A FAMILY MATTER

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When I lost my wife to a sudden illness several years ago, I was confronted with the daunting task of raising two preteens to maturity.� Before that tragedy befell us, Jill had kept a tight lid on the kids and was most skilled at diffusing the sibling rivalries to a manageable level.� When that task fell to me, I immediately made a mess of it, falling into the trap of defending sweet, innocent Kelly against all predations, real and feigned, by her older brother, Billy.� This was manifestly unfair to Billy. �But after a year or so of household hell, I sort of figured it out.�

Taking a page from my Army days and my old drill sergeant, I adopted a policy of self-enforcement.� For any problem between the two for which I didn't personally witness, I simply punished the both of them. They quickly caught onto the idea of ironing out their differences between themselves and leaving me out of it. Harmony was restored and without me being suckered into taking sides.

That approach worked well with household chores too.� "Here's what needs to be done, kids, now you two see that it gets done. If it doesn't get done, you both will pay the price."� Clean house, washed clothes, vacuumed floors, washed dishes... no problem; it all got done and without me harping on either of them.� I felt pretty proud of myself... father of the year.

As the kids got older, I became more and more convinced that it was my exceptional parental skills that kept home life smooth.� That opinion changed abruptly one day, or at least I came to realize that there was another operator in play... sex.� Billy and Kelly got along better because they played together... sexually.� I didn't figure any of this out until Billy was nearly fourteen and Kelly was eleven.�

A gold crown had come loose while I was at work one sunny Friday.� I called my dentist and he saw me� that afternoon to re-glue the crown onto the stump of my molar.� When all was well with my crown, it was too late to go back to work, so I went home.�

My garage was too filled with crap to put my car into it, so as was my custom, I parked it on the drive.� Also as was my custom, I walked around to the back door, took off my shoes and entered the kitchen.� I didn't hear anything unusual and immediately treated myself to a cold beer.� Taking a long swig I stepped into the living room and nearly choked.� There were the kids, Billy and Kelly, naked on the sofa, Billy's hands on his sister's head as she sucked his cock.

"Oh, shit!" Billy exclaimed, nearly knocking his little sister onto the floor as he bolted up. Kelly now saw me and she too scrambled to do something, anything, but there wasn't a stitch of either's clothing in the room to cover up with, nor was there anything for any of us to do except gawk in shock. From the expressions on their face, they were both thinking the same thing, 'We're dead meat.� We're gonna get the whipping of a lifetime and that would just be for starters.'

Me, I did what I had learned was the most effective thing I could do in difficult situations... nothing.� Keep cool, say nothing and do nothing until I had a chance to think things through... let'em sweat a little and then lower the boom.�� The situation was clear enough, the kids were sexually active with each other.� What to do?� That was the question.� So I stood there, looking at them, calmly drinking my beer.� Finally Kelly got the nerve to bolt out of the room and retreat to the relative safety of her bedroom.

Meanwhile Billy, his face ashen, just sat there awaiting his certain doom.

"Where are your pants?" I asked calmly.

"I, uh... oh, shit!"� I had to stifle a laugh as he too now bolted for his room.

Now I suppose most parents would have been enraged, or at least mortified by what I had stumbled upon.� I wasn't.� I thought it was genuinely funny, or at least the kids' reaction was funny.� As to incestuous sex... I guess you could say that I had a predisposition towards that sort of thing, so the incestuous sexual activity wasn't particularly upsetting in its own right.

I know what you're saying, "Here comes another tired clich�."� But no, I'm not blaming my parents, a lecherous uncle or a predacious neighbor, but when I was kid, younger than Kelly is now, I was molested. It wasn't a bad experience either, in fact, I rather enjoyed the attention my two older sisters showed me.� Teresa was the oldest, about thirteen when it all began.� She was the more domineering of the two.� Abby was only a year and a half younger than Teresa with more of a go-along-to-get-along type personality.� Me, I was the product of too much booze one Saturday night and was a full five years younger than Teresa.

Once I started school, my mom went to work and Teresa, with Abby's help, was put in charge of me.� Mom was pretty easy going, but Teresa was a ball buster. I quickly learned that I shouldn't complain to Mom about Teresa, as Mom always sided with Teresa and it was Teresa who could and would make my life miserable.� It was best for me to just do as Teresa said.

