It was the voice of their mother, although she hadn't been the first one on the scene. The youngsters tensed and Johnny immediately rolled off of his sister. The kids turned and saw their mother and father in the doorway. Their father had been the first one of their parents to arrive in the doorway. They hadn't heard him nor did he did make any attempt to stop them. At first he had been too shocked at finding his son and daughter in bed together but, upon watching his kids in the throes of ecstasy Jerry found himself getting aroused. Instead of interrupting them he began watching their fucking, the same as if he was watching a 'XXX video'. When Sarah began calling for her brother to shoot his cum inside her, her father actually moved his own hand down to his crotch and began rubbing himself. If he hadn't heard his wife's footsteps approaching, he might have moved his hand into his pants and squeezed; he was that excited! Fortunately, for Jerry, his wife only saw the kids, and he was able to take his hand away from his own crotch before she noticed what he had been doing.

Part Eight Virginia ranted and raved. There wasn't any right time for something like this to happen but tonight was especially bad. Virginia was drunk and mean. (This was why they didn't stay at the hotel where they had been booked. Under the influence, his wife had become nasty and abusive at the wedding and Jerry had to rush her out of there before she started a war. All the way home she abused him. As soon as they had walked into the house she had gone straight to the liquor cabinet. Expecting a long miserable night with her he had gone upstairs to change into his pajamas. Which is when he stumbled upon his kids). Now she was calling her twins every vile name imaginable, telling them that they had to find some other place to live, they couldn't stay under the same roof as her, ad nauseum. Jerry was finally able to calm his wife enough to convince her that the matter should be dealt with in the morning when everyone was clear-headed. With his prodding he got Virginia to agree to allow the children to go to sleep for the night. They sent Johnny back to his bed and left Sarah alone, crying violently. Back in the living room, alone with her husband, Virginia raged on. For over an hour she vented on about the kids, almost non-stop.

All the while she continued to ply herself with screwdrivers. At about 1 a.m. she passed out on the couch and Jerry was finally able to sit back in the easy chair and think for himself. He wasn't nearly as upset as his wife had been. As a matter of fact he kind of thought that the kids were only acting out how their genes directed them. And he was convinced that they inherited this tendency from him. For Jerry knew of the incestuous feelings that he himself had years ago, wanting to fuck his little sister. He didn't ever do it but he did actually touch her lips with his cock while she had been sleeping. Also, when he was a youngster at home Jerry had a 'thing' for his mother's panties. He used to find pairs that she had worn and he'd sniff in them while he masturbated. The worst thing of all for Jerry was the realization and acknowledgement to himself of his own most incestuous feelings for his daughter. He secretly lusted for Sarah. From early on in her life, he had often thought that maybe someday he would want to screw his own daughter. By the time that she was 11 years old, his thoughts changed from fantasizing that he might someday want to screw her to where he then actually began hoping that he would someday get that chance. His lustful feelings only increased more as her body began to mature and fill out nicely. Indeed, from the time that Sarah had her first period Jerry wanted his daughter as much as he ever wanted any girl or woman.

He began secretly rummaging through the hamper at least once a week and he'd find her most recently worn panties. Then he'd pull out his cock, bring the panties to his nostrils and masturbate furiously while he sniffed at the wonderful smelling crotch. So, although it was a shock catching his son and daughter, after the initial sense of rage he suddenly calmed down as his thought of his own feelings. That was why he ended up watching the kids instead of yelling at them. Now with Virginia asleep Jerry pondered all that had happened and slowly he came to the realization that an opportunity was at hand. As much as he had fantasized about his daughter in the past he was a realist enough to know that it had only been, and would always remain, strictly a fantasy. His daughter liked boys, and thought anyone over 30 was old and yuccckkk! But now maybe, just maybe, his fantasies could come true. He knew that he'd never get another set of favorable circumstances again. With his wife dead to the world in alcoholic slumber Jerry knew that it was time to strike now, while the iron was hot. He couldn't be sure how this was going to play out, but he had to try. His liquored brain sensed that at this time his daughter would probably be at her most vulnerable.

