BEE-1194 Jackie's Family Lessons! by Sandy Bennett Chapter 1 I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father was in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony. "Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle. "I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a moment, I won't be long." "Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back," he said. That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I pushed the door open and walked into the steam-filled room to make my way toward the toilet. So desperate was my need that I hardly spared my father a glance. I assumed he'd have his back toward me. But when I reefed my panties down and squatted over the bowl, and let the first burst loose, I looked up to find him looking right back at me. "Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled between us, the rush of water resounded through the tile-lined space, and I suddenly became conscious of being alone with him. Reflexively my hands drew the terry cloth robe to and my eyes drifted away from his. But in the process they drifted past his cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His cock was long, thick, brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of dark hair and straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was about to fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather, dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me, electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer terror. I had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at that thickening member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted toward the left of him and the thick ridge of flesh running up the lower side was clearly visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in a knife or a bayonet, and once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny twinges ran through my cunt. Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy, in the process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed did I realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch myself! And no doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well. They were too big to hide these days. He said nothing. When I finally managed to look him in the eye he just smiled and started another aria, singing in his fine baritone voice while the shower cascaded water all over his strong, tanned body. For some reason I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs weren't too steady, my hands hardly had the strength to open the door. "Thank you, Daddy," I said. No answer. Back in my room I sat down heavily on the bed and tried to clear my head. This evening was the big one, the date to end all dates. Frank would be proposing to me, there was nothing surer. Why didn't it matter to me anymore? For as long as I could recall, Frank had been the one, so handsome and poised, always ahead of the other guys; and now that he'd been offered a scholarship in Europe he had to marry me if he wanted to take me with him. The more I tried to straighten out my thoughts, the more Daddy's cock dominated my mind's eye. Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close together and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could get from my window to hers just by climbing onto one branch, walking down it to the trunk, and then taking another branch up to her. She always left her window ajar in case I felt like a midnight visit and I did the same for her. Since it was still fairly early in the evening her light was still on. "Hello Jacqueline," she said cheerfully when I entered through the window. "Back from the big date already? How did it go?" I told her and at first she was very excited and happy for me. But then I began to tell her the important part, and Veronica became silent, sympathetic. "Oh dear," she sighed when I had finished, "the omens aren't too good. What can we do about this?" Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond and curly, cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small, and she had a tan year round from playing sports and hiking. We were the same age, attended the same school and were in the same class, but more important we were each other's best friend. For as long as I could remember we had made use of the oak tree to come and tell the other our troubles or new jokes. She was different from me in one other way, too: she was no longer a virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men. For boys her own age she had nothing but contempt. "You see what's happening to you?" she said after a pause. "You'll marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your sex life. What you need to do is to live a little, right now, before it's too late." Instead of arguing with her, I nodded. Veronica looked surprised. "I know you're right," I said. "I mean, it's scary and all that but my body is in such a turmoil right now." "Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to trust me," said Veronica. "There's only one way to cure that and I know how. Come here, sit on the bed with me, don't make a move, your favorite cousin is going to make you feel all better." She turned off all but the smallest light in her room and came over to sit beside me. Her arm rested on my shoulder, one hand ran down my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep into mine. I felt embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with each other but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost! She was seducing me! "What are you doing?" I asked timidly. She told me to hush and her hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to rest on my breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling flesh. Veronica shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked under her in the lotus position. There was no getting away from her. Her parents were away for a couple of days and her younger brother would be fast asleep by this time. Besides, she was making me feel a wholly different kind of turmoil, a pleasing one. "I've wanted to do this for so long," Veronica said softly. Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall open. "Yes, look at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let me kiss them!" She leaned forward and before I could get out of the way her lips were on one of my nipples. A shock ran through my system. I looked at that blond, curly head that had fastened itself to my tit, and somehow it wouldn't register with me. What was coming across, however, was a soft, insinuating feeling that grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding until it extended from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips shifted to the other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my tits, taking them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my pussy around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying flat on my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to regale my tits with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful! Frank had touched my tits often enough but he hadn't done it right ... Veronica knew about tits and how to make them feel good. She seemed happy to go on and on. I drifted into a dense euphoria and let my hands run through her curls absently. Eventually she shifted her attention to other parts of me. Her lips left my tits and kissed their way down to my bellybutton. I hardly noticed the change. My eyes were closed and I was half dozing, drifting down a stream of treacle that was bound to lead to Eden. Vaguely I realized that she was undoing my jeans and that she wasn't having an easy time getting them off me, but none of that mattered to me. I didn't even bother to lift my ass. Only when Veronica started to run her finger down the slit of my pussy did a fraction of me sit up and take notice. Frank had touched me there earlier and I had enjoyed it very much. Now my cousin was doing the same. Was that right? But I was too far gone to care. I lay back and savored the fine feelings welling up in my loins. Her fingers delicately touched on every part of my pussy, reconnoitering, discovering what was sensitive and what was extremely sensitive. Now and then a low, soft moan broke from my throat. Apart from that I was inert and happy. It didn't even occur to me to reciprocate. Something warm and wet slithered along the center of my pussy. I couldn't work out what it was but it felt so nice that I had to look. To my horror I found that it was Veronica's tongue. How could she!? As soon as she was finished I would tell her never to do it again. Until then ... God, it felt so lovely. Her tongue was like a living creature, an animated snail doing a polka between my cunt lips, sliding to and fro, putting pressure on my clitoris then rushing down to briefly insinuate itself into my hole, in and out, back up, sideways, round and round--my head began to spin in time with her tongue! Her tongue was very thorough. It dug in and lapped, wetting my cunt over and over until her spit combined with my juices to form a rivulet that ran down to my asshole and dripped onto her bed. Now her fingers joined in, holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more of her face between them and so her tongue could get into my hole more deeply. The lovely euphoria was shattered by raw lust. Suddenly my pelvis started to push up and down, a staccato of