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 Title : Daddy's Little Girl

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   Synopsis : A teenaged girl becomes the "mother" of the family after her
mother dies.

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author.  This is a work of fiction.  You must be 18 or over to read this
story.  In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an
under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep
psychological damage.  This story is provided for entertainment purposes
only.  The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under
18 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This was originally
intended to be my Magnum Opus of incestual love, but after working on it
for weeks, I just wanted to get it done.  Sorry it's kind of hastily
written, there at the end.  This story is all made up.  Shit like this
don't happen, and when it does everybody from the DHS to the NSA gets in
the middle of it, usually to the detriment of all involved.



   --==+==-

   The day my momma died was the saddest day of my whole life.  I'm not
afraid to say that.  At the graveyard, we stayed until the bitter end,
until all the other people had left, and the guys were there to lower the
casket into the ground.  They didn't seem to want to do it while we were
there, but I felt like I needed to see it and that I needed to spend those
last few moments above ground with her.  Daddy finally came and pulled me
away, and we left.  I was all cried out by then, and I just lay on his lap
in the family car, my mind blank, all my emotions drained.

   That night I started crying again, and didn't stop until the next
morning.  Finally, I sat at the table, like a zombie, and Daddy fixed us
breakfast.  I ate, and promptly went to the bathroom and barfed, and didn't
eat again for two days.

   "Rachel, honey," Daddy finally said to me, on the third day, "I'm not
gettin' on to you.  But you need to get a grip.  Life goes on, darlin'. 
I'm as sad as you are, but I gotta go to work next week, and, like I said,
life goes on.  We will never forget, but we'll go on.  That's what she
would have wanted, right?"

   "Right, Daddy," I sobbed, and just let him hold me.  The only place left
in the world that I felt safe now was his arms.  But the shit the world
throws at you, that life could throw at you...  I knew nothing was safe,
anymore.  I knew even he could be taken away.  I didn't know if I'd ever
feel safe again.

   Linny and the boys tried to comfort me, and I appreciated it, at least,
although it didn't help much.  I finally made myself get up and clean up
and fixed lunch for us all.  After that I went through a mad period of
house-cleaning and picking up, just to keep my mind off things.  Off Momma.
That worked pretty good, though the kids got a little tired of me telling
them to put away their stuff.  Housekeeping had suffered the last few weeks
of Momma's life, and there was a lot to do.  I think Daddy appreciated it,
he told me more than once, and I guess it did him good to see me actually
doing something other than crying.

   That night, after we put the kids to bed, we sat in the kitchen and
talked.  He had coffee and I had a Sprite.

   "Rachel," he said, "thank you dear, thank you for all you did today.  It
did me good to see you busy.  You are a big help around here and I hate to
say it but you're gonna have to work harder than ever with your Momma
gone."

   "I know, Daddy..." I said, fighting back yet more tears.  He was right,
I thought to myself, basically, I was the woman of the house, now.  Well,
I'd been that, for the last year, as Momma got sicker and sicker.

   "Darlin'," he said, "just let me know, whatever I can do to help you. 
This might sound silly to say, but I give you complete authority over the
kids.  You are good with them, and I know you won't abuse it.  You know
what's best.  Just let me know if you feel overwhelmed, or if something's
going on I need to know about.  I trust you, girl...  I know we've put a
lot on your shoulders, this past year...  but there's gonna be even more."

   "I'll do my best, Daddy..." I said, sighing.  I'd kinda thought, without
thinking about it, that it'd all be over when she finally died.  That life
would eventually get back to normal, as normal as it could get without her.
I realized now that it wasn't going to happen that way.  Well, I guess I'll
deal with it, I thought.  I mean, what else could I do?  Throw a fit and go
back to being a little girl?

   He sighed, and looked into his coffee.

   "It hasn't really sunk in yet..." he finally said, and I nodded.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I keep waitin' to hear her, callin' for me."

   She'd spent her last days on a bed in the living room, dying a day at a
time.  We'd all got used to staying in there with her, the kids would watch
TV and I'd read, or sometimes read to her, as she lay there and the cancer
crept throughout her body.

   "Oh, Daddy," I finally said, and, yet again, the tears came.  He sat
back and I fell onto my knees, and sunk my head into his lap.  He lay his
hand on me, and let me cry.  After ten or so minutes I finally got up.

   "Okay, I'm through for now," I said.  "Daddy.  I'll do my best.  Don't,
please, don't ever be afraid to ask me or tell me anything.  I love you,
and I love the kids and I want us all to get through this.  Like you said,
it's what she would have wanted.

   "Thank you, Rachel," he said, standing, and hugging me.  We finally
pulled apart and after checking on the kids I went to bed.



   --==+==-

   The next few months flew by.  I was right, everything had changed,
without her there, without her being the center of our existence.  The kids
got back to a normal schedule, and so did I.  I guess I mean school, since
that's about the only schedule a kid has.  We had all missed two weeks,
when Momma died, and we had some catching up to do.  This was my senior
year, and I sure didn't want to have to do it again.  And, it took my mind
off things.

   When night came we got into the habit of clustering around Daddy's chair
in the living room, and we all told what had happened to us during the day
and discussed family things.  Even the boys seemed pretty open, and
sometimes, to my secret amusement, they told on themselves when they'd done
stuff they shouldn't.  I was usually easy on them when they did that and I
noticed even Daddy seemed amused when it happened.  Linny, bless her heart,
was as good as gold, as usual, and she was so big-hearted she didn't even
tell on the boys when she probably should have.  I just loved her to death.

   Linny.  There was a problem, starting.  I didn't really know what to do
about it.  That first night, after the funeral, after we'd all gone to bed,
I heard a noise, and my door opened.  Linny crept in, and, without a word,
crawled into my bed.  I wrapped my arms around her, and we both cried our
little hearts out, until I don't know when.  I woke up the next morning,
with her still in my arms.  And she'd done that every night since then.  I
didn't have the heart to make her leave, and there was something so
comforting about holding her in my arms...  I didn't want her to leave.  I
told myself, someday...  she'll have enough of it, someday.  I didn't
hardly see her doing it when she was sixteen or eighteen.  I hadn't even
told Daddy, that was how little a problem it was to me.  I knew she'd have
to heal, as we all would.  Let her do it her own way.  It was a problem but
not a big one.

   The boys seemed just fine.  Alvin got a little weepy at times, but
Anthony seemed made of stone.  I knew boys were like that, and I accepted
it.  They, like Linny, would heal, over time in their own fashion.

   Me?  I didn't know if I'd ever heal.  There was an empty spot in my
heart.  I think...  and I know it sounds silly...  but I think I'd lost my
innocence.  I no longer trusted life.  I'd been burned and all I could
think about at times was how not to be burned again.  But, I knew, as long
as there were people in the world I loved, I knew it could happen again.

   Momma and Daddy had a storybook love affair and a storybook marriage. 
There were no two people in the world more suited for each other than they
were.  It was obvious, if you knew anything about them.  He was the only
person she'd ever dated, and she was just the third one he'd ever dated. 
They met in grade school, and knew each other most of their lives.  A few
days after high school was out, against both sets of parent's wishes,
they'd gone to the courthouse and married.  Within a year, I was born.  And
it just seemed to get better and better for them.  They were the most
completely compatible people I knew and would ever know.  They were made
for each other.  The tragedy of her sickness and death was compounded when
he was left behind.  The cruelty of it was shocking and still takes my
breath away.

   I'd spent two years, since her diagnosis, begging, arguing, pleading and
bargaining with God.  And, in the end, she died.  Something inside of me
died, that day, and I wasn't sure it would ever be reborn.  My parents
weren't the most religious people in the world, they were probably what the
church called lukewarm.  They went to church, I think, for us kid's sake.
The church helped us a lot, especially there at the end, and I'll always be
grateful for that...  but I'm grateful to specific people, not really the
church as a whole.  I don't know if I'll ever go to church, again.  Of all
the hurts that the end brought, that betrayal was just one more of many. 
Enough said 'bout that.



   --==+==-

   It took me a while to realize the subtle changes that Daddy was
undergoing.  It took a while to see.  After a few months, I felt like I was
getting back on my emotional feet, so to speak, and without thinking about
it I expected him too, also.  He appeared to be himself, outwardly...  he
was warm and tender towards me and the kids, and he laughed at the boy's
corny jokes and all that...  just like the old Daddy...  but I sensed a
deep core of sadness within him.  I understood...  I mean, what he'd gone
through...  the love of his life had shriveled up and died, almost in his
arms...  the one person that understood him best of all was gone,
irrevocably...  I understood.  I sympathized.  I noticed, though, and after
six months or so, I thought about it.  At some point, I hoped he'd get over
it.  He needed to.  He needed to move on with his life.

   There, on that point, I had a problem, though.  I thought to myself,
what if his getting on with his life involves another woman?  I wasn't sure
if I was ready for that or not...  I mean, I know he's a man, with a man's
needs and desires...  but to bring somebody into our lives, an outsider?  I
stopped my plans to speak to him, to encourage him, not wanting him to
think I wanted that.  It's selfish of me, I know, but I felt like I needed
time to wrap my mind around that idea.  At this point...  I just wasn't
ready, yet.

   The closer we got to a year, the sadder he became.  Finally, it was
noticeable to the kids.  Linny, one night, as she lay in my bed in my arms,
said something to me about it.

   "Rache...  do you think Daddy will ever be happy again?"

   My god, I thought.  It's so bad she noticed?  She's only eleven.  And
it's that obvious?  I started to wonder about his condition, his mental
health.  I knew people could just curl up and die from depression, we'd
watched from a distance as Momma's brother did that, due to bad choices and
a long history of drug abuse.  Finally he just died...  they never figured
out why...  Momma said once that he died of a broken heart, and I
understand that now, after what we went through losing her.  I can see how
that might happen.

   Something has to happen, I thought.  Somehow, we gotta do something for
him.  We gotta shake him up a little, wake him up a little.  I remembered
that little speech he'd given me a few nights after Momma had died.  Was I
gonna have to do that with him?  For him?

   "I dunno, Lin..." I said, sighing.  "What he's been through...  you can
kinda understand it...  I dunno..."

   "Yeah," she said.  "I wish...  I wish there was somethin' we could do
for him.  To let him know...  we want the old him back..."

   "Yeah," I said, and at that point, at that tiny split-microsecond moment
in time, the idea was born.  I drew in a convulsive breath, at the shocking
intensity of it.  And just the sheer shockingness of it.  I knew what had
to be done.  I knew the answer.  And it was me, me that had to do it.



   --==+==-

   We had gotten into the habit, my Dad and I, of sitting in the kitchen
for a few minutes, or even hours, at times, after I'd put the kids to bed.
We talked, usually not seriously, about the household, the kids, and just
how things were going in general.  Lately I had been bringing up more and
more my willingness to find a job, now that I was out of school.  Daddy
pooh-poohed that idea, he said it was more important for me to stay here,
for the kid's sake, at least for the rest of the summer.  His job was
plenty enough to support us, for now.  Maybe I could find something
part-time, when the kids went back to school.  I agreed, and he was right.
I needed to stay home and watch the kids this summer.

   Anyway, we sat there and talked and sometimes we were silent.  We seemed
to enjoy each other's company, although, it seemed more and more obvious to
me that he was evolving into something else, something new.  Something sad
and kinda morose.  Something I hated to see happening, in front of me.  It
was almost like he was dying, like Momma, a little bit at a time.  He was
turning into something hard and cold and not quite human, nothing like the
old him.  I mean, that sounds bad, and I don't mean it like that, he was
never cold and inhuman to us kids...  but his personality was taking on
that tinge, that cast.  I hated to see it.

