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   This story is about incest.  If you are under legal age in any area of
the world do not read this story.  Do not commit any of the acts depicted
in this story or you may become addicted and perverted and imprisoned.  If
you have any doubts about reading this story, leave now.

   THE PLAN

   I wandered around my library thinking of the last weeks events.  I
didn't know what to make of my daughters new governess.  She was certainly
attactive enough, but that was not why she was hired.  Her qualification
and references were perfect and she seemed to to be enough of a task master
to keep my daughter on the right track.  Heretofor she had been a little
shipshod in her acquisition of the skills required to run a household.  I
don't mean actually do the work.  That was for servants.  But if she was to
marry properly in the future, she certainly needed more training and
refinement.

   My daughter would have a one time settlement at marriage of 5000 pounds.
That was enough to generate 300 pounds per annum.  Quite enough if one were
prudent and ran a well-managed home.  It was not enough, however to assure
that she would marry into a rich family.  No, not hardly.  With refinement
she had a much better chance.  Hence, Miss Devens employment.  Had my
wonderful wife of fifteen years not died three years ago, a governess would
not have been needed.

   Since Miss Devens arrival some three months ago, my daughter seemed to
slowly become more and more devoted to her.  Being fond of her governess
was hoped for but not necessary.  But the way she followed her around the
place with a puppy-dog look was altogether something else.  I had been
growing concerned.  Then, two weeks ago while I was in London for my
fortnightly liaison with a woman of the night, I chanced to visit my
favorite bookseller.  While looking through the book stacks in search of an
addition for my library, I came across a small book titled 'Proper House
Staff Management'.  Seeing as how that topic was much on my mind lately, I
thumbed through the book.  On one page I was shocked to see an illustrated
drawing of the master of the house on one side of a wall looking through a
hole.  On the other side of the wall a woman in a maids uniform was shown
undressing.  This kind of thing was just not done.

   For some reason I felt I needed the book.  When I purchased it the
proprietor pulled a card from his desk and suggested that I might want to
visit a nearby shop.  I'd glanced at the address and saw it was only two
blocks away.  The card had read 'Discretion Limited'.  Two hours later I
was in possession of specialized tools and miscellaneous fixtures I would
have been ashamed to be seen with, much less install in my own home.

   My daughter and the whole staff of my house had been chiding me over the
past several months about the old fashioned nature of my clothes.  Since
this seemed like a time for a major change in direction for everything, I
had decided to order some new clothes.  Even my clothier, whom I had done
business with practically forever was surprised I had stayed with the old
styles.  So I had been fitted with tights, no less, which were 'in' for the
upper classes.  A cod patch or covering for the privates was appropriate
for the style and in my case absolutely mandatory.  No wonder the
lower-class women snickered behind their fans.  They could see everything
one had.  Unfortunately, I had more than most and I felt totally exposed
and rediculous.  But my clothier, the clerk at my hotel (I had always
suspected her was a faggot) and even my prostitute told me how nice I
looked.  Damned woman wouldn't even let me take my pants off until she had
practically worn the material out groping me and rubbing my cod patch.  So
I guess I was stuck with the style until it changed again.  Soon, I hoped.

   Upon returning home I felt like I was possessed by a devil.  I had read
and reread the book.  I knew it by heart.  I had installed discrete peek
holes in the governess' room as well as my daughters adjacent room which
had a connecting door.  This was done while they were visiting friends in a
nearby town for a few days.  But I didn't stop there.  The madness was upon
me.  I allowed the servants to take an unscheduled holiday during the
period my daughter was gone.  It gave me the opportunity to survey the
servants quarters and select ideal locations for the holes.  I concealed a
peeking hole in the kitchen, one in the servants sitting room and one in
each of the two servants sleeping rooms.  Because of the unique layout of
the house all of these viewing spaces were easily accessible to me without
being seen by the staff.

   Everyone was due back the following day.  I took one more tour around to
each of the holes.  I checked to assure that nothing would stop me from
seeing or hearing.  I also went into each room and assured myself that the
holes could not be spotted or even suspected.  I was finally coming to
realize that I was doing this for me.  Whatever I had used for an excuse to
set this up was a lie.  I was a voyeur and a girlwatcher and now I finally
had the balls to do something about it.  I couldn't remember when I had
been so excited about anything.  Selecting the right places for the peeks
and the the pride of workmanship and skill in expert camoflage of the
results.  I couldn't wait to view and ease-drop on my unsuspecting
housemates.

