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"CONSEQUENCES!"
CHAPTER FOUR
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Now firmly established in the locality's eyes as
`Julia's brother who lives with her', everything might
have happily continued the same way for years. Marcus
found himself divorced; problematical finances, jobs,
mortgages and other knick-knacks resolved themselves or
were under control and life was superb.
Two years on, our love affair - for that's what it was
- continued to expand and deepen, Julia and I constantly
finding new depths and sides to each other, and -
wickedest of wicked - it was pure loving-incestuous
sperm flooding Julia's wonderful body which made us both
glow with happiness and warmth; we cuddled our perfect,
happy, secret to each other and ourselves. To us both,
that life could get better was impossible, that better
and happier delights were ahead was out of the picture.
What could improve on Heaven?
The evening washing-up out of the way, Julia and I
were sharing an arm-chair, under her jumper, my hand
idly caressing her nipple, when gently running it about,
she popped the tip of her long tongue in my ear. This
was usually the sign she was after something; if not my
body, it would be my wallet. Not feeling her invading my
potentcy, I growled "OK, OK! You've got me, I'll play!.
What are you after?"
"Absolutely nothing at all, dear brother." Long pause.
"I was just wondering, that's all."
"What about?"
Pause. "If you'd be happy if someone came to live with
us?" Julia admired her finger-nails, her usual pose of
artful innocence.
"A threesome, already? It's all the same to me. After
all, I'm only your rent-paying brother, occupying that
glorified box you call a spare bedroom! Why, who've you
got in mind?" I stared at her. "Oh God! Not more dusky
Filipino gardeners? You use them up too quickly, the
last two were carried out on a wheel-barrow."
"They were amateurs, just auditioning!", Julia
snorted. "No, nothing like that. No-one important. No-
one really." After another a long pause, her happiness
bubbling over, she gave a huge, impish grin. "Just your
daughter!"
Soon after getting-together, Julia and I delved very
deeply into the subject of progeny. The risk of
confidence being breached - not necessarily by them -
being far too high, talking to our own doctors and
medical connections was out! Tactful, innocent-looking
discussions with other medical people - extracting
information about the procreation of incest was like
pulling teeth without anaesthetic and guaranteed to
produce negative, `seat to get my backside on if things
go wrong!' answers - and few reference libraries having
shelf upon shelf on the subject led to us feeling we
were assembling an intricate, three-dimensional jig-saw
puzzle with no straight edges or picture to work to!
Naturally - what else would they do? - everyone and
the few books etc., gave doom and gloom predictions,
hair-raising pictures and pessimistic evidence of
incestuous pregnancy, and - quite apart from not wishing
to put unnecessary fear into Julia - amid the hysteria,
it took a Machiavellian mind to find the few unbiased
facts.
Reading between the lines, first-generation children
of incest stood only a slightly increased risk of
genetic malformation. A wild card in the unspecified
equation, when it came to brains and talent, some were
virtual fore-runners of a veritable super-race!
Assuming her egg was under attack from 400 million
very single-minded sperms every time I restaged the
Normandy invasion in Julia's uterus, even allowing for
a high casualty-rate, every week saw an average of about
3 billion of the little sods spinning round inside her
at any given moment, with time on their hands and
nothing to do but look for trouble.
Now, after 2 years or so, having lubricated her baby-
making parts with sufficient semen to refloat an ocean-
going liner, one mischief-making rat-bag had taken
himself seriously, beat the system and hit the jack-pot.
"Christ on a bicycle! You're pregnant!" Changes
loomed.
"If not, we'll eat that doctor in a pie and sue his
damned rabbit!", laughed Julia. Suddenly, she looked
concerned. "Are you happy about it?"
In the absence of reasonable proof positive, although
Julia's womb literally glowed with love - I knew, I
often had a hand on it - and varying between monumental
and colossal, with her sporadic desire for my baby left
unresolved, trusting to Destiny and ably reinforced by
Julia's contraceptive coil, the topic of children had
been quietly dropped!