   "Daddy," I finally said, one night, as we sat and sipped and talked. 
"Daddy, you said this to me once, and it was true.  I think I need to say
it to you...  and forgive me if you think it's presumptuous...  but... 
Momma's gone...  you need to get over her.  Don't forget her, but move on
with your life..."

   I almost didn't want to add that part, but I finally thought, if that's
what it takes, if that's what he needs...  somebody...  so be it.  I
confronted once again the idea that had possessed more and more of my
thoughts...  I thought to myself again...  he's a man, with a man's
desires...  this is not natural, what he's doing, now...

   He just stared at me.  The clock clicked off the seconds.  I met his
gaze, not daring to blink.  The longer it went, the more I thought... 
damn...  I screwed up...  I went to far...

   His eye twitched, and I was horrified to see a fat tear well up, and
slither down his cheek.  I made my Daddy cry, I thought, what a heartless
bitch I am.  My god, what a bitch.

   "Rachel," he finally said.  "Is it that noticeable?" His voice was
steady, at least.

   "Yeah...  Daddy...  don't hate me..." I said, and I felt tears well up
in my eyes.  Dammit.

   He held his arms open, and I flew into them.  I did cry then, big time.
The last few months of bitterness and loneliness just overwhelmed me.  I
missed my Momma.

   He just held me, and, once again, I felt like a little girl.  He could
still do that for me, at least.  I felt something on the top of my head,
and realized he was crying, too.  I could feel his tears on me.  I just
laid there, and bawled.

   Finally, after twenty minutes or so, I stood up, and sat back down in my
chair.  I took a paper towel and blew my nose, and finally had the nerve to
meet his eyes.

   "Rachel, honey," he said, "I'm sorry...  I know it hasn't been easy on
you, and I'm sorry if I've caused you any worry or grief.  It's been hard
on me, but I know it's been harder on you, trapped here in this house with
memories of her everywhere.  I'm sorry, darlin', I'm sorry."

   I nodded, sniffing.  "Daddy," I said.  "We just want the old you back.
That's all."

   "Rache, honey...  that person doesn't exist, anymore.  I'll try, I'll
try my damnedest...  but he'd gone, as gone as your Momma is...  I'm
sorry..."

   I'm surprised, in retrospect, that he'd say something like that, but I
understood.  I knew he was right.  And, I knew he'd try.  I nodded.

   "Thank you, Daddy," I finally said, and he stood up, approached me, and
kissed me on the cheek.  He got some more coffee, and sat back down.

   "Rache...  I'm not the only one that needs to get on with their life...
when's the last time you went out, darlin'?" he said, and I snorted.

   "Daddy, that's not important..." he interrupted me.  "You can't get on
to me, and then say that.  You still got friends, right?  Get out and see
them, your momma's car is yours, now.  You have Friday and Saturday night
off, and hell, even Sunday.  I'll watch the kids.  Get out, and have a good
time.  You're seventeen, almost eighteen...  you're still a kid.  Act like
it every now and then."

   I laughed.  I could see what he was saying, and why he'd think that...
but what he said, I had no desire to do.  I had a few girlfriends, true...
and I kept in touch with them by phone and text...  but to go out, like he
meant?  Possibly with guys?  No desire.  That part of me had died, too.

   "Okay," I said, just to keep the peace, and maybe keep him from worrying
about me.  "Deal.  You and me both, deal?"

   "Yeah," he said, looking at me and nodding.  "Yeah."



   --==+==-

   The idea had been hatched, though, and was growing.  I stayed up late
that night, after Linny had come to me, I laid there and held her, my mind
churning.  I thought of a million reasons to just forget about it.  And
just one or two to go for it.  But it suddenly seemed important to me... 
and for some reason, because of the way he'd talked tonight...  for some
reason it seemed possible, it seemed within reach.  I asked myself,
though...  am I doing this for him, or for me?  I wanted it to be for him,
first and foremost...  but...  there was something there, for me, too.  I
love my Daddy very much.  I want to see him happy again.  I want that cold
dead core to be gone from inside of him.  Could I do that?  Could I do that
for him?  I knew I would try, but could I?

   And love?  What did I know about love?  Absolutely nothin'.  Except the
love I'd felt for my Momma, and my Daddy...  I'd never had a real
boyfriend, I'd never kissed in the back seat of a car, or had my cherry
popped out at the lake like most of my friends...  the realities of the
last two years had precluded all that.  I hadn't had the time, or the
inclination.  And that was lost time I didn't feel like making up...  not
yet, at least.

   I made up my mind, that night, laying and listening to the soft even
breathing of my sleeping sister...  I made up my mind to try.  To give it
my best shot.  I realized it was almost do or die, though.  The stakes were
high.  I could ruin that closeness I felt with him.  I could seen him
reeling away into the darkness of deep depression, maybe even death itself.


   If I could, though...  would there be enough there, for me?  Yes, I knew
that answer.  I think it would.  I really, deeply think there would be.  I
could be happy.  I thought, that night, that it would cement our little
group even closer together.  Much moreso than bringing in an...  outsider.
I can do this, I tried to tell myself, I tried to convince myself.  I can
do this for him.  For him and for me.  I finally nodded off to sleep,
happy, for the first time in a long time.



   --==+==-

   My plan was a long-range, low-key, take-your-time, get-beneath-his-skin
type of thing.  I planned for weeks, and slowly put the first stages in
progress.  My family is pretty close, and pretty physical.  But, as I had
grown up, the last few years especially, I'd noticed my Daddy didn't touch
me like he used to.  Well, part of that's understandable, I'm no giant, but
I'm a little large to sit on his lap like I used to.  But, even before this
whole goddam cancer thing came up, I'd noticed...  he was kinda "hands off"
with me, not like he used to be.  The first thing, I thought, the first
thing is to get back on that level with him.  Give him a chance, give him a
taste of that.  Of me.

   One night maybe a week later, as we sat in the living room and talked, I
just got up and went over to him, and crawled into his lap.  He seemed
surprised, shocked almost, but he stood it well.  I'm sure it was a little
uncomfortable, he's no giant, and he's pretty slim and bony.  I enjoyed it,
though, the feeling of him beneath me, and I hope he enjoyed it, a little.
I didn't plan on doing it a lot, not every night, just every now and then,
to get him used to me.  To get him used to the feeling of me.





   --==+==-

   Out of the blue, one night, the craziest thing happened.  I was feelin'
kinda funny that night, I sat on Daddy's lap, again...  and something funny
happened there too.  Something kinda sexy, when I thought about it.  As I
sat there, and wiggled around and talked to him, I became aware of...  a
lump.  A hard lump, in his pants.  Shee-it, I thought.  He's having a
boner. I'd done that once before, long ago, to a boy I liked in school, I'd
sat in his lap, and felt his...  his erection, beneath me.  It was double
sexy to do it, and know it was my daddy.  I mean, I know that can happen
just from the pressure of something in a guy's lap...  and I wondered if
that's what it was, with my dad...  or...  was he just a little turned on,
having me in his lap?  Oh my god it turned me on to think about things like
that, and I told myself finally we are gettin' somewhere.  A positive sign,
at last.  I wiggled and squirmed a bit more, and finally he carefully set
me in the floor, and went into the kitchen.  I giggled to myself, feeling
sexy, feeling like I had proved something that night.

   After I went to bed, and after Linny had crawled in bed, I lay there for
a long time, thinking.  I was, I admit, turned on sexually.  I'm not the
most sexual person in the world...  I play around, at times...  but the
events of the evening really fired me up this time.  My hand wandered down,
past the hem of my nightgown, and I slowly pulled my panties down, and
spread my legs.  I'd learned to masturbate years ago, and it's something I
did every few nights, at least...  but this time I was really turned on. 
My...  my pussy was wet, way before I ever touched it.  I finally rubbed
and stroked my clit, feeling my legs tighten up, knowing what was next. 
Damn, sometimes it feels so good just to be a girl.  I wonder still if guys
can get the same intensity from their weenies...  selfishly, I almost hoped
not.  There's got to be some advantage to being a girl.

   I was almost there, I had almost came, when suddenly Linny sat up in the
bed.  My heart sank and pounded at the same time, but it was way too late.
I was caught, big time.  I scrambled to get the sheet up, and hide myself.

   "Rache...  what are you doin?" she said, and I could tell she was almost
laughing.  Shit, I thought.  Shit.  Caught strokin' it by my little sister.

   "Linny, just lay down and go to sleep.  Forget it," I said, disgusted
with myself, and unfairly, even with her a little bit.  The little sneak.
You better watch it, missy, I thought, or you're going back to your bed
pretty damn quick.

   "Rache...  I know what you were doin'..." she was giggling pretty good,
now.  "I do it to...  I love it, it feels great..."

   Oh my god, I thought, confession time.  "I do not want to hear your
confessions," I hissed, still angry.

   "Come on," she said, pulling her nightgown up.  "Come on, let's do it."

   To my shocked amazement, she pulled her panties down, and in the dim
light I could see her hairless little mound.  A stab of pure sexiness went
through my vagina, to my horror.

   "Linny..." I whispered, my voice almost cracking.  "We can't do this...
it's not...  proper..."

   She giggled some more.  "Everybody does it," she said.  "Virginia and
Chelsea both do it.  Chelsea said she even seen her momma doin' it once."

   "Maybe everybody does it," I said, "but they do it privately." I
watched, in growing consternation as she fumbled around down at her crotch
with her fingers.  She finally placed her index finger on what was probably
her clit, and began wiggling it around.

   "Linny," I said, "Stop that!  Go to sleep!"

   "Come on, Rachel," she whispered, laughter in her voice, "let's have a
little fun together."

   "Linny...  for gosh sakes..." I said, frustrated.  I mean, I can't do
that...  that's silly, to masturbate with my little sister?  How wrong is
that?  Then I remembered what I was planning with my daddy.  Like that's
right?  I asked myself.  I sighed.  And I had so looked forward to it
tonight.

   I heard Linny sigh and hiccup next to me.  I could feel the motion of
her arm as she pounded her clit.

   "Linny..." I said.  "You are too much, girl..." She giggled some more.
Damn, I thought, she's good at this shit.  She just went and went.  I felt
her leg twitch, and jerk.  She's gonna do it, I thought...  she's gonna
cum, here in my bed.

   With no knowledge or sanction from my mind my right hand had somehow
crept to my own pussy and I felt my finger touch my clit.  Shit, I thought,
how did that happen?  I didn't stop it, though, and soon I was stroking
just like she was.  Once again I felt that familiar tightness in the backs
of my legs.  Oh, god, I thought...  if you do exist, forgive me for this,
of all things.  I didn't feel like masturbating was a sin, not really, I
mean...  it's just something we humans do.  It's part of being human.  But
masturbating with your little sister?  That was probably pushing the
envelope a bit.  Well, shit, I thought.  Damn, though...  it felt good...
it felt good and sexy, and kinda naughty...  I felt like I should be
ashamed of myself but I really wasn't.  If this helps her, I thought,
twisting things to suit my wishes, if this helps her, I'll do it.  I'll
share a little pleasure with her.

   She came hard, shocking and surprising me.  I actually stopped and sat
up a little, watching her.  Her body shook and twitched, and her legs
jerked.  She gasped for breath, and hiccuped.  Damn, I thought enviously...
she had a good one.

