intimate places we would discover during
that long weekend.  Encouraging me with small sighs of approval and
satisfaction we lay for ages, while the falling evening light reflecting on
the river illuminated the room with a soft glow - kissing and licking,
laughing and talking about the good times and the bad times we had shared
and getting to know the person each was now.  As the conversation slowed
and the kisses grew longer and more passionate Rachel pushed away from me,
sat up and lifted her crop top over her head, then settled back down and
lifted her nipple to my mouth.  'Kiss me here.' She whispered.  'What
there?' 'Oh yes, just there, and there, and...' her voice trailed off into
a deep sigh as I gently kissed her upturned nipple then sucked it slowly
into my mouth to roll my tongue gently round her little erect bud.  'You
have such beautiful breasts.  I never realised.' 'Mmmm.' was all the reply
I got as she lay back on the cushions while I moved with gentle kisses and
licks across to her other nipple and then widened my attentions to the
whole of her breasts.  They were silky smooth and soft, but under that was
the firmness of her strong young body.  I licked carefully round each mound
and then down towards her petite navel and back up to circle her erect
nipples again and again.  After many minutes of this sweet stimulation she
reached up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, whispering 'I want to feel
you against me.' As she pulled my chest against her breasts and kissed me
again with increasing passion, her stronger more demanding tongue teased
and provoked me into action.  Now she parted her legs and I felt my
erection pressing through the thin layers of fabric and against the soft
flesh between her legs.  My cock was straining to be free of my shorts and
my shorts were wet with anticipation.  We lay there kissing and moving
against each other's bodies, anticipating but delaying the inevitable,
becoming even more excited - Rachel's legs were now wrapped round my back
pulling my erection against her warm body, her hips moved slowly against me
rubbing her moist and intimate warmth against my stiffness.  Her kisses
became hungrier and almost savage as she panted and made small squeaks and
groans of passion as my hard cock touched her where she wanted it most. 
'Rachel, I'm going to come in my shorts if you don't..' 'OK, yes, lets...'
She wriggled her tight shorts down and kicked them off leaving her sweet
young pussy pressing directly against my shorts.  I could feel her warmth
and wetness mingling with mine and the head of my fabric encased cock found
her entrance.  I was almost coming as she pulled and tugged at my shorts.
We both laughed as they got stuck on my cock but Rachel quickly pushed me
up and slid them off.  Not being in contact with her body, and seeing her
lying back, nude, open, vulnerable and sensuous made me catch my breath. 
Just what was I doing?  What was I thinking?  Did she really know what she
wanted?  But the sight of her smooth firm breasts, her sexy little belly
and the beautiful, soft-brown curly hair emphasising the swelling of her
genital mound was too much for me.  I said without really meaning it;
'Rachel are you sure you want to do this?  Its not too late if you want..,
I mean I don't want to hurt you, emotionally I mean, so if you...' 'Hush
you silly man.' She said with infinite care.  'This is what I think.' She
pulled me gently towards her and moved so my cock head rested in the
entrance of her pussy.  'Now what do you think?' She asked me.  'Do you
want to?' 'I think this.' I said, moving so the very tip of my cock pressed
a little further into her soft vagina.  'Well that's good because that's
what I feel too.' With this she separated her legs a little further and
pushed her hips upwards so the head of my cock popped into her tight young
pussy.  'Oh God!  That feels so good.' I said.  'I love you and I want you
deep inside me - daddy!' God!  The use of that word in that situation
removed any last trace of hesitation I felt.  And then together, in a
mutually happy, sexy embrace, I pushed and she pulled - until I slid slowly
into the depths of her vagina; until I could feel her little lips locked
around the base of my cock; until I could feel her soft hair caressing my
stomach; until she could feel by balls pressing against her anal opening.
We were committed now, the act of physical love, of penetration had
happened and our feelings for each other were confirmed and elevated to a
higher level - a level from which they would never return.  We lay for a
few moments kissing each other gently and savouring that first, most
intimate embrace, knowing that this moment would not be, could never be,
repeated; that all doubt was gone and there was no going back - for better
or worse.  'Do that again please daddy.' She whispered.  'This?' I said as
I eased my cock reluctantly out of her warm wetness.  'Oh yes - that.' She
murmured as I slid fully into her again.  Her tightness, her wantonness,
and the taboo excitement of penetrating my stepdaughter suddenly became too
much and I started sliding into her with long slow rhythmic thrusts.  She
answered my need with her own demands and soon we were locked into the
deepest embrace two lovers can experience, timing our thrusts and
withdrawals so that we went from the merest genital caresses to the most
basic grunting slap as pushed each other against an erotic wall of
pleasure. The musky aroma of her sex mingled with mine, filling my senses
and driving me onwards to a climax.  Climax?  Sperm?  Pregnancy?  A moment
of panic...  'Are you...  is it..?' She knew what I meant.  'It's all
right, I'm OK, just don't stop!' she panted as we entered an animal state.