   * * * * * * * * *

   Maude, my cook, and Fanny, the younger housekeeper arrived early from
their unscheduled holiday.  I'd decided to wear my new clothes so as to get
the giggles out of the way before my daughter, Fay and Miss Devens arrived
back for lunch.  Both stared at my face and refused to even notice my new
clothes.  Oh, well, maybe they have become so common now as to be
un-noticable.  So much the better.  I ordered lunch for 3 at 12 sharp and
let them get on with their work.  I fussed around in the library for a few
minutes then decided it was time to try a peek hole.  They were both in the
kitchen and now dressed in their uniforms.  I had missed getting to see
them change.

   "Lor, did you see the bulge in his pants.  I'm starting to drip just
thinking about it."

   "Oh, Yes.  It was lovely alright.  But I always suspected as much. 
Before you came to work here, when the Misses was alive I mean, you
should've seen her on saturday mornings.  Limping, she was, every saturday
morning and looking like she'd been run over by a hay wagon.  She never
really said, of course, but I knew friday nites must have been a real
chore. Took three days to recover, she did."

   Fanny giggled and said, "I'd like to think I could recover faster than
that."

   I'd heard enough of that conversation and retreated to the Library. 
Being the object of servant gossip was disturbing but at the same time
somewhat complimentary.  I had never guessed that women even talked like
that among themselves.  Maybe it was just among the lower classes.  While I
was mulling this over, Fanny slipped into the library and started her
dusting.  Strange.  Normally, the staff went to great pains to work in
areas of the house where no one was.  It didn't really matter, I guess,
except I had overheard her and the cooks comments.  We generally ignored
them anyway so I sat, picked up a book I had been reading and stared at the
page without seeing it.  The damned girl was flitting around the room like
a fairy and seemed to spend most of her time either bending over toward me
accidentally showing her cleavage or bending away showing her black
stocking legs damned near to her knees.  Eventhough I'd been thoroughly
serviced in London, I was still affected by these "accidentally (my ass)"
displays.  These cod patches just were not up to the task and I was afraid
to get up from my chair while Fanny was in the room.  I waited for her to
leave but she didn't.  She finally walked over to the chair where I was
sitting, squatted down a few feet away and said, "If you'd be so good, sir,
as to stand up I can dust your chair and be finished with the room." This
kind of intrusion by a maid was just not done but without thinking I stood
up.  Fanny squeeked in response and fell over backwards exposing her legs
all the way to her white panties.  I looked down in surprise and saw that
my cod patch had totally given up leaving my erection standing straight out
a full seven inches and totally distorting my new pants.  In horror, I fled
the library with what little dignity I had left.

   * * * * * * * *

   I looked in the mirror and surveyed the damage.  My pants were down
around my ankles and the cod patch was hanging over my cock like a
worthless little flag.  As I could tell now, there were two distinct
problems with this whole mess.  The fixable one was that I had tied the cod
patch incorrectly to hold myself in case of an erection.  The non-fixable
one was that my cock was seven inches long whether it was erect or not.  I
was always going to have a bulge when I wore these stylish pants.  In any
event, I now owned these clothes and I was going to wear them.  Everyone
had wanted me to get them.  If there was anyone embarrassed it ought to be
those who insisted on style, not me.  I suddenly thought about my encounter
with Fanny and my erection sprang up again.  Then I remembered what my
subconscious mind and cock had previously registered.  When Fanny had
fallen over backwards and I had seen her panties, her crotch had been
soaked clear through.  Fanny would bear watching I thought smiling.

   At about 11:00 I began watching for the coach.  It arrived shortly and I
was on the porch steps to meet them.  As soon as it stopped, the footman
jumped down and opened the door.  Two sets of eyes were staring intently
out of the coach but they weren't moving to get out.  The footman had his
arm extended to help and kept saying, "Madam.  Madam.  Madam." I took a
couple of steps down and said, "Welcome home, Ladies." They finally woke up
and got out of the coach on apparently shakey legs.  Both seemed to be
breathing very shallow, short breaths.  "Is something wrong, Dear?" "No, No
Dad, we're both OK.  Just a little excited to be home again." "I'll have
the bags sent up.  You girls freshen up and lunch is at 12:00 sharp.  I'll
see you then."