   She finally opened her eyes, and weakly stared up at me, smiling.

   "Damn, girl," I said softly, "that looked intense."

   "It was fuckin' intense," she agreed, managing to shock me yet again.  I
almost squealed in horror.

   "Linny!" I said, whispering loudly, "where'd you learn to talk like
that! You watch your mouth!"

   She giggled at me.  "It's okay to talk dirty, when you're doin' sex
stuff.  Virginia hears her mom say all kinds of shit when her mom and dad
are doin' it." she said.  I was double shocked.  We were doing sex stuff? I
guess we were, I thought, as I lay there, my legs spread, my naked pussy
exposed, my hand in the middle of it.  Shit!  How the fuck had it gotten to
this point?  And there!  She had started me cussing!

   I rolled over and covered her body with mine.  "You little sexpot!" I
whispered.  "I hope you enjoyed that, that was was the first and last time!
You are sleepin' in your own bed tomorrow night!  You are corruptin' me!"

   She giggled, and I felt her face right in mine.  To my absolute shock,
she pressed her face to mine, her little lips right on my big ones.  As she
held the kiss, I tried to move back, but she moved with me.  My god, I
thought, I'm kissing my little sister.  I halfway expected to feel her
tongue, and no more that I'd thought it, I felt her little tongue on my
lips.  Holy goddam fuckin' shit in a wheelbarrow, I thought.

   I finally got away from her, and rolled back to my side of the bed.  I
looked at her.  She was almost panting for breath, and she had the funniest
look on her face.  I have no idea how to describe it, but it was not
typical.

   "Linny...  girl..." I said, gasping a little myself.  "This has gone far
enough.  We need to stop, right now.  We are sisters...  we love each
other, but it's a little different kind of love..."

   "Rache..." she said, her face in mine, still breathing heavy.  "Rache...
are you gonna...  are you gonna marry Daddy?"

   Well holy goddam fucking shit, I thought again.  Where the fuck did that
come from?  How could she tell?  Did she just guess?  Was it that obvious?
Had I said or did something that told her of my plans?  Where the holy fuck
did that come from?

   "Linny..." I had no idea what to say.  I felt tears, of all things,
start to drip from my eyes.  I looked at her, and saw she was crying, too.

   "Darlin'" I said, hugging her against me.  I just held her, and we both
cried.  I rolled, and pulled her on top of me.  Maybe ten minutes later we
both dried up, and she lay there on top of me, snuffling and hiccuping.

   "Darlin'..." I tried again.  With no direction from my brain, my mouth
said shit that I never dreamed I'd say out loud.

   "Darlin', I'm kinda tryin' to see if that's a possibility.  I love Daddy
very much, and I think we'd make a good couple.  I think I'd be a lot like
Momma to him.  And I think it'd be good for the family.  I think it'd make
us all closer."

   "You think you can do that?" she said, her little voice weak and far
away.  "You think you can be the momma?"

   "I kinda am already, in case you haven't noticed," I said.  Although...
a stab of guilt did go through me...  mothers did not masturbate with their
children...

   "Baby..." I whispered in her ear, smelling her delicate scent in my
nostrils.  "Baby, don't say anything about it...  but I'm gonna try...  I'm
gonna give it my best shot..."

   "I won't," she said, putting her face in the crease of my neck.  We just
lay there for the longest, bottomless, our nightgowns pulled up to our
stomachs, and I held her.  After a while I realized she was asleep.  Damn,
I thought, I didn't get to cum tonight.  I laughed silently to myself. 
Maybe next time.  Somehow, I knew there'd be a next time.  I actually had
no real inclination to send her back to her bed tomorrow night.  I kinda
looked forward to tomorrow night, matter of fact.  I sighed, and finally
closed my eyes, and at some point I went to sleep, too.



   --==+==-

   Linny couldn't stop giggling that next morning, at the breakfast table.
She giggled so much Daddy finally said, "What?" and she really giggled
then. Lord, I thought, let her keep her mouth shut, please.  She did.

   He went off to work, and the boys disappeared on their bikes, and we sat
in the living room.

   "What you gonna do, now?" she finally said, I knew what she was asking.
What was I gonna do about Daddy.

   "I dunno," I replied.  "I'm taking this slow and easy.  I'm tryin' to
get him used to me, now.  Kinda tryin' to make him think of me...  sexy
like..."

   "Oh, Rache," she said, "You shouldn't have a problem with that.  You are
sexy.  He should see that right away."

   I laughed.  I dunno about sexy...  but I knew I looked nice, I was young
and firm and in good shape...  I had nice boobs and a nicer butt...  I knew
I looked pretty good, although it's hard to judge about yourself.

   "Well," I said, "like I said, slow and easy.  I don't wanna scare him
off."

   "You want me to say somethin' to him?  Like maybe what a good momma
you'd make, for me and the boys?"

   "Shit, no!" I said.  "This is my deal, not yours.  Please, don't say or
do anything."

   She looked a little offended at that, but she nodded in agreement.  I
wondered again at the wisdom of bringing her into my confidence.  If I had
it to do over again, I would probably keep my mouth shut about my plans. 
She was just a kid, after all.  Yeah, I thought, a kid I've spanked it
with.

   The day passed.  The boys stayed out until evening, which was just fine
with me.  They could take care of themselves.  Long after Daddy got home
from work they finally showed up, and we had dinner.  I put things away,
and we all settled in the living room.

   Linny, as I asked her, didn't say or do anything to give away my plans.
I was pleased with her.  And I was both excited and abashed when I thought
of the things we might do that night...  after we went to bed...



   --==+==-

   That night was a little different.  For starters, we didn't go through
the pretense of her going to bed in her room, and then coming to mine. 
When we all went to bed, she just followed me into my room.  I laughed and
shook my head.  We brushed our teeth, and then, as natural as could be, she
stripped her shirt, jeans and panties off, and crawled in bed.

   That was all I needed.  I realized at that point how badly I wanted
this, how badly I wanted something to happen.  All the tensions and
frustrations of the last two years just boiled to the surface.  I wanted
this, I wanted to lose myself in this, in something that just simply felt
good.  Like I said earlier, I probably masturbated every two or three
days...  now, I realized, I wanted it every day.  Every day, for hours.  I
wanted something that felt good, dammit, after all the pain.  I wanted to
cum and cum and cum.

   I yanked my jeans off, dropped my panties, and threw my shirt in the
floor.  She just lay there, giggling up at me.  I yanked the sheets down
and crawled in, and crawled over right on top of her.  I could tell she was
a little surprised, and I plastered my face in hers, my lips against hers.
She got over her surprise real quick, and we kissed, beautifully.  Her
little lips felt sexier than shit inside mine.  That quick, I felt her
tongue touch my lips, and within moments my tongue was in her mouth.  She
tasted like toothpaste, and I never realized before how sexy somebody
else's toothpaste tastes.  Well, of course I had no idea...  I'd never
kissed anybody else before after they'd brushed their teeth.

   Why am I doing this?  I asked myself, when I had time to think.  Am I
just that...  horny?  Is this some kind of silly backlash, over the last
two years?  Am I...  whisper it...  am I gay?  No, not that one...  I had
no real fear, about that...  and, I thought, if I am, kinda, so what, I'll
still love Daddy.  Daddy precluded male and female to me, it didn't matter,
with him.  But this sweet little girl...  I was almost taken over by
something, as I kissed her, and wrapped my arms around her.  Something was
inside my head that was making me crazy, crazy for her.  Her tastes were
sweeter than honey to me.  The feel of her, in my arms, was incredible.  I
felt an almost uncomfortable wetness, from...  down here.  My pussy.  Damn,
I thought.  I am hornier than fuck.  And I'm horny for a little eleven year
old girl.  Shit fuck.  What is wrong with me?

   I pulled back from her and ran my hands down her body, over her smooth
flat chest.  She was so sexy to me, with her flat little chest and her
puffy nipples, I almost cried.  Her crotch was grinding into my chest, my
tits, and goddam...  it felt sexy.  I scooted down a little further, and
stared at her little pussy.  It was so cute.  Damn.  I felt my mouth
watering.  Oh no, I thought...  I know what's next.  I was powerless to
stop myself.

   The first taste of her was incredible.  I've tasted pussy before, mine.
I've played with myself, and licked and sniffed my fingers.  But this was
incredible, off the charts.  I pressed my face into her and licked.  She
jerked and said, "Uh!" as I smashed her little clit with my tongue.  Cum,
baby, I thought.  Let me give you a nice cum.

   My hands were wrapped around her thighs.  Her knees were up in the air,
and her feet beside my waist.  Her legs alone felt sexier than shit, to
feel in my arms.  I just squeezed her to me.  I was getting crazier and
crazier.  I felt it from her, too, almost a frenzy.

   I pressed my face deeper and deeper into her pussy.  All I could smell
was her, at this point.  My nose was barely an inch from her clit, as my
tongue rubbed and pounded on it.  She jerked and twitched beneath me.  I
knew she was fixing to cum, I felt it.

   And cum she did, pounding the mattress with her feet, her back arching,
her whole body trembling and shaking.  She moaned so loud I thought, shit,
Daddy will think one of us is sick or something.  I had a hard time not
giggling, though.  It was great fun to just lay there and feel her cum
beneath me, I knew I was giving her that pleasure, I knew I was doing
something special for her.  And at age eleven, no less...  I had a thought,
I wondered what she was going to be like, as she grew up, after this...  I
knew we were gonna do this again, and again.  I even had a sad little
thought about what she'd do, when I moved into Daddy's bed...  I'd have to
make time for her, special time...  after this, there's no way she'd just
go back to being a little girl.  No way I would, either.

   She finally settled down, and I just held her at last, scooting up and
kissing her.  She giggled.

   "I can taste me on you," she whispered, and we both giggled.  "You
tasted good, darling," I whispered back, kissing her again.  She sighed and
laid there for a while, her eyes closed.  I wondered if she was going to go
to sleep.

   "Rache...  lemme do that...  lemme do that, to you..." she whispered,
her eyes opening, and I sighed.  Would I?  Would I let my eleven year old
sister eat my pussy out?  Would I cum like a motherfucker while she did it?
Hell yeah, I told myself.  She scooted down, and down and down, and I
spread my legs as far apart as I could.  Her tongue touched me, down there,
right on my clit.  Right on the center of my soul.



   --==+==-

   Somehow, we managed to actually get a little sleep that night.  I had
cum like crazy as she licked me, the best cum of my life, bar none.  It was
incredible.  Her little tongue was so skillful, I couldn't believe she'd
never done this before.  She was a master at it.  I held her afterwards,
and whispered silly things to her, and she giggled and sighed and put her
face into my shoulder, and we finally went to sleep.

   The next morning at breakfast she giggled again, like a little madwoman,
so much that Daddy finally stopped and looked at her.  She sobered up, I
was giving her a glare too, and we got through it.  I talked to her, later,
after Daddy and the boys had left, and we reached an understanding, I
think. She promised to be a little more careful, and I felt relieved.  Are
we gonna do that again?  she asked, and I nodded.  Yeah, I said, prolly
ever goddam night, my little love puppet.  She giggled.

   I worked on Daddy a little that night, I wore some sexy shorts that my
friend Donice had given me, something that was about half thong in back. 
It took a lot of nerve, but he didn't say anything, and after we went to
bed Linny told me that every time I got up he stared at my butt.  Good, I
thought.  Let it be.  Let it happen.  I even sat in his lap a few minutes,
but once again he got up, and put me in the floor.  That's alright, baby
steps, I thought.  Baby steps.