After a few years, I was very accustomed to doing what my older sister told me to do.� So when I was summoned to my sisters' bedroom and told to take off all my clothes, I did, no questions asked.� I was in third grade then, about eight years old.� Seems Teresa and Abby were interested in what boys looked like.� I was long past the age when either of them would have occasion to see Mom giving me a bath, so this was all new to them.� How my little cock responded to their exploratory touches was also new to them.� Making me go up and get hard became a great game for them, a game that went far beyond mere curiosity.� Like all males, young and old, I loved playing with my dick, but having someone else play with my dick was even better.� Was there any danger in me spilling the beans to my parents?� Not a chance... When Teresa was in charge of me, Teresa was the law. Mom and Dad had made that quite clear to me.� I had no recourse.� I did not question the law.� If Teresa wanted me naked and wanted to play with my dick, that's what happened.

Of course Teresa and Abby quickly grew bored with it all and the fondling came to an end.� That is until Teresa got the big idea to show me off to her friends.� Suddenly I was being told to undress completely once again, this time in front of my sister's friend(s) whereupon I was fondled by other curious girls.� This usually took place after school, but sometimes it also happened when Teresa had friends over for a sleepover. Never mind that Mom and Dad were downstairs and supposedly in charge, if Teresa told me to get naked, I got naked and was rewarded with groping hands.

As nice as it was being the after school� (and slumber party) center of attention, that too came to an end once the girls' curiosity had been satisfied. Almost overnight I once again became more of nuisance than an attraction.� Believe me, it was more fun being used as an educational prop than being ignored.�

I have no idea who suggested it to her, but a year or so after first molesting me, Teresa decided that she wanted to know how to give a guy a hand job.� She used me for practice.� This was better!� Much better!� Abby practiced with me too.� Both of them took great glee in seeing me jerking about in the throes of a dry cum.� They also wanted to see me whacking off and I did so upon demand, not that I minded being a spectacle.� Fortunately for me, they never lost interest in jacking me off, or at least Abby never lost interest.� I don't know who enjoyed those after school sessions more, me or Abby.� Teresa became rather blas� about molesting me, but she had started going to parties where she put into practice what she learned using me.

Apparently talk of boys and dicks and blowjobs are a popular topic amongst fourteen and fifteen year old girls, just as girls and tits and pussies are perennial popular topics amongst fourteen to eighty years old boys.� So things improved once again because Teresa decided she needed to learn how to give a guy a blowjob. She was fifteen then and both she and Abby were quite the babes.� I was now ten and when Teresa told me what she wanted to do, I asserted myself.

"That's okay by me, Tee, but I want to see you naked too.� Fair's fair! I also want to touch your tits."

Teresa pondered my sudden demands for equality.� She wasn't all that keen to get bare for her little brother's entertainment, but she came up with a plan.� "How about if Abby gets naked and lets you touch her tits?"� Like I said before, Teresa was the alpha female and Abby was a follower.� Holy smokes!� I knew Abby was gorgeous and had caught glimpses of her here and there, but to see her totally naked for the first time was something I'll never forget.� She had a great pair of tits and that first feel of her big breasts sealed the deal for me.� Naturally I let Teresa practice on me, Abby too, but much like hand jobs, Teresa's interest soon shifted to her boyfriends.�

That was fine with me, because I had Abby who was too young to go out on dates, but who took a great liking to sucking my dick and getting naked with me.� She often let me diddle her while sucking her tits while Teresa did her homework just a few feet away.�

It wasn't long after I was getting regular blowjobs from Abby that Teresa had another idea.� She wanted me to lick Abby's pussy.� Actually she wanted me to lick her pussy, but she made Abby go first.� Finally I got to see Teresa naked and I got to feel her up all I wanted.��

Like before, that only lasted a little while before Teresa cut me off for good.� She said that if we kept it up, I'd soon want to fuck her and she wasn't about to fuck her little brother; that was just too weird and she didn't want to take a chance and have a three-eyed baby.� She also warned Abby about letting me fuck her and successfully cut off that avenue of fun.� Still, Abby was obsessed with sucking dick and as my dick was readily available, she took her pleasure with her willing and ever helpful little brother.�

When Teresa asked her why she sucked me so often, she explained that she really liked the feel and texture of my cock in her mouth; that and she liked me fingering her pussy and eating her out.�� Teresa laughed, saying just wait until she could get some real cock, then she wouldn't be into little boys so much.� Fucking bitch! But alas, Teresa proved correct.� Once Abby started dating, I didn't get my dick sucked but once a month, if I was lucky, and that's only because Abby felt sorry for me.

