Author: Sterling
Title: Love and Conscience and Little Girls
Summary: Bill is delighted when his daughter Allie and two
granddaughters come to live with him. He is deeply troubled to
find himself obsessed with impure impulses. He tries to protect
the girls by pulling away from them, but Allie gives a green
light to anything consensual. Bill finds the girls initially
hesitant, but their sexual desires are strong once awakened.
Allie's permissive attitude stems from some secret inclinations
of her own.
Keywords:  MF Mg cons non-con pedo lolita reluc coer het inc fath
dau grand group 1st oral mastrb pett ws voy

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
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Love and Conscience and Little Girls

Bill saw them first as they passed the airport security gate at
Logan.

"Grandpa!" Tara squealed as she pranced across the last twenty
feet that separated them.  Bill got down on one knee to be at her
level, and she beamed at him as she encircled him with her small
arms and gave a big squeeze.  She was four, with straight blond
hair that reached to her shoulders and framed her perfectly
symmetrical face.  Her big blue eyes were almost startling.

Her six-year-old sister Kira considered herself too old for
squealing and running, though one suspected that she would have
come bounding just as fast if she had followed her heart.  Her
smile was just as big as her sister's.  Her wavy light brown hair
reached to the middle of her back, and her face was just as
adorable as Tara's, her big gray eyes fixing him with love.

Bill rose as their mother Alison approached, and she gave him a
big hug too.  Alison was pretty, though her daughters had
noticeably surpassed her in the looks department.  Alison was
Bill's daughter, and he had been there for her throughout her
childhood.  She had naturally pulled away to live her own life as
she moved into college and beyond.  Now she needed him again, and
at age 31 she appreciated him as never before.

Alison was coming out of a rough spot.  Her husband Kyle had
seemed like a good man when they married, and things had gone OK
after Kira's birth.  But the marriage had taken a sharp turn for
the worse after Tara was born.  When she was two months old he
had lost his job and had had trouble finding a new one.  Hanging
around the house aimlessly, he lost his temper with the girls. 
There had not been any physical abuse, but his flare-ups
frightened the girls.  He found excuses to be away from the
house, and after three years of tension and absences, he had
moved in with another woman -- a woman without children.

Kyle had left five months before.  The divorce was moving
smoothly through the courts.  There were no conflicts about child
custody, as Kyle seemed to want nothing to do with his daughters.
 Alison would get very little in child support because Kyle had
been out of work for so long.

Bill was especially delighted to see the three of them because he
had suffered a major loss himself.  His wife Anne had succumbed
to a fast-moving cancer a year earlier.  His son Matt was doing
well enough, but was lost in his own life in Europe and had
little interest in his sister or father.

Anne's death weighed on Alison as much as on Bill, though it had
had fewer day-to-day consequences.  Now Bill was Alison's only
family support.

He was delighted to be able to help out.  He had loved Alison
deeply when she was a child, and like any involved parent had
felt that tender ache as she had moved out on her own.  Visits
had become much less frequent after Kyle and Alison moved to LA.
He would have much preferred that she stay out on her own in a
stable, happy marriage.  Anne's death had not changed that
sentiment, but it had shaken it.  Bill was lonely.

The prospect of having Allie nearby again filled him with joy. 
She needed a place to recuperate and heal, and her daddy was
going to help.  She had been enthusiastic about his plan to buy a
two-family house.  Bill now occupied the ground floor, while
Alison and the girls would live upstairs.  Each could have their
privacy but they could also visit easily.

---------

Bill was retired, and Alison knew he couldn't support her
indefinitely, so she promptly set about retooling herself for a
career that paid decently.  She had majored in dance, and taught
a few classes before Kira was born.  Bill always retained his
cautious view that it was wise to have a way to earn a good
living, yet he had approved of her decision to major in dance. 
She loved it so much!  Now economic reality had set in, and as he
expected Alison was tackling the problem head-on.

Two weeks after their arrival, she had found work as a software
tester and was taking courses at Harvard Extension as a start to
earning a Master's in computer science.

With Alison off working and attending school at night, Bill
shouldered a major role in caring for the girls.  Alison was able
to get them off to their respective schools in the morning, but
Bill was the one to pick them up, prepare afternoon snack, and
supervise homework and dinner.  Many evenings he gave them their
baths and put them to bed.  He also read stories, played games,
and escorted the girls to playgrounds. There was nothing he would
rather have been doing.

Tara and Kira were not angels.  They had their share of
squabbles, bad moods, and even the occasional temper tantrum. 
The move to Boston was a disruption to them.  They missed their
daddy, but his absence removed a great deal of stress from their
lives.  But on the whole they were both easy children and got
along well with each other.

Bill enjoyed their youthful exuberance, their sheer joy in the
simple pleasures of the slide and swing, running, make-believe,
singing, hearing stories...

The internet absorbed a surprising amount of their time, from
Bill's perspective.  The idea of a home computer was completely
unknown in Bill's childhood, and even in Alison's it played a
much smaller role.  As Bill looked over their shoulders, he
decided that it was mostly good.  Games engaged hand-eye
coordination, critical thinking and problem solving.  The amount
of fascinating information constantly coming off the internet was
astounding.  And Kira was just beginning to chat with friends.

Bill liked everything about his grand-daughters, but he
especially adored their perfect young bodies.  At bath-time the
girls were on display, unclothed and unashamed.  Bill felt
privileged to be there, to be trusted with their nakedness. He
loved drying their hair and patting with a towel every inch of
skin.  Even their labia needed a gentle pat.  Very soon they
would want privacy, and the labia and what they protected would
remain hidden from everyone.  Many years hence they would choose
to share those parts of themselves with a lucky boy.

The girls also had that subtle smell that defines childhood, the
smell parents love so much.  Bill would unashamedly bury his nose
in their hair and take a deep sniff.

He loved nothing better than to feel Kira and Tara snuggled up
beside him as he read a bed-time story.

Alison had a tradition with her girls of kissing them full on the
lips.  That hadn't been in the repertoire of parent/child
affection when he was raising Alison, but times change.  The
girls eagerly kissed Bill as well and he quickly returned the
kisses with enthusiasm.

Bill loved his grand-daughters as children, and he realized he
also felt a special attachment to their girlhood, their
femininity.  He found their long hair especially attractive, and
he stroked or brushed it for as long as they would allow.

He felt a little thrill at being able to see and pat their bare
chests at bath-time.  Their chests of course were in no way
different from a little boy's at that age, but the unique
feminine growth they would undergo in the future made them
special in the present.  The girls' dresses were often loose, of
course, and when they bent over he would sometimes get a view of
their bare chests and would feel a little hint of excitement.

The labia were the one visible part that defined them as girls. 
He saw that part of them at bath-time, of course, but in a way he
found them more intriguing when they were hidden.  When he saw
the girls in panties he was clearly aware of what was hidden
within.  When they wore dresses he found himself thinking about
the panties up underneath. Being young girls their panties did
end up showing pretty often.

It was natural for him to feel affection for his grandchildren,
to appreciate their every gesture and quirk, the hugs and kisses
-- and the pouts too.  It was natural for him to appreciate the
perfection of their bodies -- the simultaneous softness and
resilient strength.  But he wondered if there was something in
his reaction to their femininity that went beyond parental
feeling. Although his memories of raising Matt and Allie were
murky to him, he did not recall this same kind of fascination
with Allie's body or femininity.

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Bill had routinely pleasured himself throughout life whenever
there wasn't a woman to share pleasure with, and this pattern had
continued after Anne died. Images of Anne came to him as he
masturbated, and he was only briefly ashamed to realize he was
imagining her as she had been in her 20s, not as she had been in
later years.  Fantasies of young women and teen-aged girls also
came to him and didn't trouble him especially.

The pattern continued after Alison and her girls arrived.  Yet as
he lay in his bed at night, his hand functioning as ersatz
vagina, occasionally thoughts of Tara's panties came into his
mind.  He quickly pulled his fantasies back to panties of grown
women, panties on big hips, panties covering pubic hair.  He
imagined the panties sliding down, and the mature woman's labia
parting to reveal the vagina that would eagerly welcome him
within.  Yet intruding into his thoughts unwanted were images of
Kira's legs spread, delicate hairless labia held open.

Bill tried to make sense of these creeping feelings. Kira and
Tara were the only females whose bodies he was seeing and
touching daily.  The labia on display at bath-time and the
panties he saw peeking into view below their dresses were the
only labia and panties he saw these days.  Perhaps they reminded
him of the mature women he naturally felt attracted to.

Yet within a few months of Alison's arrival from the West, he
found his cock swelling when either girl sat in his lap, though
not into a full-blown erection.  It was very noticeable to him,
though he doubted the girls suspected anything unusual.

As Tara sat on his lap, he sometimes wrapped his arms around her.
 He let his hand linger on her chest, and even found himself
gently stroking back and forth.  She wouldn't think it unusual. 
He knew not to do this with Kira, who had reported to him among
all the other news of her day a session on awareness of stranger
touch.

Another realization slowly crept in.  He didn't feel satisfied
with some surreptitious stroking of Tara's chest.  He had a
yearning to touch both girls all over.  He imagined cupping
Kira's labia through her panties, then imagined a gentle stroking
motion.  He could and sometimes did lick the girls' necks as part
of cuddly play.  But he wanted to lick the rest of their bodies
too, especially the forbidden places.

One day Kira sat on his lap, wearing a simple blue dress.  His
hand rested on her knee, and he felt himself sliding it up her
inner thigh -- slowly, just an inch.  It was hard to keep from
sliding it farther.  Just another inch?  He suddenly noticed Kira
freeze and her attention shift to his hand.  It had occurred to
her to wonder if this was inappropriate touch.  He casually
removed his hand, but he felt shaken.

That night as he masturbated, the only image in his mind was
Kira, legs spread wide, with his throbbing penis approaching her
labia, sliding inside, and in the magic of fantasy, gliding
smoothly into her impossibly small vagina.  As his semen spurted
onto his chest, he saw only the image of sweet Kira with his
penis buried between her legs.  Worse, his orgasm featured a
distinctive new overtone of pleasure he had never felt while
imagining or even actually making love to a real woman.

-----------

"So how was school this evening?" Bill asked an obviously tired
Alison as she sat slumped at the kitchen table eating some of the
leftover spaghetti.

"Oh, about the same.  I think I'll do OK in data structures.  I
was worried the first couple weeks, but now I think I can handle
it.

"How were the girls today?"

"Fine.  Well, come to think of it, Kira refused to stay in bed
even after a glass of water and an extra story.  She wanted to
snuggle but I told her she was a big girl now.  I told her there
would be no stories tomorrow if she didn't stay in her room. 
Then she stayed, but I could hear her crying for a while."

"Why not let her snuggle?"

"Well, she's getting pretty old for that, don't you think?"

"No, not really."

"Well, I do.  I'm also thinking she's old enough to take her
baths by herself.  What do you think?"

"I'm still worried about her slipping in there and drowning.  Did
you read that story from South Carolina a few months back?  A
girl fell, hit her head, and drowned.  Just eight years old!"

-----------

Bill found it hard to be with the girls now.  He loved them as
before, but he also loved them in ways he shouldn't.  He needed
to pull back and avoid the situations that fed his fantasies.  At
bath time he brought a magazine and looked at it studiously.  He
had convinced Kira she could dry herself.  He gritted his teeth
as he dried Tara.

He didn't allow them to sit on his lap any more.  He tried not to
look at them and really see, because that stoked his yearning. 
He found himself doing the minimum to care for them, but no more.
 If he managed not to take in the magnificence of his young
granddaughters, he could keep at bay his intense desires, desires
he must not give in to.

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"Dad, what's going on?"

Alison had waited until 10pm on Sunday to confront Bill, first
making sure both girls were soundly asleep.

"Nothing, why do you ask?"

"The girls say you're no fun any more.  You don't play with them
or read to them or let them snuggle.  It's been a week now."

"You know, I'm pushing 60, slowing down.  Maybe I'm not up for
being a full-time parent any more.  I think I could afford to
bring in a sitter to help sometimes."

"I don't believe you.  I don't believe you are slowing down.  You
love the girls, don't you?"

"Of course I do.  They're wonderful.  It's been so great to have
all of you living right upstairs."

"Then why don't you show them you love them like you used to?"

"I love the girls, Alison."  Then Bill blurted it out without
thinking: "I love them too much."

"Oh," said Alison, freezing.

He tried to backtrack.  "I mean, I raised you and Matt, and it
was wonderful.  Watching you grow up.  But I always missed the
younger versions of you.  And I can see Tara and Kira getting
older right before my eyes.  I'm already missing the Tara who ran
across the airport to give me a big hug.  She wouldn't do that
any more.  I don't know if I can stand having them grow up on me
too.  So maybe I'm withdrawing so I don't get hurt."

That wasn't a bad effort, Bill thought.

She saw right through it.  "You'll tell me the truth, won't you
dad?"

"Of course," Bill said.  He wasn't entirely sure he would,
depending on how personal the question, but he knew he wouldn't
lie about any of the stuff that mattered most.

"Have you abused them?"

"No!" he said, looking her squarely in the eye.  She relaxed
visibly.

"But..."  Bill realized that if he finished this sentence, there
was no hope of covering up his forbidden desires any more.  His
voice dropped to a whisper.  "It's so tempting, though, and I'm
afraid I might.  I'm so sorry, Allie.  I can afford childcare, at
least for a little while.  I'll find another place to live.  I'll
still do my best to support you..."

Allie held up her hand to stop him.  "Dad, don't panic.  Give me
a minute."  Allie looked stunned.  Bill stewed in self-loathing.

"Did you ever abuse me, Dad?"

"No!  I never even felt the urge."

"I didn't think so...  Thank you."

"Well, as I said, it was nothing."

"Why can't you be the same with them?"

"I don't know, Allie, it's just different.  I mean, so far I do
act the same, but ... there is this fire burning inside me."

"Why, dad?"

"I don't know, honey.  Why do you feel attracted to men?"

Allie looked thoughtful, then shrugged before straightening up. 
"Can you keep on for the next few days as we have been?  Pick
them up from school?  Get them snack?  Dinner?"

"Sure, Allie."  Bill thought that would work OK.

It was still hard seeing their adorable young bodies. It helped a
little that something would change in a few days.  It also helped
that he had told Allie of his perversion, and she was still
speaking to him.

-------------

It was Monday evening, and Allie had invited Bill up to talk in
her living room.

"Let's review what's happened.  You didn't do anything, right?"

"Right."

"And when you were afraid you would, you changed things so you
wouldn't be tempted."

"Yeah, I tried to," Bill sighed.

"Thanks, dad.  You're a good man.  You were tempted, and you made
sure you didn't give in."

Bill hadn't thought about it that way.  He shouldn't have those
feelings at all, and not acting on them was the least a civilized
person could do.

Then Allie started tearing up.  "You've been a wonderful dad to
me, when we were growing up, and since then too.  A real rock in
my life.  A rock who loves me."  She smiled at the metaphor gone
awry.

"And now you tell me you've got these feelings that are
disgusting.  At least that's what the whole world says.  And the
world thinks you're a disgusting person just for having them."

Bill hung his head in shame.

"But I know you're not disgusting.  I know you're a good man.

"Look at me, dad."

Bill raised his head.

Allie looked him in the eye.  "Do you want to hurt them?"

"No!"

"I ... I knew that, I just had to ask.

"So if you did something and they didn't like it, you'd stop,
right?"

"Yes, I'd stop.  Look, I won't even start.  But it tears me apart
inside hugging and snuggling with them all the time. Imagine
sleeping next to Ethan Johnson naked, every night."

Allie smiled.  She had had a massive crush on Ethan when he was a
senior and she was in ninth grade.  Bill and her mother had
refused to let her date him, and it had led to many tears and a
few loud fights.

"I'm sorry, Allie.  I guess I'm a sick man."  His eyes moistened.

Allie hesitated only a moment.  "Dad, you've been there for me
all my life.  Now I'm going to be here for you, OK?"