He might never get another such opportunity, he thought. He arose, looked over at his wife's slumping figure on the couch. She had passed out and probably couldn't be roused, even if the house was on fire. As his mind focused on what he was about to try, his heart began beating heavily in his chest. Quietly, he walked out of the living room and, with some hesitation, went to the stairs. He headed directly up to Sarah's room. His legs were shaky, his hands were trembling and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he wondered if he could continue on without having a heart attack. Never before had he experienced such a heavy heartbeat. His calculating mind already made all of the excuses that might be needed if anything went wrong... if Sarah should start complaining that he raped her or any other accusation. He had all of the answers. Jerry turned the handle on his daughter's bedroom door, pushing it open slowly. The room had been in complete darkness and now became dully illuminated from the hall light at his rear. Once he got his bearings he closed the door behind him, plunging the room into complete darkness. He walked lightly over to her bed and when he reached it, he pushed out his hand for guidance. Feeling the side of the bed he lowered himself, sitting alongside of his sleeping daughter.

His chest was pounding wildly as he sat ever so gently alongside of Sarah, hoping that she wouldn't wake up. She immediately opened her eyes in fright. Quickly focusing her eyes, she made out the silhouette of her father sitting there. "Dad?" she whispered. "Yeah sweetie," he said softly. Sarah didn't know what to expect. He didn't say anything earlier when he caught Johnny and her but maybe he now had worked himself up or maybe her mother had gotten him riled up enough to the point that he was now going to punish her. What was more frightening to the youngster was that she could smell the alcohol on her father. And she knew that he sometimes became violent when he drank. "W-whatsamatter? Uh-where's m...What time is it," she asked,nervously. "It's after... Everyone's asleep," he responded. The night came back to Sarah in a flash. As their eyes became accustomed to the darkness they both could now make out the other's shape. "Is Mom here," she asked as her eyes strained to see her father's face. "No hon," he continued talking softly, "She's downstairs. Sleeping on the couch." Sarah clutched the blanket up to her neck as she lay on her back. She was sure that her father was there to give her a beating, and she was scared. It had been over three years since he had last given her one but she remembered it vividly.

She didn't have any idea as to how she could avoid one now. "I'm sorry for tonight, dad," she whispered, "It... I don't know how it happened. It... It won't happen again... I promise." Jerry's hand reached out and rested on her hip. She had the covers on over her body. Still he felt his daughter's warmth from her body under his fingers. Feeling her father's hand upon her Sarah took one of her hands out from beneath the blanket and placed it on top of his. "I know sweetheart," he answered, "You don't have to tell me. I know." The young girl let out a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't going to be too bad with her father. "It... it just... you know, it just happened," she said, apologetically. "I know honey. I understand. You two have been close for a long time. All of your life as a matter of fact. You've probably been getting to him for awhile, right?" "I... I don't know. Yeah... I guess so. Something like that," she said. "How long has this been going on?" he asked, almost matter-of-factly. Suddenly Sarah jolted up onto her side. As she turned to him his hand slipped off of her and fell onto the bed in front of her. "No! It wasn't like that. This... this was the first time, Daddy. I swear," she said, sounding almost distressed. "Okay... okay sweetie, calm down. I believe you. Don't get so upset," he whispered and now he pushed his hand into her body. His knuckles were pressing outside the blanket, against her belly, just below her breasts. Sarah felt a need to assure him, "It... we... we were just going to... kiss... that's all, and... and well, it... you saw... I'm sorry Dad." "I understand honey. Things like that happen." "But... not between brother and sister," she reminded him, as the guilt she had been feeling before going to sleep now returned.

"Obviously it does. And I wouldn't say this in front of your mother but... So what?" he said. This assurance from her father seemed to take away the tenseness she was feeling. For the first time since she was caught she started to feel better. She smiled in the darkness, "That's what Johnny said." Jerry waited a long moment before saying, "And you enjoyed it. As a matter of fact from what I saw you loved it," he said as if it were all a trivial matter. Sarah caught her breath at her father's comments. She was flushed from embarrassment. It wasn't what she would have expected him to say. He always had a way with words, but she would have never thought that he would have tried to help her justify in her mind what she and Johnny did. Yet his words were having a real calming effect on her. She remembered back to her and Johnny and she responded, "Yeah, I did. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did. But... but it was INCEST Dad!," she declared. "Yeah, I know, and you've been taught that incest is wrong," he agreed. "Yeah, Ma told us herself!" "Well, baby, maybe it is, but that doesn't mean it didn't feel good, right?"