Both Teresa and Abby were very attractive girls and proved to be very popular with the boys, with each having dates every Friday and Saturday nights and often dates on Sunday afternoons.� Me, I masturbated a lot and snuck into the shower with them whenever I thought I could get away with it.� Teresa almost always ran me off, but Abby was more accommodating and let me soap her up good while she jacked me off.�

As the years passed, I grew older and my dick grew bigger.� Both Abby and Teresa noticed and for a while, Teresa didn't run me out of the shower with her so often.� Still, it was a comparably dry period for me, though I'm sure my young dick was getting a lot more female attention than any of my contemporaries.

By the time I was twelve I had learned that whereas Teresa was always fickle, Abby was a pushover.� I didn't even have to ask, I simply helped myself to her... she never objected to me feasting on her tits, sticking my dick in her face or sticking my face in her twat.� She still wouldn't let me fuck her, but if it weren't for Teresa's meddling, I have no doubt I could have fucked Abby whenever I wanted.

When I started high school as a freshman, I came to realize just what a cock hound Abby was.� Teresa had graduated and was away at college doing who knows what, but Abby was still a high school senior.� On my first day at Medford High, I literally saw the writing on the wall.� Scrawled in indelible ink in the boys bathroom walls... "For a suck and a fuck, call Abby," followed by our phone number.� The message was in every bathroom and the locker room.�� My big titted sister was a well known easy lay... not that I was surprised.

I had a talk with Abby that afternoon.� If she was fucking every guy who had the gumption to take her out and fuck her, then so would I.� She didn't object and I had my first fuck with my sister, an event that was repeated often during the course of the year.� No more just blowjobs for me!� Of course she insisted on me using rubbers, which was a very reasonable request, though one not always honored in the heat of the moment.

Thanks to Abby, I soon became her counterpart in high school society.� Once word got around that I ate pussy, I had more pussy than I knew what to do with.� High school guys aren't that eager to go down on a girl.� I relished going down on a girl, especially a girl who would return the favor with both her mouth and her cunt. It also didn't hurt that I was discrete about it and never talked about what any girl and I did together.� Girls appreciated that.��

By the time Abby graduated and joined Teresa at State U, I was well established as the go-to-guy for getting laid like a girl should be laid.� I have my sisters to thank for that, especially Abby.

So when I discovered my own kids engaged sexually, I wasn't shocked at all, nor was I hypocritical about it.� Kids do that sort of thing.� I did and my sisters did.� It was great fun.� My only concern was whether or not Billy had forced himself upon his little sister.� If he had, well, that wouldn't be good at all and I'd have to think about what to do next.� If he hadn't, well, what's done is done and no big deal; I just had to make sure that they were discrete about it... not necessarily around the house, but with any and all outsiders. I also needed to know just how far had they gone beyond oral sex.

With my two kids cowering in their bedrooms, waiting for me to come down on them like a ton of bricks, I helped myself to another beer and pulled out some leftovers for that night's dinner.� With supper on the table, I went, calmly knocked on their doors and told them to come eat.

At the table, both stared down into their plates.� They weren't all that hungry for some reason and for once it wasn't solely because of my cooking.� Me, I was hungry and ate.� Usually the conversation was lively about the dinner table, but not tonight.� Tonight, I ate in peace without having to listen to Kelly's drivel about this and that, nor endure Billy's fanciful prognostications about this team or that.

With dinner done, the kids cleaned up while I caught up with the national news.� Neither were all that eager to come and join me, so when the news was over, I called for Kelly.