Now, warming in front of Julia's delight, there could
only be one answer and I gave her a big hug. "Oh, lover
mine! I couldn't be more happier if I tried! That's
bloody marvellous, absolutely bloody marvellous! I was
thinking about asking you if you were happy to take the
risk?"
At that period, still very controversial and risky,
abortion never came into it. Thanking public opinion's
complete ostrich-view for leaving us in the dark about
incestuous pregnancy, I mentally shrugged my shoulders
and called in my friend Fate, on whose broad back I
placed the problem. Hugging Julia close, I asked, "Are
you happy about it?"
Putting her arms round my waist, her head on my chest,
Julia whispered "You know I've wanted to feel your baby
growing inside me since I was twelve. Even before then".
She looked up, a happy glow in her face. When it came to
optimistic blind-faith, she had a cartload. "There's no
risk, our love will protect it, you'll see."
"But it's going to mean changes for you." Julia looked
at me questioningly. "A daughter in the house. Another
mouth to feed, another woman to love."
Right then, had sister Julia asked me for the moon,
I'd have been drawing plans for the rocket! Unhearing,
without a thought, I happily agreed.
So saving the obstetrician from being cooked and
eaten, in case there did prove to be a foul-up with her
tests, ten minutes were spent energetically ensuring
Julia's next period would be noticeable by its absence.
And making sure those beautiful breasts would feed our
baby my love as well as Julia's milk!
For the sake of family and friends, spare moments over
the next few weeks were spent in innocent fun, Julia
building an elaborate story around a mythical American
boy-friend who, everyone was told, she only occasionally
saw.
Cuddled up in bed at night, we planned `Hank's'
movements for the days ahead, what he would likely be
telling Julia and where his business would take him. A
charter pilot by profession, and a workaholic likely to
be called at odd times, he conveniently disappeared for
weeks on end. (We simply couldn't have his presence
interfering with our life together, and besides, if
discovering me bathing his baby's head with loving
sperm, he might get upset!)
Then, seduced by champagne, on the one occasion Julia
was smooth-talked into relaxing her guard, horror of
horrors, the filthy swine impregnated her! And if that
was not enough, then told her he was - shock horror gasp
- a married man! Being the good-looking lady of style
she was, Julia instantly forgave him as being `only-
human'.
Hank's demise was scheduled to be in a regrettable
plane-crash, but people possibly expecting to read it in
the papers and because, underneath it all, he was really
such a first-class nice-guy, (Julia had far too much
class to be seen with `rubbish') he was reprieved from a
grisly fate. Other suggested `exits' included
disappearing whilst on charter to the Orinocco Airline
Company, but Julia categorically refused; although a sex
maniac, a deflowerer and corrupter of decent, innocent
women, she loved the father of her unborn child far too
much to permit that!
Being a `good-egg', the excellent `boy-scout' we had
created, eventually obliging everyone by doing the right
thing, Hank returned to his wife, Stella, who overnight,
whisked him back to America where, flying for Panam, he
followed a successful career. To mark our deep
gratitude, we promoted him Training Captain.
In the family's and neighbours view, another
`worthless man', adulterous air-line pilots out of the
way, obliging `good brother' once again stepped into the
gaping breach to be a good Uncle to the pending
newcomer. Making us wonder whether she had twigged, with
a swift look from Mum, and a pointed `are you positive
everything is going to be all right' to Julia, our
parents were told of the arrival. But whatever her
thoughts, making it unanimous, Mum was genuinely happy
about Julia's pregnancy.
Julia being left in the lurch by yet another man, we
thought it best to move house, settling in a little
village by the sea, hundreds of miles from old friends
and colleagues, where, never contradicted, locals
automatically accepted us as `man-and-wife'. That we
were a `fond' couple became common-knowledge; not the
stuff of Parish Magazines, that behind closed doors, we
became brother and sister still consumed by pure loving
carnality and lust remained secret!
Our daughter, a perfectly-formed bombshell named
Shonagh, was born one marvellous spring morning, and
from then, I had two women doggedly vying for attention!