Again she thought back before she responded, "Yeah. Johnny was... well you saw." "Uh huh, good, hah?" "Yeah, it was," she now answered with ease, almost not realizing that it was her father that she was confiding in. "So then maybe you should ask yourself, can anything that feels so good be wrong?" Sarah was confused by her father's attitude. "Mommy said it is," she said quietly. "Yeah, well... think about it... why would Mommy even talk to you about it?" She thought for a long time, trying to make sense of this conversation, "I don't know. Because she was afraid that Johnny and I might someday do that, I guess," she said, unconvincingly. "I don't think so," he said slowly, "Probably more like she saw how pretty you were getting and she wanted to protect her own property. Maybe she felt threatened by your beauty sweetheart?" Sarah contemplated what he was saying and after a moment she realized just what her father was alluding to, "Oh Daddy that's silly. I wouldn't ever have thought..." Suddenly Jerry's hand turned around so that his palm rested on her belly instead of his knuckles. He moved it up on her slightly. Sarah didn't seem to notice at first. He couldn't wait any longer. His cock was throbbing in his shorts. Then his hand moved up a little further.

He heard his daughter catch her breath and felt her body tense as his fingers moved over the mound and clutched her breast. "Why not, sweetie? Don't you, er, love me as much as Johnny?" The child was petrified with fright. Her father's hand began squeezing gently at her breast as she was quickly becoming aware what was happening. Her hand moved up onto his and held him tightly in place. "Dad... no... ," she whispered, her mind in a panic, "Don't...!" "Didn't it feel good baby? You liked it right?," he coaxed as he tightened his fingers on her breast despite her trying to hold him in place. "R-right but, no it... don't Dad... it's not right... " He was wild with passion now. He was doing everything in his power to keep from just climbing up and raping her, "It is right honey... it is. I saw you tonight baby. You, you really enjoyed it. And it... it's not wrong, baby. Tell me it's not." The child was shaking. This was her father! Feeling her up! Looking to... "Please Daddy, don't," the frightened girl pleaded, her voice barely audible. Jerry broke out of her grasp and moved his hand from her breast. He pushed it up her body to the top of her covers and he took hold of the hem.

He began pulling at it gently as she clutched desperately to it. "And Johnny and you kissed, right?," he whispered. "Y...ye-yeah, yes Dad." "You liked that, didn't you." "I, er, I guess so, yeah, I did... stop Dad, please," she begged. "Let me baby... Let me taste you? I love you sweetheart." He moved his body partially onto the bed and moved his mouth onto his daughter's. She tightened her lips together. She twisted her face trying to move away but he kept his lips upon hers. He opened his mouth and his tongue flicked out and then pulled back. His lips began sucking gently on his daughter's mouth. Sarah was out of her mind from fright. She was whining into his probing mouth as she felt him pulling harder at the top of the blanket. Her mind was racing. She could scream but if she succeeded in waking her mother, the youngster thought, her mother would blame her. She was sure that her mother wouldn't believe a word that she said after finding her and Johnny. And what if she didn't scream? Her father was right. She had enjoyed doing it with her brother. And she loved her father just as much. Her grip was loosening on the covers. It might even be extra exciting.

The excitement and enjoyment she had experienced earlier with her brother was partially because what they had been doing was forbidden. How much more forbidden that with her father??? Jerry felt his daughter's grip loosen on his hand and then she whispered, "You won't tell Johnny... Will you?" Suddenly he felt his cock leaking a squirt of pre-cum into his pants as he realized that she was going to accede. His voice was barely audible as he swallowed. "No baby. Just you and I, okay?" She too swallowed. She couldn't believe that she was going to do this. Taking a deep breath she whispered, "Okay." Jerry hurriedly removed his hand and stood up. His mind was devoid of anything being wrong. He quickly began to take off all of his clothes, letting them drop at his feet. He was surprised at his body's reaction. His legs were trembling like never before. His heart was pounding wildly. He was actually going to fuck his own daughter. In the darkness he could see Sarah push the blanket off of her body and then he heard her movements as she reached down and pushed her panties off of her hips and down her legs to her ankles, where she kicked them aside. As she was baring herself for her father her eyes watched him strip and she was quickly becoming filled with wanton lust.