I no longer had control of myself.  For what seemed ages I was centred on
driving as deep into her as possible and filling her hungry, demanding
little cunt with as much sperm as I could give her.  She was intent only on
being filled and feeling me fill her when the time came.  Her hot, wetness
stroked and sucked at my cock and as I began to come in a frenzy of panting
Rachel started a series of small vaginal spasms that drove me to begin
emptying my balls into her.  She felt the tightness of my pregnant balls
about to unleash their load as I slapped them hard against her anus and
this triggered her orgasm.  I felt her full spasms start from the centre of
her cunt as it wrapped itself hungrily round the head of my cock and these
rapidly spread outwards in a series of violent shudders.  My semen was
spurting deep into her while she clung onto me with arms and legs pressing
me ever deeper into her as the waves built to a climax which made her
scream in an ecstasy of pleasure and fulfilment.  Panting, crying, and
squeaking like a frightened child she rode the storm and milked my cock of
every last drop of sperm-rich semen.  Finally with three gigantic spasms
she cried out as if hurt and then collapsed back exhausted on the couch
pulling me on top and keeping me locked into her with her legs and arms. 
My pulsing cock and balls slowly calmed down as we relaxed into each other.
After a few minutes she whispered dreamily.  'I love you.' 'I feel loved.'
I whispered back.  'Thank you.' Then I eased myself up and carried her like
a small child to the bedroom.  As I lay down beside her and covered her up
she turned on her side, pulled my arm sleepily over her so my hand rested
on her breast, then wriggled her firm little bum up against my cock. 
'Mmmm.....  just wait 'till tomorrow.' she sighed as we both drifted into a
deep and satisfied sleep.

   Rachel - Chapter Two I awoke early - as I always do.  Lying in my arms
and still pressed close against me Rachel slept soundly.  Time to think. 
I'm always at my most clear-headed early in the morning, especially as
outside it was already apparent that it would be a clear, warm and fresh
spring day.  What had we done?  Was this incest?  If it was, was it wrong?
We were both 'consenting adults' weren't we?  We loved each other and, she
was right, we now felt closer than we had ever been before.  I looked at my
feelings and realised I felt no guilt, only love, no fear for the future,
just confidence and happiness.  Rachel stirred a little and whimpered in
her sleep.  I held her a little closer and felt her relax again.  I thought
about her certainty that this was what she wanted and knew everything would
be fine when she woke up.  I though about surprising her with breakfast in
bed and then chided myself for being a parent.  What would a lover do? 
Gently I disentangled myself from her sleepy form and slowly uncovered her
naked body.  Careful not to wake her I turned her very slowly onto her
back. She murmured something and then breathed evenly again as she slipped
back into a deeper sleep.  Kneeling beside her I took a long and luxurious
look at her nakedness.  Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders and
covered one breast allowing only her perfect little nipple to peek through
the soft silky covering.  Her other breast was fully exposed and I looked
for ages at the proud perfection it, the soft texture and creamy pinkness
of her skin and the large slightly fuller aureoles supporting her bud-like
nipple.  Below her breasts, her smooth gently rounded belly was partly
covered my one hand that lay just above her pubic mound - as if she had
fallen asleep while touching herself.  Below her hand, nestling at the top
of her legs was that soft curly mound of hair that protected and invited at
the same time.  I stroked her smooth thigh gently and after a few moments
she sighed in her sleep and to my delight parted her legs slightly.  At the
same time her hand moved and she began to caress the hair on her pubic
mound.  I could not resist the temptation to let my hand join hers in the
gentlest of circling movements that I gradually enlarged to encompass the
prominent little lips that were peeping out from between her thighs.  As I
did, her breathing became shallower and she parted her legs a little more.