"That's nice, Allie.  But how?"

"Why don't you tell me what you'd like to do with my daughters."

"Allie!"

"I'm going to listen, and I trust that whatever feelings you
describe are fine feelings.  I don't think the desires are
disgusting.  As long as you don't want to hurt them."

"It's not that simple, Allie.  And they're private!"

"Hmmmm.  I'll tell you a few secrets about Kyle and me."

"You don't have to..."

"No, I want to.  Will you be a good father and listen?"  She gave
an impish grin.

She took Bill's hesitant silence as consent.

"He liked to do me in the butt.  At first we fought about it
because it seemed gross to me, but I tried to keep an open mind,
and we did it, and it was so naughty it felt great."

Bill wasn't sure he wanted to hear this, but he tried to be a
modern man, to go along with his daughter's way.

"He got some porn movies, and I was disgusted when I found out. 
But I agreed to watch them, and they were really hot.  I made him
get rid of the ones where the women were being degraded, but the
others seemed OK.  They were actors and actresses, putting on a
show about two people having a lot of fun doing one of the things
people love best.  It was a big turn-on for me!"

Bill wasn't sure where this disclosure was leading. Surely there
were limits?  "Why are you telling me this?  So, was Kyle's dick
big?  Did you have lots of orgasms?  Were they big ones?  When
did you first lose your virginity?  Did it hurt bad?  How many
guys have you done it with?  Huh?"

"Kyle's dick was pretty average, I'd say.  Not circumcised," she
said with a smile.

"That's enough, Allie!  I wasn't serious."

"I've done it with eight guys.  The first was Nathan.  He was a
real jerk.  Shoved it in when I wasn't really ready and came a
few seconds later.  It didn't hurt as much as I thought, though.
On our next date he raped me, at least that's what we'd say now.
I wanted him to get me hotter before I let him in, but he
wouldn't wait.  Just had to get that dick in."

Bill was mumbling, "Allie, Allie," and covering his ears, but he
wasn't mumbling very loud and wasn't covering his ears very
tightly.  It was fascinating.

"Then Byron.  He was a lot kinder, and tried to do what would
work for me, and I enjoyed myself with him.  But he wasn't all
that sexy frankly."

"Then there was Mr. Wright, my Religion professor in college."

Bill looked up at that.  "You did it with a professor?"

"Yes, dad," Allie looked down.  "We had an affair for two months
or so.  He was a great lover.  I was coming all the time with
him.  Massive orgasms, usually two or three."

Bill held up his hand.  "OK, Allie, that's enough."

"So now, dad, what do you want to do with little Tara and Kira?"

"Oh, Allie..."

"Please, daddy," she said, making big sad puppy eyes.  That had
usually gotten her what she wanted when she was younger.

Allie had told him some very personal things.  It would be a
relief to share some of the feelings that he held inside.  Bill
started speaking, head down.

"I want to run my hands all over their chests."

"Mmmm!  Sounds like fun."

"I want to slide my hands all up and down the inside of their
thighs, especially when they have dresses on."

Allie shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"See, you don't want to hear about it, really!"

Allie paused and got slightly pink, but continued.  "No, dad,"
she said softly.  It ... Hearing the fantasy turns me on.  See,
I'm kind of perverted too."

Bill managed a hint of a smile as he glanced up at her, then
continued.  "I want to kiss them, not just once, but for hours,
like grown-ups, lips all over each other.  I want to put my hands
on the crotch of their panties and gently rub, rub, rub."  Bill
made the motion with his fingers in the air.

Confessing these fantasies had given him a rock-solid erection.

It was hard to read Allie's expression.

He decided to press on and let his fantasies go wild.

"I want to pull the panties down, and spread their legs, and lick
the entire area, gently, maybe poke my tongue into their little
vaginas.  There, how's that?"

"OK, dad," Allie said, smiling.  "Let me think."

"Heard enough sick fantasies?"

"No, dad, that's not it."

"What, then?"

"You know, when they teach girls all about stranger touch, there
are a couple scenarios.  One is in case men force themselves on
them.  But there is another one.  The thing is, the girls might
like it."

Bill didn't absorb that at the time, and instead changed the
subject.  "Did you do it with any other professors?"

"No, dad."  She rattled off the names of her other lovers, one of
whom Bill had met briefly, the others just other men she had met
at college.

"But back to the other thing, dad, I listened to all your
fantasies.  And I'm not disgusted by any of them."

Bill wasn't sure what to say.  "That's nice," he mumbled.

------------

Bill sat in his living room chair in a daze after Allie left,
reviewing what had happened in the past couple days.  Had the
conversations really gone as he thought they had?  Allie had
probed for why he wasn't being affectionate with her daughters. 
He had stupidly let slip that he loved them too much, and Allie
had figured out that meant sexually.  She had not looked at him
like he was a monster.  Then she had made a point of trying to
make him feel OK with his fantasies.  She had told him about her
own sex life, and encouraged by her sharing, he had shared too. 
He had spoken of doing all those nasty things he wanted to do
with her daughters, and she hadn't run screaming.  She had said
the fantasies weren't gross, and she had even got turned on a
little.  One layer of Bill's shame dropped away.  He had an image
of Kira pulling her panties down and smiling at him.

He hurried to his bathroom and pulled down his own pants.  Facing
the sink he caught sight of his bulging manhood in the mirror. 
He started stroking, rocking his hips forward in a fast fucking
motion as his hand pumped up and down.  It took less than a
minute.  He fantasized about Kira with her panties down, pussy
lips spread wide.  But this time in his fantasy she smiled at
him, and he felt an extra layer of pleasure as jets of milky cum
spurted onto the mirror and into the sink.

As he was catching his breath and cleaning up, Allie's words came
back to him.  Had she said that one scenario for stranger touch
is that the girls might enjoy it?  Yes, she had.  Why had she
said that?  Was she possibly thinking that doing something about
his fantasies might be OK?  The idea of being sexual with Tara
and Kira was terrifically exciting, of course.

But above all Bill the Good Man wanted what was best for his
granddaughters.  Would he need to step in to protect them if
Allie lost her compass on the matter?

------------

Allie had said there was going to be a family meeting Saturday
after breakfast.  Bill had thought perhaps she had a new child
care arrangement to announce.

Kira, Tara, Allie and Bill gathered in Allie's living room.

"I call this family meeting to order!"  Everyone sat up straight.

"So, Kira, what do you think about grandpa?"

"I like him."

"Has anything changed lately?"

"He doesn't hug us any more, or pay attention like he used to."

"Yeah!" Tara put in.

"You'd like him to do those things again, right?"

Both girls nodded vigorously.

"Why don't you ask grandpa why things changed."

The girls looked at Bill.

"Go on, ask."

Tara spoke up.  "Grandpa, how come you don't love us any more?" 
Her lip quivered as she spoke.  That summary of her fears pierced
Bill's heart.

What was Allie doing?  She wasn't going to bring up Bill's
fantasies for discussion, was she?  Certainly not with all four
of them present?

"I, I do still love you," he said, unable to look at either girl.

"Then why can't we snuggle with you any more?" Kira asked.

Bill started blushing.

"It's OK," Allie said softly.  "Just tell them."

"Allie..."

"You can just say it," she continued quietly.

"Because, I ..."  He looked at Allie, pleading for help.

"He loves you, but he loves you so much he wants to touch you
places he doesn't think he should."

"Like they tell us in school?" Kira put in.  "Places a stranger
shouldn't touch?"

"That's right," Bill managed.

"What?" asked Tara.  "What is it?  What places?  Huh?"

"You're too young to know about that," Kira said.

Tara started fuming, but Allie chimed in to head off trouble. 
"Your chest, and between your legs."

Tara hesitated just a moment, then jumped up and ran to Bill. 
Jeans and panties dropped to the floor in one fluid motion.  "You
can touch me between the legs," she said.

"Tara!" said Kira.  "Those are your private parts!  Pull your
pants up!"

"Thanks, Tara, but that's not a good idea," said Bill, a bit
overwhelmed.  He started pulling her pants back up and she
finished the job, looking a little confused.

Allie smiled.  "That was nice of you, Tara... Kira, it's not that
simple.  Grandpa isn't a stranger.  We're all in charge of our
own bodies.

"There's a new rule around this house.  We can show each other
any parts of our bodies we want, if the other person wants to
see.  We can touch other people if they don't mind.  We never
have to if we don't want, but we can."

"Huh?" said Tara.

Allie made it concrete for her.  "If grandpa wants to see between
your legs and you want to show him, you can!  If he wants to
stroke your chest and it's OK with you, let him!"

This didn't sound much like a new rule to Tara.  She had just
begun learning about modesty, and the idea that it didn't apply
around the house seemed like no big deal.  "Now can I sit in your
lap?" Tara asked.

"Yes," Bill said, absentmindedly.  What was Allie doing?  The
rule in itself technically caused no problems.  He would make it
clear he didn't want to touch them and didn't want to see
anything.  Technically.

Tara didn't sit.  As Bill reclined on the sofa, she plastered
herself against his front, legs spread wide.  She turned her face
to the side, ear against Bill's chest, and with misty eyes she
looked at her sister and her mother.

Bill kissed the top of Tara's head and wrapped his arms around
her back.  Uncertainly, with tentative glances at Kira and Allie,
he patted her butt gently twice.  He had a temptation to stop
patting and rest his hand there... but that would be no good.

"There are two more rules.  First, no one ever has to keep any
secrets from me or each other if you don't want.  Second, no one
can tell anyone else outside the four of us.  It's just our
secret."

Allie smiled.  "Any further business for the family meeting?" 
She didn't wait for a reply.  "OK, meeting adjourned!"

Kira looked enviously at her sister soaking in affection from her
grandpa, but then uncertainly went off to her room.

"Grandpa, can we go down to your place and you read me the goblin
story again?"

"OK," Bill said.

Bill found Allie.  "Tara wants to come down to my place," Bill
said.  "Is that OK?"

"Of course!" she said, though Bill thought he saw a moment of
doubt.  "Be nice!  Both of you," and smiled at Bill.  "We'll see
if this helps your problem -- and theirs," Allie added with a
smile.

"I'm just going to read," Bill said.

As Bill's door closed behind them, Tara spied a book on the table
and said, "Read me more from 'Little House In the Big Woods'!"

Bill picked up the book and settled into the armchair.  Tara
plopped in his lap.  He enjoyed the warmth of her butt against
his crotch.  As he held the book open and started reading, his
hand crept onto the front of her shirt.  First he rested it
against her chest.  That was OK, right?  No permission needed for
that.

He should just put his hand down at his side.  He had meant it
when he told Allie all he was going to do was read.  But the hand
didn't move.  He desperately wanted to stroke her chest.  All he
had to do was to ask.  As in a dream, he spoke, "Is that OK?"

Tara took a moment to figure out what he was talking about, then
said, "You can touch me anywhere!"

Bill had the faintest glimmer of his conscience receding,
weakening, then vanishing from sight.  He wanted to touch her. 
She was OK with it.  Her mother was OK with it.

"Be sure to tell me if I do something you don't like."

"You can do anything."

"Well," Bill said, "Let's see."  Playfully he pinched her
nostrils shut with one hand and her lips shut with the other. 
Realizing she couldn't breathe, she shook him off and giggled.

So as Bill read about Laura, Mary, and Pa, his hand traced gentle
circles with his fingers on the front of Tara's shirt.  Beneath
Tara his erection grew.  A couple times he gave in to a strong
urge to give an upward surge with his pelvis.  She would complain
if she didn't like it, but he doubted she even noticed.

"Can you be my horse?" she asked when the chapter was over.

That game was hard on his back, so he didn't let them play it
very often.  He thought of a way to make it well worth the
potential backache.

"Well..." he said.  "On one condition."  All he had to do was
ask.  He had blanket permission as long as she agreed.

"What?" she asked.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "You ride me without any
pants or panties on."

Bill had cut himself loose from the morality of the world.

She smiled at that, and in a flash had removed pants and panties
-- her shoes had come off as soon as she was in the door.  She
started taking her shirt off, but he said, "No, leave that on,
OK?"  She shrugged.

So Bill made like a horse, whinnied, and Tara mounted him.  She
had on a shirt and socks, but nothing else.  Looking over his
shoulder he could see her pussy lips spread wide as she rode his
back.  He could feel the warmth of her girl sex through his
shirt.

He had the image of a stallion with its cock lengthening
impressively as he prepared to mount his mare.  His more modest
human cock was hard and twitching within his pants as he gave
Tara a horsy ride.  He exaggerated the up and down motion,
reveling in the feel of her pussy pressing against his back again
and again.

--------

Three sharp raps on the floor above were the signal from Allie
that lunch was ready.  Tara dressed and they headed upstairs.

Seated at the lunch table, Tara recounted her activities with the
grandpa who had suddenly started loving her again.

"He read me a chapter from 'Little House In the Big Woods' while
I sat on his lap!"  Apparently she felt no need to mention the
massage he had given her chest.

"Then he gave me a horsy ride -- but he had me take my pants
off!"

Bill looked anxiously at Allie.  Was this really going to be all
right with her?  She looked at him and shook her head slightly,
as if to say, "You naughty man!" but it was entirely friendly and
accepting.

But Kira fumed.

After lunch Allie set Tara up with an engrossing craft project in
her own room so the other three of them could talk.

"Kira is feeling left out," Allie reported simply.

"I'm sorry, kiddo," Bill said.

"Can I come downstairs with you after lunch?" asked Kira.

"Yes..." he said, equivocating.

Allie said, "Remember, Kira, he feels like doing naughty things
with you.  Anything naughty you'd be willing to do?"

Kira was noncommittal.

"Just remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want --
but he doesn't have to let you snuggle, either!"
"Kira, can I kiss you?" Bill asked.

After consideration Kira said, "Sure."

"I mean, like a lot longer than we usually do."

"OK," the six-year-old said, looking uncertain.

Allie smiled.

--------

Bill read Kira the same chapter from "Little House" that he had
read to Tara, careful not to touch her in any of the forbidden
places.

"Now can I have a horsy ride?" she asked.

"You're awfully big for that!" Bill said.

"Please!" she wheedled.

"Well, what about that kiss."

"OK," she said.

As they sat in the chair together, she started by giving him the
ceremonial family kiss on the lips.  Bill repeated it with her,
and then repeated it again.  She smiled with amusement.

Then he rested his lips against hers, gently brushing grandpa
lips against little girl lips.  She broke the embrace to look at
him.

"You want to stop?" he asked.

She knew without asking that she hadn't offered him enough
intimacy yet to warrant a horsy ride.

For answer she closed her eyes and pushed her lips up at him.  It
was so sweet, Bill thought.

Their lips met again, brushing lightly over each other.  After a
minute, Bill said, "Can we lie on the sofa?  My neck's getting
tired from bending down."

In the new, more comfortable position they kissed for some
minutes, making the telltale little noises as lips joined and
parted again.  Then Bill could feel Kira relax.  She started
initiating kisses, and her breathing showed she was actively
enjoying it.  He tentatively tried pushing his tongue between her
lips.  When she caught on to what he was doing they started
exploring each other's mouths with tongues.  Kira was amused at
first, then taken with the sensations.

Bill started winding down the kissing after fifteen minutes, and
Kira came out of it too.  She did not immediately suggest
claiming the horsy ride she had earned.

"I liked that, Kira; did you?"

Kira nodded.

"Would you mind if I kissed your face a little?"

Kira didn't seem to understand, so he took the liberty of
demonstrating.  He kissed her cheeks, then moved to the side of
her neck and her ear.  She squirmed and giggled when he found a
ticklish spot, but mostly she took it in and seemed to enjoy the
sensuality of it.

Next Bill started licking her cheeks, chin, front and sides of
her neck, pausing now and then to go back to kissing.

After fifteen minutes of that he pulled back gently and looked at
her.  That was enough forbidden play for one day.  He settled
onto his back beside her and she promptly rolled over and
snuggled against him.  To his surprise she pressed her pelvis
against his leg several times.