Studying her fair hair, I wondered about dark-haired
Hank's genealogy!
After two years, for reasons of convenience, the
baby's bed was in our room. Never one to be bashful, and
going after a `pick-me-up' or `heart-starter' Julia's
lips were giving my penis a working-over when I became
aware of big blue eyes watching through the side-bars.
Although I jumped, Julia carried on.
Over breakfast, I received Julia's honest opinion that
it was never going to hurt a child seeing its parents
loving each other. Readily agreeing, from there, never
initiating anything, if something occurred, neither did
we stop it; it was innocent enough. If Julia and I were
making love and Shonagh came to us, if she wanted to
join in with a cuddle, we let her. But at two, she was
no more interested in our naked bodies as she was our
left ears!
Some months later, dreaming of tits, knickers and
penis-licking, when erotically coming awake some months
later to the physical sensations, I found little
Shonagh, now about two-and-a-half, busily sucking me.
Laughing, Julia was holding her, but seeing me nervously
discomforted into wilting, she gently removed our little
daughter from the bed - and my penis - loudly whispering
to her what a mean old Dad she had. "After all, the
stuff comes for free!"
Particularly on mornings following that summer's hot
nights, when everyone slept in the nude, as she
clambered into bed with us, instead of her lips, Shonagh
might occasionally get her little navel or belly kissed
good-morning. A genuine accident, one morning, I missed
by a mile and she caught a kiss on the pussy. Shonagh
wriggled and giggled, she instinctively loved it.
Undoubtedly her mother's daughter, Shonagh squealed
with delight when - that firm little tummy being
provocatively waggled at us - one or the other of us had
saucily slipped a tongue-tip into her little groove,
flicking her clitoris. Nothing wicked, just open loving,
happening if it happened. It often happened after that,
but once done, was over and then forgotten. There was
never a planned onslaught on our children's sexual
areas.
Working from home, the little business I started after
we had moved house on money Dad left me when he died was
now doing really well, which was fortunate, because a
year later, Julia told me she was pregnant again. It
wasn't a surprise; after pushing the usual fears of
genetic weakness from our minds - one look at Shonagh's
perfect little firm body and bright mind was all the
reassurance we needed - we'd really tried for this one,
and all that remained was to see if it was a boy or a
girl. I was easy either way, but Julia was dead set on a
boy. When she was about two months from birth, over
breakfast on the terrace one morning, I asked why.
Making me wonder why I hadn't realised it for myself,
said in such a way, Julia laughed. "So the numbers are
even, silly. So we can love each other as a family!"
Now, any person selling Rolls-Royce motor-cars would
be silly to deny ever wondering what it would be like to
own one. Similarly, constantly receiving only the
fullest co-operation and love from his sister, with her
bearing one incestuous child and carrying another,
whilst all the time conducting a full-blooded, highly-
happy, erotic, incestuous love-affair on our level, no
man in my position can rear a daughter without wondering
whether she will one day want to be fucked by Dad or
what it would be like to fuck her.
So far having put the subject out of my mind, reality
was now catching-up and I felt uneasy. A morning
giggle with Shonagh was one thing, full-scale sex was
something else; exciting fantasy, but still something
else. "Why do you think that will happen?" I asked.
Julia burst out laughing and danced out of spanking
range. "You're picking a funny time to think about it,
aren't you, when your chief claim to fame is for having
incestuous relations with females of your family? I'm
very happy to say!" Regarding herself safe, she came
close again, and giving me a peck, sat down. "Seriously
though, of all the options, not only does incest give
our family what we would want for them, it happens to be
the only option?"
The logic made my nose wrinkle a question.
"We are an incestuous family" stated Julia. "Our
`joining-ceremony' opened the door to happiness beyond
our wildest hopes and dreams. Any parent would want
their children to have that!" Raising her eyes to
Heaven, she shook her head. "It gave him his innocent
sister's love and more lust and sex than most men get in
three lifetimes, yet he complains?"