I could now see the provocative little gap between her lips.  I gently bent
over and breathed again the delicious aroma of her excitement, and then I
replaced my fingers with my tongue and gently began to lick the outside of
her lips.  Rachel continued to touch her mound and with a little
encouragement from me parted her legs so that her lips opened offering a
glimpse of the already moist and enticing redness between her labia.  Deep
within, her beautiful vagina lay coyly concealed.  Lying down between her
parted thighs I carefully separated her lips with my fingers and looked at
her little bud.  With the gentlest of kisses I caressed it and then with
the tip of my tongue reached out and touched it.  'Mmmm.' she sighed as I
began circling round her little erection.  The musky aroma of her vagina
was getting to my cock and a large erection was now trapped between
Rachel's sheets and my body.  When I gently probed her wet vagina with my
tongue she jumped, opened her eyes, and smiled with a warmth that thrilled
me.  She lay back, parting her legs as a long sigh escaped her half open
mouth.  I continued to lick her from her erect clitoris, over and into her
vagina and down to circle her anus, covering my face with her sensuous,
aromatic wetness as I did so.  As she became more excited she pushed her
bottom up allowing me to cup her buttocks in the palms of my hands.  She
responded by pulling her knees wide apart and up towards her chest, opening
and exposing all her secrets to my hungry tongue.  I could now bury my
tongue fully into her tight pussy while massaging her firm little bum
cheeks at the same time.  Rachael began to moan and moved her hands up to
massage her own breasts, circling and rolling her nipples between her
fingers adding to her ever-increasing excitement.  Moving rapidly between
her pussy, anus and clitoris, and increasing the depth and frequency of my
penetrations, I started to drive her up towards her orgasm.  Panting in
short sharp bursts with her head thrown back and a look of ecstasy on her
face she started to push in rhythmic thrusts against my invading tongue. 
Her clitoris stood out as a small hard button that I sucked into my mouth
and licked and circled with the tip of my tongue.  Her legs locked around
the back of my neck and she buried me in the hungry folds of her erotic
musky flesh.  In the moment before her orgasm she became suddenly rigid for
a few seconds before releasing a deep cry of pleasure and fucking hard
against me as the first of the spasms of pleasure racked her.  My tongue
was just entering her vagina when she cried out again and a small spurt of
her pee was released from her urinary tract.  It ran over my face and mouth
and trickled down to the sheets.  Again she cried out as if in pain and
again a small spurt of pee cascaded over me.  More spasms came thick and
fast as her orgasm peaked and then slowed as I continued to lick her
lovingly and longingly.  I was in ecstasy at the sheer pleasure I had so
evidently given her, so it was a moment before I realised what she was
saying.  'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.  I couldn't help myself.  It just came
out.' 'Rachel you mustn't be sorry.  I'm not.  'You're not?  'No I'm not.
In fact I found it very exciting.' 'You did?  She said looking at me in
surprise.  I sat up and pulled her to me.  'Yes.  It turned me on even more
- look.' I said and showed her my huge erection.  'I didn't think that you,
well that is I supposed I hoped you wouldn't mind, but I meant to talk to
you about it first.  You see when I'm very excited and have a full bladder
it just spurts out when I come.  I meant to get up and pee before we did it
again, but I woke up in the middle of it and I couldn't stop.' 'The only
problem is the bed - it's a bit wet.' 'That's OK I have a special sheet. 
It sometimes happens when I masturbate.' 'Well darling, I'll tell you a
secret.  I have always wanted that to happen, I loved the feel of it and I
was sorry that you only peed twice.' She squeezed me to her, kissed me and
told me how relieved she was I wasn't upset and asked me some more
questions about what I liked.  I found myself telling her about my most
secret, deeply buried sexual fantasies - things I only ever dreamed of. 
When I'd finished she kissed me, pushed me down and sat astride me, her
moist pussy sliding smoothly along, caressing my still erect cock, but not
letting me enter her.  'I need to pee.' She said simply.  'Yes, now,
please.' I smiled at her.  'Are you sure?' She teased.  'Yes, I'm sure.'
'Now?' 'Yes!' She grinned and I watched her concentrate, relaxing her lower
body and soon I felt a warm wet trickle flow over my cock, round my balls
and down between my buttocks.  I became stiffer than ever, almost painfully
hard.  'You like it?' 'I love it.' I panted from the edge of ecstasy.  This
time a longer trickle heated by balls.  Rachel moved her hips backwards and
forwards so she washed my whole cock with her warm stream.  Then she lifted
my cock, guided it into her pussy, and settled down so I felt again the
glorious tightness of her round the base of my cock.  She began to lift up
and down, sliding my cock in and out of herself and grinning down at me. 
'Oh you like zis don't you sir?' She said in her silly French accent. 
