That Night

There was no danger of her falling asleep.  The anticipation was keeping her mind whirling with possibilities.  Of course, he had to wait until they were sure their mother was asleep. 

She could have slept.  He certainly wouldn’t start without her.  She smiled at the thought.

Her heart jumped in her chest as she heard her door latch click.  There was no light behind the intruder, so he was illuminated only by the dim radiance filtering through the window.  He was wearing boxers but nothing else.  Once he very quietly closed the door behind him she saw him go through the characteristic motions of slipping his shorts to his ankles and stepping out of them.  That suited her preparations.  She lay naked on her side under the sheets, moist pussy lips resolutely clamped between her thighs.

He came to her bedside quickly, lifting the sheet and slipping in beside her in the same motion.  His speed, however, didn’t prevent her noticing that his cock was already stiffly rampant. 

They reached for each other as he settled in facing her.  Her hands started on his chest and shoulder but quickly moved on.  After tracing down his abdomen, her fingers claimed his cock.  It was just as she remembered it from the afternoon.  Then it had been new experience.  Now she was renewing an old acquaintance.

She had been feeling quite naughty as well as quite alone when she slipped off her top to offer her breasts to the sun.  She had the house and pool to herself this lazy Summer afternoon, so why not take advantage of the privacy?  For a moment after she lay back, she entertained the notion of dispensing with her bikini bottom as well.  The possibility of an early return of a family member quenched that urge.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed between her baring her tits and the shadow falling across her face.  A doze had stolen over her, depriving of her alertness to the presence of an intruder as well as her sense of time.  For a few seconds after she roused the undraped state of her breasts was also lost from her memory.  The grin that her brother Brad was wearing as he stood over her was the reminder she needed.  With a start, her hands went to her chest, confirmed her exposure and then sought to remedy it.

“You jerk!”  She sat up sharply and cupped her breasts in either of the hands that crossed over her torso.  Looking quickly around, she failed to find her top.

“Looking for this?”  His grin couldn’t have gotten any broader as he held up the object of her search.  She was about to grab for it when she realized that she couldn’t do so without uncovering one of her breasts.  Frustrated, she was about to hurl a saltier invective at him when surprise caused it to die on her lips.  He was naked.  When that fact had settled, she further noted that his cock was at least half hard.  She had had enough experience with the male organ to know that her brother’s state and hers were probably related. 

While she debated which development to react to, Brad casually tossed the top on the chaise next to her.  She glanced at it, then at him.  His face had gathered into a more serious set.

“Don’t have a cow, Lynne.  This isn’t a big deal.”

“Why are you buck-assed?” she demanded in a more controlled tone.

He shrugged. 

“I came in and saw you like that so I thought I’d join in.”

“I wouldn’t be doing this if I was expecting company,” she retorted.

“Apparently not.  I guess I got the wrong signal.”

With another shrug, he went to the edge of the pool and cleanly surfaced dived.  She watched his lean body arc through the air with his cock pointing downward.  Then he was gone.  She continued to watch as he surfaced, shook the water from his eyes and looked at her. 

“Why don’t you come in?”

She realized that the sun had baked her pretty thoroughly.  She could use some cooling off.  Then she ascertained that she was still sitting hunched forward, cupping her tits.  This had been a little bit of an over reaction, she decided.  Uncrossing her arms, she picked up the top as she got to her feet.  The heck with this.  He could look.  He wouldn’t be the first guy to look at her tits.

“You’re not going to put that on are you?” he asked as she started to slip her arms into the shoulder straps.  She hesitated.

“It feels a lot better without a suit.”

Oh, what the hell ... she pitched the top onto the chaise and approached the edge of the pool.  Her breasts jiggled pleasantly.  The open air felt good over them.  She paused to consider whether she should jump or dive.   She wasn’t as proficient as he in the latter.

“Why don’t you shuck the bottom?  It’s better, believe me.”

She knew he was right.  There had been that one nighttime skinny dip.  It had been delicious.  Of course, what came afterward cemented the memory. 

She didn’t look at him as she slipped off the thong, but she did afterward.  He was gazing steadily at her shaved pussy.  His reaction was just as expected and completely satisfactory.  She decided that she should take a victory dive.

When she resurfaced she was facing him.  She made a show of slicking back her hair and wiping the excess water from her face.  When she finished she was under his steady gaze. 

As he approached her, she lifted her hands with no particular purpose.  When she felt his arms around her and his stiff penis plying her abdomen, she decided her hands should be around his neck.  They managed to settle into position just as his mouth pressed on hers.  Meanwhile, her nipples were getting their share of stimulation against his chest.