   Fay and Miss Devens arrived for lunch in more casual attire.  Perhaps I
had better describe them; at least superficially.  Fay is 14 years old. 
She is tall for her age, slim and quite pretty if I do say so myself. 
Naturally curly blond hair surrounds her perfect oval face.  Her pouty
little lips are light red and require no makeup and her eyes are dark blue.
An altogether nice package.  Mrs.  Devens body can only be described as
volumpuous.  Black straight hair with a flip at the bottom which has been
added on this trip by someone.  Dark eyes, pretty but more mature face and
seductive lips I have thought about kissing since I first hired her.  She
must be about 25 although I never really asked.  Seems an ideal mother
substitute and tutor for Fay.  At any rate they get along well, if not too
well, as companions.  At least that is the excuse I am going to use for the
time being to peek at them.  I beginning to think I'll be able to find any
number of excuses if that one doesn't pan out.

   Maude, rather than Fanny comes out to serve the soup and sandwishes. 
She serves the girls first of course.  Maybe Fanny is as embarrassed as I
am about this morning.  When Maude serves my soup she leans over and
presses both of her ample breast squarely into my back.  I'm stunned. 
She's never done anything like that before.  What in the world is causing
the sudden madness in this house.  Surely not my new clothes.

   After lunch but before the two girls can get out of the room, I decide
to force them to comment on the new, stylish clothes they've been badgering
me to buy.  "Well young ladies, I'm surprised you haven't noticed the new
stylish clothes I purchased in London.  This is the style you wanted me to
buy isn't it?" At this point I unbutton the vest top, lift it slightly and
allow them to see the tights.  I slowly revolve so they can miss nothing.
"Now, are you ready to let me go back to my old but comfortable clothes?"

   In evident discomfort, they have both been forced to focus on my new
tights with its significant bulge.  The same bulge I can not control and
had apparently gone completely un-noticed in my older clothes.  Miss Devens
finally pipes up in a breathless voice that I've never heard before, "We
think you look just wonderful in your new clothes." Now I know they are
both embarrassed but I press on to increase their discomfort.  "Good!", I
say, "I have accepted, on the three of ours behalf, an invitation to attend
a dance at the crawlys summer house the day after tomorrow.  I hope you'll
both be able to find something suitable to wear that will not clash with my
new clothes."

   * * * * * * *

   The afternoon, tea, and dinner were fortunately uneventful except for
the absense of Fanny.  During dinner I finally asked Maude why Fanny was
not serving the meal.  Maude said that she was feeling poorly and left it
at that.  I had learned long ago that when talking about a woman feeling
poorly it could mean anything, so I didn't press it.  I had my usual brandy
in the library and then decided to peek at my daughter and her governess. I
find both are sitting in Fays room.  "If your father goes to the dance in
those clothes, every single woman in the place and more than one married
one will be after him." I watched Fay shake her head.  "Then our plan will
be for naught, Ann.  You'll just have to dress to kill so he'll only have
you on his mind." Oh, I thought, what plan?

   With a sigh they both started to undress and get ready for bed.  Fay
turned so that Ann could undo her dress and she let it slip to the floor.
She was still dressed in a full cover top and pantaloons down to her
ankles. Still, It was as near to undressed as I had seen her in the last
seven or eight years.  The top came off next and I saw two of the prettiest
breasts I had ever seen.  Small but creamy with the nicest pink nipples. 
Despite myself, my cod patch was starting to feel too snug.  When the
pantaloons hit the floor I almost came.  A true blond but the hair was
wispy and didn't provide full cover.  Just a touch of pink showed from the
inter lips.  Most striking, however, was the clitorus which was prominent
at the top.

   Miss Devers startled me by stepping up to my daughter in her naked
condition and giving her a big hug.  They clung to one another.  I was
stunned beyond belief.  I had suspected something might not be right
between them, but I thought I was just fooling myself.  They quickly
separated and Ann shead her remaining clothing.  Feminine was really the
only way to describe her.  100% woman despite what I had just seen her do
to my daughter.  She had her back to me and God, what a beautiful ass. 
They came close and hugged again just before the light went out.  I had
half a mind to charge into the room and fire the beautiful bitch.  Seducing
my daughter?  The only thing I would lose is my daughters trust forever. 
Showing up with an obviously stiff prick would really say it all, now
wouldn't it?  What should I do?