   We talked in the kitchen, after we'd put the kids to bed, and I finally
sank to my knees and put my head in his lap, and he stroked my hair and
rubbed my head and talked to me.  I didn't cry or anything, but it just
felt good just to sit there and feel him touch me.

   "Rachel..." he said, and I nodded.

   "Is everything okay?  You keepin' up with things?"

   "Yeah," I said, "I think so, Daddy...  although I can't keep up with the
boys that well...  they spend most of the day out doin' stuff..."

   "Yeah...  that's okay, I guess they're stayin' outta trouble, or we'd
hear about it..."

   "Yeah," I said.  "And Linny's...  just bein' Linny, good as gold."

   "Yeah," he said.  "Good."

   I sighed, and laid there, on his lap.  I examined my feelings, yet
again. Yes, I still loved him.  Yes, I still wanted to be loved by him. 
Yes, I still wanted to take Momma's place in his life.  I wanted to do with
him what I'd done with Linny last night...  I wanted to be loved by him. 
It was still all there, and still strong.

   "Daddy..." I said, breathing into his lap.

   "Yes, darling," he said, slowly.

   "Daddy, I love you.  I love you so much.  I never want to be away from
you.  I just want to live here, with you and the kids, the rest of my
life."

   He laughed gently.

   "Yeah, darlin'," he said.  "I know what you mean..."

   "Daddy..." I said, climbing up into my chair.  I stared at him,
intensely, I thought.  I tried to burn a hole right through him.

   "Daddy, I want to be everything for you.  I want to be all you need.  I
wanna take Momma's place...  I love you, and I want you to be happy...  let
me make you happy..." I didn't really say everything, I didn't say anything
about sex or sleepin' with him, of course...  I wanted him to wonder, I
wanted him to have the idea later, and wonder.  This is enough, I thought,
to start the ball rolling.

   "Darlin'," he said, again slowly.  I could tell he was thinking. 
"Darlin'...  I appreciate that...  and I love you too.  I love the three of
you more than I can say...  and you do a good job, of takin' Momma's
place...  I'd never make it without you.  But, baby...  you gotta have a
life, some kinda life...  don't make us your focus...  get out a little...
you're at that age...  you need to mix a little, you need friends and even
boyfriends...  you'll still be all I need, even if you do that.  Don't hold
back, darlin', because of me."

   "Daddy..." I leaned towards him.  "I don't need any of that.  You're all
I need, you and the kids.  Let me love you, Daddy...  let me be all that
you need..."

   I figured that was enough.  I figured that would give him plenty to
think about...  to wonder if I'd really meant it.  I kissed him quickly on
the cheek, leaving him, I hoped, a little puzzled, and went to bed.



   --==+==-

   Linny was waiting impatiently for me.  I stripped, and crawled on top of
her.  I grabbed her right hand and sniffed it, and sure enough I smelled
pussy on it.

   "You little minx," I whispered, "you started without me!" she giggled,
and plastered her lips against mine.  The next hour was just wild, we
kissed and licked and stroked and before it was over I even turned her over
and licked her sweet little asshole, causing her to have a massive fit of
the giggles.  We just consumed each other, we ate each other up.  I
wondered, in the middle of it, where all this was coming from.  Why was I
so crazy for this?  And why was she, at only age eleven?  When I was
eleven, sex was the furthest thing from my mind.  I didn't know the
slightest about this shit, this shit that she seemed to do naturally, with
no inhibitions or reservations.  What the fuck was going on?  I wondered to
myself.  But I loved it.  I loved her passionately, and I had a thought...
if it don't work out with Daddy, I'll have her, at least.  I wondered if
we'd still be doing this shit when she was twenty one.  Even if I get
Daddy, I thought, I'll still want this, I'll still want to taste her
sweetness, every chance I get.  I loved her passionately, and dearly. 
After all, she was my sister.  I knew her almost as well as I knew myself.
She'd surprised me with this shit, with her desire, but I loved her all the
more for it.

   We finally managed to get enough of each other, and went to sleep.  She
sure wasn't getting her eight hours, since we'd started this shit.  Hell,
she was taking a nap in the afternoon, just because we fucked the night
away.  I giggled, sighed, and went to sleep.



   --==+==-

   A month went by.  Daddy didn't say anything about the shit I'd said to
him that night.  I wondered if it had really sunk in, the double meaning of
what I'd said.  I decided to just give him some time, and to my
disappointment, nothing happened.  I still crawled up on his lap every
chance I got, and I pushed the limits of decent dress with some of the
things I wore around the house.  He never said a word, but I swear I could
feel his eyes on me, at times.  Linny, my little spy, reported that he did
seem to watch me, when I was turned away from him, and I did that more and
more, to give him a chance to look.  Sometimes it made my pussy wet, to
think that I was showing off for him, and to feel his eyes on me.

   Linny.  There was my only real problem.  I loved the things we did, but
I didn't see how it could just keep going on and going on.  We were just
crazy, one Saturday morning we got up, and I locked the door and we crowded
in my little bathroom and took a shower together.  The feeling of her wet
skin under my hands as the hot water beat on my back was incredible.  I lay
in the floor of the shower and she peed on me, I know that sounds nasty but
it was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life.  Well, I
haven't had any sexual experiences, other than the shit I've done with her.
But the feeling of her hot urine spraying in my face and running down my
tits was incredible, and I frigged myself into a massive orgasm, giving her
yet another fit of the giggles.

   I began to wonder if Daddy could turn me on as much as she was, and that
did worry me slightly.  I still had no fear that I was gay, I felt nothing
for any other girl, only her.  And I don't think it would have mattered if
she was male or female.  I loved her, not her sex.  That may not make
sense, but that's the way I thought of it.  Anyway, like I said...  I just
wondered where this was going...  I hoped she wouldn't hate me later, for
the things we did...  I hoped she'd remember it was pretty mutual,
although...  I was the adult.  Did this make me a child molester?  I
thought to myself.  She'd just a kid...  I should know better...  but she
seemed to want it as bad as I did.  Maybe worse.  We hadn't missed a single
night since we'd started.  I wondered if I'd ever be free of her...  but I
didn't want to be.  I loved her and enjoyed the things we did.



   --==+==-

   One night as I lay in Linny's arms, exhausted after a long love-making
session, she whispered something into my ear that started yet another
intrusion into my time and energy, although it was something that I
enjoyed.

   "Rache," she said, her breath hot and sexy in my ear, "Anthony likes
you. He said you looked sexier than shit the other night.  He said he
wants...  he wants to do you..."

   I gulped, and snorted in surprise.  Anthony?  My brother?  Good god,
what was wrong with this family?  I was fucking my little sister, working
on fucking my dad, and now my little brother wanted to fuck me?  What the
fuck?

   "Linny," I said, "did you actually hear him say that?"

   "Alvin told me," she said hesitantly.  Well, shit, I thought.  What
should I do with this knowledge?  Should I get onto him for cussing?  The
way Linny and I talked when alone, that hardly seemed fair.  He wanted to
"do" me?  That only meant one thing.  He couldn't "do" me, only Daddy could
"do" me.  I had a thought, though...  I could give him a little something,
like I was giving Linny...  I could help him through these...  difficult
teenage years...  I could make him happy, without actually letting him "do"
me.  Would I?  I would have to think on that one.



   --==+==-

   The next day, I tested Anthony by not wearing a bra.  I know I have
pretty nice tits, several of my girlfriends have told me...  and I got
eyes, I can see.  I just wore one of Daddy's white t-shirts, and you could
almost see my nipples through it.  They sure poked out, at least.  And the
straps came way down, and showed a lot of my cleavage.  I almost felt
slutty, but, at the same time, I felt sexier than shit.

   Both the boys were ga-ga over me, I realized, as I watched them out of
the corner of my eye.  And they didn't do their usual thing of jumping on
their bikes and taking off for who knows where.  They stayed around the
house.  Around me, I realized.  Even Linny noticed, and rolled her eyes at
me, and we giggled silently.  Boys.  Show 'em a nice pair of tits, and they
were lost.

   Lunchtime finally rolled around, and the boys were still home.  It was
unusual to fix for four, but I managed.  After I cleaned up, I went to my
room, and started up my laptop.  I heard a noise and turned.  It was
Anthony.  How predictable, I thought, laughing silently.

   He didn't seem to know why he was here.  He hmmm'd around a little, and
finally sat on my bed and stared at the floor, flicking glances at me every
now and then.  I actually felt sorry for him.  I finally sat down beside
him, and we talked, small talk, about stuff that had happened recently.  He
was truly devouring me with his eyes, I realized, as we talked.

   "Anthony," I finally said.  "Close the door, and lock it."

   He gulped, and looked positively scared.  I wondered if he was going to
run out the door.  He finally stood, and did as I asked.  He stood there,
his arms loosely at his side, and stared at me, hungrily.

   "Anthony," I said again.  I just felt naughty.  I felt nasty naughty,
that day.  I'd torn poor Linny a new one, almost, last night...  and here,
maybe twelve hours later, I was hornier than shit, again.  Crazy.

   "Anthony," I said.  "Is this what you want?" I grabbed the hem of my
t-shirt, and yanked it over my head, and tossed it in the floor.  He just
sat there, his mouth open, and stared.  I ruined the moment by giggling.

   "Blug..." he finally managed, and I giggled again.

   "You may touch," I said, and after a few moments he slowly moved towards
me.  He reached a trembling hand out, and softly touched my nipple.

   "Harder," I said, "grab them and squeeze!"

   He did, and it felt good.  About that time he gasped and jerked and
twitched.  What?  I thought, wondering what had happened.  I looked down at
the lump in his shorts, and saw a circular wetness that almost seemed to
grow in size.  My god, I thought, he creamed himself.  Just from touching
my tits, he came.  Damn.  I'm good.  I'm that fuckin' good.

   "Tony," I said, feeling bad for him.  "Don't feel bad, honey.  We'll
just wait a while.  There's some things you can do...  while we're
waitin'..."

   I thought after I'd said that...  we're gonna wait a while?  Wait for
what, his dick to charge back up?  What's the point of that?  What was I
gonna do, that his dick needed to charge back up?  What had I intended on
starting, doing this?  I really had no idea.  I realized though...  I was
pretty curious...  pretty curious about what he had in his pants.

   He sighed and just sat there, and stared at my fabulous tits.  "Come
on," I said, "Play with them.  Go ahead, you can." He seized my tits again,
and the next few minutes were pleasurable, for both of us, I'm sure.  He
finally hesitantly leaned closer and closer, and I realized what he wanted.
"Go ahead, baby," I said.  "Suck them if you want." He almost fell onto me,
and his hungry mouth fastened onto my hard nipple.  It was just fuckin'
sexy, I thought, and felt ever bit as good as when Linny did it.  I
wondered why I hadn't thought of the boys before.  This was fun.  Naughty,
but fun.  How far was I willing to go with it?  Not all the way, of course,
I was saving that for Daddy.  But I might let him play around a little bit.
That sounded like fun to me.

   I gave him a few minutes, and he did me good, sucking and licking my
nipples as he squeezed my tits.  I finally pushed him away, and stood.