Their tongues danced together, first outside, then inside her mouth where she gently applied suction.  Finally he invited her tongue in for a visit.  All the while, his hands worked over her back from shoulders to ass and back again.  His stiff rod was pressed between them.

When they broke, he backed her toward the pool wall.  The slow motion necessitated by the resistance of the water prolonged and heightened her anticipation.  She knew what was coming next when she felt her back against the solid surface.  Dutifully, she wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her off the pool bottom.  His cock poked her insistently in the process.  She established a grip on each on his biceps.

As one of his hands attempted to guide his phallus into her, she quickly intervened.  He relinquished control as she used it to ply her pussy lips.  When she had his cock head positioned, she gave vent to her concern.

“Brad, you’re my broth ...”

“Stepbrother,” he corrected.

With that, he thrust.  Feeling herself opening, her desire for his cock overcame any further thought of protest.  She had surfaced the problem and he had dismissed it.  Her obligation was discharged.  Now he could fuck her.  It was his problem.

He pushed again.  He was further inside.  She tightened her legs around him, offering encouragement.  Pulling back a bit, he drove again.  She caught her breath when the sensation of his deeper penetration registered.  She hoped he wasn’t all the way in yet.  A moment later his next thrust opened her still more.  He ground his crotch against hers.  The root of his cock rimmed her pussy.  She expressed her approval by grinding back.

Her nipples were riding above the waterline.  Brad took note and bent to apply his mouth to them.  The familiarity of that move warmed her.  Her regular lover did that as well.  The similarity should be expected, shouldn’t it?

She wasn’t through enjoying his oral attentions, but he was intent on moving on.  His cock had continued its activity, rolling and thrusting against her clit and pussy lips.  Now he was ready to claim his prize.  Looking steadily into her eyes, he began to fuck her.  As he picked up speed her return gaze withered.  Rising passion caused both her eyelids and neck to droop.  Her awareness was narrowing to only the sensations of arousal coursing through her body.

He was ramming her at maximum speed now.  The trapped water made slopping sounds as their bodies repeatedly dashed together.  She was moaning in rhythm with his strokes.  It was liberating to not have to suppress her vocalizations as she fucked the way she normally had to in order not to alert the house to her sexual activity.

Suddenly he hitched, gave a groan and then plunged into her.  Her body shuddered with the force.  She recognized the signs.  Opening her eyes she saw his face contort in the telltale manner of a man in release.  He gasped and renewed his thrust a few more times as he unloaded into her.

She waited for him to finish to see if he would renew his ministrations.  Both she and he were breathing heavily.  At last he gave a few slow strokes with his cock.  She concluded that he had no intention of fucking any more.  He would probably just make a few ceremonial gestures to signal the conclusion of their coupling. 

“Oh, wow, that was sweet.  Your pussy was great.”

Her mood dropped like a rock.

“Ew.  Nice.  How does Morgan like it when you talk like that?”

His face fell.  He knew he’d said the wrong thing.

“Uh ... she doesn’t like it.”

“Well, duh.  So not romantic.  I’m surprised she fucks you at all.”

Although his cock was still well up inside her vagina, she was in sister mode again.

“Well, some girls like dirty talk,” he insisted sullenly.

“Then fuck them.”

She perceived that he was drooping.  Unwrapping her legs, she curtly indicated that she was ready to be released.  He acceded to her desires and stepped back.

As she turned to find her way to the ladder he trailed after her.  Gaining the deck, she scooped up her thong and then headed for the chaise where her top rested.  She didn’t look at him as she tried to wriggle into her bottom.  A misstep put both feet on the same side of the crotch strap.  She discovered her mistake before the waist band reached her knees. 

Annoyed and now frustrated, she paused to consider whether she should stalk into the house bare or persist in her effort to dress.  That was when she felt the towel around her ass.  It was drying her – Brad was drying her.  Still naked, he followed the line of her legs to where the thong surrounded her ankles.  He reversed and found his way back up, drying between her legs now.  He went about his task so gently that she didn’t mind as he worked her pussy lips.

He stood and started to dry her torso.  It was apparent that he was trying to make amends.  She looked at his face with its downcast eyes intent on the part of her body he was currently drying.  She took a breath.  He was nearly two years older than her, but he was so clueless – so endearingly clueless – sometimes.

“Okay, okay,” she said impatiently.  “I’m dry enough.”

He backed off holding the towel at the ready, apparently as a hedge against her changing her mind.  She debated whether to pull up her bottom or ... or what?

“Are we okay?” he asked in a low, contrite voice.