'It's what I dreamed of.' I gasped between breaths.  Now she stopped with
the head of my cock just in her and I felt a strong steady flow of her pee
showered down onto me.  As she peed she slid down onto me again and leaned
back so her pee cascaded upwards over my stomach in a flood of erotic
warmth.  I started bucking and gasping as from the tip of my cock spasms of
pleasure forced my balls to send their load of semen spurting into the
depths of her belly in huge convulsions of erotic ecstasy.  Rachel started
to come again and as my climax crested she took off on one of her own,
ramming her silky tightness down onto my cock trying to get every
millimetre into her hungry body.  I pushed hard into her as her climax
built and peaked in panting cries of ecstatic joy.  Two or three last great
heaves convulsed her body and she collapsed on top of me giggling and
panting and smiling.  'You randy old bugger!' She said.  'Hey!  Less of the
'old' thank you very much.' We both laughed and kissed and fell into a warm
wet heap of love and care.  She squeezed out her last few drops of pee,
which trickled slowly down over my anus making my prick twitch and my balls
tighten.  I felt a great sense of trust and love for this woman, my
stepdaughter, with whom I was sharing my innermost secrets.  Later when
we'd cleaned up, washed each other in the shower, dressed and breakfasted,
we sat talking of the day ahead.  We both had work to do so we chatted for
while organising the domestic stuff and finding ways of loving each other
with caresses, care and silly compliments.  Later I went out to research my
article while she worked in her studio on a design commission.  Rachel -
Chapter 3 Travelling on the Underground over to the National Maritime
Museum at Greenwich gave me time to reflect on what had happened.  Now I
was away from the provocative influence of her nubile body and the aroma of
sexual readiness that pervaded her studio flat, I could think with my brain
instead of letting my cock make the decisions.  I had made love to - no
that wasn't right - I had fucked my stepdaughter, and been well fucked by
her in return.  And she had been right; it had made our relationship
something even more special.  Did I want to fuck her again?  Even in the
cold light of day I knew I wanted to feel that sweet young pussy sliding
down onto my cock as often as possible, to feel our love overcoming any
social barriers.  Anyone watching me must have wondered what I had to grin
about as I rattled across London thinking of all the sexual fantasies that
might now come true with this sexiest of girls.  I laboured through the
morning looking for details of the times and routes of sailing vessels in
the final age of their greatness when elegant tall ships made the journey
to the Far East and Australia and back in record times to catch the height
of the London markets.  Pictures of those stuffy Victorian ship owners and
their straight-laced women stared back from the old journals.  But I
couldn't help wondering if in the privacy of their own bedrooms and
bathrooms they didn't enjoy a good hearty fuck, or if they found their
pleasure elsewhere.  I drifted off into a fantasy of white cotton bloomers
and innocent, but willing housemaids on their knees before the master in
the scullery or romping naked with the mistress of the house in her
four-poster bed.  Of firm white bottoms spanked and large bosoms lifted and
exposed to a gentleman's attentions.  It was no good.  I couldn't
concentrate on work, so around midday I packed my laptop and research notes
and caught the tube back to Rachel's studio.  I entered quietly and saw
Rachel working on her drawing board.  'Hi Rachel' 'Hi, you're back! 
Great!' Come and see what I've been drawing.' I walked over and looked over
her shoulder.  The soft grey pencil lines showed the rounded forms of
Rachel's breasts and belly, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode my
cock to orgasm.  'Wow!  That's fantastic!  'It's for you.  I couldn't stop
thinking about last night and this morning so I drew it to get it out of my
system.  But it didn't work.' She continued as she stood up and put her
arms round me.  I kissed her soft lips and felt the urgent need in her - a
need that matched and complimented my own desire to be close, no - to be
inside - her.  'I couldn't concentrate either.' I said.  'Come here then.'