   "Drop your drawers, Tony," I said, as I slid my pants down my legs.  He
gulped again, and that scared look darted across his face, but he got
control of it.  I was naked by the time he got his pants down, and I waited
expectantly as he slowly pulled his soggy underwear off.  My first cock, I
thought, I'm seeing my very first cock.  Well, it really wasn't my first,
I'd seen boys pee on the playground and shit, years ago...  but this was my
first big one.

   And, surprisingly, in spite of him cumming a minute ago, it was still
pretty hard.  At that time I didn't know that well how it worked, for all I
knew dicks stayed hard after the guy came.  I didn't know.  But his was
still pretty hard.  It looked big to me, all I was ever used to was little
boy cocks.  It was pink, and fairly rigid, like I said, with blood veins on
it, and two cute wrinkled balls beneath.  I wanted to play with those, I
really wanted to play with those things.

   Well, the part about not seeing any dicks was not entirely true...  not
more than two months ago, when I spent the night with a friend of mine,
Destiny, we stayed up and looked at dicks on her computer.  All kinds of
them, thousands of them.  Big ones, little ones, pierced ones and crazy
tattooed ones...  all kinds.  I'd frigged myself like crazy that night,
after she'd gone to sleep, thinking of all those dicks.  I'm not really
dick crazy, but hey...  I'm curious.  And now, I thought, that curiosity
can end.

   I guess he was normal sized, I dunno.  And, like I said, it was still
pretty hard.  I just couldn't help myself, I reached out and grabbed it. 
He flinched and almost pulled back, but then I think he realized a girl had
her hands on his dick.  I'm sure it didn't matter to him that it was his
sister.  He sat there, leaned back slightly, his eyes glazed, and I rubbed
and squeezed and stared at his cock, finally looking up at him and
giggling.

   "Rache..." he said, and I could hear the yearning in his voice.  "I love
you.  I want to marry you..."

   I laughed a little, but I tried not to hurt his feelings.  "Tony, you
can't marry me, I'm gonna marry Daddy," I said, and he nodded thoughtfully,
like it wasn't news to him.

   "But we can still play around," I said.  His hands were on my tits, now,
and my hands were on his dick.  We just did that for a while, and I felt
his dick get harder and stiffer in my grasp.  It was cool.

   "Tony, honey," I finally said.  I was tired of fooling around.  It was
time to get serious.  "Let me do something for you.  Sit back."

   He did, and I slid off the bed and onto my knees.  His eyes widened, he
knew what was going to happen next.  I leaned into him and took his cock in
my mouth.

   I have no idea if I gave him a good blow job or not, I think I did, and
he seemed to enjoy it greatly, but it was my first, after all.  I sucked
out to the end, and then plunged back down the shaft, feeling his scrubby
dick hair on my nose.  His cock actually had a taste, kinda salty and
sweaty, and some undefinable "dick" taste that I've tasted since a few
times.  It was all good, though, it turned me on like crazy.  I ran his
dick in and out of my mouth, sucking hard the whole time, and felt him
twitch beneath me.  His dick got harder and harder and finally I don't
think it could get any more hard.  It felt cool.  I was playing with his
balls with my fingers, and that just felt cool too, they were so soft... 
they felt sexy, too.  I stopped and just sucked around the cap of his cock,
and he moaned loudly, and I giggled.  I did that every now and then, but
mostly I did the in and out thing.

   "Rache..." he said, "I'm gonna...  gonna shoot it again..."

   Thanks for warnin' me, I thought, not slowing down a bit.  I felt
something deep inside his body jerk, and my mouth was flooded with his cum.
I gasped and struggled to swallow it all, I couldn't believe he could
squirt so much out, when he'd just cum a few minutes before.  He squirted
again and yet again, and I swallowed, trying to time my swallows inbetween
his squirts.  The stuff tasted funny, kind of bitter, but it didn't bother
me any.  I think that I was so horny and hyped up that I wouldn't have
complained no matter what it tasted like.

   He finally finished squirting, and I ran it in and out a few more times,
and finally sucked down the length of it and let it drop.

   "Thank you, Rache, thank you," he just gushed, and I laughed.  I knew
I'd made a dream come true for him.  Maybe not of it being me specifically,
but a dream of getting his dick sucked.  I'm sure it was fun for him.

   "Tony..." I said, curious.  "Do you and Alvin...  do you guys do things,
together?" I wanted to say "jack off", but I didn't want to embarrass him
that much.  But it sure as hell did embarrass him, he turned bright red,
and stammered.

   "Yeah..." he finally admitted, "a little bit...  Bobby Brighton gave us
a...  a magazine and we look at it sometimes."

   That did turn me on, thinking of the two of them, jacking off together.
I mean, he didn't say it out loud, but what the hell else could have
embarrassed him so much?  I giggled, and he finally smiled.

   "Alvin..." I said, curious.  "Alvin shoots off, too?  He's old enough?"

   "Oh, hell yeah," he said.  "We been doin' it...  for maybe a year
now..."

   Damn.  That kid.

   "And Rache..." he said.  "You oughta see his...  his weenie.  It's
giant, it's way bigger than mine."

   Oh really?  That was truly interesting.  My little brother had a big
cock?  I knew that I wouldn't be happy, until I saw it.  Until I felt it in
my hands and stuck it in my mouth.  Damn, I thought.  Life is gettin'
complicated.  I'm spreadin' myself pretty thin, makin' out with my little
sister, and then bringing my two brothers into it.  And all the while
plotting on fucking my dad.

   "Rache..." said Tony shyly.  I nodded.  "Can I see your...  can I see
you?  Down there?"

   Oh, sure, I thought.  I lay back on the bed and spread my legs, and he
nestled inbetween them.  I felt his delicate touch on my pussy lips, and
then my clit.  I let him play for a while, just laying there, enjoying the
feeling of his hands on my body.

   "Rache..." he said again.  "Can I...  can I lick you?"

   Oh, hell yeah.  I nodded, and he lowered his face to my crotch.  The
next few minutes were enjoyable, every bit as enjoyable as my times with
Linny.  Linny...  I felt a little guilty...  I'd tell her tonight, about
this.  It was only fair.  And I don't think she's the jealous type.  Then
another worry intruded.  The boys, the boys, and Linny.  I know it sounds
unfair, but I wanted them to stay away from her, to not do stuff like this
with her.  She's just a kid, I thought...  maybe I can give them enough,
enough to keep them satisfied.  I didn't want them to...  spoil her, before
her time.  I know that's kinda twisted, to think that in spite of the
things I was doin' with her...  I knew that I wasn't going to allow them to
fuck me, I was savin' that for Daddy.  But I didn't want them to think
about fucking her.  She was my sweet little sister.  I wanted better for
her.  I'm sorry if that don't make sense, but that's the way I felt about
it.



   --==+==-

   After maybe another hour of that shit, we finally dressed and went back
in the living room.  I had cum twice while he licked me, to his great
surprise, and I appreciated what he did for me.  Anyway, we went in, and
Linny and Alvin were watching TV, and Linny stared at me accusingly.  I
winked at her and whispered "later," and she nodded.  I had put on a decent
t-shirt, too, because Daddy would be home soon, and I didn't figure he was
ready for that shit.

   That night I told Linny the whole tale, and she giggled like crazy, and
didn't seem that jealous of me.  I explained to her that I needed to give
the boys a little something every now and then, just because it was
sisterly.

   "I don't want you playin' around with them, though," I said, and she
looked puzzled.  "You're not old enough yet.  You're old enough to play
around with me, but not them.  You could get pregnant, and that would ruin
everything.  Daddy would die, and you don't want that, do you?"

   She shook her head solemnly.  I hoped she saw it that way, too.  I
thought again about something I'd thought of earlier.  Birth control.  I
needed to get on that, so that when and if I succeeded, if I made love to
my Daddy, I didn't get pregnant either.  I'd have to do something about
that.



   --==+==-

   The next day the boys stayed home again, but Linny and I had stuff to
do, we went to the store and the library, and finally came home about
lunchtime.  I figured that Anthony had told Alvin by then of his adventures
with me, because Alvin was watching me like a hawk and almost following in
my footsteps, I guess just so he wouldn't get left out if something started
up.  I fixed lunch for the four of us, and afterwards we all went back in
the living room.  Both the boys kept making eyes at me, and I know they
were anxious for something to happen.  Linny finally stood, and asked me if
she could go to her friend Jeanette's house, and I said, of course.  That
was perfect.  I don't know if she did it because she knew I needed time
with the boys, or if it just worked out, but it worked out perfect.  She
disappeared, and the boys clustered around me, so finally I stood.

   "Come on, guys," I said, "Let's get this over with."

   They followed me back to my bedroom, and, just for safety's sake, I
locked the door.  Alvin looked uncomfortable, he was breathing heavily, and
squirming.

   "Come on, let's have a little fun," I said, laughing, and I stripped my
t-shirt off and threw it in the floor.  My bra followed, and Alvin said,
"Shit!" loudly, giving me the giggles.  I knew my tits looked good.  My
tits always looked good.

   I dropped my pants and panties, and stood before my brothers, naked. 
They were slowly undressing too, and I was anticipating it.  Finally Alvin
had nothing but his underwear on, and I was pleased to see a giant lump in
it.  Tony had his off, and his cock stood at full attention, as hllkke
rubbed it occasionally.  Alvin grimaced, and finally slid his shorts down.

   And I was impressed.  His cock was pretty huge, and he had fat plump
balls.  Maybe it all looked bigger because he was still small, only being
thirteen, at the time.  But his cock was well over half again as long as
Anthony's, and fatter around.  Good grief, I thought, the boy's a little
monster.  I was almost sorry I wouldn't get to feel that thing in my pussy.
Maybe someday, I thought.  I'm sure after Daddy fucks me the boys will
still be wanting to play around.

   Another idea was born, about that time, a way I could have sex with
them, kinda, and I filed it away for later.  I sat on the bed, and motioned
them both to me.  They stood in front of me, and I grasped a cock in each
hand, and proceeded to play.  The next few minutes passed in silence, with
occasional groans from the boys.  I felt a twitch in Tony, though.  I
didn't want him to shoot off early.

   I finally dropped to my knees on the rug, and turned to face Alvin. 
This was the moment I'd been waiting for.  I slid his huge pecker in my
mouth, and began to suck.  God, it was the coolest thing ever.  Just
feeling his hugeness got me off, and I felt my pussy start to seep.  The
cap felt huge on my tongue, after Tony's, and I felt a moment of sympathy
for Tony, having a little brother with a cock so much bigger than his.  I
know size isn't everything, but damn...  the kid was hung.

   I just went on and on, finally tearing myself away, and took Tony in my
mouth.  I promised myself from now on to always do Tony first, so it didn't
feel so obvious to me.  I tried to make it special for him, and I guess I
did, because sure enough he shot off in my mouth pretty quick, and I gulped
and almost gagged, finally getting it all down.  Tony gasped and shook and
his knees almost folded, but he stayed upright, somehow.  I could see Alvin
out of the corner of my eyes, still rock-hard, and stroking it with his
hands.

   "Want me to do that for you, honey?" I asked Alvin, and he nodded,
happily.  I took his hugeness again, and sucked and stroked, until he came,
too, and god did he ever fill my mouth up, I couldn't contain it all, and
some of it ran down my chin onto my tits.  That alone felt sexier than shit
to me, and I rubbed it in, feeling the sexy slickness of it on my body.

   "You guys," I said, "I'm gonna lay back, and you can lick me.  Tony,
show Alvin how it's done."