She wrestled for a moment.  He had been crude and demeaning right after he ... he fucked her.  A sudden rush of realization seized her.  Her brother had fucked her 16 year-old cunt – with her acquiescence.  Quickly, she ran back over the events in her mind.  Yes, no doubt.  He had fucked her and she had let him.  Her pill-protected womb was now hosting his sperm, which were swimming around in her like minute fish vainly seeking an egg to implant.  They had been very, very bad.  The realization excited her. 

“Yeah, we’re okay.”  She drew a wet lock of hair back behind her ear as she finally looked him in the face.  The look she gave him must have been absolving because he essayed a sheepish smile.  She almost regretted letting him off the hook that easily, but he had just fucked her.  There was a warm feeling of attachment welling up in her that she couldn’t deny.

“Did you like it at least?”

She missed a beat until she realized he meant the fuck.

 “Yeah, well, it wasn’t bad,” she offered by way of response.  She couldn’t hold her neutral facial expression when his registered surprise and dismay.  She grinned.

“Seriously, it was ... fine.”  She couldn’t bring herself to rate it higher than that.

“You didn’t get off, did you?”

“No, but it felt really good.  A girl can’t expect to get off every time.”  She studied his crestfallen expression and regretted her frank evaluation.  “C’mon.  Lighten up.”

“Can I get a re ... I mean another chance ... to make you cum, I mean.”

Jeeze.  He barely gets his rocks off and now he’s wondering when he can fuck me again.  Still, she was not opposed to the proposition.  She did a calculation.

“Mom and Dad are going to be home soon.  Dad’s got one of his gigs tonight, so if Mom goes, maybe tonight.”

His face split into a pleased grin.

“Sounds like a plan.  I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll wake the neighbors.”

She made a wry face.

“Let’s keep it our little secret.  No need to let the neighbors in on it.”

She stepped out of her bikini bottom and bent down to picked it up.

“I’m going to clean up and get decent before the parents get home.”

“Can I help?”  His grin was impish.  She let him wait until she had retrieved her top and towel.

“Only if you behave.  We don’t have all that much time.”

Their joint shower was eventful (his hands were everywhere), but they managed to get it out of the way and get dressed by the time the parents got home.  Over dinner, it came out that their mother was not going to attend their Dad’s band’s engagement that night.  A change of plans was indicated.

“We’ll let her settle in and then I’ll come to your room,” he proposed in a low tone.

Now that they were together, they made up for lost time.  His hands sought to learn all of her secrets.  She gave them up without the slightest hesitation, so eager was she to realize the promise of the hard, straining cock in her hand.  She even bent to suck it when he took a break from her nipples.

With the covers tossed aside, she finally rolled over on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could.  He accepted her invitation promptly, kneeling before her open pussy.  As he leaned forward, she guided his cock to her and then inside.  She barely had time to raise her legs before he took over.  He penetrated her with a few quick thrusts.  But as root of his cock ground against her, she caught his head in both hands.  She fixed him with a steady look.

“You promised to make me cum, remember?” she hissed at him.

He returned a silent, solemn nod as his breath came in pants.  Although mute, she concluded that he seemed to focus.

“Then take it slow, okay?”

She released his head and placed her hands on either side of his rib cage.  Braced on his arms he took that as her signal to commence the main event.  He slid his cock in and out of her in long, slow strokes.  As he nearly pulled out of her, the rim of his cock head brushed her inner hot spot.  With the feeling of that “just right” stimulation, her excitement began to build.  She sneaked a peek down her body to see a length of his tufted shaft appear above the horizon of her mons and then glide out of sight again.  The sensation of her vaginal track being reopened at the same time added to the thrill that coursed through her.  As she looked up at him again she could see that he approved of her voyeuristic observation.

But her need was building.  Hoisting her legs higher and hooking her feet behind his ass, she signaled him to pick up the pace.  He didn’t need much urging.  His strokes became more rapid and harder.  Her body rocked with their impact.  She felt her tits sway out of rhythm as their own mass caused them to lag behind the motion of the rest of her body.

She heard a high, keening moaning.  When she realized that it was emanating from her, she quickly compressed her lips.  It wouldn’t do to alert her mother to the fact that she was experiencing ecstasy on the end of her brother’s cock.  That was the last focused thought she had.  Her mental processes were rapidly swamped by an overload of passion. 

He was pounding her furiously when she went over, but she was barely aware of his activity.  The explosion in her cunt rolled like ball lightning to her brain.  Her body clenched, shuddered and clenched again.  When the last wave of pleasure subsided she was holding Brad tightly.  He in turn was shuddering as he pressed the root of his cock insistently against her.  His strained gasps finally made her understand that he was climaxing as well.