Mouth curled in a smile, Julia winked at me and
carried on. "Not only are you happy in incest, you have
felt and lived the results of loving-incest, and,
dearest brother, you are an honest man who would be very
unhappy lying to, misleading or downright depriving your
children of anything. Which, incidentally, you'll be
forced to do if they are not told.
"Not a million miles from that, we firmly believe in
incest and the freedom it gave us to develop genuine
love. Which we thoroughly enjoy, and would be loathe to
give up. And why should we?" She raised her eyebrows
at me.
The logic making me blink a little, I questioned
Julia's line of reasoning.
"It's all one tremendous risk!" Shrugging her
shoulders, Julia said again, "We are a family of incest!
If only having incestuous blood in the kids was risk
enough, one or the other of them - probably both - will
have our loving nature and might easily take after us as
we were as children. They'll see whatever they see, and
pick up on whatever keeps them happy. We aren't ever
going to stop them, it's not in our nature, and out of
choice, we would positively encourage them. Much
better to see what they get up to than have it happen
behind our backs in dark places." Smiling, she
conversationally poured the tea. "Or on settees!
"So, we can risk finding the two of them screwing each
other like dogs on heat, and let it carry on. Or if
stopping them, risk a repetition of what happened when
Mum and Dad found you getting at me, thereby raising the
necessity of giving all sorts of explanations, the
purpose of which they might not easily understand.
"So there lays another risk. If children do not
understand, in their confusion, they will ask other
people to explain.
"Now we fall over other risks, but these really are
risks, they involve other people! Risking the children
asking questions of them is very dangerous, probably
causing them to closely look at us; who are we, where do
we come from, that sort of thing! What might those other
people not find out, to the risk and detriment of us
all?
"Via those other people, officialdom could become
involved, and from there, gigantic, dangerous risks
arise. In itself, that you and I look so much alike in
ordinary daylight is a high-calibre risk. Fooling people
in a hotel is completely different to pulling the wool
over suspicious eyes and non-sympathetic minds."
Julia sat back in her chair. "So for our children,
much better they grow up living in incest, accepting it
for what it means to them and all of us and they and we
deal with it as normally as possible. There, the only
risk - and a very small one at that - is should they not
like it, which if it happens, would only prove you and I
have made a complete muck-up of doing what we do well.
Fucking in loving-incest!". Julia chuckled. "Who knows,
if as some people think, incest is passed from
generation to generation, when she's older, there's even
a risk Shonagh might want your body."
Enquiringly, Julia looked at me. "Or would you be
happier taking one of the other risks?"
Put like that, I had to stop and think. Most of what
Julia was saying had crossed my mind, and it put my mind
at rest to know we were on the same wave-length. "So you
believe the children would be unhappy if they didn't
know about you and I. That they would become insecure?"
"Try permanently stopping giving Shonagh's clitoris
its Sunday morning ration of love and, pretty smartly,
you'll find out," was Julia's prompt reply. "She's like
her mother! Stop, and she'll feel insecure, think you
don't love her any more. If a child feels insecure, it
becomes unhappy and shows it, and someone is bound to
ask why this is so.
"The children will have to be told sometime; why
bother to wait until everyone else has bred doubt and
fear and suspicion in them, has told them all about the
big `TABOO!'? Then to suddenly spring it on them that
Mummy and Dad are some form of freaks, terrible mortal-
sinners, and whether they like it or not, they are part
of the sin! God Bless society! If the children aren't
traumatised beforehand, they will be then! It would
frighten them to death, the poor darlings! They'd never
get over it, never forgive us! And I wouldn't blame
them."
Not a good thought to start the day on. Another one
came to mind. "So why is having a boy important? What's
the problem if the next one is a girl."
"Simple jealousy", replied Julia with a smile. "You,
you incorrigible corrupter of little girls, will no
doubt cope, but history is full of the troubles
following two women who share a single man. Three women
sharing one man is absolutely fraught with danger.
Involving two little girls as it might, doubtless, this
will lead to insecurity and questions arising, thus
risking trouble.
"So, not being in the market for problems, let us
`fail to safe'."
"Why?" I wished I had a woman's mind.