   He grinned, and I got situated on the bed, my legs spread.  Tony
plastered his face in my pussy, and away we went.  A few minutes later I
came, and came hard.  He was pretty good.  Finally after maybe twenty
minutes he moved away, and I felt Alvin's hesitant touch on my clit. 
"Harder," I commanded, and he complied.  He was pretty good at it, I
decided, when it was over, he was as good as his brother.  I finally raised
up and kissed him, tasting my body on his lips, and we giggled.

   We had a fun afternoon, maybe three hours of that shit, at one point I
lay face down, my ass in the air, and first Tony and then later Alvin
licked and kissed my asshole, even.  That surprised me, that they were
willing, but I loved it.  What sweet little perverts they are.  I bet I
came a half dozen times, it was crazy mad, and I loved the shit out of it.
Like I said, Alvin ended up being as good a pussy eater as Tony, he made me
cum like crazy.  I loved it.

   We finally dragged ourselves back to the living room, and just lay
there, exhausted, when Daddy showed up.  "What'd you guys do all day?" he
asked, and I said, "Nothin', just laid around," and the boys giggled like
Linny had done the other day.  Daddy just laughed and went and changed.

   The four of us mowed the lawn that night, and finally Linny showed up,
and we had dinner.  We watched a movie, and I sat on Daddy's lap the whole
time.  I'm sure it was uncomfortable for him, but I loved it, and he put
his hands around my stomach, and held me close against him.  We are finally
gettin' somewhere, I thought to myself.



   --==+==-

   That night Linny snuggled up to me, and we had to talk before we got
started.

   "Rache," she said, "What'd you do with the boys today?  Alvin said he's
in love with you and he wants to marry you."

   Shit, him too?  Both my brothers?  If only my dad would say the same
thing.  I laughed and squeezed her.

   "We just played around a little," I said.

   "Did you put their weenies in your mouth?" she asked, and I snorted.

   "That's between me and them..."

   "Come on, did you?"

   I laughed some more.  "Okay, so...  yes, I did."

   "I knew you did, Alvin told me," she said.

   "You little sneak...  and he's a blabbermouth." I gotta talk to that
boy. I didn't want him tellin' the wrong person.  I didn't want him tellin'
any person, actually.  What we did was our business, not anybody else's.

   "What did their...  stuff...  taste like," she asked.

   Oh shit, discussing the taste of sperm with my little sister.  "It was
kinda bitter...  it's not that bad, I guess...  I heard some girls spit it
out, but I swallowed it all."

   "That is so cool," she said.  "Rache.  That just proves that you love
them."

   "Yeah," I said, "I love them.  But I love you most of all." I leaned
into her, and our lips met.  I touched her ass, and cupped my hands around
it.  What a sweet, sweet child she was.  I wanted to hold her forever.  I
wanted to protect her and keep her with me, I didn't want the world to ever
hurt her, like it had me.  Well, I know Momma's death hurt her, too... 
honestly, I thought, probably even more than it had me, she was younger.  I
promised right then to be a better mother to her...  except for the making
out part...  that wasn't exactly motherly...  but I knew there was almost
no chance of stopping that, at this point.  I was pretty hooked on it.  We
both were.

   I had to admit, I loved it.  I desperately hoped, when and if I got
Daddy, that it was as good as the things I'd done with Linny.  I thought it
would be, it'd be different, but just as good.  I knew how much I loved
him. It would have to be good.  I just hoped it had the same level of
intensity.  I hoped I'd go crazy, when I was with him, like what I went
when I was with Linny.

   Crazy.  I felt crazy.  I burrowed down below the sheets, and plastered
my face into her pussy.  Her sweet little cunt smelled like heaven to me,
what an effect smells seem to have on me...  smells just push right into my
brain, or something.  Hers were incredible.  I licked and loved her more
than ever.  It was a wonderful night.



   --==+==-

   That quick, we fell into a routine.  Linny slept with me, and we made
out, sometimes for hours.  The boys would take off in the morning, on their
bikes, and do whatever boy stuff they did.  They'd be back at lunchtime,
and we'd have lunch, and then I'd take them into my bedroom, and just suck
their little hearts out.  It was great fun, it was sexy and naughty and a
million other things, and I just loved it.  Daddy came home from work sick
one day, and Linny texted me, and I hurriedly dressed and came out to baby
him, and he never suspected a thing.  The boys were pretty good about
keeping their mouths shut, after I told them it'd all end if they ever told
a soul about it.  The four of us just kind of fucked the summer away, and I
honestly, at the time, and now, in retrospect, think it did nothing except
bring us closer together.  I think even Daddy felt it, he said some things
to me a time or two, about how the boys seemed to mind so well...  he said
I was being a good momma to them, which gave me a stab of guilt...  mommas
don't suck their little boy's dicks, after all...  but I understood and
agreed, the boys seemed calmer and tamer than they ever had been.

   One day I took Linny with me, and went to the clinic downtown.  I talked
with a counselor, and then a doctor, and then a nurse, and finally we left,
with a month's supply of birth control pills.  I was pleased.  I'm safe
now, I thought.  I'm ready for this.  I'm ready to move ahead with my life.
I'm ready to fuck my Daddy.

   One day as the summer drew to a close, I finally did something that I'd
been thinking about for a while.  That afternoon, before the boys followed
me into my room, I went into my bathroom and had a nice healthy poop.  When
the boys showed up, I told them my plan.

   "Alvin," I said, as he climbed out of his jeans.  "I'm sorry, but this
might be a thing for Tony only, since you're so big.  Tony...  think you
might want...  to put your weenie in my butt?"

   He grinned like a monkey.  Of course he did.  He'd begged me more than
once to let him out and out fuck me, and I had to tell him I was saving
myself for Daddy.  I felt kinda guilty about letting him butt-fuck me, but
I told myself, I'd still be a virgin.  Technically.  I'd be a virgin, for
Daddy.  Tony could have my butt cherry, and Daddy could have my cunt
cherry. That seemed fair.  And...  I hate to say it, but things with Daddy
were moving so slow...  I was just ready for something to happen.

   We all three were undressed by then, and I ran out in the hall to the
big bathroom for some mineral oil.  Back in the room, I crawled up on the
bed, and laid my chest down, my ass up in the air.

   Tony was good and hard by then, but everything stopped for a minute
while Alvin crawled up, and licked my asshole.  I giggled and sighed, and
let him.  I felt bad about telling him he couldn't fuck me, but I wanted to
see how it went with Tony first, before I committed to anything with Alvin.
Finally Tony pushed Alvin aside, and I felt him drip some oil on my
asshole. I assumed he had smeared his dick with it, too.

   "Ready, sis?" he said, and I nodded, then said "Yeah" when I realized he
couldn't see my head.  I felt one of his hands on my ass, and I felt his
cock touch me, right in the center of my rosebud.  Okay, go, I thought, and
he slowly pushed inside me.

   It wasn't as bad as I'd feared, it did hurt a little, it stung, I guess
I should say, and I started feeling full of him, and it did feel good.  It
just felt like he was going in and in and in, and I almost wondered if
they'd switched places and big-dick Alvin was fucking me.  My asshole did
feel really tight around his dick, and I knew it was feeling good for him.
Finally I felt his thighs on the back of my legs and my ass, and I knew he
was in all the way.

   He slowly pulled out, and that felt better than ever...  then he pushed
in...  and, damn...  it felt good.  It felt so great to feel full of him...
his cock felt absolutely huge, for some reason.  The hurt had mostly gone
away, or it was superseded by the feeling of fullness.  It felt like it
does that split-second before you poop, when your poop in right at the
inside of your asshole.  It felt good.

   "Oh, Tony," I said, "Damn...  that feels good..." he grunted, and said,
"Yeah...  it feels...  pretty good...  for me too..."

   Alvin laughed, somewhere back there.

   "Alvin," I said, "Come here and crawl up where I can reach you." He knew
what I meant, and he crawled up, and stuck his big fat dick in my face, and
I sucked it down.  The next few minutes were pleasurable indeed, as Tony
fucked my ass, and I sucked Alvin.  Tony was slowly speeding up, and I
figured he was probably pretty close to cumming, just from the sexiness of
finally gettin' to fuck me, if nothing else.  I was right, and I head a
loud groan from him, and felt him squeeze my ass cheeks harder than ever,
and I knew he'd cum.  He slowed, then, and I pooped his cock out of my ass
as I squeezed it.  He staggered to the side of the bed and sat heavily, and
Alvin and I giggled at him.

   "Damn..." said Tony.  "Damn, Alvin...  you gotta try that shit..."

   "I want to," said Alvin.  I thought, well, what the hell.  We can try,
and if it hurts too bad, we can always stop.  I dropped his cock, and we
sat up and I explained that to him, and he nodded in agreement.  One of the
few disadvantages of having a big cock, I guess...  I hoped he understood.

   He finally got situated back there, and once again I felt a few drops of
oil on my asshole.  I relaxed, laying there, and hoped for the best.

   It hurt, way more than it had with Tony.  It hurt so bad I almost told
him to stop, but I sucked it up, and just tried to relax.  It's kinda hard
to relax hard, it's probably a mental thing...  and the feeling of him kept
making me tense, and then when it hurt I unconsciously tensed yet more...
kind of a feedback loop thing...  but at last he was all the way in, and I
felt him carefully withdraw.  He gave me a few seconds, and then he slowly
went in again.  In and out, in and out...  after a while most of the pain
was gone, there was just this fabulous feeling of fullness.  It was
incredible.  Once again, it felt like I needed to take a big dump.  When he
pulled out, every time, I gasped for breath, it was so intense.  I was
holding myself up with one hand, and my other hand was down there, wiggling
my finger on my clit.  I came from that, I don't think I could cum from
being butt-fucked, there wasn't enough sensation, but I came good from
frigging my clit.

   I had a moment of wonder why Tony wasn't up here, letting me suck him,
then I remembered his dick had just been in my ass.  Ah.  Considerate of
him.

   Alvin went on a long time, too long, in fact, and it was starting to
hurt again.  About the time I opened my mouth to say something, I felt a
twitch from him, and I knew he was close, so I kept my mouth shut.  He
finally came, moaning and even crying out a bit, I could tell it was good
for him.  He slowed and stopped, and I felt his cock pull out and out and
out of my body.  When it finally dropped out some cum squirted out, and I
thought Shit!  my bedspread!  but what the hell.  It was almost laundry day
anyway.

   He did what Tony had done, he just fell onto the side of my bed, and I
laughed at him as I pulled myself up, and went into my little bathroom.  I
sat on my toilet, and squirted their cum out, that felt nice and nasty.  I
cleaned up, and exited, and the boys crowded inside, and washed their
dicks. Ass sex is kinda nasty, nasty but fun.  My asshole felt kinda weird
the rest of the day, and I decided that we'd surely do that again
sometimes, but probably only on special occasions.  Shit I'd read on the
internet said it wasn't always good for your butt, and I didn't want to
fuck up my butt at age eighteen.



   --==+==-

   As bad as I should feel for doing it, I told Linny all about it that
night, as we cuddled.  Linny just laughed at my descriptions of taking my
little brothers up my ass, and shook her head.

   "Rache," she said, "you've made out with every body in the family now.
Every body but Daddy."

   "Yeah," I said, "he's next on my list.  I just wish there was a way I
could get things started with him."

   She didn't have any ideas in that department, and neither did I.  What
will be will be, I finally thought, and hugged her, our mouths touching. 
What a sexy little thing she was.  I just loved her to death, I squeezed
her even tighter, and put a finger down into her ass-crack.  What a babe.