He slumped on top of her as they both sought to catch their breath.  At last he raised himself on his elbows, causing his face to hover above hers.  The half light of the room was enough to make his weary smile apparent.

“Wow, Lynne, you were amazing.  I thought you were going to strangle my cock with your pussy when you came.  Do you always cum like that?”

“I don’t  know,” she replied sincerely.  “I’ve never been told that before.” 

Still tingling in her afterglow she realized that she had cum pretty hard, maybe harder than she ever had.

“I’ve never had a girl go over on me like than before.  Not Morgan, not Mo – .” He stopped abruptly and then hastily added, “Not any girl.”

Failing to attach any meaning to his fumble, she just grinned with pleasure at him.

“Well, then I guess I’m your first for something.”

“I can tell I’m not yours,” he observed slyly.  “Is good ol’ Tim taking care of your business?”

Tim, her occasional date, had been to second base and digging for third but she had not made up her mind whether to surrender to him yet.  He was nice enough but her secret lover was taking care of her so well, she didn’t feel the urgency to spread her legs for the very eager Tim.  However, Brad required a response.

“Tim, among others.” She smiled cryptically.

He arched an eyebrow.

“Among others?  Like who?”

“Not telling.  A girl’s got to have some secrets.”

She held her breath to see what he would say next.  Fortunately, he didn’t pursue it.  Instead, he changed the topic to when they could “do this” again.  With his cock softening in her and the weight of his warm, very male body pressing on her, she was very inclined to making this a habit.  However, one should not overlook the complications involved.

She expressed her willingness but also was careful to point out the need to be concerned about their parents.  He conceded her point but continued to pursue a commitment for a rematch.  She demurred again.  In the end they agreed to play it by ear.

He was completely soft when he rolled off her.  Finding his feet, he used her bathroom to wipe off his cock and nether regions with toilet tissue.  She watched him from the bed where her pussy was drooling their combined fluids.  It was obvious that he wanted to leave.

“I guess I better go before it gets too late,” he offered awkwardly as he stood by the bed with his shorts in his hand.  She knew it would be hours before their father would be home, so the observation was specious.  Still, if he didn’t want to stay, she wasn’t going to beg.  Although her own experience was limited, she knew guys look for an exit line as soon as they have cum.

She expressed her agreement that they should indeed part.  He leaned over to kiss her.  She was surprised that he took his time and used his tongue.  It was not a bad leave-taking after all. 

She watched the door close behind him and then slid off the bed.  A little clean up was in order before settling back in to await her own main event.  A full shower didn’t seem to be warranted.  After tending to some essential ablutions, she regained her bed.  Not the least bit sleepy, she picked up the remote to see what was on.

Brad glanced over his shoulder as he reached his mother’s door.  Lynne wasn’t peeking out.  Why should she?  Still, caution was indicated.  Things could get messy if too many people knew certain things.  He opened the door and slipped into the darkness beyond.

Dropping his shorts on the floor, he got under the covers next to his sleeping mom.  At the first touch of her bare skin she started and rolled over.

“Hey, there.  Running a late, are we?”

She came to him, slipping a hand behind his head to draw their faces together.  As usual, she began by licking his lips and then his proffered tongue.  Finally, their mouths meshed and they exchanged oral visits.  When they broke, she hesitated a moment and then drew back the sheet and dove for his crotch.  Her mouth closed on his stiffening cock and then her body tensed.  Releasing him, she quickly surfaced and fixed him with a quizzical look.  He was about to ask if anything were wrong when she seemed to shake the thought and came to him again.

His stepmother always liked long foreplay.  Since he was recently sated, he had no problem with that tonight.  She could take all the time she needed while he recharged. 

He had given her a very thorough clit licking and played with her breasts extensively by the time he had rolled on his back to enjoy another of her authoritative cock suckings.  He was writhing and well along to a cum when she ceased her oral ministrations, knelt upright and then straddled him.  It was with considerable eagerness that he watched her prepare to fuck herself on him.  Once she had him fully inside her, she sat back on her heels, rested her hands on her thighs and smiled at him as though waiting for acknowledgement of her feat. 

He liked looking at her like this, not only because his cock was all the way up inside her – which felt very good – but also because she had such excellent tits.  They stood out from her chest better than any woman her age had a right to expect.  Their just-right size areoles with their prominent nipples were a treat for the eye no less than they were for the hand or mouth.

“I’ll have to ask you to excuse me now,” she said.

He blinked out of his reverie.

“Uh?”