He offered her a horsy ride, but after a few steps she realized
she really was too big.  Instead, she got him to play over an
hour's worth of cards:  Go Fish, Crazy 8s, and Uno.

-------------

"Let's go upstairs and get you some dresses, OK?"

Both girls seemed happy with that.  They both suggested their
Sunday best, but Bill wanted something they could play in more
freely.  They settled on sleeveless summer dresses, Tara's pink
and Kira's light blue.  Tara settled on his left in the big chair
in his apartment, Kira on his right.  Bill surreptitiously
adjusted his soft cock so it pointed up towards his belly, as he
knew it would soon be hard.

Reading the same chapter twice in "Little House" had been a bit
tedious for Bill, though in a way nothing was tedious when he
could run his hands over one of his little granddaughters.  He
would have gladly read the entirety of the stock price listings
in the newspaper for that privilege.  Now the girls were ready to
hear the next chapter together.

"Can you hold the book open, Kira?" Bill asked.

"Why?"

"Because then I have a hand to touch each of you.  Otherwise one
of you might feel left out."

"Why do you like to touch us, grandpa?" asked Kira.

It wasn't the right time to explain the facts of life and his
unusual variant on natural attractions.  "I just do.  Why do you
like chocolate?"

"It just makes you feel good like chocolate?" Tara looked
puzzled.

"Mmmm, hmmmm."  He licked her cheek.  "Milk chocolate," then he
licked Kira, "dark chocolate."  They both smiled.

As he read more of the adventures of the Ingalls family, his hand
traced over Tara's sides and belly through the thin fabric of her
dress.  He tentatively touched his hand to Kira and looked
questioningly at her.  She smiled her consent.

So his hands moved in stereo on each of his little darlings.  He
started to pull the front of Kira's dress out from her body to
peek down at her immature nipples, but she shook her head and
pressed the dress back against her chest.  He kissed her cheek to
let her know that her refusal was OK.  Tara was happy to let him
peek down her front.  It was such an enticing view that he didn't
realize he had stopped reading until Kira nudged him back to
business.

"You could touch me easier if I was naked," said Tara.

"Oh, that would be like gobbling the whole chocolate bar at
once!" he said.  "I like to nibble."

He felt the urge to rock his hips upward and decided to let
himself do it, his engorged tip rubbing slightly against his
briefs.  He kept doing it every minute or so.

He moved his attention to the girls' thighs through the fabric of
the dress, slowly rubbing back and forth.  Kira didn't mind that.
 He slid his hand between the thighs, pushing each dress down
between the girl's legs.

When the chapter was over, both girls hopped up.  "Now we can go
to Drumlin Farm!" Tara exclaimed with excitement.  There were
farm animals there for the kids to pet, and injured wild animals
to see.

"Wait, just one more thing, if that's OK."

He nudged Tara to stand right in front of him as he leaned
forward.  With both hands he stroked her calves and knees, then
slowly slid his right hand up the inside of her thigh under her
dress.  He took his time, luxuriating in each inch of smooth
flesh as he worked his way upwards.

"Should I pull my dress up?" asked Tara.

"No," put in Kira, "That would be like biting into the
chocolate."  She understood a bit of the logic of her grandpa's
attraction.

"Oh, Tara, that is so nice!" he said, with passion.

Kira shifted uneasily from foot to foot.

Tara had instinctively moved her feet apart as his hand moved
higher.  Finally his hand touched the crotch of her panties, warm
and dry.

His face was slack with excitement.  "Can I put my fingers
inside?" he asked.

Tara and Kira were both studying his face.  Tara smiled and
nodded, and he snaked his fingers around under the cloth and
fingered the smooth skin of her labia.  All that was visible was
his forearm disappearing under her dress.

"Thank you!" he said, removing his hand.

Tara and Bill looked at Kira.  "Now you have to do it!" said
Tara.

Kira shook her head.

"Yes you do!  It's not fair!" Tara put in.

"No, she doesn't," Bill said, but with a touch of disappointment.

Kira sensed his disappointment, then leaned forward and whispered
in his ear, "You could do it with me, but not with her watching."

Bill was sorely tempted.  His penis twitched at the memory of
their long kiss on the sofa.  But Tara would be very unhappy to
be left out.

He went to his high cupboard where he kept the candy, then leaned
down to Tara:  "You've been really, really nice to me, but now
I'd like to go in the bedroom alone with Kira, just for a little.
 Are you a big enough girl to be OK with that?"

Tara started to protest, but he held out two Hershey's Kisses. 
"You can have these.  Please?"

Candy was never allowed before supper time.  She took them and
smiled, not thrilled but willing to accept the bribe.

Bill took Kira's hand and led her quickly into the bedroom and
shut the door.  Kira locked it, not trusting Tara's self-control.
 Bill thought that was probably prudent.

"You can have four Kisses later," he said.

He sat beside Kira on the bed.  Kira reached up to give him a
long kiss, and Bill returned it briefly.  But he knew Tara would
get impatient, and he wanted more.

He then repeated with Kira what he had done with Tara, but much
faster.  He eagerly put his hand at her knees and started sliding
it up under her dress, massaging her inner thighs as he went. 
Kira smiled.  He let her dress ride up, and he gently nudged her
to lie back on the bed.  He slid his hand down the front of her
panties and started massaging quickly.

Kira looked uncertain for a few seconds, but pushed her pelvis
back at him.  That was so exciting Bill thought his cock would
burst.

He could go to the bathroom for a few quick jerks and release,
but he wanted it to be with Kira.  "Let me know if this isn't
OK," he said.  He leaned over on top of her and pressed his
crotch against her dress over her belly.  She looked confused as
he started thrusting back and forth, his member beneath briefs
and pants.  She looked uncertain and a bit alarmed, but as she
wasn't saying "no" he kept going.

His dick didn't want to be rubbing against cloth, of course.  It
wanted to be sliding into a warm, wet vagina.  But he convinced
it that this was the best it was going to get, and he felt his
climax approaching.

"Aren't you done yet?" Tara asked from outside, trying the door.

"Just a minute," Bill panted.  The interruption broke his
concentration for a moment, but he continued with his rhythm,
speeding up a bit.  Kira's stomach jiggled beneath him with each
thrust.  He didn't have long.  Tara muttered and whined.

A few more strokes and he felt it beginning.  "Oh, Kira!" he
whispered urgently, then gobs of cum spurted into his underpants.
 It certainly wasn't the best orgasm of his life, but it was
release, and it was very special seeing Kira's gorgeous face as
he pressed against her body.

She still looked perplexed and a little uncomfortable.  "Oh,
Kira, thank you so much!  I'm sorry I didn't explain,"  he
managed as he caught his breath.  "I'll tell you later.  But that
was like a big chocolate sundae for me -- a huge one!  You can
have ten Hershey's kisses, just don't tell Tara."  With that he
kissed her gently all over the face, then briefly on her lips,
though Kira didn't seem to be in the mood for kissing.

He quickly got up and pulled Kira to her feet, adjusting her
panties and dress as he did.

"OK, Tara," he said, walking a bit unsteadily to the door to open
it and let her in.

"Now we can go to Drumlin Farm!" he said.

"What were you doing?" Tara asked, looking back and forth between
them.

Kira's confusion readily gave way to more familiar territory: 
her big sister superiority.

"None of your business," she said.  This did not improve Tara's
mood.

Bill turned and looked at Kira pleadingly, "We did the same
things I did to you."  Kira got the message.  She could have her
secret with grandpa, and if they were going to have a good time
on their outing it was better not to upset her little sister.

Bill sponged himself off in the bathroom and changed briefs.

The girls loved the afternoon.  After a quick lunch at McDonald's
they spent hours at Drumlin Farm.  Bill took turns giving the
girls rides on his shoulders.  He treated each of them to a pony
ride.  For dinner they went to Bertucci's and he let them share a
big piece of chocolate cake.

--------------

Bill didn't suggest anything sexual with Kira for two weeks.  She
didn't ask about what had happened in the bedroom and he didn't
want to explain anything any faster than she wanted.  He made
sure to touch her just the way she wanted and as much as possible
just love her on her own terms.

Tara, on the other hand, liked experimenting with sex play.  When
bath time was over and she was dry she asked him to stroke her
chest and slide his hands up the insides of her thighs.  She
wiggled her butt at him.

When it wasn't bath time, she was happy to let him slide his hand
down the back of her panties and reach her pussy lips that way,
and to reach down the front and back at the same time.

He had always been fascinated watching the girls pee, and now he
asked Tara to spread her legs wide so he could move in close and
have an especially close view.

Bill tried kissing Tara more intimately as he had with Kira, but
she didn't seem to quite get it.  So he was content to let that
wait until later.

On one particular night after bath time, he watched Tara pee and
wipe herself, then found himself stroking her pussy lips for
longer than usual as he got very aroused.

"Can we go into your bedroom and try something before you go to
bed?" he asked her.

"Sure!" she said.

Once in the bedroom Tara closed and locked the door.  "I don't
want Kira to see."

Bill pulled back the covers on Tara's bed and got her to lie
back.  Tara was still naked from her bath.

After running his hands all up and down her body he asked, "Can I
kiss your chest?"

She nodded, and Bill kissed a bit but soon started licking,
making Tara squirm and giggle.  Soon he focused on her tiny
nipples, and licked them slowly, while above he stroked her hair.
 He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked very gently.

Satisfied, he looked adoringly at his granddaughter and said,
"Tara, you are so great.  You make your grandpa feel so good!" 
Tara smiled happily.

"There's one more thing I'd like to do."  He gently stroked her
labia.  "I'd like to kiss you down here."

Tara made a face.  "Down there?  It's dirty!"

"You just took a bath, so it's not dirty.  But it feels kind of
naughty, right?"

"Yeah," she said, not looking convinced she wanted to do this.

"I'll give you twelve M&Ms," Bill said hopefully.  "And I'll be
really slow.  I'll be licking it like an ice cream cone.  If you
want me to stop, just say so."

"OK," Tara said, still uncertain.

He never tired of looking into those big blue eyes.  Bill kissed
her once on the lips, and then on each cheek before moving down
the bed to approach his prize.  First he just licked up and down
her labia on the outside.  Tara giggled once, then stopped.

He lifted his head, "I like that so much, Tara.  Is that OK with
you?"  She nodded.

He went back to licking.  Slowly he spread her legs wider so the
labia naturally parted a little.  Then he placed his fingers on
the outside parts and gently pulled them apart, revealing fully
her girl parts.  He feasted on the sight.  He licked her vaginal
opening gently, exploring it, but he soon adjusted his licks to
linger on her clitoris each time.

It took Tara's clit a few minutes to wake up, but once it did
Bill could feel her wiggle her hips a bit and start breathing
more deeply.

"Oh grandpa, that feels soooo ... mmmmmmmm."

"I'm so glad you like it.  That's the feeling I get that I said
was like eating chocolate."

"Mmmmmm."

Bill happily returned to licking out his little granddaughter,
and his arousal became so great he felt it as frustration.  After
half an hour Tara's pleasure seemed to wane, and evidently she
had not had an orgasm.

"Tara," he began.  "There's a spot between my legs that lets me
feel really good just like you've been feeling good.  Now if it's
OK with you, I'm going to put my hand in my own underpants for a
few minutes to make it feel good."  It felt very exciting just to
tell her.

"OK," Tara said, looking down with curiosity as Bill slid a hand
down through the top of his jeans and briefs.  He made sure she
didn't see anything of what was inside.

The pleasure built, but Bill needed a little more.  "Tara, can
you hold your little lips down here apart so I can see?"

She did, and with the sight of her exposing her little organs to
him the pleasure throbbed, and he spurted cum all over his hand
and underpants, "Oh, Tara!  Ohh, Mmmmmm, Aaaahhhhh!"

He flopped down on the bed below her.  She scooted down to hug
him.  He tried to wipe most of his cum off his hand as he pulled
it out of his pants, but despite his care a little ended up on
her naked back.  He smeared it around so it would dry and she
wouldn't notice.

Tara was looking sleepy, so Bill extricated himself and helped
her into her pajamas.  He left after a last hug and kiss.

-------------

Allie and Bill told the girls repeatedly never to talk to anyone
else about any of the naughty things they did.  They didn't
realize at the time what a risk they were taking, but fortunately
neither girl talked.

When the two of them were alone one evening, Allie asked, "How's
my dad doing with his sexy granddaughters?"

Bill was getting more comfortable with telling of his encounters.
 "I did some French kissing with Kira.  I also slid my hands up
between their legs."  He didn't really want to talk about the
other stuff, though he would if pressed.

"Is that it?" she asked.

"Well..." he said.

"The girls tell me you're quite the pervert.  Or rather, from
what they tell me, I see you're quite the pervert!"  She said it
with a good-natured smile.  "Eating out little Tara, dry humping
Kira.  And you like to watch Tara pee!  I thought only little
boys were curious about that!"

Bill shook his head, growing a bit pink.

"Why don't you show them your organ?  I think they'd get a kick
out of it."

"What?  They won't be shocked?"

"Nah.  Kira wants to know why you were bumping against her belly;
I assured her it was fine with me if it was OK with her, but told
her I'd leave it to you to explain.  And Tara's curious to know
what you did with your hand inside your underpants.  Did you
come?"

Allie was being very forthright.  "Yeah," he said.

"Both times?"

"Yeah."

"Good for you!" she chuckled.


---------

As Bill and the girls sat in the armchair in Bill's living room,
he took Tara's hand and put it over the fly of his cords.  He had
an erection as usual.

"Feel anything unusual?" he asked.

"Yeah, what's that bump?" she asked.  She felt around to get its
shape.

Kira eagerly took her turn palpating Bill between his legs. 
"It's kind of like a stick."

"You've seen little boys with their penises?"

Both girls nodded.  "Well, that's my penis."  They looked
confused.

"When a man grows up it gets a lot bigger, and then when he's in
the right mood it gets long and hard like that."

"What's the right mood?"

"When men and women get all lovey-dovey that's the usual time. 
That happens to me too, like when grandma was alive."  Bill had a
sudden pang of loss, but it passed.  "For me, it also happens
when I'm with you.  Would you like to see it?"

They both nodded eagerly.  He didn't have to offer any chocolate
bribes.

Bill led them to his bedroom and folded back the sheets.  He lay
down and took off the cords, the bulge showing much more clearly
when covered only by the thin cotton fabric of his briefs.

"Ready?"

The girls nodded.

"You can leave or tell me to stop any time."

He slowly pulled them down, lifting the cloth a little to get
over his tip.  First the purple head showed, then more and more
of the shaft became visible, lying on its bed of thick pubic
hair.  Finally his scrotum and testicles showed up.  He pulled
the briefs down the rest of the way.

They were both fascinated, and neither looked frightened.  He
lifted his cock so they could see the rigidity of his full seven
inches.

"Can I touch it?" asked the ever-intrepid Tara.  Bill nodded.

He thrilled at her small hand's first touch.  She stroked it a
little, lifted it, and squeezed it gently.   Kira first focused
on his scrotum.  Looking at the smooth skin from the base of the
scrotum all the way to his anus, she said, "You don't have any
slit!"

"Nope, we boys and men never do."

"Weird."  Kira wanted her turn on the main attraction, and Tara
readily gave up her exclusive rights.

Bill gulped before going on.  Would they really be OK with this?
"What makes me feel really good is when it moves back and forth
against something.  I was rubbing it against my underpants when I
was on top of you, Kira.  And my hand was rubbing it when I was
with you, Tara."

The girls nodded.

"You know how boys pee out the end of it?"  He showed them the
little hole in the end.  They both nodded, though Tara's nod was
delayed enough to make Bill wonder if she really had known that.

"When I feel really, really good, whitish stuff shoots out the
end too."

Tara giggled.

"It's not pee."

Bill was dying for release.  He loved the idea that his
granddaughters would be watching.