She too was trembling with excitement. She knew that it was totally wrong, what they were about to do, yet that thought alone seemed to increase her excitement. Her own father fucking her! Wow, she thought, The juice that he was going to shoot out would be the same juice that made her. That realization totally captivated the child. Her father's juice in her would make a baby in his baby! Her baby, his baby, his baby's baby! Then Jerry was totally naked and with his eyes burning on the young flesh of his daughter he climbed up eagerly onto the bed. "Dad? Are you going to... finish in me?" she asked. She felt his hands urging her legs apart and then he was moving between them. "No, sweetie," he whispered, "I'll pull out. I... I won't cum in you." Sarah raised her knees as her father lowered his hips and body between the child's soft parted thighs. She moved her legs around him and her hands automatically slid around his back. His cock pushed down until it was at her hairless pussy's entrance. Then the rock solid mass of flesh and bone pushed gently into the child's waiting cunt. "Nnnnnnggggg," he grunted from the pleasure of the child's tight, moistened pussy drawing him inward. "Dad, ooooo, dad... I, I want you to do it in me... Cum in me, okay?" Her hips pushed up to meet his. She could feel her insides being filled with much more flesh that her brother had put into her.

Her complete insides felt filled. Jerry pushed his cock all the way into his daughter's cunt as his temples pounded fiercely, "Oh baby. It's gooood. You feel sooo good sweetheart. OHHH, YEAH!" He lowered his mouth onto hers and their lips touched and caressed each other. His hands pushed under her shoulders to the back of her head, pulling her face harder into his. Sarah pulled her mouth temporarily from his. "You'll do it in me, right dad," she murmured into his mouth, sounding desperate as their hungry bodies pushed, pulled and ground against each other desperately. "No baby... can't... might, it might make you pregnant," he cried as he then felt her hot mouth open under his and suck his probing tongue desperately in. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and as he pounded into his daughter she responded with a passion that he never knew existed, bucking up and down and clutching as if her life depended on it. Both father and daughter were becoming more and more out of their minds as their passions were rising to heights that neither of them had ever experienced. His cock was pushing deeply into her writhing body and Sarah's hands were clinging tightly as her hot young little body automatically responded to her father's thrusts. The spasms that she had experienced earlier were again upon her and she began bucking up and down under his pounding body with a wildness that was breathtaking.

His grinding hips and his pulsating cock inside of her tunnel was causing unbelievable sensations inside of her. "Fuck me dad... cum, cum in me... Please... I... want your... bab-beeeee oooooommmm," she managed to sputter and then their mouths plunged together again. Jerry's cock was twitching and throbbing. The words from his daughter were causing him an even wilder excitement. The tightness of the child's cunt around his piston-like cock and the total abandonment of her body, as her hands wrapped around his back, was bringing him to a massive climax. Her legs tightened around her father's plunging body and she was bucking wildly with complete animalism, "Da, Da, fuck... Oh yeah... fuck... cum, ooo, cum. Cum in me dad. Make... me... a... OHHH! I'm OHH Dad, daddy... Now, now, now, unh, unhggggggggg!" He was pumping at his maximum as his cock was quickly and uncontrollably filling to its limit, bringing it to the point of explosion. He knew that he should pull out but she was too good. It was too exquisite. He wanted to cum in her, every drop! He wanted to make her pregnant. He had to squirt his incestuous juices into the child. Jerry was fucking furiously now as his cock began a series of powerful releases. The juices began squirting into her eagerly waiting hole and she clutched at him with all of her strength. "Oh baby. I'm cumming, cummmm in youuuuu, aaahhhhh, ooo, OHHHH Yeah AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The juices were shooting into her and she continued clinging tightly at him, her pussy purposely squeezing and releasing on her father's prick. She held on to him with desperation, making sure that he didn't pull out until his cock was completely drained inside of her. And then they both were spent. Jerry rolled off of his daughter and rested his body alongside of hers.