horniness that made it hard for Veronica to keep up. I begged her to stop so I could catch my breath but she only ate me more vigorously. "Oh God!" I heard myself pant. "Stop, stop, please stop! No, that's too much, you're driving me crazy! That tickles! Stop, STOOOOO-OOPPP!!! OH JESUS, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH THAT'S GOOD, YESSSSSSS, YES, YES, HARDER, OH RONNIE, YEEEEEESSSSSsssss ..." Lightning bolts irradiated from my cunt, triggering off storms of passion that raged violently for a second and then disappeared to leave me high and peaceful, filled with a vaporous sensation of gratitude. Veronica stopped when she saw that state I was in. Her face glistened with my juices and she was smiling broadly. "You like that? This is only the beginning, Jackie. Phase one. I'm going to line up lovers for you and introduce you to experiences that will live with you the rest of your life. By the time he carries you over the threshold you'll be able to teach him a lot of tricks." "It sounds so dangerous," I sighed. My body was aglow. "But you don't have to do all this, Veronica. I could do it myself." "You? No you couldn't. You'd bump into a guy and stick to him for as long as you could. I'm the one who can produce the changes in cast around here, just like that." She snapped her fingers and leaned over to kiss me square on the mouth. The tart taste of pussy came with it, and I relished it shamefacedly. As if she knew it, Veronica opened my mouth with her lips and forced her tongue deep into me so that I would have to taste all of it. Her body came over to lie on top of mine and her pubic bone pushed against mine insistently. Once again my resistance was disposed of effortlessly. I yielded to her deep, passionate kiss and before I knew what was happening I was hugging her tightly and grinding my pubic bone into hers. Gone was the warm tranquility. Her cunt pushed against mine so as to flex my labia and pull them taut over my clitoris. She put on more and more pressure, rubbing me up until I was right back where Frank had left me, feverish, uneasy, in need of love! Now that she was on top of me my hands began to explore her flesh instinctively. The palms ran over her strong, smooth back right down to the dip at the small of her back, and up to grab hold of her firm, full cheeks. Veronica's ass always reminded me of a boy's. It had dimpled flanks and flexed muscularly at every step, yet it was rounded and soft when her buns were relaxed. When I got hold of it her buttocks were laboring to bring her cunt harder against mine, and just the feeling of her flesh contracting under my touch was enough to make me bang back. This took me so far but no further. Veronica had the same problem because she suddenly drew away from me and pushed one of her legs under my ass, scissoring into me until our cunt lips met in a wild kiss, wet and hot. Right away new pleasures welled up in me. Her pussy was lightly covered with blond hair, so lightly that it sometimes looked as though she didn't have any. Mine, on the other hand, had a thick dark pelt of hairs growing from the mound back to my asshole. Now, with all the moisture that had matted my fur, it was laid back and the ridges of labial flesh were exposed. It was flesh against flesh when our pussies kissed, smooth, slippery, urgent, pushing and pushing and pushing to get more. Impulsively I reached down and parted my pussy with both hands. Veronica did the same. Our tiny clitorises met and it was as though we'd touched two electric points to each other. A spark, a flash, and we were on our backs, bodies writhing in ecstasy, our loins working our pussies together until they were welded into one by heat and juice. Smacking noises resounded through the room, panicky cries, long moans, we rolled about on the bed and held hands so our bodies wouldn't drift apart. "Let me eat you now," I gasped, "I want to try it now!" "Go right ahead," said Veronica. She crawled over me and turned around to face my feet so that her pussy hovered over my face. Light blond hairs caught the light to create a slight golden halo about her pudgy cunt, pink flesh peered through her lips, trails of moisture and whitish drops of juice were on her inner thighs. The sharp fragrance of her womanhood suffused my nose. For a moment I hesitated. Then, recalling how delicious my own dew had been, I placed my hands on her ass and lifted myself high enough to get my mouth to her box. As soon as I made contact with her I began to suck and was rewarded by a generous draft of her juices. Veronica lowered her ass and pressed her cunt down on my face, forcing my head back onto the pillow. At the same time she started to finger my cunt, inserting a long finger up it and crooking it so as to pull upward. I didnt know which excited me more. My cunt tried to suck her finger into itself and my mouth tried to suck her cunt down my throat, and between the two my body rollicked with passion. We remained in that position for a long time. I loved eating her! Her cunt was so smooth and the juices flowed so freely that I wanted to burrow face-first into her, just to experience her totally. Whenever my tongue pushed its way into her tight hole it found smooth, wet walls of warm flesh in there, a secret cave that held all sorts of mysterious delights for me--if only I could get in there deeper! I worked my index finger into her cunt and felt the physiognomy of her insides, all those strange ridges, the contoured flesh packing around my finger and squeezing it with sensual pressure, thick drops of juice oozing down around it, a small paradise. Veronica did her best to open it up to me. She went down on me and poked her ass high into the air, her legs as far apart as they would go, and I played doctors with her to my heart's content. I had checked out my own cunt with a mirror, of course, but this was the first time I could explore one first hand. My fingers prised her lips apart, pulling at them until it looked as though her cunt was turning inside out. Pink, glistening flesh blossomed before my eyes, her cunt hole expanded, and I gazed into its darkness until my tongue poked out and found its way into that inviting orifice all by itself. I loved everything about her, even the musky, stifling smell of her asshole. My nose was buried in it, tickling it, and since Veronica obviously liked it I kept it up until I was not only used to the smell, but actually enjoyed it. Nothing mattered at this point but gratification, and everything contributed to it. Her tongue in my pussy, my tongue in hers, nuzzling her anus, dragging my nails along her ass, licking, sighing, sucking, biting into her cunt flesh, doing everything she did to me and more, until another storm of passion broke loose inside me. I had to let go. The emotions exploding in me were too powerful to be ignored. My body began to tremble violently, screams burst from my throat, my nails sank into her flesh so that the blood ran, and then I went stiff all over for an excruciating second. It was as if I had a fit! My rigid frame shook from head to toe, gurgling sounds came from deep down, all I could do was cling to Veronica. And then, like the sun bursting through the clouds, the orgasm arrived. Everything was leveled out now, everything was lovely and peaceful again. I floated about the room and was aware only of myself. That didn't stop my cousin. She caressed me very gently all the while, and when I was back to normal she positioned herself between my legs and started to run her fingernails along my tits slowly, almost as though she didn't know she was doing it. "I don't know how you do it," I told her. "You've made me feel things that Frank doesn't even know about!" "He will," she smiled. "You'll be sure to tell him. But relax, it's still early, let's just lie here and enjoy each other's company." "Alright." I felt sleepy again. My eyes rolled back and my lids closed as though they had lead weights tied to them. Veronica's hands moved at the same regular rate, a hypnotic, subliminal motion that built up my passions while I wasn't looking. Her lovemaking seemed no more than an expression of affection; but after about ten minutes of it I found myself in the throes of another fit of passion. I loved her tender caresses and the soft pressure of her body against mine. My hands roamed over her breasts and ass, we kissed so lightly that our lips merely brushed by the other's, and somehow we ended up with our faces between the other's legs, licking pussy with the same dreamy motions. "I won't marry Frank," I said suddenly. "I like you much better, Veronica, there's no use pretending otherwise." "Don't be silly," she said. Her words were muffled by my cunt flesh. She didn't take me seriously enough to look up even. But I insisted, and finally she did look up. "You see how you are? You have a good time with one person and right away you're stuck on them. I love you, Jackie, we will always be friends, but don't let that tie you down." I didn't say anything for a long time. My fingers toyed with Veronica's blond little cunt but I was too busy thinking to take much notice of it. She was right, of course. In the one week remaining to me I would have to squeeze in as much experience as possible. I had to make the best of my freedom. That's what it was, making use of my freedom. Once Frank slipped that ring on my finger I wouldn't ever cheat on him. All the more reason to make