"I'd like to get that really good feeling now, and if you could
show me something naughty I'd love it."  He started stroking up
and down.

Tara immediately stripped and began rubbing her own pussy lips. 
Kira hesitated just a minute, then she pulled her pants down just
a little.  "Turn around and wiggle your butts, OK?"  How
enticing!

"OK, watch!" Bill said.  His pelvis arched up, "Nnnnnnnhhhhh!" he
gasped as a jet of semen splatted on his neck.  With the next
arch another shot out onto his chest, and a third dribbled into
his bellybutton.

Tara giggled.

"First I clean it up," he said after catching his breath,
grabbing tissues from his bedside table.  When he had finished,
he said, "And now, if you girls are willing, I'd love a naked
little beauty on each side of me."

This time Kira didn't hesitate to strip completely, and soon one
warm wiggly body pressed against one side, another against the
other.  Sweet breath and the smell of girl wafted to him from
both sides.  He was in heaven.  His limp organ rested content. 
Kira periodically rubbed her pelvis against him.

--------

School ended the next week.  Bill took the girls shopping to pick
out four new bathing suits for each of them; he chose one and
they chose the other three.  He got them new summer clothes.

He bought them five new games for the Wii, accessories for their
dolls, and an assortment of other toys and games.

While Allie worked and studied, Bill took the girls to pick
strawberries, to the Science Museum, Six Flags, the Children's
Museum, and the zoo.  They went to the beach at least a couple of
times every week.  The suits were nearly as revealing of the
shape of their pussies as panties, but it was somehow permissible
in the one case, but not the other.

Bill enjoyed their company and their delight at every new thing.
He really did like them the way any grandpa likes his
granddaughters.  He just had this other way he liked them, too.

--------------

The three of them were alone again a few days after he had jerked
off while the girls watched.  "Grandpa, will you lick my peepee
again?" Tara asked.

"Sure," he said, eyeing Kira and wondering how she would react.

Tara had eagerly reported Bill's tongue work and how it had felt
really good, but Kira wasn't interested. Now they would see how
she felt about watching.

Tara lay back and spread her legs wide.

"Let's talk about words," grandpa said.  "'Peepee' is fine, but
there are grown-up words too.  The official name for this whole
area, everything you can see, is 'vulva', but it's also called a
'pussy' or 'twat'.  These," he said, touching them and wiggling
them open and shut, "are 'labia', but the sexy name is 'pussy
lips'.

"This little tiny thing," he said, "which feels really good, is
officially 'clitoris', or 'clit' for short."

"And this thing," Bill said, with a touch of reverence, "is the
opening to a tube inside which is a 'vagina', or 'pussy', but the
exciting naughty word for it is 'cunt'."

"My thing is a 'penis' of course, but also known as a 'cock',
'dick', 'prong', 'tool', 'manhood', or 'rod'.  And I'm forgetting
a bunch."

"So many names!" said Kira.

"Well," Bill said, only half in jest, "it's a very important
organ!  The sack below is a 'scrotum', and the little hard things
inside are 'testicles', but they are known as 'balls'."  When I
get that really good feeling, it's called an 'orgasm', but it's
more commonly known as 'coming'.  The stuff that shoots out is
'semen', but is also known as 'sperm' or 'cum', or 'seed', or
'jism'.  And it's exciting for me to use the other words and hear
you use them."

Bill began licking luxuriously all around Tara's delightful
little smooth pussy lips, then inside.  He poked his tongue into
her vagina.  It went farther in than he would have thought, with
no resistance.  Tara giggled.

"You're in my cunt!" she said.

Oh, this girl learned fast!

Bill returned to her small clit, and this time it woke up much
faster.

"Oh, grandpa," she moaned.  He lifted his head to find Kira
staring at them, her hand tentatively rubbing her crotch through
her panties.  When she saw his head come up she quickly withdrew
her hand and looked away.

Bill smiled at her.  "It's OK," he said quietly.  "You can feel
good too.  I even like it when you do."  Kira still looked
uncomfortable.

Bill went back to the enthusiastic little girl whose legs were
spread as wide as they could go, pushing her little crotch up at
him.  He licked carefully, at all different speeds, pressures,
and different spots.  He loved her scent.  But after a while her
interest flagged and he stopped.

When he looked up this time Kira had her hands inside her
panties, and although she froze momentarily when she saw him
looking, she smiled a little and went back to a rhythmic motion.

He had wanted to touch Kira's crotch for a long time, of course.

"I would love to see what's inside those panties," he asked
quietly, "if you're willing."

Kira hesitated.  Then she pulled her panties off and slowly
spread her legs wide to show her grandpa her privates.

"You are so beautiful down there," he said.  Kira looked a little
bashful.

To Bill's surprise, Kira then said, "Tara, time to move over, I
want a turn."

Tara was delighted at the prospect of seeing her big sister
getting the treatment she had, so she sat back quietly to watch.

Kira lay with her legs wide apart.  As Bill approached her little
pussy he asked once more, "Sure you want to do this?"

Kira nodded.  Bill dove into Kira's crack with his tongue. 
Kira's clit needed no time to wake up; she had been rubbing
herself.  She was moaning at once and gasps mixed with the moans
as he continued.  Her hips squirmed, then started bucking
upwards.   He licked a little harder and faster.

"Oh, grandpa!" she moaned.  "I feel ... is it OK?"

"Really good?" he asked, lifting his head.

"Yes!" the young girl panted.

"It's OK, just relax and let it happen.  It will be a nice
surprise," Bill grinned.

"More!  Please?"

He returned to her clit with special care.  Kira panted and
murmured.  She bucked harder and moaned louder, then after a
minute she shrieked.

"What's wrong?" Tara asked, worried.  "Are you OK?" she asked her
sister.

"Mmmmm," said Kira.

Bill lifted his head and elaborated.  "She is OK.  More than OK.
She feels great."

He raised himself to feast his eyes on Kira's face, slack and
more beautiful than ever in its ecstasy.  Her body was relaxed in
all its glory, and she displayed with no shame the private parts
which she had just shared with him and which had just brought her
such pleasure.

"That's how I feel when I shoot the stuff out the end of my
cock," he said.  "You just had an orgasm; you came!"

"Oh, wow!" Kira said.

"It didn't feel that good to me," Tara said.

"Yeah, it didn't. We'll just keep doing things that feel good and
see what happens," Bill added.

"You're too young," Kira put in.  This time she might be right,
but she might not.

"Kira..." Bill said sternly.

------------------

Kira and Tara were naked and waiting for their grandfather's next
interesting suggestion.

"Kira, I've got a new idea."

"Yeah?"

"You know how when I rub my cock and I have an orgasm it feels
really good?"

"Sure."

"Could you rub it for me?  That would feel even better."

"Okay," she said.  Bill pulled the K-Y jelly out of the bedside
table drawer while she sat beside him.  He showed her how to
grasp his organ, firmly but not too tight, and she started to get
the hang of it; it felt good.  But watching her smooth body
beside him, he wanted more.

"Could you lie down on me so I can see between your legs."

She shrugged and assumed an approximation of the "69" position.

"Now, spread your legs really wide, like a frog."

He then had a beautiful view of her smooth little sex, and he
spread the lips gently with his fingers.  Kira looked over her
shoulder briefly and smiled, then returned to stroking her hand
up and down.

"Is there anything I can do?" Tara asked.

Bill briefly considered.

"Oh yes, Tara.  Kneel on the bed here beside me, legs apart a
little, and hold your own pussy lips open."

She eagerly complied, smiling.

Now Bill had two alluring sets of girl pussy lips open before
him, not even a foot from his face.  He started thrusting his
hips upwards a little in rhythmic motion.  He noted with some
surprise and excitement that a little wetness was showing at the
entrance to Kira's pussy.

"Oh, a little faster, Kira!" Bill said.  "Don't stop when the
stuff starts coming out, OK?"

She nodded, and the tingling and urgency grew.  Bill gave a big
groan and a big upwards thrust and his first gob of cum spurted
out.  Kira giggled; it had splatted onto her somewhere, though
Bill couldn't see where.  She hesitated momentarily, which made
Bill feel a moment's agony of frustration, but then she began
stroking again, which was doubly exciting as he spurted again and
again.

"OK, that's great!" he panted.  "You're so sexy."

Kira turned around.

"You're a mess!" Tara exclaimed.

Kira had cum all over her hand, and he had splatted it onto her
cheek and neck.  She tried wiping it off, but with the cum on her
hand she just smeared it around more, which got her giggling.

Bill got her some tissues and she cleaned up.

"You started getting a little wet down here at your pussy," he
said.

Kira looked a little confused.  "Is that bad?" she asked.

"No, but when it happens sometimes it means girls want to feel
good."

Kira squirmed a bit.  "Yeah, doing it to you made me feel funny."

"OK, sweetie, lie back down on top of me and push that gorgeous
pussy of yours up into my face."

She did.  Bill started licking away, and Kira relaxed and made an
"mmmmmm" sound.

Tara spoke, "Is it feeling really good yet, Kira?  Grandpa, will
you do that to me later?"

Kira sagged.  "I can't do it with her in here!  Could you just GO
AWAY," she grumbled.

"I wanna watch!" said Tara.

"Wait, wait!" Bill said, hoping to find a way to keep both girls
happy -- and keep both little bodies in the room with him.  Tara
had been with them before, the first time he had licked Kira to
orgasm and hadn't said anything.  But then she had just been
licked herself for half an hour.  "Listen, Tara, when I am doing
Kira, that's the most important thing in the world at the moment,
and you shouldn't do anything to distract her.  Now if you can
feel like you really want her to feel good and it's all about
her, you can stay and I think she'll be OK with it.  You think
you can do that?  Do you really want your sister to feel good?"

"Yeah," said Tara, and after a pause, "Can I play with myself?"

"Sure you can, if you're quiet and make sure you're looking at
Kira and focusing on how it feels good for her."

Kira grumbled again, but Bill said, "Give it a try, Kira, and see
how it goes."

Bill fingered Kira's pussy lips, opening them.

"Tara, isn't your sister's body beautiful?  Remember how good it
feels?"

"Yeah.  I hope grandpa makes you feel really good, Kira."

Bill returned his tongue to Kira's little clit, and she wriggled
her pelvis just a little.

Tara sat with her legs apart, her finger rubbing her own labia,
but looking intently at where Bill's head was buried between
Kira's legs.

After several minutes of increasingly plaintive moans, Kira
turned her head to the side to see her little sister looking at
where Bill's tongue was giving her such rich waves of pleasure,
and saw the little sister playing with herself, and gasped,
"Faster, grandpa!"

Bill picked up the pace, and within a few seconds, she mushed her
twat down hard onto Bill's face and gave the distinctive groan of
orgasm.

Tara was a very good girl and waited to speak until the other two
had extricated themselves and her big sister was snuggled against
her grandpa's chest.

"That was how it felt really good?" she asked.

Kira nodded.

"I'm so glad you felt really good.  My turn, grandpa?"

Kira thought again of how exciting it had been to see Tara
playing with herself, and had a sudden surge of love for her
little sister.

"What if I try licking your cunt?"

"You?!" Tara exclaimed.

"Why not?" her grandpa asked, grinning.  "I don't really know how
it feels to have little girl parts like you do, but Kira does! 
Maybe she will know better how to make you feel good, maybe even
to come."

The sisters smiled at each other, and then Tara lay back, legs
spread wide, while Kira moved her head up between her legs.

"I've never looked at a girl up close," Kira noted. "I guess I
look like that too?"

"Just as gorgeous," Bill answered.

Kira started licking away, and Tara smiled.  "That's so nice,
Kira!"

Bill's erection had returned, hard and twitching.  "Oh, girls,
it's so exciting to watch you do that!" he said, starting to
stroke his organ.  In that moment he realized, more clearly than
before, that what he really wanted to do was gently push Kira
aside and slide his cock into Tara's little cunt, press deep and
spurt his cum inside her.  The cock wouldn't fit, of course.

"Is it OK if I spurt on you down there?" grandpa asked.

Tara was lost in pleasure and nodded absentmindedly.  Grandpa
watched the big girl licking away in earnest in the little girl's
private parts.  He was wanking away, and within a minute he
leaned over and aimed his cock right at the crevice where Kira's
tongue was licking away.  Just as the first shot was rising from
his balls he remembered that he would be coming on Kira's tongue,
and he hadn't asked permission for that, so he quick guided his
dick up so that his sperm shot right on Tara's little mound.  He
coated the area with his second and third shots.  Tara barely
noticed.  As he was coming down from the fog of his climax he
realized a little of his milky cum was starting to trickle down
towards the junction where tongue was pleasuring clit, so he
reached down to wipe it upward again.

Tara had her eyes closed but her face showed she was straining,
not just enjoying the sensations but wanting more, and Bill
thought she was maybe on the verge of orgasm.  He took his
finger, coated with his semen but not enough to drip off, and
placed it an inch from Tara's nose so her feminine smell
receptors would receive the distinctive male odor.  She
immediately shrieked and convulsed.  Bill smiled.

As her afterglow faded, Tara wriggled, making it clear to Kira
that she was done.

The older girl's head came up grinning.  She noticed the blobs
and smears of cum right in front of her and smiled up at her
grandpa.  "Why did you want to shoot the cum onto her?"

"I just do.  It's just another bit of that chocolate.  Maybe like
the hot fudge."  He would leave an explanation of the basic
reproductive desire for another day.

"Oh Kira, that felt so really good!"

"Congratulations, Tara," Bill said.  "You now know what orgasms
are like."

"Can I have another one?" she asked.

Bill and Kira chuckled.  "Not just yet," Bill answered.


----------------

Allie and Bill were both alert to any harmful effects that their
sexual escapades were having on the girls.  One thing they both
noticed was that as soon as the girls started having regular
orgasms, they showed a new energy in life.  They became more
confident and sociable with friends, more cooperative at home,
brushing off setbacks more easily and seeming to enjoy life more
in every way.

-----------------------------------------------

Bill had a number of framed pictures on his walls.  One was a
painting Matt had done in elementary school, and another was
Allie's.  Matt had more talent, but of course Bill had had to
have one picture by each of them.  As he looked at Allie's
painting one morning, he noticed something a little different, or
was it?  On closer inspect, there was a little dark circle, the
diameter of a AAA battery, perhaps, in one of the dark areas of
the painting.  He looked behind the painting and was startled to
find a tiny electronic device.  It was readily apparent that it
was a camera, and the circle behind the glass in the painting was
the lens.

At first he panicked.  The lens was aimed at his bed.  Were the
police staking him out?  If so, he was finished.  He had done
enough with his granddaughters to land him behind bars for a long
time.  It didn't seem likely, though.  Once they got a look at
one of his sessions with the girls, they would arrest him, not
keep recording.

He readily found the model number on the camera, and quickly
determined from the web just what it was. It broadcast a wireless
signal to a receiver that could be some distance away.

He had a hunch, and when he was up visiting Allie, he picked a
moment when she was logged in but away from her computer to
quickly determine that she had the software installed.  He got as
far as finding a directory full of movies, and quickly looked at
one clip of him eating out Kira while Tara jacked him off.  Then
he felt he ought to rejoin the family so as not to arouse
suspicion.

Later, he thought things over.  Allie had had the opportunity to
see a lot more than his sessions with Tara and Kira.  She
undoubtedly had collected footage of him masturbating, picking
his nose, and admiring his cock beyond what mere masturbation
would require.  He felt like Allie had betrayed his trust, and
that annoyed him.

He had always respected her privacy -- well, at least since high
school, when he had snooped on her computer.  She had caught him
and he had confessed, though with a grown-up's authority he had
argued he needed to check on what she was doing online.  It
wasn't exactly a good excuse, he realized.  There were other
times he had poked through her drawers to see if she was hiding
anything from him.  He didn't exactly have clean hands.

He was also abusing her daughters.  Although she had approved of
the concept, it would still make sense that she would want to
know the specifics to make sure nothing got out of hand.  She was
being a protective mother.