   --==+==--

   Daddy, I realized, was getting worse, not better.  As summer slowly
turned into fall, he got quieter and sadder, until it was impossible not to
notice.  I grew more and more frustrated, and got bolder and bolder with
him, wearing sexy nightgowns that I bought at the mall, and thong panties
around the house, that kind of shit.  I felt like he appreciated it, but he
didn't seem to want it to go any further.  And he just seemed so sad.

   We had a little family meeting, me and the kids, and I got them to
promise to spend the night at various friend's houses that weekend, when
they could arrange it.  It turned out to be Saturday night, and I was
pleased.  That would give he and I some special time, alone.  I racked my
brain on how to use that time to my best advantage.  All I could think of
was to wear sexy shit, and be cuddly.  I went to Wally-world, and bought a
cheap little teddy thing that was ninety percent transparent, and I felt
suited me.  I texted a dressing room pic of me wearing it to Linny, and she
texted back "Holy shit!" giving me the giggles.  That girl.  I felt some
pressure over the whole thing, I felt like I was running out of time, for
some reason.

   Saturday the boys packed up their shit and disappeared on their bikes,
and Linny's friend's mom came and took her away about four.  I started a
couple of steaks on the grill, and Daddy sat in the kitchen and talked to
me while I got things ready.  He used the time to pound on me again about
why I never went out and why I didn't have a boyfriend, et cetera.  I just
laughed at him.

   "I told you once, Daddy, I love you.  Only you, and the kids.  I don't
need nobody else."

   "Girl," he sighed heavily.  "Don't focus on me.  Don't waste your time
and energy on an old man like me."

   I had enough of that crap.  I dropped the pan I was washing, and stood
in front of him, my hands on my hips, my eyes flashing.

   "Daddy," I said, "that's enough of that shit.  You told me once to snap
out of it.  I told you once, back.  And now I'm telling you again.  You are
all we have, the kids and I.  For their sake, for my sake, and for your
sake, you need to fuckin' get over it.  Life goes on.  Momma was the best
thing that ever happened to you, and to all of us.  But life goes on.  I
will not let you lay down and die.  I want to grow old with you, beside
you. Right now, right this instant, I give myself to you.  Love me, and let
me love you.  We all love you.  Please, Daddy, please..." I was bawling by
then, like a little baby.  I just sank to my knees, and put my head in his
lap, and cried.

   He finally made me move, and got up and took the steaks off the grill.
He finished fixing dinner, while I sat there, like a dummy.  I couldn't
think of what to say or do, and I couldn't meet his eyes.  A little part of
my mind made me wonder if he'd get onto me for my language, but damn...  I
had been pissed.  I think he knew it, though.

   "Sit up.  Eat," he finally said, and I crawled up into my chair.  We
ate, and it was pretty good, actually.  At least I didn't barf, thank god.
I was pretty upset, but I was slowly calming down.  I wondered if I damaged
us beyond repair.  I wondered if I done any good at all, with that
outburst. He got up, finally, and fixed us both a bowl of ice cream, and
sat back down.  At long last we were both done, and I slowly got up and
went to the sink.

   "Rachel," he said.  I slowly turned to face him.  "Save the dishes for
later.  Come in here.  We need to talk."

   Oh shit, I thought.  Yeah, though.  We do.  I thought about that
nightgown I'd bought, and kinda wished I had time to run put it on.  I
needed all the advantage I could, I felt like.

   We sat on the couch, side by side, but not touching.

   "Rachel," he finally said, after a few moments of silence.  "I'm very
sorry that I have upset you.  I love you very much, I love all four of you
very much, and I never want to do that, to upset you.  I'm sorry.  I don't
really know what to say.  I loved your mother very much, and it was
difficult to lose her so unfairly and painfully.  I know it was hard on all
of you, and probably hardest on you.  Once again, I'm sorry..."

   He was silent for a moment.  I felt a stab of guilt, at making him do
this.

   "Oh, Daddy..." I said, but he shushed me.

   "I will try.  That's all I can promise you.  I'll try to do better.  You
are right, what you said.  Thanks for waking me up, yet again.  I'll try to
make it last, this time.  Please, please tell me again, if you have to."

   He was finally silent.  I finally laid down, and put my head in his lap,
and drew a snuffling breath.  He put his hand on my back, and we just sat
there for a while.

   "Daddy," I finally said, sitting up, "I meant what I said.  I know I can
never replace Momma for you, but I want to try.  Let me be there, for you.
Let me love you.  Love me, Daddy.  Love me."

   I just stared him right in the face, almost daring him to even blink. 
He didn't, he just stared right back at me.

   I think...  I think all those times I'd said shit like that, of all
those times, I think that this was the first time it really clicked in his
head.  I could tell he was almost puzzled.

   "Rachel, honey..." he finally said.  "I do love you.  I love you more
than life.  I love you kids as much as I loved your momma.  But... 
darlin'...  I'm not sure what you mean..."

   "Oh, Daddy," I said, almost disgusted, but amused.  He did know.  He
just didn't want to admit it.  "Daddy, you know.  I want to sleep in your
bed.  I want to wake up with you.  I want to hear you breathing, in the
middle of the night.  And, most of all, I want you to make love to me."

   There.  I said it.  It was out in the open.  From here, I thought, it's
either uphill, or downhill.  We are through with this plateau shit.

   He was silent.  He finally breathed out, and sucked a convulsive breath
in, I think to keep from passing out.

   "Rache...  darlin'..." he said, and I saw he was shaking his head.  I
realized I was ready for that.

   "Daddy," I said, "don't just shake your head without thinkin' about it.
You'd better have a pretty damn good reason for saying no, if you say no."

   He almost laughed at that.  I saw that as a good sign, he wasn't
freaking out, at least.

   "Rachel, honey," he said, "I'm not sure if you know what you're saying.
I can't...  I can't do those things you ask.  It's not proper, and it's
just...  illegal, for one...  darlin'...  you're eighteen, and I'm almost
thirty-seven.  And, dammit...  I'm your dad."

   I laughed.

   "Daddy...  our love is stronger than some silly bullshit law.  And the
age thing don't matter that much...  we'll have a long time together,
still...  Daddy, search your feelings...  I know you love me, you say you
do, and I believe that.  Our love is strong enough to overcome anything. 
Let it.  Love me, Daddy...  love me."

   Once again, tears came at the end of it.  Shit, I thought.  I wished I
could stop doing that.  It kinda ruins the emotional impact, when I get all
emotional.  He still just stared at me, nonplussed, I think.  I think he
was afraid to look away.  I think I'd surprised him, that much.  I
snuffled, and fought the tears back.

   "Rachel..." he said my name very slowly, this time.

   "Daddy, don't say anything for a while.  Just sit here, and think about
it.  But let me say something, first.  After you think about it, I'll
listen to you, then.  And I'll do what you say, even if it breaks my
heart."

   He nodded.  I went on.

   "You are a man, with the needs and desires of a man.  I am a woman, now,
and I can satisfy those desires.  I'm still a virgin, I've been saving
myself...  for you, for a long time.  This isn't some overnight thing.  I'm
still a virgin, but I know a little about making a man happy.  I'm not the
innocent little angel you think I am.  I'm sorry if that makes you think
less of me.  I'm just bein' honest with you.  Anyway, I'm just asking you
this.  Let me take Momma's place.  Not to replace her, but to be next in
line.  Let me be the Momma to Linny and the boys.  And let me be a wife to
you.  That's all I want, that's all I'm asking.  The bottom line is simple,
just love me, and let me love you.  That's it.  Now think, dammit."

   I plopped my face back down in his lap, and tried to calm myself.  I
thought I could feel him trembling beneath me.  I wondered if he'd do what
I asked, if he'd really deeply seriously think about it.  If he'd consider
my offer fairly.  I hoped he would, I actually had a little confidence that
he would; it's just the way he is.  He's methodical, not spontaneous.  He
does things in steps, not a rush.  I knew I'd done the right thing, making
time for him to stop and think.



   --==+==-

   I have no idea how much time went by.  I'm sure it was at least an hour.
I hadn't moved in so long that he thought I was asleep.

   "Rachel, honey, wake up," he said, and I sat up.

   "Okay, I thought about what you said," he said.  I looked at him.  He
looked okay, he actually looked better than he had, in a while.  He looks
at peace, I thought.

   "First, I want to say that I really appreciate...  what you've said...
your offer.  I love you for it, I appreciate it, and it shows me how much
you love me, me and the kids." I nodded.  I felt a great sadness start,
inside me.  Could I do what I'd said I'd do?  Could I just forget it, and
back off, if that's what he wanted?  It sure sounded like that's what he
intended on saying.  He went on.

   "Rachel, honey.  I love you.  That's a simple sentence, for something so
powerful.  I don't know how to say it more, other than to say it a million
times.  But, I love you.  I love the four of you more than life...  but you
were the first.  I've loved you the hardest, and the longest.  I know
that's not fair to say, in front of the others, and I won't repeat it in
front of them.  But I love you maybe just a wee tiny bit more.  You are my
life, darlin'.

   "What you ask...  I don't know how to answer...  but what you ask is not
right, darlin'...  it's against the laws of man, and God..." I snorted, and
he motioned me to silence.  "Darlin'...  I know you don't believe any more,
and I'm sorry...  but I understand.  Anyway.  I love you...  and I'm not
afraid to say...  I want it, too.  I feel a strong attraction to you.  You
are young and sweet and beautiful...  everything a man could want.  I think
I could be happy with you.  I don't know if I could give you everything you
need, but I know you could me.  I know I could be happy with you.  And it
breaks me heart to say no.

   "Life is just like this, sometimes.  Just like your momma dyin'.  We
don't always get what we want.  There will always have to be...  a space
between us.  A gulf...  not just our ages.  We can't, honey...  I want you
to truly understand that.  We just can't."

   He was silent.  I felt the tears streaming underneath my closed eyelids.

   "Daddy," I said.  I heard him sigh.  "I know I said I'd accept what you
said.  But...  please...  think a little harder...  go a little further...
ask yourself why we can't...  those laws, those laws that say we can't...
there's a million other laws, other than them, that you don't follow... 
why single just those out?  Daddy...  you said you want this, too...  don't
compound the tragedy of Momma's death by pushing me away.  Hold on to me,
and let me hold on to you.  Daddy.  All I'm askin' you is to love me. 
Please.  Love me."

   He pulled me up a little ways, and put his arms tighter around me.

   "Honey...  I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...  think of the complications... 
what will your grammaw think, and Aunt Sylvia...  how will they not notice?
How can we keep this a secret, from the kids, if we sleep together?"

   "Daddy," I said, "we can't and we don't have to.  I'm already actin'
like the momma, it won't be any different for them.  We can explain to them
to just keep their mouths shut.  No one else needs to know, no one else is
around the house at bedtime.  We can do this, we can pull this off.  Again,
Daddy.  Just let me love you."

   He sighed heavily.  I wondered how deeply he was really thinking about
it.

   "Okay," I said.  "how 'bout this.  Let's make another deal.  I'll accept
that, I'll take it, if you give me one night.  Daddy.  I have saved myself,
for you.  Take me, tonight.  Let's forget we're father and daughter, for
one night.  Give me my first time, give me love, give me yourself, for one
night.  If you can walk away from me, in the morning...  I'll accept it. 
I'll really accept it, this time.  I won't waffle on you.  Deal?"