   I staggered back to my room in a daze.  I took off my coat and shirt and
threw them on the the chair.  I had to get my cock out of this damn
restraining cod patch.  I got my tights half way down my theighs and froze.
Someone was wheezing in my room.  I whirled around.  Fanny was standing
just outside the open door with one arm across her breasts and her other
hand covering her crotch.  Looked modest OK as she was fully dressed.  I
forgot what I must have looked like and said, "What in the devil are you
doing here?  I thought you were sick." She was breathing heavily and
stuttered, "I, I, I wanted to t t tell you how b b beautiful you were in
your new c c clothes.  She staggered forward, dropped to her knees in front
of me and squeezed my strained cod patch.

   Suddenly, nothing was beyond my imagination.  I was an animal in heat. I
ripped open her bodice exposing her breasts.  Looking at them fed a passion
that was already out of control.  I covered her breasts with my hands and
pushed her over backwards onto the floor.  In one continous motion I
reached in and pulled her panties from her legs and over my head.  The
scent of sex-soaked panties overwhelmed me.  I buried my face in her crotch
and ravaged her with my tongue.  I had never in my life even thought of
doing something like that.  But I couldn't get enough.  Fannys eyes were
wide and looking at me with complete abandonment.  Her mouth was one big O.
She was making strange noises and I knew I was growling.  I couldn't wait
any longer and I tore off the remains of my cod patch.  I brutally buried
my cock in her wet, slick, tight pussy.  Fanny wrapped her legs and arms
around me tightly as we rolled frantically around the floor.  I couldn't
come and I never wanted to quit.  Fanny yelled everytime she came and as
the time wore on it sounded continuous to my ears.  I finally came and
collapsed with her on top of me.  I was still dazed and disoriented.  We
finally separated and repaired our clothing.  I slipped into my robe.  I
didn't say another word to Fanny.  There was not much I could say that
would explain my actions.  I suddenly realized that the door had been open
all the time this had been going on and there were two dim robed figures
staring into the room from across the hall.  I gathered my courage saying,
"Thank you Fanny for bring up the tea service." Fanny, holding her damaged
dress together, scurried from the room replying, "You're welcome, Sir." Fay
and Ann both moved forward to the open door as if in a trance with wide
eyes wildly looked around my bedroom.  I stood tall, straightened my back
and my lapels and patted down the wet cravat around my neck which for some
reason smelled just like Fannys panties.  They both left, staggering back
down the hall without saying a single word.

   * * * * * * * *

   This was my house and I didn't have to justify anything I did to anyone.
That is exactly what I told myself all night long.  If I acted like nothing
happened, they would think they were mistaken in whatever they thought they
saw.  How long had they been standing in the hall watching?  In any event,
I really didn't have a choice.  Nothing happened, period.

   I brazenly walked into the dining room a few minutes late for breakfast
expecting to have to fake it.  With a sigh of relief I noted no one was
there.  I sat down and rang the bell for the cook but Fanny showed up to
take my order.  "I'll have two eggs and toast and coffee." "Would twice a
week be convenient for you?" she says.  Without looking up I said, "No."
"Once," she says.  "No," I murmered.  "Then once a bloody fortnight or I'll
quit and spread dirty rumors all over the village." "We'll see and don't
burn the toast."

   I didn't see Fay or Anne the rest of that day.  They apparently had
lunch and dinner sent up to their rooms.  The next morning they ventured
into the dining room as if nothing had happened.  Good, I thought.  Fay
asked, "Are we still planning to go to the dance tonight?" I looked her in
the eye then shifted my glance to Ann.  Ann was staring at her empty plate.
"Are you wondering where the food went, Ann?" I said.  She jerked her head
up and looked at me.  Turning back to my daughter, I said, "Why would you
think our plans had changed?" Ahh!  Direct confrontation.  Intimidation. 
Really cheap shit and tactics.  What the hell was the matter with me. 
Sometimes, I even embarrass myself.  When neither said anything, I
commented, "we'll be leaving a seven sharp.  Please try and be punctual.