But one piece of evidence didn't fit that picture.  There was no
need for her to keep a whole library of movies.  He had a hunch
that made him smile.

During another stolen moment at Allie's computer, he determined
that she had scheduled the camera to only broadcast during the
afternoons and evenings when the girls might be visiting.  As he
had discovered the camera in the morning and left it in place,
there would be no footage of him finding it, so it seemed
unlikely she knew he had discovered it.

He set his plan in motion.

-----------

On the computer in his study he watched a few boring videos of
Allie moving around her room, getting dressed, putting laundry
away, and so forth.  He also saw her picking her nose and looking
at herself in the mirror while she massaged her breasts and
rubbed between her legs.  He figured all people had little secret
habits, and they didn't bother him.  He hoped she felt the same
about his private antics.

And then he found a scene that took his breath away.  There was
his daughter intently watching her wide-screen TV as it showed
Bill eating out Kira while Tara licked her sister's nipples.

Allie was naked, legs spread wide.  He hadn't seen Allie naked
since she was -- what, five years old? -- and her body was very
sexy, even after two pregnancies, and he studied that body.  Her
breasts were the size of small grapefruits, and the nipples were
big and beautiful.  They had been used for their intended
function, as both girls had nursed.  Her pussy was just perfect,
a tuft of hair above her beautiful pussy lips, now engorged and
spread wide.  Although it wasn't her intention at the moment, her
body was ready to get fucked, and he felt a surge of blood to his
loins.

She had reclaimed these parts as private when she was five, and
she had offered them to seven different young men before settling
on Kyle.  Well, make that six young men and one professor.

Now her fingers massaged away urgently.  From her left hand she
was thrusting several fingers into her pussy, deep and hard.  The
other was pulsing on her clit.

The sound track was faint but distinct, "Do my baby, give it to
her, fuck her!"  That made Bill start.

Allie turned over and stuck her butt up in the air, still
watching intently.  She supported herself on one hand while the
other moved rapidly between her legs.  She alternated between
pulsing on her clit and fucking herself.  And then she groaned
with orgasm -- a big full, woman's orgasm.  After it subsided,
Allie clicked the remote to turn off the video, then sat down. 
Just as she reached up to turn out the light Bill saw a big
satisfied smile on her face.

He realized he had a very hard erection from watching his
daughter masturbate.  He had a momentary glimmer of shame that he
was turned on by his own daughter.  He was already abusing his
granddaughters incestuously, but attraction to his daughter was
the urge to incest in its most basic, forbidden form.  At least
she was a grown woman.  He shrugged.

Going to his bedroom, he started to lie back on the bed, then
realized that Allie's camera was recording him.  He turned out
the light, stripped, and pressed his hips up over and over,
thrusting away into his hand, and with the vision of Allie's butt
up in the air, within seconds his body was primed to spurt.  He
whispered, "Oh, Allie -- I mean, Kira!"  The semen spurted out,
pulse after pulse, as pleasure glowed throughout his body.

He knew his daughter had been open about discussing sex, but this
was a new dimension.  She got off on watching her dad abuse her
own daughters!  Allie had been willing for him and her daughters
to be sexual as long as everyone was willing.  He now realized
that her motivations might not have been entirely pure.

Most astonishing was her fantasy that he actually fuck her
daughters.  There was no ambiguity about it.  That meant penis
inserted into vagina.

He was a pedophile.  What was the word for someone who fantasized
about a pedophile fucking her daughters?

-----------------

The girls still liked all the activities he did with them -- the
reading, make-believe, trips to the park and museums.  At first
he had gotten them into the bedroom as a favor to him.  But he no
longer had to convince them to accompany him.  They were
experiencing sexual pleasure, and they liked it.

He wondered what would be different in their threesome, knowing
Allie would be reviewing their activities.  What he felt was some
extra excitement.  Partly that was because he felt an extra layer
of permission from Allie.  Her rule had been that the girls
didn't need to keep any secrets, but she didn't pry into their
activities with Bill.  But now it was apparent she was right in
there, spying on everything they did and not putting a stop to
any of it.

The biggest turn-on, he realized, was realizing that Allie found
it a turn-on to watch him.

The girls weren't dressed in an especially sexy manner -- pants
and long-sleeved shirts, as the weather had gotten cooler.  Tara
stood in front of him, and lifted her arms so he could lift her
shirt up over her head.  He stroked her chest briefly.  But what
he craved was down lower, so he tugged her pants and panties as a
unit until her ever-alluring little girl labia popped into view.
He stroked them briefly, then kissed them briefly.  He did the
same with Kira.

"I have a new idea today, girls."

"Yeah?" asked Tara with excitement.

"You get like this, Tara," demonstrating by getting into doggy
position with his knees right at the edge of the bed.  "Kira, you
lie down on your back between her hands and legs with your head
near the edge of the bed.  Spread your own legs wide."  That
would be an alluring touch if he peeked around Tara's butt to
look.  "First let me lube up your hands."

"Now, make a little tunnel out of them for my cock and hold it up
here, right below Tara's pussy.  There!  You hold them still and
I'll do the back and forth."

Bill bent down to spread Tara's pussy lips, then licked them,
including the entrance to her tiny cunt hole.  If only his cock
would really fit!

He then stood and approached her little rear end, and slid his
cock along her labia and into Kira's waiting hands.  He began his
in and out motion.  It was amazing!  He started on those urgent
thrusts that lead to orgasm, excited to think Allie would be
watching this later.  It was about as close to fucking her
daughters as he could get.  Just then Kira said, "Come, grandpa!
Shoot your cum all over me!"

Tara pushed her butt back against him and looking over her
shoulder said, "Yeah, grandpa, come!"

That was all it took.  As he imagined his dick sliding deep into
his little granddaughter's cunt a wave of amazing pleasure seized
his brain and he felt the spurts come out.  After his first spurt
the image of Allie watching came into his mind and he felt an
extra surge of pleasure that added some extra force to his second
spurt.  He turned his head slightly towards the camera so his
orgasmic expression was fully visible to anyone watching the
video.

Kira giggled, and when he pulled away he could see that his first
spurt had ended up right on her labia and was now oozing down
between her slit, the next just a bit higher on her, and the last
couple blobs had dripped onto her face.

Bill flopped down on his back on the bed.  "That was so
wonderful, girls!  You're so great!"

They gave him big smiles.  He proceeded to eat Kira out carefully
and patiently.  Tara briefly squatted above Kira's face for some
tongue work, then sat close by to pleasure herself.  After Kira
had convulsed, it was Tara's turn.

-------------

That night when he checked the feed from his camera, he saw Allie
once again spread out naked, looking at the TV and massaging
herself as she looked at the video of Bill pulling his daughters'
pants down and giving them instructions.  She looked especially
excited as Tara positioned herself like a little doggy, and
stopped in amazement as he saw Bill sidle up behind her.  Allie
went at herself like a woman possessed, and she gave a little
scream as she came.  But she went right on pulsing her hand on
her clit until she came again.  Just then the video reached the
point where Bill had turned his head to the camera to show his
orgasmic pleasure -- seeing it now, it looked less like a
natural, innocent turn than he had thought at the time.

Watching now, he saw Allie drag herself from orgasmic bliss to
confront feelings of puzzlement and fear.  She suspected
something!  After a moment, her legs shut and she looked around
for ways to cover herself.  When she had found her bathrobe he
saw her start scanning the room.  The final section of the video
showed Allie's indignant expression as she spotted the camera and
her hand reached up to block the picture.

Bill realized that filming Allie had been a dumb idea.  She could
have found his camera at any time, just like he had found hers. 
The situation had been stable as long as she thought her
activities and proclivities were hidden.  But now they each knew
of the others' spying activities, and knew the other knew.

Now she might come to her senses and stop letting him abuse her
daughters.  But he also knew that this woman was open-minded
enough to share sexual fantasies and accept her father as a child
abuser, though she apparently didn't think of it as abuse.  He
would just have to see what happened.  She had shown that if she
wanted to talk, she would approach him.

------------

The next day Bill noted that Allie acted awkward around him.  She
wasn't seizing the first opportunity to be cool about what they
now knew about each other.  She tried to act as if everything was
normal, but she wasn't a very good actress.  She kept her eyes
cast down and only raised them for the briefest glances at him.

When he got back from an outing with the girls he noticed that
the camera in his bedroom was gone.  And checking his computer,
he saw as expected that his own camera had not received any
transmissions, and knew without a doubt that Allie had removed
it.

He and the girls resumed their normal routine for the next two
days.  He found that Allie no longer left herself logged in when
she was not at her computer.

On the evening of the second day, though, the camera was once
again positioned in Allie's painting in his bedroom!  He smiled.

Without thinking much, in celebration, he stripped and lay on the
bed.  After applying some lube he gave himself a slow, luxurious
hand job, making sure it was all visible to the camera.  He let
his face take on a look of pure pleasure when he came.

Later he reflected that in providing Allie with that feed, he was
knowingly feeding an incestuous pattern.  They both knew that he
had chosen to display himself masturbating to her.  That was
different from letting her watch his escapades with her
daughters.  They had stumbled into a level of incestuous intimacy
with each other that neither had really intended.  He wondered
what would happen.

He felt almost certain Allie's feed would be working again, and
he was right.

She was not looking at the video of him masturbating, but at a
much earlier video where he had lubed both hands and insinuated
fingers inside the labia of both girls at once and given them
pleasure in parallel.  It was sweet as he recalled it.  Kira had
come first, which distracted Tara, but after a few seconds the
big sister had put her head to the little sister's ear and
whispered encouraging things while she stroked her hair.  Bill
had used the hand that had brought Kira off to massage Tara's
stomach, hips, and chest.  The little one had soon convulsed. 
The look of sheer joy on a child's face is one of the wonders of
nature, and it is no less wondrous when the joy comes from
orgasm.

Returning to the current video from his contemplation of the
video of the video, there was one big difference tonight.  Allie
was under the covers.  He could see that her hands were moving;
she wasn't hiding the fact of her masturbation from him, she was
just hiding the view of her body.  She didn't hide her expression
of bliss when she had her orgasm.

---------

Bill felt hornier than ever, drawn to his granddaughters with a
heightened lust.  He had Tara lie on her side with Kira behind
her, spooned, but tilted so that their little twats were as close
together as possible.  Then he had them both lift their top leg
in the air and hold it there.  Bill dove beneath and he had one
hand to arouse each girl.  He altered use of his tongue between
the two of them.  Each girl experienced the rich pleasure of a
finger rubbing her clit, and then about half the time the
additional exquisite joy provided by a tongue.

"You think we can come together, Tara?" Kira panted.

"OK, how?" little sister asked.

"Let's tell each other how it feels and when we're getting
close."

"It feels soooo good!" Tara said.

"But are you having that itching sensation?"

"Like the hungry one?"

"Yeah, that's probably it!"

"Not yet.  But grandpa's licking my pussy and clit and it's going
to."

"I'm just getting his fingers, but then I come easier than you
do.  You can have the tongue when you come."

Bill was amused and aroused by this talk.  Would he be able to
adjust his finger strokes of his two hands and his tongue strokes
independently to give each girl exactly what she wanted?

"Ooo, it's like a glow from my cunt going down and up..." Tara
reported.

"Yeah, I got that hungry itch now.  It's almost there for me, are
you close?"

"Pretty close.  Press a little harder and slower, grandpa."

"Hurry!  I'm trying to hold back."

"OK ... The waves are about to come."

"Oooo, it's so hard to wait...  Come for me, Tara! ... Come! 
Come!"

"Yeah, here it is, mmmmmmm, oh God, it's on the edge, going
over..."

"I'm over, here's the flood..."

"Oh grandpa!!"

"Oh grandpa!!"

Both girls screamed.


When they had both come down, Bill lifted his head.  Tara's pussy
was just a bit wet, but Kira's was really well lubricated.  Wet
with something thicker, something designed to ease the passage of
a cock.  He found it terribly exciting.

He rose and zeroed his rampant organ in on Kira's pussy area. 
She was still on her side but had let her upper leg fall as part
of her post-orgasmic glow.  He now lifted it again to hold her
open and expose the part of her he needed.

Kira's pussy had become familiar with the fingers and tongues of
sister and grandfather, but now it was introduced to the
tentative attentions of a man's cock.  It nosed against the
flesh, against the clit and the peehole and the pussy lips to
either side, but Bill naturally nosed it against the cunt opening
where it belonged.

Kira looked on with interest.  She welcomed friendly attention to
her pussy.

Tara rose to her knees to see what was going on.

"Oh, Tara," grandpa said.  "Talk dirty to me!"

Tara began, "You're going to shoot your stuff into her cunt?"

"Yeah, probably."  His brainstem wanted to ram his cock up that
cunt, no matter how small it was, and he wasn't thinking too
clearly.

Bill made a tunnel with his hand and pressed it right up to
Kira's cunt hole.  His cock slid through, basking in the
pleasure, and each time it poked out from the end of the
encompassing hand it poked against Kira's cunt opening.

"Grandpa, come in her cunt!  Sperm her up there!  Shoot the jism
up her pussy hole!"

He was close.  On each stroke his tip pressed insistently against
the little girl cunt opening.  He pressed in farther, seeing the
flesh push inward a half inch or so.  He reached the point of no
return.

"Sperm!  Cunt!  Sperm!  Cunt!  Sperm!  Cunt!" chanted Tara.

Bill always felt an in-shoving instinct just as his first spurt
was rising, and this time was no exception.  His tip pressed
harder against Kira than ever.  Bill's tip felt the warmth of
Kira's hot cunt opening just as the cum rocketed out the end, up
inside, where it belonged.

"Ouch!" yelled Kira.

He was dimly aware that the girl was saying something, but his
biology required him to hold his cock still as the remaining gobs
of sperm pulsed up into the little girl's twat.

When the fifth one was tucked away, Bill realized that while he
had intended to press in a little, to line up his slit to deliver
his load right where he wanted it to go, he had pressed a lot
harder than he had meant to.

"Oh, God, Kira, I'm sorry!  Are you OK?"

She wasn't bleeding.  Cum was drooling back out, of course.  Bill
hadn't torn her hymen or gotten even an inch into her, but her
cunt opening tissues weren't used to being forced open even that
much.

Kira turned on her back and looked at him with accusing eyes, but
as they saw Bill's utter remorse and tears they softened.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No," she said.  "But why did you do that?"

"It was the most amazing chocolate fudge, but it wasn't mine to
take!  I'm sorry!"

"It's cool how the sperm's leaking back out!" Tara said.

"You came inside my cunt hole!"

"Yeah," Bill said sheepishly.  "My body wants to do that so bad.
And my cock wants to be in even farther."

"Why?"

Bill caressed little Kira to comfort her in every way he knew,
and she calmed and cheered up within a couple minutes.

He explained the facts of life.  The girls listened, mouths
hanging open to hear how babies were made by such a weird act. 
Most kids are grossed out when they find out how the man and
woman connect their flesh to make a baby.  Tara and Kira were
shocked, but the gross-out factor was largely eliminated.  They
knew how good orgasms felt.  They were used to male and female
bodies rubbing against each other in a pleasurable way.  They
gave no special reaction to his confession that his predilection
for younger girls was unusual.

One part was hard for them to imagine.  They had never seen a
woman's private parts in any detail, and they couldn't imagine
how that huge cock could disappear into a girl's body.

"My body got confused and thought you were all grown up," Bill
said, offering Kira the best comfort she had felt about the
incident.  He thought she was grown up!

-------

Bill was alarmed to wake up to the sound of his front door
opening.  There was little crime in the area, but anything was
possible.

The footsteps came down the hall tentatively, then stopped.

"Who's there?" he asked, voice trembling.

"Allie," he heard her whisper.

He gave a big sigh of relief as she came through the door and
over to his bed.  They naturally had keys to each other's places.

It was almost completely dark.  "Allie, what is it?"

She didn't speak, but he heard a rustling as her robe fell away.
She sat on the bed and whispered, "Fuck me, daddy.  Fuck me.  I
know it's sick, but..."