"Let's have a little talk," I told her as I pointed to my bedroom.� She followed me into my room where I stopped and turned to face her. She was the spitting image of my sister Abby, but with budding tits.� Often they were mistaken for mother and daughter.�

"Daddy," she said in whisper, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Kelly, you're not in any trouble.� But, I do need for you to answer my questions, and answer them truthfully.� How long have you and Billy been... sexually engaged with each other?"

"I dunno.� Two years?"

"Two years.� You're awfully young to be doing that sort of thing, but now that you are...� Tell me, does Billy force you in any way?"

"No, sir."

"Has he ever forced you into doing things you didn't want to do?"

"No, sir.� Billy's really nice, Daddy.� Honest."

"I believe that and that's a big relief for me to hear it. Do you like, uh... sucking his cock?"� Her head was cast down and she wouldn't look at me.

"Look up at me, Kelly...

"That's better.� Now, answer me and answer me honestly, do you like sucking his cock?"

"I guess."

"You guess?� You're either enjoy sucking his cock or you don't.� Now which is it?"

"I like it, Daddy. Billy likes it too."

"I bet he does like it," I said with a chuckle. "The main thing is whether you like it, and if you're being honest with me, you do like it.

"Now, this may surprise you.� I don't care if you suck Billy's dick, so long as you both enjoy it."

"You're... really not mad?" she asked surprised with the turn of events.

"No, not at all, sweetie.� If you and Billy want to mess around together, have at it.� Only don't be doing it behind my back any more.� There should be no secrets in this house when it comes to things that matter, and sex matters.� I guess I wish that you were a little older before you started this, but you're not and that's okay too. Girls need to know how to properly suck a guy's cock."

I couldn't read her expression at that moment, but she seemed to be intently listening.� She may have been a surprised at my attitude, but she certainly wasn't shocked.�

Before I had even called them to supper, I had made a decision based upon what Kelly told me.� She had told me she wasn't forced and that she liked sucking her brother's cock.� Well, hell, if that's the case..

Coyly I ventured, "I just wish I had a girl who wanted to suck my cock...� say three or four times a week.� You wouldn't know of any pretty girls who would want to do that for me, do you?"

Kelly broke out in a naughty grin.� She was young, but she wasn't stupid by any means.� Looking me right in the eye she replied with equal coyness, "I think I do know of a girl, Daddy.� A pretty girl who would love to suck your dick."

I grinned back and down at her.� "Let me guess..." She reached out and while she unfastened my belt and unzipped me,� I held my breath.� Careful not to unduly encourage her, I let her take the lead.� A moment later, my pants and drawers were down around my knees.�

"Gawd, Daddy, you're so big!" she exclaimed looking at my mature cock as her cool fingers wrapped around it for the first time.� She looked up at me and sank to her knees.� Keeping eye contact with me, she kissed my cock, smiled up at me and then wrapped her sweet lips around the head.� If I wasn't already rock hard, I was by then.

Her lips molded about the head and her little tongue flicked at it.� "Oh, baby," I moaned, "that feels so good."�

A motion caught my eye and looking up from my eleven year old daughter sucking on the end of my prick, I saw her brother standing at the door with an utterly astonished look upon his face.� I gave him a reassuring smile and the worry melted from his face as he realized that he wasn't in big trouble after all.

I pulled off my polo shirt and rubbed my bare chest as Kelly continued ministering to my cock.� "This is great, Billy," I said to my now grinning boy.� "You're a lucky boy to have a sister like this.� And I'm a lucky dad."

I leaned over and grasping the tails of Kelly's t-shirt, pulled it over her head, a move that necessitated her releasing my cock.� "I want you naked when you suck me, baby," I told her.� "Lose the shorts and the panties."� While Kelly shimmied out of her short-shorts and panties, I kicked off my shoes and completed removing my pants.�

Naked, I sat on my bed and directed my now nude daughter to what would become a familiar position for her between my knees.� Leaning back, I settled in to enjoy the best blowjob I'd had since Christmas when I last saw Abby.�

Kelly began working over the sensitive juncture of my cock crown and the underside of my cock.� Billy had taught her well, or was it all instinct? Or perhaps she'd been hanging out with her favorite aunt a little too much.