She said, leading me over to the couch where it had all started the night
before.  I squeezed her hand and willingly followed her sexy little bottom,
encased as it was in a very short skirt.  She pushed me down, separated my
legs and started massaging my cock through my trousers.  'You are pleased
to see me!' She exclaimed as she felt my cock stiffen and grow.  'I haven't
thought of anything else since I left.  I kept imagining all those
Victorian society people fucking each other and everybody else too!' 'Well
you don't have to imagine anymore.' She said as she unbuttoned my fly and
slid her hand into my pants.  The feeling of her warm hand as it closed
round me was pure heaven.  She formed a circle with her hand round the end
of my cock and started to move it up and down so that my foreskin covered
and uncovered the end of my penis.  I groaned and lay back, happy at what
she was doing and even happier to know that we would be fucking each other
all afternoon and evening.  She freed my cock from my pants and slid my
trousers off, then lifted her T-shirt to reveal her naked breasts.  I
instinctively reached for them, but she gently pushed me back indicating
that this was her treat.  Leaning forward she pushed her breasts together
so they enclosed my cock and began to gently massage my erection with her
breasts.  I could feel her erect nipples caressing my stomach as she rocked
backwards and forwards.  After a few minutes of this sweet torture she
leaned down to lick and kiss my nipples and then slowly, exquisitely
slowly, licked down over my stomach towards my cock.  Her nipples and
breasts cushioned and caressed my balls as I felt her exhale over my cock
and then the gentlest of touches as the tip of her tongue began to explore
then end of my cock.  She carefully licked the small slit in the end from
where my own musky wetness had been oozing for the past few minutes.  With
appreciative noises she began to circle round the end of my cock with her
tongue as I began to get more excited.  Her lips began to kiss and caress
the end as I began to thrust my hips upwards trying to bury my whole cock
in her mouth.  She giggled as she resisted my pushes and then as I moaned
for mercy she let the end of my cock pop between her lips and into her warm
wet mouth.  She sucked and licked lovingly at my cock and moved one hand
round to cup my balls and the other to massage the shaft.  Pressure began
to build in the base of my cock as she increased the frequency of her
sucking and then slowly matching the increased speed she let my cock go
deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was sucking almost all of it
into and out of her mouth.  I gasped and moaned in total helpless passion
while Rachel worked my cock ever deeper into her hungry mouth.  She must
have been swallowing the end of my cock because I could feel the silky
softness of the back of her throat around the tip of my cock.  My balls
tightened and this warned her I was about to come because she clamped her
hand hard around the base of my cock and stopped me spurting.  This had the
effect of letting me have an orgasm without ejaculating, and when the
spasms had passed Rachel carried on sucking and licking me towards a second
and even more powerful orgasm.  My balls felt so full I thought I would
hurt myself.  My hips thrashed and I moaned with the rising wave of passion
that she was driving and leading me toward.  As the first convulsions began
to wrack my body she sucked the whole length of my cock so far into her
mouth I could feel her lips around its base.  The first spurt of semen
burst into the back of her throat causing an even more frenzied bout of
deep sucking as more and more of my erotic fluid filled her mouth.  She
swallowed and sucked, sucked and licked, wanting ever more of it.  I
spasmed three or four more times sending huge spurts deeper into her mouth
with each orgasmic crest and feeling Rachel swallow and come back for more.
She was moaning and sucking hungrily at my cock as I collapsed back
exhausted onto the couch.  She continued to gently lick and suck me while
my cock grew softer and my balls relaxed.  'That was amazing!' I said
eventually, as she lay with her head on my thigh teasing the end of my cock
with her tongue.  'I just wanted to swallow all of it.  Your taste turned
me on so much.' She smiled up at me.  'Perhaps you'd better come up here.'
I said lifting her up and sliding my hands under the edge of her short
skirt.  To my delight she wasn't wearing any panties so I pulled her
forward and lay back so her furry little pussy hovered over my face.  She
was already wet and the fresh musk of her excited vagina woke my cock from
its rest.  I began by kissing her belly and breathing in her aroma, letting
it re-kindle my excitement.  My hands found her buttocks and I began gently
massaging the cheeks of her bottom, squeezing them, pushing them together
and easing them apart, and sometimes touching the little ring of tight
puckered flesh between them.  When I did this she pushed back against my
hand and fingers encouraging me to touch her again.  My kisses moved lower
and lower until I was buried in the soft down at the base of her belly
then, moving a little lower still, my tongue slipped easily between the
lips of her pussy as she spread her thighs to give me access to her moist
centre.  My tongue found her clitoris which I sucked and licked slowly and
gently to the accompaniment of Rachel's sighs and groans.  My fingers found
her wet pussy and I gently pushed one, then two, deeply into her,
lubricating them with her erotic emissions.  Rachel pushed downwards
against me, her movements matching the rhythms of my invading tongue and
fingers in a series of long slow erotic thrusts.  My other hand found her
breasts and she took it, sucking and licking my fingers until they were
well lubricated, then used my hand to massage her nipples and breasts.  For
long minutes I licked, sucked, and massaged as many of her erogenous zones
as I could reach while she gradually became increasingly excited.  Her
movements became faster and less controlled as she began to give herself to
the feelings that emanated from her breasts and vagina.  Her sighs became
little cries which in turn became deep groans of excitement and longing. 