the best of this week. I could do anything! And right away the sight of my father naked under the shower flashed before my eyes--even him? Wasn't that taboo? Well, was making love with a first and female cousin not taboo? And wasn't it fun? Questions and an assortment of answers swirled through my brain. Why shouldn't I let my hair down for this one week? Veronica would be my guide, there was nothing to worry about. In that case I would do it! And if Daddy happened to come my way I'd pounce on him, too. I didn't tell Veronica that, though. I just said that I was willing to go along with her scheme. "Good," she said, "we'll start tomorrow night. What would you fancy, Jackie, a black man or an oriental or a Latin lover? You can take your pick. Or I can get you women, it's up to you." "That's quite a menu. I can't make a choice, you'll have to do it for me." "Hey, wait a minute, you're still a virgin! Don't you want to pick who'll be first?" "Oh yeah ..." I had to think about that, and then it struck me: my virginity should go to the man who loved me most! My older brother, Tim, qualified for that honor easily. He was nineteen and home for the summer, so why shouldn't I pick him? He had always looked after me, had fought fights for me, and he certainly liked me physically. As soon as he'd come back from college his eyes had started to wander over my legs, my breasts, my ass. Yes, Tim would be happy to do it. "Don't worry about my cherry, that'll be gone by the time I see you again," I said. "Who's going to take it?" she asked. "I'll tell you about it later. But for now I have to be going home." I dressed, kissed my cousin good night, and disappeared out through her window. It was a long way past midnight by this time. The house was in darkness. Once back in my room I took off my clothes and snuck into the bathroom to wash up. I perfumed myself liberally, brushed my hair, and checked my nakedness in the mirror. I looked different to myself now that Veronica had introduced me to sex. The erogenous zones stood out against a background of features. Suddenly my tits looked bigger and better, my pubic bush seemed deeper and more inviting, and I couldn't help running my hands over my flesh for just a moment. A shiver of delight ran through me. Only a few hours ago I wouldn't have dared to dream about seducing my own brother. Now it seemed like the only plausible thing to do. He was so much like Daddy, the same strong build, the same dark brown mop of hair, same eyes and chest. I could hardly wait to get to him! Quickly I put on a nightie in case one of the parents happened to be patrolling the hallway, and then walked on tiptoes to my brother's room to surprise him. Chapter 2 I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the hell was I doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was taking a very big chance walking in on him. What if he rejected me? Or worse, what if he accepted my offer? For all my fears I couldn't stop. I snuck into his dark room and made my way toward his bed. The light from the street filtered through the drapes to show me where he was. Tim slept on his side, over to the left of the bed. I lay on the right hand side and became instantly paralyzed. Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth of his body. His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he didn't wake easily. I tried to remember what women in the movies did in similar situations but there hadn't been any. They all got themselves swept off their feet by dashing men. And there I was, in a situation where I had to sweep the man off his feet, or off his back or something. I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way of seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I shake him by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know. Perhaps it would be best to go back to my room and forget all about it. That prospect was too awful. I could see myself in my own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating myself for not having the guts to go through with it. I had to do it! "Tim! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned and tried to pull away from me. "Come on, wake up! I've got something to tell you! He stirred and sleepily inquired what that might be. "No, wake up first!" I insisted. "Ah Jesus!" he muttered. "What's up, Jackie--hey! What are you doing in my bed. Did you wet your own?" "No, it's not that." He was wide awake now and all I wanted to do was to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might want. Did that mean he had never thought about making love with me? "Tim ... please, don't ask why, I just want to ... sleep with you tonight," I said in a little girl's voice. "Do you? Okay, if that's what you want," he said nonchalantly. "Only let me get some sleep, will you." "That's not exactly what I meant." I was getting to be more determined by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my point I would just have to make it perfectly clear to him. "I want you to make love to me!" "Huh?" He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror. "Make what? Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been dipping into Dad's liquor cabinet or something?" I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking for me. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that hung off dear old Dad! "Jackie, no!" he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. "You can't do this! We're brother and sister!" "Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?" I asked. "No! Well, maybe ... but not very often!" He had answered my question and now my hand closed around that hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement came to me instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No sooner had I launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow and stretched luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I could see the rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows. I wanted to get closer to it, close as I could get, curling up next to him with my face an inch or so from that helmet of flesh. And Tim, still motivated by the luxury of the occasion, rolled over on his side and pointed his cock right at my mouth. It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky, full and fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing it hard against my face and wanting more. There was only one way to bring it even closer and that was to take it into my mouth. Would he object? Would he lose respect? Surely not, not for his own sister. Gingerly I parted my lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was immediate. His hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on himself. That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I opened up wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. He was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I forgot about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and cough I pulled back from his knob but soon returned for another swallow. It was a sensation that was completely new to me, one that thrilled me from my head to my toes. My mouth was like a cunt for him now. His dick pushed in deep and drew back slightly only to dig in again, and all I could do was struggle to contain him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I lost the rhythm of my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered myself. Now then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the throat muscles hang loose ... ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy him to the hilt! His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an excruciating period. From a distance I heard my brother groan deeply. His pleasure made me shiver. Here I was, his little sister, making him feel wonderful! A sense of power made itself felt. Suddenly I wanted to do more for him, I wanted to demolish him with love, make him feel things he'd never felt before! My lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and drew upward to the tip of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his pubic bush, his cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed to play about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body grew taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my gullet and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake. More, more, more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with both hands, I rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh of his knob, ran my lips down the sides of his veined cock, swallowed his scrotum and licked my way back up again. Tim was breathing heavily, erratically, his hands were hurting me, his hips were banging his cock down my throat. What was he doing? I sensed that I was doing right by him. A few more sucks, a few well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had swallowed him whole again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down my throat. I swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. Another, and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much for me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out of his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly desperate as he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, intent on depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just sucked and swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the