"Julia loves brother's cock. Shonagh already loves
Daddy's tongue, and probably one day soon, will fancy a
helping of what happens from there. Either second
daughter gets much the same share or green-eye arises
and causes trouble.
"As we get older, you'll have enough trouble supplying
me. Ego and much-though-you-may-fancy-the-idea on the
back burner, do you think you can continue regular
supplies when you have two other mouths to feed?" Julia
could make complicated things sound almost simple when
she tried. "Therefore, my darling one, pray for a sturdy
male-child with a strong sex-drive to prevent you from
becoming fucked-out and sucked-out before you reach
middle- age!"
"What makes you think I am prepared to supply anyone
else but you? Particularly my daughter?" I wondered if I
felt as indignant as I sounded.
"Because, dear brother, this is a family of incest. We
are extremely happy, we love our life, and if our
children grow up in the middle of it, in all
probability, they will also love it - it's very
powerful, remember? If our son seduces our daughter,
we'd be happy, but we will become victims of
circumstance. Happy victims, maybe, but victims
nevertheless." I apparently passed inspection as, eyeing
me up and down, Julia pursed her lips. "Mmm, you may
need your arm twisted up your back, but I think you'll
eventually do the right thing."
The negatives wouldn't go away. "Perhaps Shonagh will
turn away from our way of life. She might be disgusted.
Or ashamed!" Obstinately, I kept on. "Anyway, why do you
think I'd want to fuck her?"
"Because we are a family of incest." Julia's voice was
very patient. "Because you love her. If tomorrow, she
started playing with your dick, would you stop her?" No
point denying it. "Of course you wouldn't! And if, but
at the rate she's going, more likely `when', Shonagh
wants you between her legs, are you going to refuse?
Never! Everything in you; the father, the protector, the
lover and the man, is all for it!" She grinned slyly.
"Besides, you've known nothing else! The best fucking
you've ever had has come from your family!"
Smiling, Julia softly glanced at me. "Don't be
concerned, you're only hung-up because of Shonagh's
young age, but love will overcome that. You'll do what
you'll do, and when it is time for it to happen, what
will happen, will happen".
Watching the clouds, she looked up into the sky. "And
there's another thing going for incest. Assuming we have
a son, as soon as the opportunity presents itself, the
mother and woman in me will say the same, to do it! If
our son wanders in with an erection, asking what to do,
you'd be the first to tell me to show him. And if you've
shown Shonagh what to do with it, and he knows, as sure
as night follows day and exactly as we would want,
they'll do it to each other.
"Now, are you happy with that, or do you want to go
round again?" Seeing me jolt myself into understanding,
Julia said kindly, "Be realistic, dearest brother!
You're not going to stop making love to me whenever you
want, and if you ever do, I'll bite you to death,
starting with the thing which caused all my problems!
"The children will naturally follow us. Look at the
times we've nearly been caught at it by other people!
And that was before there were children running about.
It's only a matter of time before they catch us, and,
providing we are honest and truthful, it will attract
them!
"After the life and fun we live, it's going to be only
natural to us to include our family; what else would we
do? Could you get a deeper or better love elsewhere? Why
would I want to get sex elsewhere?" Seeing me shake my
head, she added, "So where could your daughter get more
understanding and gentler love, particularly if it comes
highly-recommended by mother!
"Besides which, because this is a family of incest, it
is only a matter of time before you fuck your daughter
or, more likely, your daughter fucks you. In our
household, it's almost a raging certainly!" Julia
laughed aloud. "I'll do a deal with you! If you die
without having done her, I'll jump in the grave with
you!
"And there's one other reason, a big one." Julia
steadily looked at me. "Underneath all this protest, in
our hearts, it's what we both want. What happened to us
when I was four - the love and excitement, the joy - is
engraved on our souls."
Suddenly wrapping her arms around her, Julia shivered.
"And I'd be thrilled to see his daughter making love to
my brother."
Suddenly shy, Julia rose and hugging me close,
whispered, "There's something else you'd better be aware
of". She looked up into my eyes. "I want to feel our
son loving me."