"Shhhh," said Bill.  He didn't think it was sick, but he wasn't
thinking much at all.  He was out of his nightclothes within
seconds.

It was almost completely dark, but he felt Allie kneeling on the
bed, like a doggy, butt up in the air.  As he got oriented his
hand found her cunt easily.  The external part was hot and slick,
making it clear she was fully aroused.

Just as his tip nosed against her cunt opening and he prepared to
shove in she said, "Mine's big enough.  You can fuck me deep and
hard!"

Bill grabbed her butt and plunged.  He slid all the way in,
surrounded by hot smooth velvet.  Allie gasped.  Within seconds
she was coming; he could feel the strong spasms.  Encouraged in
every way, a few seconds later his organ grew harder and bigger,
his tip widened, and he began shooting his gobs of cum right up
inside his own daughter.

As his body finished its mating reflex, the two flopped onto
their sides, Bill spooning against Allie's back.  After a few
minutes, Allie spoke:

"Oh, shit, what have I done?"

"Whatever it was, I did it too."

"I'm the one who got up, used my spare key to let myself in, and
came to your bed.  No one expects guys to resist when a woman
wakes them up in the middle of the night presenting her rear end
for the taking."

Bill had a little chuckle at that.  "I guess I could claim I was
fucking in my sleep."

After a bit, Bill said, "I think we both invited this.  Hey, you
put a secret camera in my bedroom!"

"I just wanted to check that you weren't hurting my daughters --
which you were, this afternoon!"

"Well, you were a sneak about it!  And besides, why did you keep
all of the videos?

"Oh, Dad, I'm so bad," she said.

"And why did you say 'Do my baby, give it to her, fuck her!'
while you were frigging yourself?"

"I never said any such thing!"

"Want to watch the tape?"

Allie was quiet.  "I thought that sometimes, yeah, so I guess I
said it, too?"

"Yep."

"You started all this, you pervert!  Couldn't keep your hands out
of the girls' panties!"

"I did keep them out!  I offered to never see them again, right?"

"Yeah, but that would have been cruel, to deprive them of their
granddad!"

"I assure you that if you surveyed mothers, 99% would say it was
more important to keep a man's grubby paws out of her daughters'
panties than to make them mope from missing their granddad."

Allie was silent a while.  "Oh, shit," she said.  "Oh, shit."

"Hey, it really is my fault more than yours.  It's one thing for
you to give permission, but I'm the one who was actually doing
it."

"We're both perverts, dad."

After a while, Bill spoke, "There are two people who are
innocent, though, Kira and Tara."

"Absolutely," Allie said.  "Absolutely."

Within a few seconds Bill was aware that Allie was trying to
suppress giggles.  "What is it?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"You can't just laugh and then not explain!"

"I was just thinking, they sure do come like little sluts!"

Bill's first instinct was to Allie that was an unkind thought. 
But as he thought of the two of them begging for his tongue and
shrieking, day after day, instead he found himself holding back
laughter, then failing to hold it back, and soon the two of them
were both laughing uncontrollably.

"Well," Bill said at last.  "We know where they got it from! 
You!"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you!"

"You're hardly one to talk!  And besides, I got it from you!"

"I guess so," Bill said.  "I can't help myself."

And with that he rolled over onto Allie, nudging her legs apart.

Allie eagerly exposed her pussy for the taking.  Within seconds
Bill's hard cock slid into his daughter again, and the two of
them started on a good old standard fuck.  Cock in and out, pussy
hugging it and smoothing the action with thick fluids.  Allie
jiggled on the bed as Bill bumped her deep with his insistent
thrusts.

"You are such a pervert, dad, raping your daughter!"

"Raping?" Bill asked, and slid his cock out of Allie completely.

"No, no, get back inside me!" Allie moaned urgently.

"What do you say?"

"Please!"

Bill slid back in, and they both sighed with relief and continued
the fuck.

"You conniving little slut, you!  Accusing me of rape!  Who was
the one who used her emergency key, snuck into her daddy's
bedroom and stuck her naked, dripping ass into his face?"

"Me!  It was me!"

"And who recorded her daddy abusing her daughters, then watched
the tapes while going wild with orgasms?"

"Me, dad!  It was me!  Fuck me harder!"

Bill picked up the pace, and soon enough the rock-hard prong
deforming her pussy over and over again made her come.  She
moaned loudly, "I'm a pervert!"

Bill had enjoyed getting his daughter off, but he still had more
fucking to do.  He kept pounding away.

Two could play this game.  "Dad, who wants to slide his hands
into girls' panties?  Who wants to see inside and watch the girls
pee?  Who wants to suck their nipples?"

"Me, Allie!  It's me!  I'm a pervert!"

Bill banged into Allie with renewed vigor.

"And who wants to lick out their little pussies?  Who wants them
to lick his cock so he can come in their mouths?"

"Me!  I'm so perverted!"

"And who wants to jam his prong up their little cunts?  Fill a
little girl's cunt with sperm?"

"ME!" Bill shouted, and rocketed his cum up inside his daughter's
cunt once more.

They lay in their second afterglow, lost in a haze of pleasure. 
Thoughts moved slowly.

"How do we keep from getting you pregnant?" Bill asked.

"You think of that only now, you irresponsible man?"

"I know that morning-after pills exist."

"Yeah, true enough.  My period's due in like two days."

After a few moments, Allie continued, "I've sometimes wished I
had another baby."

Bill said, "Huh?"

"Wouldn't you like another little daughter?  Maybe you could get
into her diaper with your tongue -- pervert!"

"Oh, don't tempt me.  You'd probably pass out coming watching a
tape of that -- pervert!  How serious are you?  You don't want a
baby with two heads, do you?"

"Nah.  But I've thought about going to a sperm bank.  Probably
silly, though, since I've still got to get my career going."

There was more silence.

"I guess we could do this together, all four of us," Bill said.

Allie started.  "No, dad!"

Allie's tone got Bill's attention.

"Huh?"

"Dad, I don't want my girls to know anything about this, ever,
OK?  They can't know their mother is a pervert."

Bill figured it was a reasonable request, though the two of them
had just been having such fun wallowing in perversion.

"OK."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"I've got to get back upstairs in case they wake up," she said,
and left after a lingering hug.

------------

The next night at midnight, Bill used his emergency key to let
himself into Allie's.

Sitting on the side of her bed, he spoke.  "Hi, Allie."

"Hi, dad."

He wasn't sure how a day would have changed Allie's mood.  "Ummm,
can I lie next to you?"

Allie thought a moment.  "Do you think it's a good idea?"  She
was trying to suppress a smile.

Bill said, "Yeah, I do.  We're perverts, remember?"

Allie made room for him.  He moved his hands over his daughter
and sucked her breasts.  She responded with pleasure.  Sliding
his fingers between her legs, he was surprised to find that she
was quite wet.

"Oh, my," he said.  "You're not like this all the time, are you?"

"No.  What took you so long?  I've been watching tapes."

"Oh, which ones?"

"The one where you ate out Kira while Tara gave you a blow job."

"We've done that a bunch of times."

"It was the first time you came in Tara's mouth."

"Oh, right.  And the others?"

"Yesterday's.  It is so hot.  Just so very hot.  Why do I come
when my baby girl cries, 'Ouch!'?"

Bill smiled.  "Because you're a pervert?"

"Yeah.  But you're a child rapist!"

Allie wrestled him onto his back and lowered herself onto his
cock.  She began an insistent, decisive grinding motion, taking
his cock far up inside but concentrating much more on just how
her outer pussy pressed against Bill's pubic bone.  "You nasty
man, you sick man!"

"Fuck me, you little slutty pervert," Bill countered.

Allie's breath came quicker, "Unload all your ... sticky cum ...
from your ... nasty prick ... up your slut daughter's ... cunt!"

"Pervert!  Unnnhh!" cried Bill, surging up inside his daughter
and unloading his balls just as she asked.  He was an obliging
father.

---------------

Once father and daughter let their inhibitions go and happily
labeled themselves and each other as perverts, their lust was
boundless.  Allie went on the pill.  Bill snuck up to her bedroom
each night after Kira and Tara were asleep.  After locking the
door to be sure the girls would not discover them, they fucked
like rabbits.  An hour at a time, from every angle.  Tongues
brought ecstasy to erogenous zones.  Cum spurted onto Allie's
chest, her pubic hair mat, into her mouth, but mostly, time and
again, up her cunt.  Allie's clit glowed and brought her body to
convulsions over and over, mostly aided by Bill's hard dick
burrowing up into her depths.

Sometimes in the morning Allie left a few extra minutes before
heading off to school and headed down to Bill's to visit.  She
wasn't seeking physical pleasure, usually.  She just wanted to
get fucked soundly and have the reassurance of another load of
cum up inside her.  She usually knelt on his bed while Bill slid
into her from the rear and pounded her. Within a minute he pulsed
her cunt full of more cum as he wallowed in ecstasy.  Feeling her
womanly need met, Allie put herself back together and was out the
door in seconds, after a quick kiss.

---------------

"It's OK, Tara, you don't have to do that today," said Bill.

Tara stood before him, confused, pants and panties around her
ankles, presenting her little pussy for Bill to fondle.

"We can go to the park anyway."

"What happened, grandpa?  Did I do something wrong?"

"No, sweetie, you didn't do anything wrong, I just don't feel
like it much today.  You don't really miss the stuff with my
peepee and your peepee, right?  I used to have to bribe you with
candies."

"But I like it now."

"Well, maybe later, let's see."

Tara pulled herself back together.

Kira wandered in, ready to join in the fun.  She was wearing her
cute white dress with nothing underneath -- Bill knew, because
that configuration was one of his favorites.

"Grandpa doesn't want to see us naked today, either," Tara said.

Kira nonetheless stood with her back to him and slowly lifted the
dress, exposing her butt.

Bill still found it an alluring sight, and his cock twitched a
couple times.  But he was giving it a workout with Allie several
times a day, and it couldn't respond fully.

Seeing his polite smile instead of the usual smoldering lust,
Kira asked, "But you used to like it so much, what happened?"

"Oh, things just change.  I'm not sure it's good for you, all
this stuff we're doing."

"But we love it!"

"True, but not everything you love is good for you."

-------------

Allie had just gotten done riding her father hard.  Their
genitals were still plastered together while Bill's dick softened
inside her.  She held herself up with her hands, her breasts
hanging down towards him gracefully.

"Kira says you didn't want to see her little pussy these past
couple days."

"You keep my cock pretty busy!" Bill said.

"You like a real woman better than little girls?" Allie teased.

"Maybe," Bill said, not entirely sure himself.

"In any case, dad, I still think you owe them at least your
tongue.  They're used to getting at least one solid orgasm every
day, and I think they deserve it."


--------------

"Oh grandpa, a little harder!"  Tara moaned.

Bill licked a little harder as he stroked his tongue up and down
her pleasure button.

Kira was attending to Bill's cock.  Now she had engulfed it in
her mouth and was gently sucking and licking with great skill,
but his cock was softening.

Tara's juices were seeping from her baby cunt.  Her clit started
to stiffen, almost imperceptibly, and her squeaks got higher
pitched.  Bill knew from long experience that she was close.  On
a whim, he dug his fingers into her hips hard as he held her
pelvis up off his face.

"Grandpa!  Ohhh!   Unnnhhh!" the little tyke screamed.

Bill kept licking, wanting to make sure the pleasure stayed
intense all through her orgasm.  After many seconds she pulled
away and flopped down beside him on her back, chest heaving. 
He'd have Allie find that on the video later so they could watch
it together, and he was pretty sure the mother would love seeing
her daughter so thoroughly pleasured.

"But your cock is soft," Kira said with disappointment.

"It feels great, even when it's soft," he said.  "Your turn!" he
said, playfully wrestling the older girl onto her back and
shoving her skirt up to reveal the perfect girl parts.

Kira giggled and welcomed the pleasure as Bill's head approached.
 He made sure to rub his scratchy cheek against her thighs,
something he had noticed made her squirm especially.  He started
licking above her slit, and the innermost inch of each thigh,
enjoying the crease where leg ended and crotch began.  He
inexorably moved inward as Kira purred, using his fingers to
gently rub just outside her outer lips, moving them up and down.
He made the barest brush against her clit to tease her, then took
an excursion down to her cunt hole.  He ran his tongue all around
the opening and pressed in just a little.

"Can you press in more, grandpa?" Kira asked.

Bill dutifully pressed in a bit more.

"Even more?" she asked.

This was new territory, but he kept pressing until his tongue was
pretty fully extended, and he felt its tip actually inside her
cunt a little.  After going in and out a few times, eliciting an
extra moan or two from Kira, he started to return to Kira's clit.

"Even deeper?" she asked.

"That's as far as my tongue reaches," Bill said, before
realigning his tongue to give her clit what it liked best.  She
started moaning and sighing as she often did, but then spoke.

"Grandpa, could you put your finger in?"

"It's not going to fit."

"Maybe, but let's try," she said.

Bill lifted his head and brought his little finger to her
opening.

"But don't stop with my clitty!" Kira complained.

Bill saw how he could make the geometry work.  With his hand up
under his chin, Bill pushed his little finger at his
granddaughter's hole and felt it go in a little, as he brought
his rough tongue over the girl's most tender spot, her teeming
nerve endings screaming pleasure to the little girl's brain with
each wet stroke.  Meanwhile he pressed his finger into her hole,
in and out.  Kira's pussy was downright wet, Bill noticed, and it
smoothed the intrusion of his finger.  Remembering how he had
hurt her that one afternoon by pressing his cock into her too
much, he was very careful.  But on each stroke it went in a
millimeter more, and just short of his second knuckle, Kira
managed to interject among moans, "That's deep enough."

Bill pulled the finger out, but Kira said, "No!  Put it back in."
 When Bill did, she said, "Back and forth, now!"  So Bill matched
rhythm of tongue with finger, and Kira's pleading "Mmmm" and tiny
pelvic wiggles showed her pleasure.

He felt Kira's clit engorge a little extra, like Tara's, maybe
more this time than ever before.  Bill flicked his tongue faster
but more lightly at this point, guaranteed to send the little
girl into heaven.  He realized he had stopped pressing in with
his finger, to concentrate on the exact motion of his tongue,
which he knew made the difference between an OK orgasm and an
exquisite one.  She screamed.  When Kira wriggled to indicate she
had had enough, he pulled back and lay on his side, cupping her
recovering pussy with a friendly hand.

"You sure are hard now!" Tara said, and took his dick into her
mouth.  He realized he was not just hard but extremely aroused. 
As soon as he thought of Kira's little tunnel eagerly receiving
his little finger, his body seized and he started spurting in
Tara's mouth, the little girl flicking her tongue as she had been
taught.  Bill realized he had given a loud groan to accompany the
magnificence of the pleasure he had felt.  When Tara finally
popped him out she exclaimed between swallows, "Wow, that was
fast!  I barely got you in my mouth before you started coming! 
Kira, he was so fast -- Kira, you're bleeding!"

Sure enough, a little bit of red blood was oozing from her pussy.

"Grandpa, what is it?" the girls asked at once.

Bill was chagrined to realize what had happened.

"I think it's OK," he said.  "Does it hurt?"

"Not much.  Maybe a little," Kira replied.

"What happened?"

"Girls' little vaginas have a flap of skin that protects them a
little, and the first time they have sex with a boy, it breaks as
the penis goes in.  I guess it can break too with just a finger,"
he continued.

Bill sighed.  First he had hurt his poor little dear with his
over-enthusiastic cock, now he had taken the symbol of her
virginity with his finger.

Kira sounded a little panicked as she asked, "Does it keep
bleeding?  Does it bleed every time?"

"No, Kira, no.  It shouldn't bleed any more."

"OK," she said, relieved.  She wiped the blood away with a
tissue, then wriggled down to snuggle against Bill's one side
while Tara snuggled against the other.