excitement of it all. "Wow!" was all he could say. But the way he said it told me exactly how much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic! He went limp soon after his cock stopped giving out its fluids, and when it shriveled away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim had lit himself a cigarette and smoked it silently. I wondered why he didn't show any interest in my body. "Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked. "What? How can I with my dick spent?" he grinned, pointing at the pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his phallus was now a wiener left over from last week. "You mean it won't go up again?" "Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides, Jackie, I think we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back in my brain I can see we'd only be asking for trouble." "You don't want me?" "Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you are my sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters ..." Lost for words he threw up his hands and puffed at his cigarette. With sudden insight I saw that I'd made a mistake sucking him off before attending to my own needs. From that point on I'd make sure I'd get my share of the action before letting my generous impulses take over. However, the fact that he couldn't finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to try again. I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his eyes started to wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on mine. "Go ahead, look at me," I told him. "Look at these tits, look at that pubic bush, and then tell me how brothers and sisters can't make love." As he looked me over I cradled my tits in both hands and squeezed them suggestively, running my tongue along my lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of what nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was slowly giving way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible pulses and jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike a submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a living denial of his moral stance. "Here it is, Tim, come and get it," I whispered. With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me with the weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat on heat, purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting as a means to my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to penetrate into my vestal regions! I had had it in my month and in my hand, and its throbbing virility had driven me crazy there, so what couldn't it do inside my oversensitized, dripping wet pussy? I shuddered to think. His hands roved over my body, squeezing, exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to cover all the bases. I knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I let the dead weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and focussed on the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh of my thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made me dizzy with lust. His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one of my nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element of surprise was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that nipple directly with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my lips. At once Tim sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it ballooned against his teeth, and I could only writhe about underneath him in helpless ecstasy. "Oh God Tim!" I panted. "Fuck me while you do that! It feels so good, too nice! I love it!" He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed closed over my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of his hands. The other hand was under my ass and the knob of his dick was bumping against various parts of my cunt, none of them near enough to the runny, hot opening yawning up at him. "Don't tease!" I moaned. "Put it in me, Tim, I want you so badly!" He kept on sucking my tit, switched to the other and took his hand to third base. Now he rolled off me and parted my legs with that hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed under my ass, squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened right up for him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole and I thought I would swoon away! My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had dinner! The moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed around it and held on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper, anxious for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his hard, muscular body while his hands demolished me. His finger fucked me slowly, digging in deep so that the rest of my hand pushed into my cunt and stimulated my clitoris. The tables had been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who pushed up for more pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with finesse, turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in the dark. He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his way down to my navel. Would he ...? It was too much to hope for. Yes, yes, yes! "Oh Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!" I hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills. This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting me good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion cock of his. At that moment it idled against my legs and transmitted its potent impulses to every part of me, warning me of my imminent destruction. His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then his bottom lips would press against that tiny, maddening button, while his top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time he did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in my belly. I started to egg him on: "Eat me, suck me, swallow my cunt juices, Tim!" I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a wanton, but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged my clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had my hands on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on myself as hard as he had pressed my head not long ago. I understood why he'd done it, too. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to pull away ... unless he wanted to fuck me, of course. Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of screaming. My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. I think it was out of fear for my sanity that he finally slipped up over me and covered my body with his. The moment his swollen knob bumped into my cunt I felt the hole open like the cave of Sesame and suck him in. There was no need for me to guide him or for him to probe. The magnet was on! His cock pierced my hymen on the way without stopping. I felt the flash of hot pain and then it melted in with all the other emotions boiling about in my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to fix my defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept me along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of sensations that I'd ever experienced. "Tim ... Tim ...!" I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him as though I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock stretching my pussy. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as emotional. I wasn't a virgin anymore! I was getting laid at last! That big cock ... his tongue in my cunt ... his cock blowing down my throat ... "Fuck me!" I whispered desperately. "It feels so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE--" His hand clamped down over my mouth. "Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?" "No, noooo," I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his stationary cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me do more of the work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late. It was strenuous to fuck from the bottom up but the very strenuousness of the act made it intensely pleasurable. His cock was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so that with every move it chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so thick and long it flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over that section. It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my tits aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just about finished me. He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of passion that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about it. All my strength went into driving my loins up against his to get more of that delicious drubbing. At last he took over. Slowly at first, then commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my cunt, banging his pubic bone against mine, and holding me pinned down with both hands as if he thought I might leave him alone. The pillow rested on my face just in case I wanted to yell some more. And I did, I did! Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my clitoris past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever he went in deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up in that final gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid stroking. In-out-in- out, moving so fast that the friction of his flesh against mine threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And just as the pain started to make inroads on the pleasure, he released his soothing, warm douche of sperm that made it all better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant orgasm burgeoned and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of bliss that hadn't even entered my dreams. "You'd better get back to your own bed," Tim whispered after I'd had a chance to rest. "I think we made a lot of noise in the past half hour." "If that didn't wake them, nothing will," I said. "Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus, Jackie, Dad would have killed us if he'd found us in bed together." Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think what Daddy might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd received what I had come for. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim, that was wonderful." I kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of his room. There wasn't a sound in the house. They had to be sleeping like logs to have slept through our orgy! Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been fucked. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection, expecting to see a changed woman. Actually little had changed. My hair was all over the place, long strands plastered against my face with sweat, and I looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of course, there were unusual whitish trails running down the insides of my thighs. But other than that I was no different. Not on the outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, as though all the various parts of my body were working together at long last. With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and then I lay back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate, all in the space of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancée, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It wasn't fair of me ... but it was fun! Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all the way! * * * In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to see the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a check-up. The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like most people's uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor Eddie was a regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full of jokes, and at birthdays and Christmas time you could always rely on Doctor Eddie to give you something you really wanted. I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my body into the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes. For some reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The hot water seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual, lustful, like the hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I could imagine myself getting compromised all over, and before I knew it my belly pulsed with passion, my pussy developed an itch deep down, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself. This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the douche. I shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with warm water, and screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that nozzle shook me up some more. It was slender at the bottom, thicker at the top, with four grooves running down the sides and small holes perforating it, all of which gave it the look of a menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating weapon. Had I been shoving this thing up my twat regularly without taking any notice of it? Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of it. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, ready for any visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that mean there was something wrong with me? I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back, and tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy. Once it was there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the sealed cunt muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly enough to send a long thrill up from my cunt to a spot right behind my eyes. Everything became kind of woolly ... blending in with memories of the previous night, with cocks and tits and sucking lips ... and then the oils oozed out of my innards and the nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge into my moist depths. "Oh noooo!" I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my cunt could get used to it. "That's too nice!" My words echoed strangely in the bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the bathwater to slosh from one end of the tub to the other in mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons of water crashed over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. The nozzle and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a self-forgetful reverie. It took a good-sized orgasm to bring me back to earth. By this time the bathroom floor was covered by an inch of water and the tub was almost empty. With a sigh I got out of the bath and started to scoop the water back in with a dustpan. When enough had been removed I took to the puddles with bucket and mop. The work was done absent-mindedly. Most of my mind was on the brand new sensations that I'd been experiencing lately. Even being naked was a thrill. A knocking on the door brought me to. "Come on, Sis, let me in!" Tim yelled. "There's no one home." "Just a minute!" In spite of what had happened between us the night before I reached for a robe and draped it over myself before unlatching the door. Tim was naked and he looked slightly put out at the sight of my modesty. But he didn't say anything about it, probably because he was a bit unsure of what to do. He walked past me and stood at the toilet, arms akimbo, and let a long, strong stream of piss splash down into the bowl. In spite of myself I moved to his side and watched. "I always envied your ability to do that," I told him softly. "Yeah, I remember," Tim grinned. "Once you tried to do it. You stood up and held your pussy lips apart to direct your piss, but it went all over the floor instead. Speaking of wet floors, what were you doing in here, high dives?" "Oh ... the water just ran over, that's all," I said, blushing, and making haste to mop up the last of the water. "I think you're lying." Tim gave his cock a couple of shakes and flushed the toilet. "You weren't playing with yourself, were you?" He faced me boldly and as I averted my eyes I noticed that his cock was rising sharply. The idea of my playing with myself was obviously a turn on for him. And in my overheated condition that could well come in handy. "Maybe I was," I said, and pointedly picked up the douche bag. When I unscrewed the nozzle I looked him in the eye and now it was Tim's turn to blush. "And maybe I wasn't. Why, you wouldn't tell on me, would you?" "Oh no ... no, I'd be the last to do that." His cock was still going up. "It's just that I've never seen a girl do that to herself. I mean ... how do you do it?" "It's very easy." I put the douche away and turned back to him. The robe hung open and when my hands caressed my exposed belly Tim's cock reached its peak. Hard and throbbing, it stood out like the leaning tower of Pisa, and his knob glowed invitingly. "I just stroke myself softly, ever so softly, running my hands over all the sensitive parts and thinking of wonderful things. And then I lick my nipples and squeeze my tits, or I push things up my cunt, or maybe I'll rub my clitoris like this." My finger disappeared between my labia and rotated rapidly. Tim's eyes were bulging out of his face. He even got down on his knees to watch more closely, peering into my pussy until he couldn't take it anymore. "Wow!" he breathed, straightening up and regarding me with new respect and lust. "I can't tell you how that makes me feel!" Without another word he turned me around and ripped the robe off my shoulders. It fell to the floor and left me naked, helpless, while my brother bent me forward and caressed my ass passionately. His intentions were obvious. Already my cunt drooled and throbbed at the thought of his powerful prick entering once more. My hands found support on the edge of the tub and my feet tried to get a grip on the damp floor. This would be the last time, positively, I didn't want my brother to get too possessive of me. But I couldn't refuse him this time. His hot breath brushed along my nape, his hands pulled at my ass and opened my cunt up wide, his knob bumped against me, no, I couldn't refuse, I had to have him! It slipped in so easily, so smoothly, that it was in to the hilt before I knew it. Then it hit me with a bang, pushing the breath out of my lungs and buckling my knees. The floor was too slippery, my feet lost their grip, and I went down in a heap. I ended up draped over the bathtub's side with Tim on top of me rutting like a maniac. Everything was cold, wet, and uncomfortable, the hard edges hurt my belly, and one of my tits was squashed against the tub. But his dick was in me, pulsating, pushing, pummeling, digging in as if it meant to stay forever, and that made everything alright. I loved his passionate approach. He wanted me more than anything and even though he had me he couldn't seem to get enough. Several times he stopped fucking me, to keep very still for a minute each time only to begin all over with long, cautious strokes that gradually built back up to his former speed. I guessed he didn't