Almost the most powerful of any erotic effect Julia
had ever had on me, the unexpected image turned me on. I
thought for a moment and then grinned. "As you keep
mentioning, this is a family of incest. I'd say you
stand a better than average chance of that happening." I
regarded her. "You've really thought about this, haven't
you? You're really into incest, you really believe it to
be good!"
Relieved, Julia smiled. "So do you!", she retorted,
a happy lilt in her voice. "Loving incest like we have,
yes, every time! What else do you expect? I - we -
have been happier with each other than we ever knew
existed.
"How many `ordinary' couples are as happy as we? Once
we went to bed with each other - once we realised we
wanted each other, loved each other - the writing was on
the wall. You'd want your daughter happy, I'd want the
same for our son. And we both know the simple, fast,
most effective, best way of achieving it.
"If we had suppressed that love, had we followed
convention and squashed our feelings, God knows what
screw-ups we'd be by now, but I hate to even think of
it. Convention nearly cheated us out of everything we
now have. Making them unhappy whilst we secretly still
wanted each other, marrying someone else would have been
a complete fraud: how could we have ever been true to
them? Had we not brought it out into the open, we'd
probably be cheating on them right now, entertaining
licentious thoughts about each other. I certainly would
have been about you, and that would have been terribly
unfair to our partners.
"Now, incest is in our blood and, through the
children, we are in each other's. We love each other and
having overcome your own guilt and fears, there'll be no
stopping you from doing anything for our children. Or
me! Whatever you may think now, one day, you'll want
Shonagh to join us."
This was true, I mused. When the time had come right,
I'd loved Julia enough to not think twice about fucking
her, it was what she wanted and needed to make her
happy. Things had progressed from there, and - rumour
had it - I was a better husband, father and lover than
ever Marcus - or dear old Hank - could ever have been.
And no-one could complain about Julia as a mate,
mother, or anything! Whereas it had pleased my sister,
I'd had no qualms about fucking her, so why would I
suddenly draw a line if it suited and pleased my
daughter? Realising I'd been thinking round an idiot's
circle, I gave Julia a squeeze. "OK, you're on," I said.
"Point me towards this daughter of ours and speak to her
of sex!"
"Steady, boy, steady", laughed Julia. "She isn't after
you yet. But she will be, any day now!"
One morning - she would have been about four - during
Sunday morning's cuddle and play with Mummy and Daddy,
as Daddy lay in their big bed, Shonagh straddled Daddy's
chest, giggling and laughing, her labia innocently
spread wide, tiny clitoris peeking from its hood.
Watching, fondness written over her face, a naked Julia
lay across my legs, her head on her arms.
Seeing Daddy's innocent glance at her pussy, a
suddenly-determined Shonagh levered herself towards me.
Eyes bright, Julia watched intently as towering above
me, little knees on my shoulders, little pink tongue
showing between tiny teeth, Shonagh looked down in
concentration. Suddenly different to other times of
fun, intent on sliding the little dark orifice of her
vagina onto my mouth to be licked, her vulva pushed
forwards!
Horribly real, it was a war-time afternoon again! And
the physical and mental torture which followed it! A
very close relative, legs apart, clitoris showing, a
four-year-old girl wanted sexual-licking! Laying dormant
through all the years, confusion, fear, humiliation,
disgrace, shame, loneliness - every filthy, rotten
feeling that childhood afternoon had bred into me -
suddenly erupted and straining to avoid contact with
Shonagh's belly, pushing her away, my head jerked left
and right as I barked "No!"
Let alone thrashing about like a scorpion stinging
itself to death, little Shonagh had yet to see her
parents cross with her or each other. Trembling on the
verge of tears, shocked and confused, bottom lip
wobbling as she looked to her mother for reassurance,
innocent disappointment and fear showed on her face.
Swiftly, steadying Shonagh's trembling body, Julia was
there. "Everything's all right, darling, we caught Daddy
by surprise, that's all. He loves you very much, it's
all right." Eyes bright with tears, dubiously looking
from one to another, Shonagh paused, awaiting
developments.