As the rhythm built I was almost smothered in the folds of her labia as she
pushed herself down onto my tongue trying to get more into her demanding
pussy.  Her movements became more frantic and I knew she would come soon.
As she started the deeper series of convulsing thrusts that signalled the
beginning of the end I pulled the cheeks of her bottom apart and slowly
pushed my lubricated finger into the tight ring that guarded her anus. 
Rachel went wild, bucking and pushing, screaming and crying as she came in
a series of deep orgasmic after-shocks, grabbing my head and fucking my
tongue with her cunt.  In the middle of this frenetic fucking I felt the
reward I longed for.  She momentarily lost control and a small spurt of pee
jetted out of the little hole above her pussy.  I clamped my lips round her
and sucked the delicious liquid into my mouth licking the hole as I did so.
The next spurt hit the tip of my tongue and the next went straight down my
waiting throat.  My fingers were ramming faster and faster into her bottom
as Rachel screamed her final climax, her body was tossed around as if by
some inner demon.  Her bum and her vagina spasmed and squeezed and opened
to admit me further, then clamped me into her to allow her to feel the last
moments of pleasure before she sighed and panted through the subsiding
waves that faded away as reality returned.  She moved down so my erect
prick nestled between her legs and slid easily into her wet pussy.  Kissing
me deeply and lovingly, she slowly and gently worked me to a climax by
squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles and moving her furry mound and
breasts against me in an erotic massage.  This time I deposited my load
deep into her vagina.  This less lusty, but perhaps more loving sex was the
perfect end to the afternoon.  The light was beginning to fade when we
surfaced, threw on some light clothes and sat down for a meal and a bottle
of wine.  Chatting over the meal, she looked at me with her big brown eyes
sparkling in the candlelight.  'I've got a present for you.' 'Another one!
What is it?' 'It's a surprise.' 'Oh go one, tell me you little tease.' 'No,
you'll have to wait, and besides you like it when I tease you.' She
giggled. She was right I did enjoy her games.  I smiled and said, 'OK, I
can wait.' But not too long I hoped.

   Rachel - Chapter Four After the meal we sat on the couch finishing the
bottle of wine, laughing about the day's events, and kissing every now and
then as the mood took us.  After an hour or so when we were rested and
slightly drunk Rachel said.  'It's time for your present.  Wait here, I'll
call you when it's ready.' I sat waiting and wondering what she was doing
and what my surprise would be, a delicious feeling of excitement twitched
my cock.  After a couple of minutes of quite rustlings from the bedroom she
called me in.  The room was lit by candlelight.  Standing by the bed with
her hands held innocently behind her back, Rachel was dressed in soft white
cotton and lace.  Her breasts were emphasised by the cups of smooth white
material that held them proud and sensual.  Round her waist a suspender
belt held a pair of white translucent stockings.  Covering, but not
concealing her perfect furry mound a pair of see-through white panties
clung to her body.  My cock started to harden immediately.  She was dressed
like a virginal bride wearing her first sexy knickers and the look on her
face showed this was exactly the game she was playing.  'Wow!  You look
amazing.  That's a brilliant present.  Thank you.' I said as I held her
shoulders, kissed her and then looked down at the sensual swellings and
curves of her body.  'This isn't all.' She said, smiling a cheeky grin and
putting something in my hand.  She turned round and lay face down on the
bed over some pillows she had placed there.  The back view as she lay there
with her bottom pushed up was stunning.  Her pert little buttocks peeked
through the see-through panties and then as she moved her legs apart she
revealed that the panties were not only see-through but had a gap designed
into them so that her wet pussy and puckered anus were open and exposed.  I
looked from her provocative body to the object in my hand.  My heart missed
a beat when I saw it was a tube of lubricating jelly.  I couldn't get my
clothes off fast enough.  I resisted the invitation of my cock to jump on
top of her and get into her as fast as possible.  I had to be sure she
wanted what I thought she wanted.  'You're amazing, you sexy girl.  I love
you.' I said, as I kissed her ears and neck.  ' Are you sure you want
to...? 'Want to feel your cock penetrate my anal sphincter, to be buggered,
to have my arse fucked?  'Well yes.' I said, my cock growing harder every
second, reacting to the crude and provocative language.  'Yes please, its
part of my present to you.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, I would like you to
have taken my virginity; you know, I used to fantasise about that when I
was fifteen, but that's gone so this is the next best thing.  I've never
been fucked there before and I want you to be the first, then my anal
virginity will be yours for always and I'll always remember the first time
with you.' `But I might hurt you, and it might not turn you on.' `I know
you'll be gentle and when you touched me there I liked it, and besides I
know it turns you on so that will turn me on.' What could I say?  Again she
had left me speechless with surprise and excitement.  How could I argue
with this simple statement of trust and desire?  I kissed her and stroked
her shoulders and back, then whispered.  'This is the best present you
could have given me.  You're right.  I have always wanted to have sex like
this.  You can read my mind.' I moved down so I knelt between her spread
legs.  A ring of slightly wrinkled darker flesh lay partly hidden within
the whiteness of her panties.  I gently eased her legs further apart and
exposed her little ring.  I began to lick small circles around the edge of
her anus, breathing in the sensuous earthy smell of her body as I did so.