As she leaned forward on her arms and her hair hung down around her face, she was smiling slyly.  Those excellent breasts coned as they neared vertical.

“I’m going to be busy fucking myself for the next few minutes.  I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

Her eyes were dancing with amusement as she started to piston on his cock.  He got the joke, but his chuckle turned to a snort as he jerked at the sensation her movement generated in his cock.  It was a tickling feeling that he identified as a tenderness in his urethra that was a reminder of his recent ejaculation – the one that went into his sister.  The tingle persisted as she continued, giving a new dimension to his arousal.  He was very down with this.

A bit later his consciousness poked out of the foggy milieu generated by their vigorous coupling to ascertain that he was holding each of his partner’s tits as she gyrated on his stalwart member.  Her eyes were closed and she seemed oblivious to his possession of her frontal appointments.  She was well on her way to her climax.  For his part, that tickle that had occupied him earlier was gone, apparently worked out.  His shaft, which was being well polished by his mother’s cunt, was not responding in the prescribed manner.  In short, he was not going to get off.

As if to confirm his gathering fear, his partner hitched and then began to grind on his crotch.  He felt the squeezing of his cock by her pussy muscles.  She thrashed and whimpered, then abruptly subsided.  As he watched her drooping head sway above him, he mentally bemoaned the lost opportunity.  She was done for the night. She would ...

Just then she took a few tentative, twitching pumps on his cock.  Seemingly reassured, she began to ride him again.  His hopes soared.  She was back in business.  Come on, cum.

They worked together feverishly.  She had another pause while she spasmed.  As she resumed, he felt the telltale welling in his cock.  It developed slowly.  He concentrated on it, trying to will the orgasm.

His body jerked as he exploded.  He clawed the bed as he repeatedly thrust his pelvis upward.  She remained active through his ordeal, but he was only distantly aware of that fact.  As he came down he realized she was still pumping with undiminished ferocity. 

Gasping, he was just beginning to marvel at her sustained energy when she convulsed again.   His cock was ravaged once more by her vaginal contractions.  When they were over, she slumped on top of him. 

“Oh, God,” she groaned when she had sufficient breath control to form words.  “I think one more would have killed me.”

He was intrigued by her display.

“Did you actually cum more than once?”

She raised her head and tucked some of her hair behind her ear before she responded.

“If I counted right, that was three cums.”

“Three?  You never did that before.”

“You never were able to hold out like that before, Mr. Hair Trigger.”  She paused and regarded him intently as though considering if she should express her next thought. 

“I guess I have Lynne to thank for that,” she observed matter-of-factly.  Her tone was not accusing, but under the circumstances no accusation was required. He felt his heart jump in alarm.  She arched a quizzical eyebrow as her gaze remained on him.

“You fucked Lynne right before you came in here, didn’t you?”  Now she was addressing him.

“Uh, what makes you say that?” he stammered.  The flight instinct was in full control of his mind, but his body was frozen in place.  He had been found out and he was scared –. of what, remained to be ascertained.

She regarded him expectantly for a moment, then she laughed.  His fear-numbed brain took a turn into confusion.  Still grinning, her hand cupped his chin to direct his gaze at her.

“You’re such a man.  Did you really think that I couldn’t smell – and taste – another woman on you?  A word of advice:  always shower if you’re going from one woman’s cunt to another and you don’t want them to know about each other.”  She saw the alarm in his face and her expression softened.  “It’s okay.  Don’t panic,” she continued more gently.  “I’m glad you and Lynne are fucking.  Your dad will be, too, once he knows.”

“What?” he asked sharply.  At this point he was not crediting his ears.

His stepmom raised her chin to fix him with a steady look.  She was quietly earnest now.

“I said your dad and I wanted you and Lynne to be having sex with each other.  We thought it was about time.”  She let that sink in while she dismounted, sat up and crossed her legs in front of her. 

Once she was in position, she leaned forward and appropriated his cock, which had gone quite limp.  “You know how I told you when we started fucking that I thought families should share sex as long as everybody was okay with it?” she continued.  She waited for his nod.  “Well, we’ve been hoping that you two would get the message and we could all share this.”

Brad digested this.

“So this is all okay with you guys?” he repeated slowly. 

“More than okay, based on tonight.  Her letting off some of your steam let me get off three times while you were recharging.  I can’t find anything wrong with that.”

Except for the fact that they were both naked, she was holding his cock and they were talking about intra-family sex, this could have been a mundane conversation judging from her demeanor.  Brad’s mind was racing.

“So I can fuck Lynne and you both?”

She inclined her head in a sideways nod.