Realising the cause, I cursed a family whose motto was
`Never discuss anything worthwhile' and who took feeling
guilty about sexual behaviour to extremes. Rapidly
recovering and feeling guilty myself, I was ashamed of
the hurt I'd caused Shonagh.
"It's OK, darling." Guessing the root of the upheaval,
understanding in her eyes, Julia looked at me as her
soothing voice it. "It's OK. We were always going to
love the children, right?" Fully agreeing with her, I
nodded. "And encourage our kids to love?" Another nod.
"Then lay where you are, and do what you and I want."
Puzzled, I looked at her.
Julia glanced down towards Shonagh's vulva. "Join
Shonagh to us."
Following Julia's gaze, understanding dawning, I
looked up at her. Giving me a direct nod, her voice soft
and reassuring, she talked by Shonagh's ear. "There,
Daddy's quite happy again. It's a lovely game Mummy and
Daddy plays, isn't it, Shonagh? And now our favourite
girl is going to play it with us, is that right?"
Shadow gone from her face, little Shonagh's eyes lit
up. "Yes, please, Mummy? Will Daddy play now? Please,
Daddy!"
Assured Shonagh was now recovered, Julia relaxed. "Oh,
yes, darling, of course he will. Daddy showed Mummy how
to play this game when she was a little girl." She
glanced down, where instinctively, my penis was
beginning to swell. "Now Daddy's going to play it with
you. And do what he promised Mummy a long while ago,
before you were born. Play the game with Mummy." Her
warm eyes asking the question, she looked at me. "Isn't
Daddy?"
From the corner of her eye, as she saw me give a huge
wink as I remembered the day she told me she was
expecting Shonagh, Julia smiled happily. "What a good
Daddy, isn't he?".
Shonagh agreed without hesitation.
"Good! Now Mummy will help Shonagh."
Slowly and carefully, her arm round Shonagh's naked
shoulders, Julia ticklingly ran her other hand down
Shonagh's pink tummy. Well used to this, Shonagh
wriggled appreciatively. Julia's soft, smooth voice
continued. "That's right, little Shonagh, that feels
lovely, doesn't it? Mummy loves it when Daddy plays with
her. It's quite OK, Mummy and Daddy are with you and
love you very much."
Any doubts now completely disappeared, Shonagh was
eager for whatever came next. "Now, Shonagh, let's play
properly". Touching her open labia, for the first time,
Julia's long fingers kept brush-stroking Shonagh's
clitoris until breathtakingly, six inches away from me,
its tiny hood slipped back. Quivering, a replica of
Julia's at the same age, the white stem rose into sight.
Looking down at Julia's hand, Shonagh wondering
fingers lightly touched its swollen-bead herself and
suddenly giggling, her eager little high-pitched voice
happily squealed, "Yes! Play with me!"
"Ease forward then, darling, Mummy's got you." Julia
whispered encouragingly. Enthusiastically wriggling
forward on her knees, wavering, angelic clitoris pointed
straight at me, I could smell lemony freshness on
Shonagh's body as Julia cradled her buttocks in the palm
of her hand. "There, just a little further, darling. Th-
a-a-a-t's it. Now, let Mummy give your bottom a little -
push!", and my slinky little daughter's searching
clitoris slipped firmly between Daddy's lips as, sliding
my hands around Shonagh, I pulled her closer.
Crouched beside me, whispering in my ear as I probed
Shonagh's vagina with my tongue, Julia's hand caressed
her buttocks. "There, darling, my little gift to you!
Who knows what it may bring! You did it to me, and it
created my future. Now do it to our daughter!
"But don't keep her waiting for 20 years before you do
it again. Promise?" My hands holding Shonagh's thighs, I
nodded as Julia exclaimed, "Look at the little minx!
She's loving it." Little hands grasping the headboard,
looking down at her belly, Shonagh's deep-blue eyes
knowingly focused on mine as she deliberately opened her
legs wider to my flicking tongue.