My cock was rigid between my legs but I knew I had to take my time
penetrating her, or it would hurt and perhaps spoil it for her.  Gradually
I licked in smaller and smaller circles until I was just teasing the edges
of her tight little opening.  She began to make pleasing little sighs and
moved her hips so the tip of my tongue brushed over the very centre of her
anus.  Feeling my tongue where she wanted it she pushed upwards encouraging
me to penetrate and prepare her for a grander entrance.  I gently eased my
tongue a little way into her, only to feel her tense, then push back, relax
and open a little for me.  I pushed more firmly and felt her relax some
more.  Then my wet tongue slipped past her tight ring and into her anus. 
She sighed and started some gentle rocking movements to move my tongue
inside her.  I withdrew and then entered her again feeling her relax
immediately I pushed against the opening.  I could have lain there for ages
licking her, gently fucking her with my tongue and breathing that erotic,
forbidden scent, but my cock wouldn't let me rest.  Kneeling, I took the
tube of jelly and squeezed a long line of lubricant between her cheeks and
over her anus.  Then I lay my cock full length between the cheeks of her
bottom and squeezed her firm buttocks so they massaged me and spread the
jelly over my cock.  I lay full length on top of her and felt her bum
pressing against my legs and stomach.  My cock was trapped in the slippery
valley between her cheeks and I moved so that the length of my cock slid up
and down between them, caressing the tight opening and encouraging her to
relax and become more used to the idea of having my cock easing open and
sliding into her anus.  Biting and kissing her neck and shoulders I
whispered to her.  'I'm going to put the head of my cock in your tight
virgin arse and slide it into you until I can feel my balls up against your
wet cunt.  And then pull it out and push it in again faster and further. 
I'm going to bugger you until you come like a train and wet your knickers
and then I'm going to keep on buggering you while you masturbate and stuff
your own fingers into your cunt and...' 'Oh Daddy!  Show me, do it to me. I
want you to fuck my naughty bum.  I promise I'll be a good girl and come
for you like you want.  Oh Daddy, please fuck my bum now, I want it so
badly, I want your big cock up my arse as far as it will go....' 'You are a
good girl, you've kept your arse just for me to fuck and I'm going fill it
with sperm and you'll be able to feel it spurting deep into your belly.'
This crude and provocative language drove us both to higher plains of lust
and if I wasn't careful I would have come with my cock between her buttocks
and spurted my semen all over her back.  I eased back, lifted myself and
positioned the head of my cock against the ring of firm flesh round the
entrance to her anus.  I pushed gently feeling the taboo tightness of her
resisting anus me.  Rachel reached back and pulled her cheeks apart,
opening herself and then pushed back and we both gasped with ecstasy as we
felt the head of my cock pop into her.  I lay still for a moment savouring
this first anal penetration, this taking of her virgin bottom, and then
gently pushed my lubricated cock slowly, very slowly a little way into her
as she relaxed her anal muscles and pushed upward and outward allowing me
deeper and deeper into her most private and taboo opening.  The exquisite
tightness gripping my cock nearly made me come there and then, so I moved
slowly until I felt her cheeks nestle against my balls.  My final push was
matched by hers and then I was as deep as was possible inside her anus.  I
would like to have laid still and kissed her and talked to her but I
couldn't stop moving, exploring the unique feeling of this tight opening
and my cock deep within it.  She obviously felt the same as she wriggled
and swayed her hips so my cock moved inside her.  'That feels good Daddy,
and I have been good.  Do it again, please do it some more.' She pleaded
still playing the innocent virgin.  I slowly slid my cock right out of her
and again rubbed my length between the cheeks of her bottom, brushing
enticingly across the entrance to her tightest entrance.  Talking to her I
asked her if she wanted me to enter her again.  `Yes I do.' She gasped, so
I eased gently into her again, this time pushing a little faster against
that smooth firmness.  Rachel grunted like an animal and pushed back harder
against me.  Again I withdrew and again plunged into her bottom faster than
before.  Again she sounded like an animal on heat and suddenly we were both
animals, moving more and more urgently, ramming against each other so my
cock buried itself in her, while her cheeks slapped against my stomach and
my balls beat against her vagina.  For long minutes I savoured the unique
experience of Rachel's tight anus sucking at my cock as I withdrew it, and
that same silky tightness giving way as I pushed back into her again.  My
balls tightened as Rachel started a series of rhythmic muscular squeezes
that masturbated my cock.  I pulled her hips up so she was now kneeling,
then reaching round I took her hand, placing her fingers into her cunt. 