want to blow. Even when he was still inside me his throbbing cock sent the most delicious impulses through my body. My cunt clamped about his hot, hard meat to pick up every pulse, and as it did I realized how inadequate the douche nozzle had been. There was nothing like a thick, long, living cock to make a girl feel like a woman! "How does it feel!" panted Tim, slamming his dick deep into my quailing pussy. "Do you like it, Jackie? Are you coming?" "Oh yesss, yesssss!" I whispered, but I couldn't tell if I was coming or not. My body was in turmoil and that turmoil felt wonderful, much like a drawn-out climax. His cock pried and prodded and his pubic hair chafed against my asshole to add an excruciating tickle to the general ecstasy, and his hard, muscular body against my back was like a savage caress, everything was working ... but could I give myself to him? He was my brother, we had to live in the same house, and if one of us grew to depend on the other there would be no end of trouble. That's what held me back, and what had made me resort to the anonymous nozzle that morning. Even as he fucked me into semi-oblivion I couldn't shake that thought. "So am I. Oh Jesus, it feels good. I'm coming now, Jackie, hold on, hold on, AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHUNH!!!" With a mighty bellow he contracted his whole body to squeeze out a final salvo of cream. I felt it hit home, then slither down the cunt walls, sensual little snails that made me shiver with sudden pleasure. It was over. His cock shriveled up inside me and slipped out. Droplets of sperm fell to the floor. When he got off me the cool air turned my sweat into a cold, unpleasant fluid. It had to be the last time. "Let's sleep together every night" said Tim, still flushed with the excitement of it all. "I love you, Jackie, I really do. You're not the first girl I've slept with but you're easily the best. Say you love me. Say you'll sleep with me all the time. It's all I want in life." "No, I can't do that Tim, and you know it." Time for good, hard common sense. Tim looked like a whipped dog when I explained the situation to him. "Besides, I'm going to be married in a matter of days, and we're leaving for Europe straight after. So what's the point of even talking about it?" I finished off. "Why should you go through with it?" Tim said heatedly. "What's he got that I don't have? Look at this cock? Is his any bigger. And who could love you better than your own brother, tell me that?" "Now you're talking nonsense," I said coldly. I put the robe back on and got out of the bathroom. It was too close in there, too intimate. I needed a little distance between us to get the right message across. "I love you like a sister. Sex doesn't change that. We won't sleep together again, Tim, not for quite a while. You may as well resign yourself to that." "But why not!" he yelled. "See, now you're angry. I decide that you should take my virginity, and what happens? You want the lot. Well, that's the last time I do anyone a favor," I said bitterly. "Oh, now don't be like that." His tone changed at once. "I appreciate what you've done ... and I'll do my best to keep it straight between us." He left the bathroom and I sponged my pussy down until the last traces of his sperm had been removed. Chapter 4 Sunday morning. For some reason I woke up horny as a bitch! After Harry's powerhouse pounding I thought I'd never need another dose of sex, but I'd underestimated my pussy's recuperative powers. It itched subtly with longing for more carnality, a longing that no amount of masturbation could satisfy. It was sunny and fresh outside. The morning air wafted in through my open window and I thought of climbing into Veronica's room for breakfast. I was too comfortable in my own bed, though. It was a real tussle between creature comforts and creature needs, and while the battle raged on in slow motion, my father called out from his room to ask me to pick up the Sunday paper from the porch. "Okay Daddy." I slipped on a nightie over my nakedness and tripped down the stairs to get the paper for him. On the way up my mother passed me to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast. Sunday breakfast was a big occasion in our house. She always whipped up large batches of pancakes, bacon, and eggs and when it was all set out on the table along with the coffee, she called us down to join her. Tim came out of his room and went downstairs to help her. He and Mum were very close but he only helped her when he was in an exceptionally generous mood. My father lay on his side of the bed with the bed-clothes arranged neatly up to his waist. The deep tan he'd acquired in the Virgin Islands some weeks earlier still lingered, and when he sat up to receive the papers I couldn't help but marvel at his physique. His stomach was still flat and hard, greying hairs grew in a small clump in the center of his chest, his shoulders were broad and smooth, and when he reached for the papers his muscles rippled ever so slightly, just enough to indicate his strength. At once my imagination leapt back to the shower incident and filled in the missing details: his narrow hips, the large brown appendage dangling from his belly, the strong thighs. The itch deep inside my pussy was no longer subtle. It was downright crude! "Come on, lie down next to me a while," said Daddy, patting the bed beside him. "In a few days you'll belong to another man and you'll never be my girl again." "Don't be silly," I said, moving over toward him and embracing him fondly. "Nothing ever comes between a girl and her father." "Not even the sheets?" Dad laughed at his own joke and hugged me back. "It's a strange feeling, though," he said soberly. "I keep thinking about when you were little and you'd run into our room every Sunday morning. Do you remember? We used to wrestle and play until we were all tired and we'd have a second sleep, the four of us. And now ..." He looked very sad and I decided he needed to be cheered up. "We can still wrestle," I said, jumping up and straddling his hips to grab hold of both his arms and pin them back. "There's no law saying dads and daughters can't wrestle beyond age five, is there?" "Only the law of the jungle," said Dad, and he pretended that I was as strong as he. We pushed and pulled at each other, laughing, running out of breath. He could have thrown me off the bed at any time, of course, but he wanted to play. Strange things were happening in my mind as we wrestled. I kept seeing his face in different ways. One moment he was my father, familiar, trusted, second-nature; the next he was a complete stranger, and then he was handsome, strong, sexy! I began to fight harder as if to dispel these switching illusions. He fought harder in return. Our faces were perilously close together. I got the feeling that a kiss was prevented only in the nick of time. And then something else happened. As one we became aware that the father-daughter relationship was crumbling faster than either of us could handle. There was a reason for this: my nightie had slipped up over the tops of my thighs so that my pussy was showing; and, worse, my cunt was hard against his cock. Daddy's cock was as hard as it had been the other day and it lay back so that the groove of my cunt fitted over it neatly. We stopped wrestling and for a moment our eyes met with a question. I wanted to stop. Panic seized me. It was bad enough that I was fucking my own brother but now my father? What could be next, my mother? A tremor ran through me and that thought was blocked out at once. We sat frozen in our position. His cock throbbed against my naked cunt and I realized that I couldn't pull away. I had to have more of him even if that only meant contact without penetration. What was Daddy thinking? It was impossible to tell. Without thinking any further I started to slide back and forth over his cock, pushing down a bit harder so that my cunt would open up to him. It was up to him to say no now, but he didn't. He half closed his eyes and held me around my waist. He didn't mind! A thrill surged up from my belly. Now that he'd approved I could face that one of my most intimate fantasies was in the process of being realized. That thick hard cock slithered along the inner flesh and chafed at my clitoris deliciously. How different it was! My father's cock, the one that had given me life, was mine for the moment. Mother was in the kitchen, brother was too, and here were Daddy and I doing what was taboo! Neither of us said a word. The only sound was that of our heavy breathing. It wasn't easy to keep my pussy moving regularly and in a straight line but if I wanted to satisfy him that's what I would have to do. The idea of his satisfying me didn't even occur to me. I only wanted to make him happy. And, to judge by the expression on his face, I was doing a good job of it. His eyes were still partly open but I couldn't see them through his eyelashes. I figured he was probably gazing at my tits, bouncing up and down stiffly under my nightie. In a moment's boldness I took the garment off and flung it away from me so he could enjoy my body in full. At once he reached out with one hand and caressed my tits, slowly, ever so slowly, as if he was trying to recapture something. I remembered Uncle Eddie telling me how much I resembled my mother at that age. Was that what was going through Dad's mind? I felt hurt by that idea. Couldn't he