With all the salacious excitement since arriving home early from my dentist appointment, I didn't last very long, nor did I fight and try to hold back my building orgasm.� Grasping my daughter's head and holding her on my cock, I felt the exquisite rush of semen up my cock tube and into her sucking mouth.� Damn, it never, ever felt any better than that. Kelly didn't miss a beat as I joyously unloaded in her mouth, but she did have to let some drip from her lips, as she wasn't expecting such a copious load from her old man. She'd do better the next time.

Spent, I flopped back onto the bed to catch my breath.� Kelly crawled up to snuggle with me and my hand found its way on to her bare butt while her hand wrapped around my wet and deflated organ.

Billy was still standing in the open doorway watching the salacious events unfold.� I signaled him to come inside.� As he stood next to the bed, I asked him point blank, "Do you two fuck?"� Silently he nodded, 'yes'.

Turning to Kelly I asked, "Is that right?� You and your brother fuck?"� She too nodded, 'yes', but with a little grin.

"Okay, I get the picture.� Now, listen up you two.� You two can fuck and suck each other to your heart's content, only from now on, you'll do it openly.� Billy, I want you to use rubbers with your sister... she's not ready to start dropping her eggs, but she will be soon and I don't want any accidents that might be hard to explain.� Of equal importance to avoiding knocking her up is discretion.� No one outside this household is to know what happens in the privacy of our home.� That means absolutely no one.� I don't give a flying fuck how good of a friend such and such is, they may not be such a good friend in the future... it happens.� So, if you don't want to live in a foster home, keep your mouths shut. Never tell anyone."

I turned to Kelly.� "So you fuck your brother.� I wish I had a pretty girl who wanted to fuck my cock, say three� or four times a week.� You wouldn't know of any girls who would want to do that for me, do you?"

Kelly grinned and replied, "Tell you what, Daddy, I think I do know of such a girl."

"You do?� I would have never guessed."

She sat up and began jacking me in earnest and in doing so, reviving my flagging pecker. Again I didn't want to put undue pressure on her to do what I wanted, as I wanted her to do what she wanted and if that meant screwing her own father's big pecker, then so be it.� With me all stiff and ready, Kelly swung her petite frame across my much larger frame and sat on my dick... not up the snatch, but sideways.� She wiggled on it and I felt her moisture coating my cock.

"I don't know, Daddy.� You're awfully big," she said with a concerned look.

"Look, you don't have to fuck me, Baby," I told her.� "That is unless you want to fuck me.

"I know, how about if you just sit there and wiggle around on me?"

"Okay," she answered brightly and began grinding her pussy on my cock.� I sat back and enjoyed every wiggle. I would have been satisfied with just that, but Kelly began moving about more and more aggressively and sliding her pussy slit along the length of my dick.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's good," I praised.� "Really good."�

Next thing I know and my cock was suddenly enveloped in a warm wet vise.� "Oh, Daddy! It's too big!� It's too big!" she wailed.

"Then take it out!" I replied alarmed that she was hurting herself.

"No!� I want it in me," she wailed.

"Sweetie, I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not hurting me, Daddy, but your dick... Well, maybe not so much anymore. Is it okay if I keep you in me for a while?"

"Sure, sweetie, if that's what you want."

"That's what I want," she replied emphatically.

"Fine by me,"� I said gritting my teeth.� With a hiss I added, "You sure have a tight little pussy, baby girl." She was tight, painfully so.

We remained motionless for several moments as her vagina stretched.� As she adjusted to my girth, the death choke on my cock began to ease.� Suddenly she rose up and my cock was free from her cunt.� I thought it was over, at least for now, but Kelly had other ideas.� Lining my cock up with her pussy, she sank down on me.� She grimaced a bit, but didn't cry out.� She was still very tight, but this time not painfully so.�

After a moment she rose up until my cock had completely cleared her fuck tunnel.� She paused, then took me inside of her again and this time for good, or at least until I shot off inside her.� What a fuck!� Up, down, up, down, slowly at first, but as her cunt adjusted further, her tempo increased.� Meanwhile, as she fucked me, with one hand I diddled her clit and with the other toyed and tormented her developing boobies, the combined effect of all that stimulation on her was a series of orgasms.� Her face displayed an expression of divine suffering.� Each time she peaked she'd freeze on my dick and her chest flushed as she squeaked and gasped.� Then once it had eased, she once again began bouncing on my prong until the next wave of pleasure swept over her.� All in all, my baby girl was a fun fuck!