“As much as we’ll have you.”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know that answer to his next question, but it came out anyway.

“And where’s Dad in all this?”

Craig turned onto their street.  It was an uphill drive.  It was handy having the house that occupied the highest point in the neighborhood.  With a privacy fence around the pool, they could leave off with bathing suits.  Indeed he and Amy never wore a stitch around the pool.  They were pretty casual about nudity in the house most of the time, too.  

The kids were another matter.  When he and Brad set up housekeeping with Lynne and Amy over eight years ago, the kids didn’t have any problem running around in the buff.  As they got into puberty, however they covered up.  Until recently they acted as though their parent’s nudity was a major embarrassment.

It was almost a year ago that Amy, with Craig’s encouragement seduced his son.  It was part of a tacit plan since they began their relationship to encourage their children to seek sex partners beyond the confines of the “norm” – a state they both reviled.  However, they let Brad believe that his stepmother was cheating on her mate with him.  They hoped the state of decadence that he would find himself in would break down his lingering allegiance to conventional sexual behavior.  Indeed, there were signs that their subterfuge was having the desired effect.  Brad had begun to walk around the house in the nude.  Moreover, he seemed to make a point of displaying his genitalia to its best advantage, as though asserting his right to his stepmother’s bed.

Lynne had pointedly registered disgust that her brother was falling into step with her parents’ practices.  Her grumbling and flouncing from the room, however, subsided as Craig started to pursue her.  Once he succeeded in seducing her, she ceased her protests altogether.   Only on the occasions when Brad had made a point of displaying his naked body when she had girlfriends visiting did she make any complaint.

Craig had let Lynne assume that their clandestine affair was entirely outside the knowledge of her mother.  He savored her wantonness as she lay back and spread her legs for him during their secret rendezvous.  Whenever he reminisced how his rock hard cock had opened her for the first time – to his surprise she was a virgin when she first submitted to him – he immediately got hard.

He pulled the car into the garage and allowed the automated door to close behind him.  Alighting, he made no attempt to unload his musical equipment before heading inside.  He had also eschewed the usual nightcap with his band mates, so eager was he to fuck his stepdaughter on this particular night. 

As they had vacated the bandstand, he found that his phone had a message waiting.  He returned Amy’s call promptly and learned of the evening’s developments.  This was the moment that they had awaited so patiently for so long.  Brad had at last closed their circle of lust with the thrust of his cock.  Craig was genuinely gratified and proud of his son at that moment.  He and Amy discussed the next steps.  First, he would join Lynne in her bed and mingle his semen with his son’s in her body.

Craig stopped in the laundry room and stripped.  He always did this when returning to the house from one of his musical engagements.  It was motivated by two very practical considerations.  One was that his clothes smelled unpleasantly of cigarette smoke and alcohol.  The other was that his cock was generally so hard at this point that his pants were distinctly uncomfortable.

He grasped his rampant member as he made his way up the stairs.  Reassured of its readiness, he freed it to sway with his strides as he gained the second floor and arrived at his daughter’s room.

It was dark within.  She lay inert beneath the sheet that he raised in order to join her.  She rolled over to greet him as soon as he touched her.  Apparently she was awake and ready.  That suited him.

As they kissed, her hand found his cock.  She smiled in the dark as she pulled back momentarily from their oral union.

“Is all this for me?”

If possible, he was more turned on by the little girl tone she adopted.

“Yes, it’s a present that I’ve been getting ready for you all night.”

Their kiss was longer this time and engaged their tongues extensively.

“I love you so much, Daddy.”  She was still in little girl mode but she no longer seemed to be performing.

“And I love you, too, Princess.”

The sheet alternately twisted and billowed in response to the activity beneath it.  He gave each of her nipples a very through sucking while he finger fucked her.  When he relented she sucked and licked his cock until he became concerned about a premature ejaculation.  The sheet finally got tossed aside as he dove face first into her crotch, vigorously licking her clit while he fingered her cunt.

Moaning under his attentions she spread her churning legs wide apart and bucked against his mouth.  There was only one possible response to a girl in that state and he resolved to give it.

She quieted and pushed back with her pelvis when she felt his cock head enter her.  She met his second and third strokes with equal steadiness.  Finally, she braced and pushed against the root of his cock as he ground into her pussy.  Propping himself on both arms, he looked down into her tense face. 

“Are you ready for my cum, Baby Girl?” he murmured.

She recognized the signal for their little game. 

“Yes, Daddy.  Fuck your baby girl.”  She managed to reassume her little girl voice despite her rising passion.

“Say ‘please,’” he prompted, with mock sternness.