love me for myself? I wanted him to. I would break through his fantasies and establish myself! I moved back off his cock and continued to back up until my mouth was hovering over his erect cock. Dad's hands made to pull me back but they didn't try too hard. Nestled between his legs, my hair falling over my face, my body hidden for the most part, I could be anyone at all. And that's what I wanted him to see, just a woman taking his cock into her mouth for the best blow job he'd ever had. At first I felt an amateur's lack of confidence. Could I really do this much cock justice? But then the heavy glans rested against my pursed lips and I opened my mouth wide to admit it, and from there on it came to me naturally. I took it nice and easy. Dad had consented this time around but would he ever let me take such liberties with him again? I had to make the best of this blow job to drink in all I could get of him. Slowly my tongue moved along the warm rubbery surface of his knob, round and round until he was wet all over. Then, opening my lips just enough to take in the tip of his knob, I pushed my head down over him hard to make his cock penetrate me forcibly. It was a delicious sensation to feel him sliding down my mouth, my throat, his cock so thick, powerful, pulsing with life. Dad didn't move and that was the way I liked it. This left me to do all the work. I caressed his ball bag with the tips of my fingers, sucked on his glans for a few minutes, then abandoned it to go down on his balls and suck them in. His body was rigid but it wasn't because he was holding back. Tremors made him shaky, thrilling like a taut wire that's been struck, and when I suddenly took his whole cock into my mouth I thought he was going to erupt for sure. But no, Dad was an experienced married man; he knew how to hold back. And I let him recover his poise because I was far from satisfied. After that brief, suspenseful interval I continued to work his cock over with tongue, lips, and teeth. I suckled it in my warm spit, bit into it ever so finely, I licked it from head to toe, loving it passionately. And Dad just lay there. I could tell he was as happy as I was but he didn't know how to show it. Even though we were naked and making love, we were still shy toward each other. Well, all the more time in which to suck, I thought and plied his long stem with the best my tongue could muster. From downstairs came the faint sounds of rattling cutlery and the slam of an oven door. Mum was keeping the first batch of pancakes warm. Her smug domesticity accentuated the raw sexuality of what Daddy and I were doing. His cock poked down my throat as his hairy loins moved restlessly under the stress of his excitement. His hands were on my head to hold me down and I wanted him to push harder so his cock would be lodged down my gullet for keeps. I was greedy, hungry, horny, and the more cock I could get the more my body came alive. Then his hands began to pull at me. I peered through the curtain of hair to see what was on his mind, and noticed that he was moving over to his side and reaching to bring me over toward him. "Oh Daddy!" I cried without taking his cock out of my mouth. I shuffled over at once and presented my runny cunt to his mouth. This was an unexpected bonus! Things became a little hazy after that. I sucked his dick and he ate out my pussy and it felt as though the two of us were entwined and rolling about in a maelstrom of ecstasy. The details were lost, all I knew was that my cunt was on fire and Daddy was pouring oil on it. On occasions I felt a twinge of fear as I thought of Mum coming in and discovering us in this compromising position. But at the same time the fear fed the fires and I attacked his cock with all the more verve so that she would see what a woman her little girl had grown into. Daddy stopped eating me when he neared his peak. He pushed me away and I devoted all of my attention to his dick. I had my ass toward his face, my knees at either side of his waist, and when I took all of him into my mouth my nose brushed along his balls. His hands feebly caressed my pussy but most of his attention was fixed on what my mouth was doing to his cock. He seemed to be expanding, growing harder, so much so that I could hardly contain all of his masculinity. A little more and his prize would be mine! I sucked his knob and jerked his stalk, tickled his balls and even caressed his asshole with one finger. Not long now. I could hardly wait! Please, don't let anyone interrupt! I prayed. The first droplets shot out, whetting my taste buds and bringing down more saliva. And then, just as my teeth sank playfully into that smooth band of skin below the awning of flesh, a burst of sperm blurted from his straining cock, a burst so voluminous that it filled my mouth in an instant. It cost me all the self-control I had not to cough and splutter! More followed before I could swallow properly. Daddy was twisting about, hoisting his loins to loft his sperm deep down my throat, and I struggled to put away each load before the next one arrived. Hell, how long had it been since he'd fucked Mum? He just wouldn't stop! One wave after another, salty-whey, creamy- smooth, rolling down my throat so easily that I didn't have to swallow anymore once I'd caught up. And from there on it was a matter of holding his cock between my lips and letting him transfer his cream to me. Downstairs Mum and Tim were setting the table and talking about something. The smell of coffee and cakes wafted up. I rolled off my father and lay on my side, holding his cock in my mouth so I could enjoy its final act. The hardness gave way to a soft quality, turning his cock from a weapon into a toy. It shriveled up and rested in my mouth docile, as a lamb. I wanted to stay there forever within the aura of his strong masculine smell, just suckling his cock and stroking his balls and his belly. But suddenly he pushed me away and told me to put on my nightie. "Time for breakfast," he said, his eyes elsewhere. "Let's not keep your mother waiting. And brush your teeth before you go down." "Alright Daddy." He was so brusque. What had I done wrong? I tried to find the answer on his face but he wouldn't look at me. Hurriedly he put on his pants and shirt, slipped into a pair of sneakers and went downstairs. I brushed my teeth and dressed, and when I joined the rest of the family I found Dad standing close to Mum by the stove. He was flirting with her, patting her ass and whispering things into her ear, the kind of act he put on when he was in really good spirits. Mum loved it, of course. She got all coy and silly when he came on to her like a horny boy. I figured he was trying to tell me something rather than her, but I couldn't help feeling jealous. We sat down to eat, Mum and Dad sitting right near each other, Tim drawing his chair close to mine. Dad paid no attention to me at all, and Tim did the opposite. He couldn't stop engaging me in conversation, and in the meantime his hand searched for mine under the table. I withdrew irritably. Nothing appealed to me, not Tim, not the oriental Veronica had lined up for me in the afternoon; only Daddy had the vibrations that brought life to my pussy, my nipples, my belly; and Daddy was taken. "Here she is!" said my father when I rejoined them. He sounded a bit tipsy and certainly acted it. He put his arm about me and hugged me tightly before he went on. "My little girl who's getting married tomorrow. It's hard to believe--" And he went into the standard rave about how only yesterday I peed on his lap. I bore with it as best I could, as did the other relatives, but luckily Dad had more than memories on his mind. "And now it's time for the father-and-daughter heart-to-heart talk," he announced. "Come on, my girl, let's find some place that's private and discuss matters." He wanted to take me to the master bedroom and I hastily steered him away from there. "Let's go sit in the den," I said, pulling at his hand. "I like being there, it's so comfortable." "Alright, baby, anything you want." We went into his den and sat in easy chairs smoking cigarettes and enjoying the silence. At last he started to talk. I wasn't listening too closely. Being alone with him set my nerves on edge. I thought of Mum and her brother playing doctors upstairs, of the other brush Dad and I had had, of tomorrow's wedding, and how badly I wanted to fuck my father. If I could have him I would be satisfied! But he was in one chair and I was in the other. What was worse, he was babbling on about the birds and the bees while I was thinking about the blow job I'd given him! "Daddy, please!" I burst out. "You know that that's all old stuff! I want you, I don't care what you think about that, I just want to make love with you once more before I settle down. Please, let's do it now or we never will!" The words rang through the study over and over as if to haunt me. My father was in the process of lighting another cigarette and I wondered if he had heard me. "Daddy?" "No! It's wrong!" He slammed down his fist and refused to look at me. "Oh yeah? That's wrong, right? But it's not wrong for you to sleep with Rona and there's nothing wrong with Mum going to bed with Al or Marvin." Silence. "Daddy, don't you want me?" He was lost in indecision and to help make up his mind I took off my clothes and walked over to stand in front of him. "Please, make love to me." "You really want me to? Okay." He