-----------------

An equilibrium returned.  Bill used his tongue to give his two
little granddaughters their pleasure just about every day.  He
got hard most times, at least for a little, but while he adored
their little girl sexy antics and efforts to please him, he
rarely came.

He refused Kira's entreaties to enter her with his finger any
more.

"You said your body wanted to get inside a cunt more than
anything in the world!" Kira said, repeating an argument they had
often.

"Yes, it's true!"  Bill said with some exasperation.  "But my
cock is way too big, and your pussy is way too small, and it's
just not going to work!"

"But your finger might work!" she said.

"It made you bleed before, remember?"

"But you said my pussy gets used to it!"

Bill sighed.  "Listen, do you want my tongue, or not?"

Kira teared up a little, so Bill brought his face to hers to
nuzzle and kiss -- something they didn't do as much as they
should, he realized.  Within a few minutes, Kira's pelvic wiggles
showed she was ready for her granddad's tongue.

Meanwhile, father and daughter lusted for each other every
evening and most mornings.  Full-grown male and female bodies
came together in the ancient union, fully satisfying to both.

As part of foreplay in the evenings, Allie often wanted to watch
a video of her daughters being brought into ecstasy by her
father, and it usually brought her to full readiness.  Bill
experimented with using his tongue on his daughter, but although
she did come a couple times that way, she preferred his dick up
her cunt.  Physically it felt just as nice, and psychologically
it just felt right in the way a tongue never did.

Bill reflected that much as he had loved his wife, their sex life
had never been anything like his was now.  A man expects that
fulfilling his sexual hunger with his wife will produce
offspring, half of them girls.  He doesn't expect that his girl
might grow to beg to fulfill her sexual hunger with him, nor that
it will extend downward one more generation.

----------------------

"Grandpa, I have a surprise," little Kira said one afternoon. 
Tara giggled, apparently in on the secret.  Kira was wearing a
pink miniskirt and white knee socks, and a silky blue top he
didn't see on her very often.

She settled herself back in the middle of his bed, legs spread
wide with the miniskirt scrunched up out of the way.  She had a
paper bag with her, and from it she now produced a large carrot.

With her eyes glued to her grandpa's face, and grinning, she
placed the big end of the carrot right at her pussy hole, and
started pressing in.  To Bill's amazement, her pussy spread out
smoothly to take in the whole girth of the vegetable.  Bill
noticed the carrot was slick with something, then he smelled it:
butter.  Kira's fingers kept pressing, and incredibly, the carrot
kept gliding up inside her.  Kira pressed it in and out a few
times, seeing that her grandpa fully understood the significance
of what he saw.  She then slid it out and tossed it aside.  He
saw that it was maybe a little smaller than his cock, but not
much.  She then crooked her finger at Bill with a "come hither,"
motion.

Bill stammered.  "Kira, I ...."  She just looked at him.

"You could have hurt yourself!  Does your mother know about
this?"

"No," she said, scornfully.

Meanwhile Tara, giggling with excitement, was working on the
front of Bill's pants, attacking button and zipper.  The zipper
was kind of stuck, and her increasingly forceful pulling was not
helping.  Absent-mindedly, he finished the job she had started. 
The two girls smiled at the completely rigid cock that sprang
forth.

"Kira, I don't think...  You're too young."

Kira shook her head, beckoned him over, pointed at her pussy a
few times in case there was any doubt what she wanted, and then
reached out her arms to hug him.

Mesmerized, Bill approached.  He lowered his body over hers. 
With obvious excitement, she guided his cock to her opening. 
Bill pushed.  The girl's own wetness with a trace of butter eased
the penetration.  She was tight, but there was no question that
he fit.  Bill kept pushing, and just like the carrot, his cock
went in farther and farther.  When he was in all the way,
reflexes took over.  He pumped in and out, gazing at his
beautiful granddaughter's face, brimming with excitement, and
after ten strokes his innards had felt all they needed to feel. 
Kira's adult-sized pussy already made this seem like a dreamland,
and now his ecstasy seemed to come from dreamland too.  Cum
rocketed out the end of his prick, right up tight within his
young granddaughter, half grown with flat chest and hairless
tender pussy.  Bill gasped, his face scrunched up in ecstasy. 
Another jet of cum rocketed into Kira's shy, virgin hole.  His
prick kept pushing in and out urgently as more spurts graced
Kira's innards.

Dazed and spent, Bill pulled out and flopped onto his back beside
her.

Tara giggled.  "He shot it into you, see!  It's running out onto
the sheet!  He came up inside you!" the younger one said,
fascinated.

"I'm sorry, Kira.  I shouldn't have done that!  Oh, no..." Bill
moaned.

"Why not?" asked the triumphant Kira.  "I'm so happy!  You
wouldn't believe how happy you looked."

"Yes, yes, I would believe it," Bill murmured in sheepish
embarrassment.

"Isn't that what you really, really wanted?" Kira asked.

Bill could only nod, confused.

"Now you know what you have to do for me?" she asked.

"What?" asked the contrite Bill.

"Lick my clitty, slow and good," she said.  Bill nodded and began
to move into position. "But use your finger too.  Your big
finger, the middle one.  And shove it in all the way!"

Bill readily pleasured his granddaughter, doing his very best to
give her the best orgasm she had ever had.  She shrieked.

Bill drew back his head to see the little girl's pussy, engorged
and slick.

Bill's cock was hard again.  Timidly he heard himself asking,
"Kira, um, I'm sorry, but, um, can I go in again?"

Kira surfaced from her post-orgasmic bliss to grin at him, "Yes!
Yes!  You can!  Go ahead!"

Consumed with lust, Bill mounted his granddaughter and slid in
again.  This time her cunt was hotter and wetter.  It invited a
slow, gentle fuck, and Bill was in heaven doing just that.  Kira
was flushed in the wake of her own orgasm and smiled at him.

"Do it to me, grandpa," she said softly.  "Do it to me!"

Tara had been wriggling around this way and that, and she was
looking intently where Bill's shaft pumped in and out of her
sister's little twat.

"It looks so weird!" she said.

"Shhh!" Bill admonished gently, continuing his loving slow
Kira-fuck.

After ten minutes of holding himself up high, Bill let himself
down, hairy chest against smooth girl chest, but still supporting
most of his weight.  Kira wrapped her arms around him for a
gentle hug.

"When do I get my turn?" Tara asked, trying not to whine.

Kira spoke, "Tara, why don't you whisper into grandpa's ear just
what you'd like him to do?"

Tara shrugged, and leaned over against Bill's ear.

"Grandpa, why don't you finish up and shoot your stuff out?"

"Where?" Kira asked gently.

"Up inside?  Up inside you?"  Tara asked, still not quite
believing this was what Kira wanted.

"Yes, Tara, up inside me.  Way up inside me."  Then she mouthed
the word she wanted the girl to use.

Tara returned her lips to Bill's ear.  "Grandpa, would you please
come up inside my sister's cunt?  Way up deep inside?  Shoot all
your goopy stuff up in her cunt?"

"OK, Tara," Bill panted.  "Kira, is that what you want too?" he
managed to puff, preoccupied with intruding into her cunt over
and over.

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  Kira pleaded.

"Ooooohhhh," Bill moaned, spurting more gobs inside his
granddaughter, holding his dick up tight so they went way up
inside her, as requested.

"My turn!" Tara reminded Bill.

"Yes, just give me a moment," said Bill, savoring the sensation
of his cock deep inside of Kira, having delivered its load but
relishing a bit more warmth and wetness.

He then tried to give Tara the best little orgasm he could, and
did a decent job of it, but Kira's pussy was on his mind.  As
Tara lay panting, he was hard again, and had a mischievous
thought.

"OK," Bill said, and lifted himself up, starting to lower himself
on Tara -- the little one.

"No, grandpa!" she said.

"Just kidding," he added as soon as he sensed her alarm. 
Instead, he zoomed over to Kira, who was surprised but entirely
willing when she caught his drift.  It wasn't hard to catch his
drift as he approached with a rigid prick, pushing her gently
back on the sheets.

"Grandpa, you dirty old man!"  Kira said playfully.

Bill let himself go, and within a minute he surged up inside his
precocious cunt-stretched granddaughter for the third time.

As they dressed again, Bill said, "Don't tell your mom about
this, OK?  Let me tell her."

"Sure," the two girls echoed.  They hadn't volunteered much to
their mother since the earliest days of their escapades with
their grandpa.  They liked that it was kind of private.

------------------

Bill walked into Allie's bedroom at 9:30, long before his usual
arrival time.

"You're not going to believe this," he said quietly.

"What?"

"Call me up before you watch the tape."  With that he
disappeared, waiting until Allie was sure the girls were conked
out for the night.

Allie's eyes went wide when she saw the carrot, and wider when
she saw it disappear entirely inside her older daughter.

Bill watched for any brewing storm of emotion as the tape showed
him taking her daughter's virginity and lasting only seconds
before he came.  With a surreptitious glance he saw that Allie
was moving her pelvis almost imperceptibly and that her panties
were wet.  Allie skipped ahead to see the other two fucks.

"You dirty old man!" she said, though he could make out her
teasing tone.

"So now, fuck your daughter!" she said, sliding her body in to
make out with Bill.

"Yummmm!" Bill said.

But Bill couldn't get hard.  A little blood pulsed into his dick,
but then it would soften again.

"Hmmmm.  I'm getting on in years, and I've already come three
times today!" he said.  "Plus this morning."

"OK," Allie said, gamely.

Bill offered to use his tongue on her, but Allie turned down that
offer.  She was OK with his using his fingers, but while she
seemed to feel good, she didn't persist long before giving up
trying to come.  They parted.


-------------------

"Kira, Kira," Bill said, shaking her gently.

"Huhhh?" the little girl said groggily.

"Kira, can I... please?"

Bill's hand was under the covers and zoomed in on Kira's naked
crotch beneath her nightshirt.

"Again?"

"Yes, dear," he said.  "I ... I really need it."

"I'm sleepy," she said.

"I know, I'm sorry, but ... please?"

"Oh, grandpa..." she said.  "You already woke me up once
tonight."

"I'll get you anything you want.  Is there anything at all you'd
like?  Another necklace?"

Kira was silent.

"Well, if you think of it later, just let me know, OK?"

Meanwhile, Bill's hand had been busy under the covers.  Kira was
groggy, but her genitals responded automatically to Bill's
caresses.

She pulled the covers down and spread her legs wide.

Bill eagerly lowered himself onto her and slid into that warm,
wet cavity between her legs, the only thing he thought of day and
night, or so it seemed.

Since he had just shot inside her a couple hours before he was
not set to come right away, but he thrust away with urgency.  The
adorable little girl's body lay below him, incredibly sexy.  Her
eyes were closed and her face slack with fatigue, not ecstasy. He
saw her dozing off.  That was OK.  He just had to keep going.  He
needed to push into her, and he needed to come in her.  His body
didn't respond quickly, but eventually his biology rose to the
occasion, and he pressed in gently but deep with a soft "Aaaaah."
 A bit of semen dribbled up into the girl's cunt, already
wriggling with his previous loads.

He pulled out and slumped.  "I'm so sorry, Kira, I shouldn't
have," he said, but she was asleep again.  Guilty, satisfied,
tired himself, he tiptoed out, locked the door behind him gently,
and returned to his own apartment.

He woke a few hours later, well after dawn, hearing the girls
walking above him, getting ready for school.  One of those girls
was Kira, and as she walked she naturally stepped with one foot
and then another.  Imagining looking up through a glass ceiling,
he saw a leg attached to each foot, and following those two legs
up to where they joined there was that opening.  He needed to get
into it again.

It had been just five days since he had first penetrated the
pussy that Kira had so surprisingly stretched out for him.  Three
times that day, two the next, and only one the day after.  She
had said she didn't want any more.  But that night, only having
fucked the sweet young pussy once that day, he had used his key
to sneak into Allie's in the middle of the night and then into
Kira's room.  Surprised by the novelty and the naughtiness of
doing it right in her bed in the middle of the night, Kira had
happily spread her legs for him.  The next afternoon he had
withheld the oral sex she craved until she had let him do her
twice, but even so he had come to her room in the middle of the
night.  And just the day before she had let him do it just once,
and seemed kind of moody about it.  And last night he had come to
her once, and she had received him readily, but then he had gone
up a second time.  This was getting out of hand.

He stumbled through his morning routine as the girls went through
theirs upstairs, but he couldn't get his cock to subside
completely until he saw Kira leave and get onto the school bus. 
Until that happened, he had imagined ways he could coax her into
his apartment.  It wouldn't take long, he would promise.  She
would hardly notice, he would claim.

He had turned off Allie's camera after that first day, explaining
that he just didn't feel right about it, somehow.  At the end of
the second day he had managed to get it up and come inside Allie.
 Although they both had an orgasm, there was a tension.  They
weren't going at each other with total abandon.  Then he had
suggested they take a night off, and then when he did come up he
had had trouble with his erection once more.  Allie had had one
orgasm, but he softened before he could come.

----------------

"No, grandpa, not tonight," the sleepy Kira said.

"But Kira, we didn't do it this afternoon, either!"

"I don't feel like it, grandpa."

"But Kira, you wanted it so much.  You stretched yourself with
that carrot!"

"I know I did.  That's what I wanted then, but now I don't."

"But it means so much to me!"

"I know, but I don't want to."

"Oh, Kira," Bill said, his hand frantically massaging between the
girl's clenched thighs.  "You always like it!"

"No, I don't!"

"Oh, you'll see!" Bill said, frantically.  He lowered himself
onto her and pushed her legs apart with his knees.

"Grandpa!" Kira said, raising her voice a little.

"Shhh!" Bill said.  "Mom might hear you.  Then we'll be in
trouble!  I'll be quick, I promise!"

Kira pushed against his chest.  Bill ignored her feeble
resistance.

"No, grandpa, no!" the girl whimpered.

In the face of her grandpa's forcefulness and the sense that she
could do nothing to stop him, Kira sighed and let her legs be
pushed aside.  Bill didn't look at her.  He felt for the pussy
opening that was the center of his world.  His raging cock hadn't
been there in over 24 hours.  And now he felt himself relax as
the cock found its way home; the world was restored once more.

The actual fucking was still to be done, and he did, gently but
urgently, aware that Kira was not very enthusiastic about this. 
But as he came, he pressed in extra deep, his entire day's worth
of cum surging into the little girl in big, goopy shots.

"Oh, Kira, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.

He was alarmed to see that the girl had a stony face.  As he came
down from his high, he realized what he had done.

"You really didn't mind, right?" he asked, trying to deny it. 
When she didn't respond, he moved to caress her face.  "Oh
sweetie, I'm sorry," he said, but she angrily swatted his hand
aside.

"Go away!" she said firmly, turning onto her side away from him.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, honey," he said, but when she didn't reply
further, he went back downstairs.

He didn't sleep.  There was a word for what he had just done.  He
didn't like to think of it.  It was called rape.

He was in trouble psychologically, he realized.  His obsession
was out of control, and he needed help.

But first, he knew what he had to do.  He debated waiting until
morning, but he knew it was just too important.

Allie answered on the first ring, sounding not the least bit
sleepy.

"Allie, I just made a huge mistake.  I did something awful."

"And what would that be, dad?" his daughter answered.  He sensed
something steely in her tone.

"I can't believe it Allie.  I just ... I just raped Kira," he
said.  "I can't believe it, I don't ever expect either of you to
forgive me.  Can you talk to her?  Before she has to come to
you?"

"That's too late, dad.  She's already come to me."

Bill's heart sank.  "Oh shit," he said under his breath.  "Tell
her I'm so, so sorry.  And I'll do whatever you want.  If you
want to go to the police, I'll plead guilty."  He felt dread at
that thought, and he hoped there would be some way to patch this
up short of that.  "I'll move out, I'll go far away.  You can
have all my money..."

Allie interrupted.  "Yeah, dad, you fucked up bad," she said.  He
could tell she was restraining herself. "But let's count to ten.
Promise me one thing?"

"Sure, whatever."