   Since the fiasco night before last I had been afraid to peek at anyone.
I had been afraid of what I might hear.  But I wanted to see them preparing
for the dance tonight.  I simply had to know what they thought of me.  At
about four o'clock, I had my things laid out, had bathed, and shaved.  Now
to see how the girls were progressing.  I threw on an old outfit and went
to the peekhole.  When I looked I saw Fay sitting at her dressing table
combing her hair.  She was wearing a robe over her slim body.  I heard a
door open and Fay turned to speak to Anne.  "So you did shave it all off. I
was beginning to think you had given up on him." Ann walked into view
completely naked but I could only see her from the back.  Again I was
becoming aroused just looking at the back of her.  "After what we saw the
other night I think it's either quit or go all out.  No middle ground.  The
competition is too great.  Here let me show you the dress I've changed. 
This center panel of material is the sheerest silk I could find that isn't
transparent.  It cost me a fortune on my wages.  But everything I own can
easily be felt through this material.  Especially, with me being shaved.  I
hope its all worthwhile." Fay smiled and said, "Ann you are absolutely
beautiful in the nude.  If you can ever let him see you like that, he's
finished.  Just make sure you have plenty of body contact."

   Anne sighed, "Fay, what I really want is what that trollop got the other
night.  Did you see the way he devoured her.  God, it's the real reason why
I shaved.  I came at least twice just standing in the hall.  And, I don't
think that I'm a voyeur." Fay laughed and said, "Just remember our deal.  I
don't know whether I'm a voyeur or not but I want to watch for my own
education.  Besides, he is a sexy man.  Try not to mentioning that he's my
dad."

   "OK, a deal is a deal.  If I can get him into my bed, you can watch from
the closet.  I'll leave the light on." They were both giggling when I left.


   Christ, I can't believe all of this is happening just because I bought
some new and apparently provocative pants.  Apparently, both of them wanted
me married again and this time to Ann Devens.  The plot, and this part I
couldn't believe of my own fourteen year old daughter, was obviously
seduction of me by Ann.  I had fanticized about Ann since she had arrived
over three months ago.  Lately, of course, I was fanticizing about all the
females.  Did I want to get married again?  Had my own daughter been
seduced into helping with the plan?  Had Ann physically seduced Fay?  Maybe
all Ann wanted was continuous access to Fay even if marriage was required
ticket.  All unknowns and very disturbing.

   I definitely didn't want to miss the game.  If Ann had gone to so much
trouble to rub against me and have me feel her, then, by God, I was going
to make sure I could feel her.  I went back to my room and devised a way to
assure that my cock looked like it was covered by a cod patch but in fact
was not.  When I pulled my thinnest pants over my contraption to check it,
it looked like I had one on.  OH, no doubt about how big it looked but that
was unavoidable.  But at least with this rig I should be able to feel
anything that touches me exquisitely, without risking the possibility of
standing straight out embarrassingly.  I ran my hand over my crotch and
could almost feel my finger prints.

   Just before seven I was dressed and ready to go to the dances; with Ann.
Walking was more of a problem than I thought it would be with the rig I had
devised.  I not only felt sexy, I was being stimulated with each step I
took.  My own pants were giving me a hardon.  Maybe this wasn't such a good
idea after all.  Christ, I couldn't stand having an erection all night
long. I had added a little padding underneath just in case I dripped a
little and hoped it was enough.

   For the first time ever, both women were waiting for me as I came out
onto the porch.  I looked them over closely and I noted that they were
doing the same with me.  My daughter looked like a full grown woman and Ann
looked like a queen.  I took special note of the silk panel in her dress,
hoping she didn't noticed.  They, on the other hand, kept looking at my
crotch without looking at my crotch.  We were all having trouble just
breathing normally.  The coach I had hired was thankfully on time.  Once I
sat down and didn't have to move I felt better, and incidently, less
stimulated.  I told them how nice they looked and they said the same to me.
After that we rode in silence the short distance to the dance.

   The three of us walked up the steps to the entrance.  My daughter on one
side and Miss Devens on the other.  The butler, after taking our
invitation, announced us to the crowd who had already arrived.  There was
no dancing going on yet and the sensation was that everyone was looking at
each newcomer.  I bowed and presented both my daughter and Miss Devens.  I
looked up and noticed that all the mens eyes were feisting on the women and
the womens eyes were looking at my crotch.  At least that is the way it
felt.  Imagination, probably.