took off his clothes without further hesitation. He'd only been waiting for me to persuade him. Now we faced each other like a man and a woman, horny, alone, and ready! His cock throbbed hard and upright, my nipples were just as hard and throbbed as much. His hands took me by the arms and drew my body against his, and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. His cock pressed into my belly. I felt faint with passion, there was no need for foreplay, I was ready to go! But I kissed him back and wrapped my arms about him so my hands rested on his ass to caress his hairy, hard buns and work one hand around under them to get at his balls. He could hardly wait! As we kissed and caressed he moved me back onto the couch and lay on top of me, his body already in motion, his cock chafing against my inner thighs. "I knew this would happen," he said as he pinched my breasts and sucked at the nipples. "Ever since that Sunday morning I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I dreamed about you, it's shameful but it's true, and now that I have you here I just want to make love to you for the rest of the day. You've grown up into such a beautiful woman, Jackie, just like ..." He didn't finish the sentence but I knew he was thinking of Mum when she was my age. I would have objected had he not had his hand on my cunt and had his fingers not been fiddling with my clit and my hairs nimbly enough to make me think of more pleasant matters. My mother might have been good- looking in her day and she still wasn't bad, but now it was my turn. He was mine, his cock was hard for me! His mouth roved over my body, sampling nipples, flesh, my armpits, my fingers, pussy, thighs, the backs of my knees, loving me with his taste, touch, and eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into my every part and it aroused me intensely to have his admiration. His mouth pressed into my cunt to bring to bear twenty years of married life on it, and within a minute I was writhing and twisting like a puppet under his manipulations. He had a way of pushing his lower lip into my pussy and pressing it up toward the pubic bone, that opened me right up and admitted his lip and tongue deep into the cunt cavity. I reached down and began to tug at his arms. "Come on Daddy, let's do it!" I whispered urgently. "Let's make love before we're interrupted. We may never have this chance again!" "Yes, yes, in a minute." He took a few last bites of my cunt and then got up to walk over to the den door and check to see that it was locked. When he turned to come back to me I saw his cock fully erect, just the way it had been under the shower that fateful day, only this time it was standing up for me and was about to penetrate me! It stood tall and thick like a stripped tree, glowing in the afternoon light, a rosy tip that throbbed with virility, balls that swung slowly to and fro as he walked. All I could do was submit. I rested one leg on the back of the couch, the other was on the floor, and with both hands I held my cunt open to him. He lay on top of me and pushed his cock into my wet hole, grunting with the effort of penetrating me the whole way in the first stroke. And then he was inside me, I had him where I wanted him! "Lie perfectly still," he said. "I don't want to blow in the first second. Don't move a muscle!" "Do I excite you that much, Daddy?" "I'm afraid so." We hardly dared to breathe during that moment's crisis. His cock lay embedded in my cunt flesh, pulsing with life and sending the echoes of its vigor throughout my body. Even that got me worked up. The constraints let me do nothing to relive the mounting passion, and since it had to stay in me it multiplied all the more rapidly. I was unable to hold my breath any longer. I started to pant, to moan, to clutch at the upholstery of the couch in frustration. My father lay on top of me, his cock buried in my cunt, and he held me by the hips in case I should make an unexpected movement down there. "Oh Daddy! I'm going to come! I can't stop it, it's so beautiful to have you inside me. Please hold me, don't come, oh Daddy, DADDY, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, I'M COMING! OOOHHH GOD! AAAAAAHHHHH!!" He kept me pinned down the whole time even though I struggled with all my strength. The orgasm forced its way out through my pores, it seemed, because when it had passed I felt absolutely spent! Now my father swung into action. The first strokes were tentative and slow but he soon built up confidence. His cock was so thick, so long, that it stretched my cunt each time it dove down into my depths, and without much of a transition I found myself moaning and happy again. He knew just how to give it to me. When the left side of my pussy demanded action, it got plenty. And when it went momentarily numb he switched to a high entry so his knob bumped into the floor of my cunt and set off all kinds of delicious storms of tingling sensations that bubbled up to my mind and exploded there. I still couldn't believe it was he. My eyes remained wide open to scan his face all the time he fucked me. And when he lifted high enough I looked down along our separated torsos to see his thick brown cock suspended over my cunt hole, about to plunge in. His stomach muscles were knotted tight, laboring to give each stroke plenty of power, his strong arms were wrapped around me low down so his hands could support my buttocks and squeeze them at the same time. It was a total fuck, as thorough as the one Al and his wife had given me. "Yes, Daddy, that's good, that's good," I huffed. My body was burning again, ready to give birth to another bundle of passion. My hands were on his back and my nails dug into his flesh. I wanted to give him pain for the same reason a jockey gives his mount the whip. "More, harder, more! Oh yes, that's it, that is it! Daddy! Yes! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, OH MY GOD, YES! IN, IN, IN, HARDER NOW, FUCK ME, OOOHHHH THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, HARDER DADDY, HARDER, MORE, MORE, MOOOOOOOORE!!" Still yelling I went under again, fighting for breath as my passion exploded and tore through my body. Daddy kept on fucking like a man possessed. His cock slithered in and out of my cunt at a fantastic speed, a machine gun of cock it seemed, and I had no sooner crawled out of one emotional melee than the next was upon me. "Here it comes," he whispered suddenly. His face was very red, his teeth were clenched, and his back buckled tautly. Now his cock moved so quickly that I only felt the heat of its friction. "Watch out, baby, I'm going to blow the lot--AAAARRGH, UNH-UNH-AAAAAAHHHH!!" He subsided, but his cock maintained its pace for a while until even that slowed down. His hot douche of sperm had brought the loose ends of my emotions together and dissipated them utterly. I felt that I didn't need fucking again. Now came the awkward part. He would regret it, I was sure of that. And he would probably shun me again to give his guilty conscience the chance to forget his part in the proceedings. I clung to him and buried my face in his neck. If that was what he was going to do I didn't want to know about it until the very last moment. "That was wonderful," he said as he freed himself from my grasp. "I don't feel too good about giving in but we did it and I can't tell you how glad I am that I didn't have the guts to refuse you." I kissed him gratefully and sat still while he cleaned my pussy with a hand towel. He did it slowly, carefully, as if he was afraid a drop of his sperm would drop to the carpet. When it was gone he lay the towel aside and caressed my pussy with his bare hands. He looked as though he couldn't quite tear himself away from it. I was in no hurry. I loved the sensation of having a man, especially my own father, at the shrine of all passion. My pussy twitched and tickled at such times, I got warm and restless all over, but that might have been because those inspections were usually followed by the admirer making a meal of my cunt. Daddy just kissed it and stood up. "Let's make sure our guests aren't being neglected," he said dryly. "What was that you were saying about your mother and her brother? You saw them together, did you?" "Yes, up in the bedroom. Did you know about them ... their past, I mean?" "Of course. I'm only sorry you had to find out." "You're taking it all very calmly, Dad," I said. "Doesn't it bother you that Mum cheats on you?" "My dear girl, we've been married a long time, and your mother has had affairs with relatives, strangers, men and women. And I love it. She lets me watch her and I let her watch me, and if that's not possible we tell each other all about it, every detail. The only thing I've never told her about was that Sunday morning. I didn't know how to tell her about that." "Good," I said from the bottom of my heart. "I'm surprised to hear about your open marriage, though. How have you concealed it from me all these years?" "That was easy. Kids are always too preoccupied with themselves to worry about the oldies," he said with a self-deprecating smile. "Wow! Fancy that!" I got dressed and we walked out of the den after quickly checking to see if anyone was watching. When we got to the garden party everyone was drinking and carrying on at full blast, Mum and Al included. They hardly noticed our arrival. Dad got us both a drink and then he resumed his seat beside his wife. The End