"You will not go near either of them without my permission."

"Of course not.  I wouldn't have dreamed of it..."

"Good.  Let's talk later."

--------------------------

"Come in," Allie said.

Inside the door, Allie was standing.  He noted she was dressed in
one of her serious professional suits.  Bill was in jeans and a
T-shirt.  He had felt that anything more formal would be laying
claim to more dignity than he was worth.

He immediately fell to his knees, head down.  "I'm sorry," he
whispered.  "I'm so sorry."

"Oh, get up, and let's go sit down."

In the living room, Bill began his story.  "I'm addicted to her,
Allie.  That's what happened to me.  There's a chapter of Sex and
Love Addicts Anonymous near here.  I've been looking on the web
for ideas.  And I think there are some therapists that might
help.  I'll also go away.  Whatever you want."

Allie put up her hand to reclaim the floor, and thought a bit
before she spoke.

"Remember, we're both guilty up to our eyeballs to begin with. 
Imagine going to the police and having Kira say that while she
was initially happy to have her grandpa fuck her seven-year-old
self over and over again, she decided she had gotten tired of it.
 And that her mom had said that anyone could do anything as long
as it was OK with them."

Bill considered saying he wouldn't ever reveal Allie's part in
it, but he realized that was no good.  Kira couldn't hide her
mother's complicity in their illegal activity.

"Kira's a smart cookie.  Within an hour of being raped," Allie
flashed in anger as she said that word, "she told me some
insightful things.  She knew that you were only doing what she
had begged you to do so many times.  She knew that you weren't
yourself.  She heard you say how sorry you were.  She hates the
idea she couldn't see you any more."

Allie smiled and looked at her father.

"But make no mistake about it, she was also very angry at you. 
However, she hates the idea that Tara would know anything was out
of the ordinary.  And that of course means that she wants you to
go on meeting like you have all along.  My slut doesn't want to
give up those magnificent orgasms you give her," Allie continued
with a little smirk.

"She doesn't even want to give up having you fuck her," Allie
said.

Bill was surprised at that.  "I guess abused children often
identify with their abuser," he mumbled forlornly.

Allie waved her hand.  "Sometimes, sure.  But in this case that's
PC crap.

"You did one big thing right, dad.  One huge thing.  You called
me up, knowing you had really fucked up, and didn't just hope
that Kira wouldn't tell."

Bill nodded.  He hadn't known whether the little girl would tell
or not.

"So here's what we're going to do.  I'm going to change the locks
on my place.  You are not going to change the locks on yours."

Bill nodded.

"And if she's willing, and I think she will be, I think you and
Kira should sit down and talk when she gets home from school this
afternoon."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes, just the two of you.  I'll be nearby, of course."

Allie changed her tone, slightly.  "You realize this has nothing
to do with being perverted, right?"

"Absolutely right," Bill said instantly.  He knew exactly what
she meant.  All their fun and games rested on consent.  Sex with
children and incest and voyeurism were one thing, but sex against
a person's will was no less a crime in their eyes than anyone
else's.  They disagreed with society on whether children could
consent to sex.  But they disagreed not at all that a child who
said "no" was not consenting, and ignoring her decision was a
serious crime called rape.

----------------------------

"Hello, Kira."

"Hi, Grandpa, how are you?"

"I'm OK, sweetheart.  How are you?  That's the only question that
really matters to me."

"I'm mad at you."

"You should be.  I did a very, very bad thing."

"I said no!  I told you not to, and you did anyway!"

"I know.  It was terrible of me."

"Mommy says I never have to do anything you say.  She says I
could scream at you, and even hit you -- if I didn't hit you too
hard."

"You may, Kira."  Bill got down on the floor and lay on his back.
 "You can kick me too if you want."

"Mom says you were kind of sick that night, like I thought."

"I was, you're right."

"And it's because you were sick that you did it?"

"Yes, though it was still my fault, even though I was sick."

Kira was quiet a minute.  "I don't want to hit you or yell at
you," she said.

"OK," Bill said.

"You promise never to do it again?"

"I promise, Kira, I promise.  That might not be enough, though."

"Why not?"

"Sick people can't always keep their promises.  I've got to make
sure that never happens to me again.  I have some ideas for how
to do that, though."

"I trust you," she said, quietly.

Oh, the sweet child, Bill thought.  She probably could trust him,
given who he was, but she shouldn't be so sure of that.

"There's one thing I want to do, though," she said sternly.

"Anything," Bill said.

"Let's go down to your place, just the two of us."

Bill got uneasy.  "If your mom approves, OK."

Allie readily gave her approval, though she fixed him with an
expression he decided might be called wary trust.  The camera was
on in his bedroom.

"Let's strip," she said.  That was easy enough.  Bill didn't have
any trace of an erection, and she gave a curious glance at that.

"Now let's go to the bathroom.  OK, now you lie in the bathtub."

Lying on his back, Bill had no idea what was coming next.

Kira got in the tub and squatted over his cock, which was
starting to stir in spite of himself.

"You said I could do anything, right?"

"Yes, Kira, anything," Bill said.

Pee streamed forth from Kira's nether lips, splattering Bill's
cock and soaking his pubic hair.

He gave a startled expression, and Kira giggled.

"I'm not going to wipe myself, but I'm going to lie here, and I
want you to make me feel really good. Really, really good."

Bill smiled and as Kira lay back, he began arranging himself to
get access to her little twat.  As he approached, Kira said kind
of shyly, "One more thing, if it's OK."

"Anything's OK, Kira," Bill said, although hoping that there
weren't going to be any feces involved.

"Could you, um, could you pee on me?"

"Really?" Bill said.

"Yeah, down where my cunt is."

"OK," Bill said, a little confused.  "If you're mad at someone,
peeing on them is one way I could see of letting it out, but
having them pee on you wouldn't usually do that."

"Oh," Kira said, a little shyly.  "I didn't pee on you because I
was mad at you, I've just always wanted to, and was afraid to
ask."

Bill smiled at that, and Kira smiled back.  Her smile and the
relief of tension started turning his half erection into a full
one quickly, the angle of elevation rising with each pulse of
blood.

The little naked girl lay back in the tub, and the man knelt
above her.

"There's only one problem, Kira.  I can't pee when I'm excited."

"Why not?"

"It's just the way guys are made.  When a man's trying to give a
woman a baby he's got to put the sperm in her, but not pee.  So
there's this reflex so he can never pee when he's hard."

"So how do we get you not excited?"

"Hmmm.  I could think of yucky things.  Or you could tell me how
mad you really are at me."

"Grandpa, you stuck your thing in me and I didn't want you to!"

"I know, Kira, I was very bad."  Bill knelt, eyes closed, and
nodded.  He needed his eyes closed because the sight of the girl
laid out below him would make him hard.

Kira spoke with sudden passion, "You can never stick it in me if
I don't want! OK?  You can never touch me any way if I don't
want!"

Bill nodded.  "You're absolutely right," he said.

"And you should make sure you brush your teeth before we get all
lovey-dovey.  Sometimes your breath smells yucky!"

Bill's eyes shot open.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie! Why didn't
you say anything before?"

Kira looked a little confused.  "It's not nice, right?"

Bill supposed you had to learn that intimate relations entitled a
person to greater say over another's hygiene.  "Never mind," he
said.  "I'll just make sure to always brush my teeth."

One effect of the surprise Bill felt was that his erection had
subsided completely.

Seeing that, Kira whispered, conspiratorially, "OK, now pee on my
pussy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" she whispered, and used her hands to hold her pussy lips
open.

It took a few seconds to overcome his long-ingrained aversion to
peeing anywhere but in a toilet, and his stronger aversion to
peeing on anything he valued or especially anyone he loved. 
Still, Bill peed.  His yellowish stream splashed down inside
Kira's pussy lips. He had plenty of pee, so he got her inner
thighs as well.  The tiny splattering drops went every direction,
including into the young girl's face.

Kira giggled as she squeezed her eyes shut, then laughed.  As
Bill's stream slowed down, he did what males always do to get the
last little bit out.  He squeezed, and another little shot of pee
spurted out onto Kira's privates, making her giggle.  He squeezed
again, and another spurt came out.  Kira laughed hard.  At last
the final pee was out, and Kira's laughs subsided to a mere
smile.

"Now can I kiss your pussy?" Bill asked.

"Yes," Kira said sternly.

Bill gladly lowered his head, and although pee wasn't at all his
favorite beverage, there were just a few drops left, and he soon
enough had worked his tongue into the girl's private parts.  But
he couldn't get the best angle, and Kira was lying in a cold
ceramic tub, not a nice soft bed.  Bill had an inspiration.

"Want to take a shower together?"

"Sure!" Kira replied eagerly.

Soon the warm water had flushed the pee away, and man and girl
were basking in the warmth of the shower water.  Bill started to
wash the girl, but she wasn't terribly interested.

"I still want you to make me cum!" she said.

On an inspiration, Bill positioned Kira so warm water was
splashing all over her midsection, then knelt and, pushing her
gently against the wall, started wiggling his tongue between her
pussy lips.

Kira enjoyed the novelty of it for a few seconds, then said,
"Let's go to your bed, like always!"

Toweled dry, Kira lay on Bill's bed while he applied his tongue
to her heavenly, exquisite girl parts.  She asked him to use his
hands to rub her nipples, something she had never suggested
before, but a delightful variant for him too.  He applied his
tongue with greater care and concentration than ever before,
somewhat easier because Tara was not there to distract either of
them.  And Kira cried out as she never had before, and kept going
for nearly a minute before having Bill stop.

"Now," she heaved, "Fuck me!"

"Are you sure?" Bill asked.

"Yes!  Please.  And as quick as you can, OK?"

He eagerly glided into her cunt, seemingly smoother, hotter, and
tighter than ever before.  He gently pushed his way back and
forth until he was in all the way.

"Can you go faster?  Harder?"

Bill couldn't believe his ears.  He went faster, fucking with
abandon, eyes squeezed tightly shut.  And his body then exploded,
rocketing ropes of creamy cum up inside the cunt of the girl, now
not just willing but eager.  Of course, it felt so much righter
and better this way.

Bill wasn't quite down from his high when Kira said, "You know,
it feels good for me that way too!"

"Yeah," Bill said.  "A lot of grow women come that way too."

"Are you saying I can't?" Kira challenged.

"No, not at all," Bill answered, remembering Kira's impressive
carrot trick in response to the last challenge she had set for
herself.  "We could see.  You could tell me just what feels
better and worse and we could work on it.  Know what else we can
do?"

"What?"

"I can lie on my back and you can push yourself down on me. 
Women sometimes really like that."

Kira's eyes glowed with the excitement of something else new to
try.

-----------------

Tara got her equal time that evening.  It became part of a new
pattern where mostly Bill spent time with each girl separately,
though they reassembled as a trio sometimes.

Bill learned cognitive therapy techniques to keep his sexual
desire from getting out of control, and started seeing a
therapist regularly to make sure.

Within a couple weeks, during one of their trio sessions, Tara
surprised them both by producing her own buttered carrot and
showing how it fit into her smoothly.  Bill eagerly fucked his
younger granddaughter to the hilt.  He started feeling the same
unbridled lust for Tara he had for Kira, but controlled and tamed
it with his new techniques.

Allie forgave Bill more slowly than Kira did.  She had been
astounded to learn that Kira had begged her grandpa to fuck her
within 24 hours of having raped her, but she judged her reaction
was genuine and it was what she truly wanted.

Bill listened patiently and humbly as Allie dressed him down,
occasionally lashing out with anger.  But within a week, her lust
returned.  She had masturbated frantically to the sight of her
dad fucking her daughter.  And within a week she was desperate to
be fucked herself.  Bill enthusiastically complied.

Although there was a lot of variation, on average he fucked Tara,
Kira, and Allie once a day each.

The two girls were slightly different from each other and very
different from their mother.

Kira loved riding her grandpa and learned to come that way,
though she usually then turned over and had him fuck her from the
top to maximize his pleasure.  For her own orgasms, she still
loved his tongue best, and he adored pleasuring her that way. 
She still loved peeing on her grandpa and being peed upon now and
then.

Tara wasn't into pee, which suited Bill just fine.  What Tara
loved was being done from the rear, doggy style.  For her own
pleasure, she adored Bill's tongue.  But she wasn't satisfied
with a single orgasm.  She could move from pleasure to pleasure,
peak to peak, for an hour or two at a time.  Although Bill had
plenty of time, his tongue got tired, so he had to work on tongue
stamina.  Tara also needed time to do her homework and the rest
of her life.  She had to deal with a less serious version of her
grandpa's problem:  sex addiction.  She had to learn to make time
in her life for other things.  Eventually they settled on a limit
of 45 minutes of sex a day for her.

What Allie and Bill liked best was just plain fucking, man to
woman.  He sucked her breasts a lot, since she was the only one
of his lovers who had breasts.  What turned Allie on more than
anything was watching video of her daughters getting pleasured
and fucked by her dad.  To then have the experience completed by
being fucked herself by the same dad was heaven for her.

Kira and Tara never suspected that their grandpa was fucking
their mother, and they had no idea they were being recorded for
their mother's pleasure.

The girls thrived in school, and made friends and participated in
school activities.  Allie finished her master's degree and got a
good job as a software developer.  Bill enjoyed his retirement. 
Above all, he enjoyed the loving relationships with his daughter
and two granddaughters.

It was an unusual family arrangement, but it worked well for
everyone.  It worked for the two little girls whose substantial
sex drives were awoken early and who, in their mother's
indelicate words, came like sluts.  And it worked for the two
perverts, father and daughter.

-------------

Bill saw them first as they passed the airport security gate at
Logan.

"Grandpa!" Kira said, as she walked quickly across the twenty
feet that separated them.  Tara was close on her heels, and Bill
hugged one in each arm.

"How was California?" he asked.

"OK," Kira said.

Tara nodded.

"Did you enjoy seeing your dad?"

"Yeah, it was OK," Kira answered.

Bill would get the full rundown later from Allie.  Kyle had
gotten his act together enough to suggest a visit.  Feeling that
it was important for the girls to know their father, Allie had
flown the three of them out for a week's stay over February
vacation.

"Disneyland was great," Tara said, "and the warm weather."

"But we missed you," Kira said.

"A lot," added the littler one.

Luggage was retrieved and loaded, and the four piled into the van
for the half-hour ride home.

As Bill turned the van into the driveway, Tara asked, "Can I go
visit grandpa?"

"After we unpack, OK?" Allie said.

"No!" Kira whined.  "We can do that later!"

Allie sighed.  "Would you mind having the girls come see you?"

Bill had just finished adjusting his crotch as unobtrusively as
he could.

"I guess not," she said, with a little snicker.

"At least carry your bags upstairs!" Allie said.

"Mom!" the two whined in unison as they waited impatiently
outside Bill's door.

Allie shrugged her shoulders and looked at Bill, then whispered,
"We were wrong, they're perverts too!"

As soon as Bill shut the door behind them, girl pants came down
and shoes got tossed aside in a frantic rush.

"Me first!" yelled Tara.

"No, it's me!" Kira answered.  "I gave you the window seat!"

"I'm here first," called the undoubtedly naked Tara from the
bedroom.

"I'll be wetter sooner!" called Kira.

Bill had no doubt Allie had raced upstairs and was fumbling to
connect the camera's live feed so she didn't miss anything.  He
tried to calm his mind, fervently hoping he could wait to get his
twitching cock into one or the other of the sweet pussies before
shooting his stuff.  It would probably arch the length of the bed
and splatter against the wall.

"Quit pushing!" Kira said.

"Girls, girls!" Bill called, heading into the bedroom.  He had
stripped, and his cock was bulging, painfully hard.  "I tell you
what, I'll flip a coin."

As he picked up the coin he saw his two naked granddaughters,
side by side with legs wide apart, rubbing away frantically,
gazing at his cock.  He could see both pussies so wet that the
precious stuff was starting to ooze out.

He smiled as he said, "Kira, call it in the air!"


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