Her face morphed into a mask of immature supplication complete with a moue.

“Please fuck me.  Please fill my belly with your jizzum, Daddy.  Please?”

He nodded solemn assent.

“Alright, since you said the magic word.”

As he began long, slow strokes, she raised her legs and managed to get them between them, running up his chest and past his shoulders.  She smiled triumphantly at her accomplishment.  She had learned her lessons well.  It crossed his mind to wonder if he could detect any difference in the tightness of her cunt since Brad had preceded him.  He decided he couldn’t.  Still nice and tight.  What a sweet little cunt.

As his strokes came more quickly, she broke out into staccato squeaks that signified the increase in her arousal.  Hearing that and watching her face with eyes shut and mouth drooped open fed back to his arousal.  He was going to blow a huge wad into her, but first he would send her to the moon.

He was pounding her mercilessly when she suddenly caught her breath, arched her back and drove her pussy against him.  Her body stiffen repeatedly in concert with the clenching of her pussy muscles while she emitted a succession of straggled cries.

He’d done it – gotten her over.  And not a moment too soon.  The tingling in his cock alerted him.  He plunged sharply into her as a rocket of cum burned its way up his cock.  His body jerked as the second wave lifted him into a blinding orgasm.  The third jolt sustained the incredible sensation.  His pelvis rocked against hers as the diminishing aftershocks let him down.

She had the presence of mind to sweep her legs aside as he sagged down on her.  He came to rest full length pressing her body into the bed.  His face buried itself in the bedding as his head draped over her shoulder.

When he raised his head at last, her body was relaxed and yielding under him.  The soft-but-firm feel of her young body, the smell of their coupling and the sensation of his sated cock still embedded in her moist interior – all signs of a job well done.  It flitted through his mind that as a minor child, she would be considered the victim of his act of sexual depravity.  But they had each freely given and received intense pleasure on an equal basis.  How was there anything wrong with that?  He hoped the world would grow up some day and appreciate the “rightness” of what had just happened between them.

He watched her face, content to let events unfold at their own pace.  Her head had lulled to the side.  Eyes closed, her breathing was becoming less labored as she drew in through her nose and out through her mouth.

At last her head rolled to center.  Half opening her eyes, she perceived his watchful presence.  A dreamy smile drifted across her lips.

“Daddy ...,” she breathed.  “That was great.”

He couldn’t quite manage to set his face sternly as he admonished her.

“What do you say when someone does something nice for you?”

Her expression changed to one of theatrical contriteness.

“Thank you, Daddy,” said in a small voice.  Then she smiled broadly.  She was so appealing when she was freshly fucked.  His cock twitched inside her.

He dipped is head and kissed her.  It turned into something more prolonged.

As he lay on his side sometime later, he gathered her to him.  She came readily, notwithstanding his wet cock that pressed against her.  Closing her eyes she snuggled.

Now was the moment.  He’d have to tell her.

“Brad told me that I almost strangled his cock with my cunt muscles when I came.  Did I ever do that to you?” 

The question was delivered in a murmur.   Her eyes were still closed when he looked down. 

“Uh, Brad fucked you?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah, twice today.  He said that after the second time.  That was right before he fucked Mom.”

Her eyes remained closed while she paused for an elaborate yawn.  His breathing had become shallow.  He was aware of his heart throbbing.

“I guess Brad told you about him and your mom?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Yeah, he came back in and told me after Mom told him that you and I had been fucking.”

“How was he handling it?”

Her mouth twisted into a disapproving line.  She pulled her head away, the better to let her eyes bore into him.

“Like a little boy who had just learned something naughty that he couldn’t wait to tell.  I don’t think he had any problem with ... the situation.  He just wanted to see how I’d react.”

“And how did you react?”

He held his breath when she continued to stare at him without replying.  At last she averted her gaze.

“I guess ‘stunned’ is the word.  I couldn’t believe that you were keeping secrets from me – that made me feel betrayed – and I couldn’t believe that Mom was down with the idea that her man was fucking her daughter – that made me feel weird.” 

“How do you feel now?”

The steady gaze was back for a moment, then she lowered her eyes to his chest and seemed to consider.

“That was a couple of hours ago.  My feelings have been allover the map since then.”  She took a breath.  He continued to hold his.  “Until just now, I wasn’t even sure I was going to let on to you that I knew. That’s why I went along with the fucking.  If you had come in an hour ago, I probably would have screamed at you and told you to get out.  Right now, I guess you could say that I’m dealing with it.  I’m trying to get used to the idea that we’re all sharing.”

His vital signs took a welcome dip.  He began to hope this would be okay.