   He just looked at me, and I think he was probably a little frustrated.
Damn, I wished again I had that nightgown on.  Shit fire.

   I could almost see the wheels turning in his head.  I knew that if he
agreed to this, I was in.  I mean, if he did it once, what would be the
point in saying no tomorrow?  If he could just overcome a lifetime of
conditioning.  I'd done pretty well at that, and I hoped he could.  I sat
up, and leaned into him.  I slowly kissed him on the cheek.  I looked at
the clock.  It was eight thirty.  That's a little early, but it'll work, I
thought.

   "Daddy," I said.  "I know this ain't fair, but I'm gonna go get in my
nightgown, and crawl into your bed.  Shhh..." he'd started to say
something. "If you still don't want me, if you can turn your back on me,
you can sleep on the couch tonight.  That's not too much to ask.  If you do
want me...  come to bed, Daddy."



   --==+==-

   I got up and went to my bedroom, and changed into my see-thru.  I
brushed my teeth and ran a wet-wipe over my pussy and my bottom, since I
hadn't had a shower today.  That'd have to do.  I slowly walked down the
hall, wondering where he was.  I turned into his room.

   Shit.  There he was, in his bed.  Waiting for me, I guess.  He had a
silly grin on his face.

   "Okay," I said, "you got me.  You got me good." We both laughed.  It
still hadn't sunk in, I think.  I was still in shock.  He flipped the sheet
back for me, and waited.  Oh shit, I thought.  I slowly stripped in front
of him, which consisted of me stepping out of my nightgown.  All the
trouble for that thing, I thought, and I'm already through with it.  I
could see him watching me in the dim light, and I hoped I looked good for
him.  I knew I did.  I'm still young and firm, I knew I looked good.  I
carefully crawled in.  The sheet was still over his body, and all I could
see was part of his hairy chest.  I wondered if he was naked beneath it. 
And...  my gawd...  down there, at waist level...  the sheet stuck up a
good six or eight inches.  My dad, I thought, my fucking dad has a hard-on,
as I'm crawling in bed with him.  He's got a hard-on, because of me.  I
rolled, and glued my mouth to his, tasting his toothpaste.  I usually hate
that Crest shit, but this time it turned me on like mad.

   I was just crazy, after that.  Well, it was crazy.  The whole thing. 
And he was crazy, too.  That shit I told earlier, about Linny, and how mad
I was for her...  it was nothin' compared to this.  I climbed on top of
him, and shit...  sure enough, he was stark fucking naked.  I could feel
his cock press into my stomach.  Fuck, I had time to think, fuck...  my dad
has a big cock, on top of everything.  My dreams were coming true.  My
future was opening up like a flower.  I almost hyperventilated, I felt so
high.  His strong, hard arms were around me, his hands rubbing my back. 
They moved down.  My dad, I thought to myself, my dad is squeezing my ass.
My fucking ass.

   It got better, real quick.  He rolled us back to my side of the bed, and
he was on top of me.  He slid down my body, and in seconds his mouth was on
my tits.  God...  the feeling was unreal.  Linny, cute little Linny licked
my titties, with a light and delicate touch.  My dad scrubbed them with his
tongue, it felt like a fucking cat's tongue, almost.  It was sexier than
fuck.  I loved it.

   "Daddy," I positively moaned, "Daddy...  lick my cunt..."

   Down he went.  I didn't have to tell him twice.  In moments, his rough
scratchy tongue was pounding my clit.

   "Goddam you taste good...  fuck!" he said, raising for an instant, and I
giggled to hear him cuss.  This is the man that pounded my ass once for
saying "shit" when I smashed my thumb with a hammer.  It turned me on big
time, to hear him say fuck.  You're gonna say it, and you're gonna do it, I
thought, and I grabbed his head, and pulled it harder into my cunt.  I
could hear his labored breathing through his nostrils as he mouthed my
pussy lips, and shit fuck it felt sexy.  My dad is a good pussy eater, I
titillated myself by thinking.

   He went down further, even, and I pushed my ass up in the air to help
him.  My dad is licking my asshole, I told myself several times, to make
sure I got it.  My fucking dad is licking my fucking asshole.  It just
drove me past crazy.  I crushed his head inbetween my legs, and I heard him
laugh down there somewhere.

   We just did that shit for the longest.  He ate and ate me, my cunt and
my ass, and I ate it up.  I came quickly, and I heard him laughing again as
I shook and trembled.  I squeezed him again with my legs, hard.  He seemed
to love that shit.  Who wouldn't, I thought.  I came again, and later
again, harder than ever.  It just got better and better.  I almost felt
like somebody else was inside my body, and I was watching from outside. 
Just the things he did...  the things I felt...  it was almost too much. 
After all this waiting, all this time...  it was just too much.

   Finally, I almost had enough of that shit.

   "Lay back," I commanded, and he laughed.  He knew what I wanted.  I
threw the sheet in the floor, and crawled down his body.  His cock was
right in my face.  And shit.  It was every bit as big as Alvin's, if not
bigger.  So much for inheriting it from your mother's side, I thought,
thinking of Alvin.  My dad has a big cock.  If I wasn't fucking him right
now, that would have got me wetter than shit.  It was sexy, just to think
to myself.

   I inhaled him.  Practicing on the boys had helped, and maybe kinda honed
my style a bit.  I wondered if I'd seem practiced to him.  I didn't figure
it'd matter much.  I just fuckin' inhaled him, and almost gagged, I pulled
him so deep.  Fuck, it was sexy.  I'm sucking my dad's cock, I told myself.
This was an evening of telling myself the obvious, over and over.  I
sucked.

   I tasted him, that curious essence of man and sweat and dick-taste that
I'd tasted on the boys.  It was sexy, and I could tell my cunt was just
flowing juice, like mad.  I was so wet I'm sure I dripped.  I forgot
everything, and just sucked.  It was unreal.

   "Baby," he said, "I'm gonna cum, if you keep that up." I stopped, I
wanted his first load to be in my cunt.

   "Daddy," I said, crawling back up and kissing him.  "It's time for you
to fuck me," I stopped and kissed, "but I want it to be for a long time,"
kiss, "so do we need to stop a while?"

   He laughed at me.  "Yeah," he said, "let's cool it for a minute." He
wrapped his arms around me, and I laid on top of him.

   "Rachel, honey," he said.  "Do we need to find a rubber?"

   "Shit no," I said.  "Daddy.  I been on the pill for months, getting
ready for this." He laughed.  "Actually, I know that," he said, "I got the
bill from the clinic the other day." I laughed.  I hadn't thought of that.

   "Where are the kids tonight?" he asked.  "The boys are at Sylvia's," I
said.  "And Linny's with Casey, I think...  not sure.  She's not here, at
least."

   "I see," he said.  We talked about some other inconsequential stuff,
just making small talk.  I'm laying, stark naked, on top of my dad, I
happened to think, talking about stupid shit.  I laughed.

   "Daddy.  Are you soft?" I asked, and he snorted.  "Hardly," he said. 
"The most beautiful girl in the world is laying on top of me, naked.  Am I
soft?  Hell no."

   I laughed again.  Flattery will get you everywhere.

   "Daddy," I said.  "You don't have to answer if this is too private.  But
when and where did you first fuck Momma?"

   He laughed out loud on that one.  I was glad he didn't start crying, at
least.

   "Maybe a month before we got married," he said.  "She'd just gone on the
pill.  We went out to the cemetery, one night...  and just fucked our
little brains out.  I have lots of beautiful memories of your mother,
Rachel...  and that's one of them."

   "She was a virgin, of course," I said.

   "Of course," he said.

   "So am I, Daddy," I said.  "For real.  I really waited for you.  I've
planned this a long time."

   "So you have, darlin'," he said, sighing deeply.  "So you have, you
little sneak."

   We giggled.  He kissed me.

   "Rachel," he said.  "I love you.  I seriously love you.  You have
brought me back from the edge, darlin'.  Thank you.  I don't know what the
future holds.  This won't be easy.  There'll be times when it'll be harder
than shit, and you'll wanna just throw your hands up and walk away.  If you
choose this road for us, just be sure.  Be sure, darlin'.  I'll never stop
loving you.  I can't.  And I wish, shit, I wish I was twenty years old
again." He sighed.

   "Daddy," I said, "I don't wanna take anything away from you of your
memories of Momma.  I just want to add to your memories.  I want you to
remember this shit, when you're an old man and I'm an old woman.  We still
got plenty of time together.  I wanna do this...  and I'm sorry if it
sounds goofy...  I wanna do this in memory of Momma.  I wanna believe that
she...  would see the rightness of it.  If she's up there, lookin' down on
us, I wanna believe that she's smilin'."

   He did cry a little, at that, and so did I.  We just laid there for a
while, thinking, and he held me.  Finally I raised up, and kissed him on
the cheek.

   "Daddy," I said.  "It's time for you to fuck me."



   --==+==-

   When he finally pushed into my body, it was intense and incredible.  I
felt so full of him...  the feeling of the boy's dicks, even Alvin...  the
feeling of Alvin in my ass was nothing like the feeling of my dad's fat
cock in my cunt.  It was, and I know I use this word way too much, it was
unreal.  I loved it.  I wanna do this every night, from now on, I thought,
and I felt like there was a good possibility I'd get to.

   He lay on top of me, and pushed into me, and finally I could feel his
legs on mine.  He was all the way in.  When he pulled out I gasped, it felt
so good.  Then he pushed back in.  It just blew my mind.  How could
something feel so good?

   He went faster and faster, and I came.  I just came like mad, shaking
and bouncing and almost vibrating...  I came better than I've ever cum
before.  And he just kept on going.  I came three times, as he fucked me,
before he finally came, squeezing his eyes shut, grimacing and shivering...
I know it was intense for him.  He told me later it was the first time in
over a year he'd cum.  Damn.  It looked like a good one.

   We just laid there, exhausted.  "Daddy," I said, "that was a good fuck."

   He snorted.  "Rachel, dear," he said.  "You turn me on like mad, when
you talk dirty...  but please...  only in the bedroom.  Not in front of the
kids."

   "Oh daddy," I said, "You know I won't.  You fuckin' know I fuckin'
won't."

   We both giggled, and kissed, long and slow.  He just held me.  I think I
slept a little while, because when I looked at the clock it was almost two.

   "Daddy," I said, seeing his eyes still open, watching me.  "Daddy... 
wanna fuck me again?"

   "Oh, hell yeah," he said, and proceeded to do just that.  We had a mad,
frenzied fuck, at two in the morning, I stood up on my hands and knees, and
he pounded my ass hard from behind.  Then one at eight, when we woke up
again...  that one was a little softer and more peaceful...  but mad hard
fucks are fun, too.  And they feel good.

   We fucked at eight, like I said, and then we just laid in bed and
talked. I had no idea when the kids would be home, but I didn't worry.  The
door was shut.  Plus, they'd have to learn, at some point.  They all knew
what I was planning.  This wouldn't be news, to them.  Especially Linny.  I
idly wondered what Linny was going to think, now that I was basically moved
into Daddy's bed.  By now I had no doubt of that.  Even Daddy talked like
that.  I've succeeded, I thought.  I've made it happen.  I was happy, I was
overjoyed.  I felt, like I said earlier, I felt the rightness of it.

   I looked at the clock.  It was almost noon.  "Daddy," I said.  "Fuck me
one more time, hard, and then let's get up and have some lunch."

   He laughed, and reached for me.



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