After a good long fuck, she collapsed upon my chest with my stiff cock still stuffing her pre-teen twat.� By now she was covered in sweat, her blond hair matted to her forehead, her nipples were engorged and� very extended by the rough treatment they had gotten.� Holding her to me, I rolled us both over.� As my knees were already hanging over the edge of the bed, I was able to stand and holding her hands stretched out over her head, I began power fucking her.� The twap, twap, twaping of copulation filled the room, accentuated by cries of passion.

"Oh, Daddy!� Oh, Daddy! Ohmygawd! Daddy!� Daddy!� Oh, Daddy!" she hollered as I gave her a fucking to remember.� Every so often I'd pause, lean over and give her nips a good suck, then I'd resume fucking her.�

I needed to rest my pecker which felt very hot from the friction and constriction, so I pulled out.� Releasing her arms, I grabbed her legs and pushed them forward and opened her.� Her pussy lips were a bright red and immediately began to swell.� I gazed in wonder at the sight of my young daughter's not-so-pristine pussy showing the effects of� being stretched by the girth of my thick cock.� I dove in to eat her out.

No wonder my dick felt so hot, her pussy must have been 125^o F!� Like a greedy pig, I wallowed my face in her broiling sex.� Her taste seemed to be a bit off and then I realized that the kids had probably fucked earlier that day and Billy must have ejaculated inside her, not that that stopped me from gorging on her juices.

Having my fill for the moment, I flipped her over and then pushed her to the center of the bed.� I stuffed and pillow under her tummy, turning her nakedly gleaming buttocks up and outward.� Nuzzling up behind her, the head of my cock sought out the entrance to her vagina, and finding said entrance, penetrated until it met her cervix.� Holding her by the hips I began fucking her again.� Not as hard as before, but firmly and with full strokes.

Suddenly I became aware that Billy was still standing in the doorway watching. Without pausing I turned to him and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Sorry, Dad.� I didn't..."

"I don't care if you watch, son.� But why are you just standing there?"

"I, uh..."

"Get those pants off.� Hell, boy, take it all off and come over here and give your sister your dick to suck on while we fuck."

"Oh!� Yeah, sure, Dad!"

While Billy stripped, I returned my attention to the lovely buttocks I had in my hands.� Kelly always had a fine butt, one which I never grew tired of ogling, discretely, of course, but lecherously nonetheless.� I wasn't the only man who noticed her callipygian charms.� She'd always worn rather revealing bikinis to the water park and more often than not, I would see some man admiring her buttocks. I really didn't mind having her displayed like that, as other parents, both male and female, allowed their daughters to be similarly displayed to appreciative strangers.

I fucked her while she sucked her brother's cock, then I switched off with Billy.� By the time I had my cock back inside her pussy, now filled with her brother's cum, I was pretty worked up and unloaded in her too, whereupon the three of us collapsed in sweaty heap.�� When I got my senses about me, I began berating Billy for cumming in his sister's unprotected twat.

"But, Daddy," Kelly defended, "you shot off inside me too and it was a lot."

"Baby girl, I could fuck you bare back every day of the week for the next ten years and I plan to do just that.� I can come in buckets inside you and you would never get pregnant, at least by me.� After your mother died, I had a vasectomy.� I now only shoot blanks.� But Billy, Billy is a virile young buck.� If you're ready, he can very easily knock you up, if you've started having your period, which will happen very soon."

"What's a vasectomy?" my little girl asked.

"He's had his nuts snipped!" explained my impertinent son.� "Why did you do that, Dad?"

"Well, you see, Billy..." Should I tell them about Abby and me?� "I, uh..."

"No secrets, Dad!" Kelly chimed in.� "You said, there should be no secrets in this house when it comes to things that matter, and sex matters."

Damn it! Trapped by my own words... again! "Well, baby, you see, uh, Abby..."

"Aunt Abby?� What does Aunt Abby have to do with you getting your nuts snipped?" asked my not-so-quick-on-the-uptake son.

"What do you think, Dummy?" interjected my too-bright-for-her-age daughter.� "They're doing it!"��

�"Fucking? Cool!"

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