She started sliding her fingers into her pussy, fucking herself as I rubbed
her clitoris with one hand and massaged her hanging breasts with the other.
All the time she was grunting and slapping her cheeks against me as my
climax came and my balls began to overflow, sending their load gushing deep
into her anus in spurt after spurt.  Rachel felt me coming and this set off
on her own orgasm.  Her movements became more frantic and I could feel the
spasms centred in her bottom and vagina bursting outwards, shaking and
racking her body.  Her grunts became cries of joy and pain as she lost all
control, impaling herself onto my still spurting cock with total abandon.
Now her first big spasm reached the critical point where she lost all
control and couldn't stop herself peeing as she came.  The feeling of her
warm pee flowing over my hand and then round my balls and legs made me
starts to come again.  It was now me grunting like an animal.  I was
helpless.  All I knew of the world was centred on her tight anus, on her
rounded little bum encased in her see-through panties, on her loss of
control and on her continuing orgasms.  My fantasy came true.  I fucked her
sexy tight bum for what seemed like ages while she came and peed and came
again.  My cock stayed hard, clamped in the warm taboo depths of her anus
while I reached a third climax.  It couldn't last forever and eventually we
had to collapse exhausted onto the wet bed and curled up together with my
cock still inside her.  An hour later we awoke, giggled with each other,
cleaned up, made the bed, crawled into it, wrapped my arms around her and
slept with my cock semi erect between her legs until a new day came and
woke us with shafts of clean fresh colour.  Chapter 5.  It was Monday
afternoon -I had to go soon.  After another long sexy afternoon of love,
lust, care and sexy giggles we lay in each other's arms, kissing and slowly
drifting back to full awareness of each other.  Rachel took my cock in her
hand and gently encouraged me to a full erection again.  'You're
insatiable!' I laughed.  'It's important.' She smiled as she sat astride
me, wriggled her cute little bottom until my cock was positioned at the
entrance to her soft pussy and then settled down so my cock slid fully into
her.  'Why is it important?' I asked, confused.  'Because the time is
right.' 'Right for what?' I said like an idiot.  'For me to conceive.'
'What do you mean.  I thought you said you were covered!' 'No.' she said as
she continued to slide up and down on my erection.  'I said it was all
right and it is.  I want to have your baby.' Why wasn't I surprised?  Why
wasn't I angry?  Why was I so happy with the idea of impregnating Rachel?
'You really are amazing!' I said.  'Then you don't mind?' 'No, I don't
mind. In fact I love the idea of my baby growing in your sexy belly.  And I
love the idea of you being the mother of my child and of me your child's
father.  And of course I'll look after you both.' 'You don't need to do
that.  I earn enough.  But I do want you to help me bring her or him up
like you brought me up.  And I do want to carry on fucking you as much as
possible.  And I want you to keep filling my belly with babies.' Then we
were lost in an increasingly passionate embrace, which climaxed with me
filling her belly in the fullest possible sense.  I know that it could have
been any of the times we made love that was the successful one, but I like
to think it was that time.  Epilogue Before the baby was born we bought and
renovated an old mill further up the river.  I now have half the top floor
while Rachel has the other half.  We made love right up to the last night
before I took her to the maternity hospital.  She lay on her side and asked
me to put just the tip of my penis into her `to help the baby on its way'
she said.  We fell asleep like that.  She woke suddenly in the night and
announced calmly that the baby was coming.  We have to be careful now, her
three children - my three children - two girls and a boy, come and go as
they please, treating my flat just like their own.  Life is full of games,
laughter, a few tears and many childish journeys of adventure and
discovery. But we still find plenty of time to love each other.  We still
lust after each other and care for each other in equal amounts - really we
couldn't be happier.  Are we committing incest?  Who cares?  When two
people feel like we do about each other they make their own rules.

   The End

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