“If it’s worth anything, you’re mother called me to tell me that you and Brad were doing the deed and that she had told him about us.  It was my job to tell you.  I came in here tonight with the intention of doing that.”

Her eyes were back on his.

“After we’d fucked?”

“Uh, well, I was trying to pick a good time.”  He took a breath and let go.  “Okay, I was really hot for you.  I didn’t want to take any chances that you wouldn’t be in the mood after I told you.”

She smirked.

“Truth at last.  Man truth,” she said.

He realized he wasn’t standing tall right then.  Some initiative was warranted.

“If you get down to the core truth it’s that I love you, Princess.  We all love each other in this family.  Your mother and I believe that sex is a legitimate way we can express our love for each other.  We think it’s crazy that sex should be something we save only to be shared with strangers.  Of course, joining in on that had to be your choice.  We started showing you and Brad and now you and Brad have found each other.  To our way of thinking, this is a great day.”

He knew he had scored when her gaze wavered and her jaw slacked a bit.  After a moment, she lay down and snuggled against him but rotated her head so that both eyes addressed his face.  Her expression was intent.  He felt her hand grasp his cock.

“Kiss me, Daddy.  Please.”

Amy awoke abruptly.  She was roused by Craig as he slipped under the covers.  Even drowsy she turned into him and found his lips unerringly.  The smell of recent love-making was on him.  Knowing its source, she was turned on by it.

Craig set about his business searching out her crevices and protrusions with his usual competence.  That was especially delicious in her warm, sleepy state.  She needed to do only as much as was necessary to register her approval and offer encouragement. 

His fingers and tongue had been at her pussy for quite a while with excellent results when she managed to capture his cock and guide it toward her entrance.  He was rock hard and drooling.  She was gasping and writhing.  It seemed like a good time to take this to the next level.

He filled her with a few authoritative thrusts.  Once he was in, she welcomed him with customary vaginal contractions.  He reciprocated with short, rocking thrusts that added to her stimulation.  Satisfied, she raised her legs and used her heels to prod his ass.  Taking the hint, he began to fuck her – slowly.  

She always appreciated the sensation generated by his nice, fat cock head as it dragged back and forth over her sensitive spots.  He was the most uniquely appointed in that department of any man she had ever experienced.  Although he hadn’t given her the opportunity this time, she was an especial fan of the mouth feel the rim of his head imparted.

With serene confidence that he would take a long time to cum, she let her arousal build at its leisure.  When he ramped up his effort, her excitement accelerated.  She went over with a series of staccato squeaks.  Her body twisted around the axis of his cock as her climax broke over her and played out.  

He kept pounding through her orgasm.  His sense of urgency was apparent as he tried to stimulate himself sufficiently to reach his own orgasm so soon after his last fuck.  When she could, she tilted her cunt upward to give him a target with more friction.  He didn’t acknowledge her efforts as he plowed on stoically, seemingly hypnotized by his own rhythm. 

Intent on assisting his progress, she passed on the opportunity for another orgasm, clenching her pussy resolutely.  Finally, he hitched and plunged.  He collapsed on her with gasps and groans as his climax subsided.  She held him until he recovered, letting her hands play over his back.  

As he showed signs of rousing, she gave his softening cock a vaginal squeeze.  When his head rose into her field of view he was smiling.

“Oh, baby.  That was sweet.”

When they had kissed, she fixed him with a fierce look.

“I told you never to call me ‘baby.’”

She couldn’t keep a straight face.  After they’d shared a chuckle, she got to the cogent question.

“How did it go with Lynne?”

“Her pussy was as delicious as always,” he replied impishly.

“You know what I mean, you disgusting pig,” she persisted with a smile.

She felt a pang of concern as his face gathered itself into a more serious arrangement.

“Turns out Brad beat me to it.  He went back to her after you told him.”

Her concern escalated to worry.

“How did she take it?”

“Well, she let me fuck her before she told me.  I think she was annoyed at first but cooled down by the time I got there.  Thank God for the delay.”

Amy’s pulse rate started to slow.

“So she’s okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.  She was very loving when I left.”

She thought for a moment.

“Get off me.  I should go to her.”

“Huh?  It’s almost 4 o’clock.  She’s probably asleep.”

She snorted derisively as she gained her feet.

“A man would be asleep.  Sex is like a sleeping pill for you guys.  The wheels keep turning for girls.  She’s probably awake and thinking.”

Amy decided that a detour to the bathroom for a little cleanup would be prudent.  When she emerged, Craig was no longer conscious.  She grinned as she left the room.

I rest my case, she thought.  Men!

The End