   Another butler approached and handed each of us a card to keep track of
the dances promised to others and a pencil to note who we were to dance
with.  At this point, of course, they were all blank.  Suddenly, there was
a surge in the crowd around us and I was carried away as well as the girls.
Within three minutes my card was totally filled up and I had been groped no
less than five times.  I may have climaxed once but I didn't know who
caused it.  I hoped this pack of vultures hadn't molested the girls I had
brought.  I wouldn't put it passed them.

   The band finally warmed up and the dances were anounced by number.  I
looked at my card and tried to figure out who had signed it.  It was the
lady of the house so I couldn't argue with that or avoid it.  I walked over
to her and bowed.  She looked at her card and then mine and declared that
she had the third dance with me but that the first on the list was her
youngest daughter, Nancy.  Mrs.  Crawly kindly pointed at a little ten year
old who grinned back at me.  I would swear that this little gremlin had had
her hand on my balls the whole time the women were swarming over me during
the signup.  I approached her warily.  She smiled and held up her hands in
the dance position.  Fine, I thought.  She's just about waist high; which
is why I clearly remembered the hands.  The thought ran through my mind,
'maybe she sucks'.  Nah!  At least that was worth a snicker.

   It was a slow waltz and we started out in the middle.  After we had gone
around the floor twice I picked her up with my forearm under her derrier so
she wouldn't keep bouncing her chin off on my bulge.  She immediately
wrapped her legs around my waist and I was sorry I had picked her up.  Once
we were face to face and dancing she kept running her tongue around her
lips and finally asked me if I liked girls.  I'm sure she meant very little
ones like her.  She hinted that a combo might be available if I was
interested.  I definitely was not although I tried not to insult the little
varment.  Two dances later when I danced with the ugly mother and hostess
of this party, I felt the same flavor of probing and hints of special
treats for special people.  Why in the world had I suddenly become special
people.

   All of those that I danced with in the first half seemed desparate
somehow.  I even got a couple of propositions for walks through the
gardens. All of these invitations were accompanied serious rubbing of their
crotchs against my sensitive cock.

   At last it was time for the dinner.  I regrouped with Fay and Miss
Devens for the meal.  We were not allowed to sit together for the meal but
at least we had a few minutes together.  I casually mentioned that I was
surprised everyone wasn't in the garden and and Miss Devens laughed.  "I
have had seven invitations in seven dances." I mentioned I had had hints of
things that I couldn't mention in mixed company.  I asked her if she had
any open dances and she frowned.  I told her I didn't either.  It was at
least worth a chuckle.  Even my daughter was full up with dances.  She
mentioned that several older men thought she needed a walk in the garden. I
casually mentioned that I thought the garden must be a very busy and
dangerous place.

   After dinner, the remaining dances proved to be pretty much a repetition
of the first half.  At the end of the evening, one additional dance was
called and I immediately searched for Ann.  I spotted her looking for me
and we smiled and approached each other.  I bowed and formally ask if she
would like to dance.  She nodded and I took her into my arms.  The dance
was a slow, end of the night song and we melted together like no one else
was there.  The special panel of her dress came into play and as
over-stimulated as I was I could tell the difference.  When she came close
I could feel the head of my cock slide across her crotch and actually feel
it when it bounced across the separated lips of her pussy.  Knowing what
was there and the fact that it was shaved practically drove me up the wall.
We rubbed all the way through the dance.  The band leader cried out that
their would be one more and my daughter tapped on Anns shoulder for the
last one.

   I asked Fay how she had liked the dance and she said she loved it. 
Except for the really old men, of course.  Like myself, I jested.  But she
just shook her head and said I was not old at all.  Even she danced real
close and I felt myself becoming aroused by my own daughter.  Not good I
told myself but I still felt the tingle of mental incest.

   When we got in the coach to go home, Fay intered first and lay down on
the front seat.  That forced Ann and I to sit together.  I didn't mind and
I don't think she did either.  She mentioned that Fay was pretty tired and
should be put to bed as soom as we got home.  But, perhaps, we two might
have a sherry after Fay was in bed.  I readily agreed and told her I would
meet her in the library.

   As I waited for Ann I thought about the girls 'plan' and how Fay was
going to watch whatever Ann and I did.  The thought was extremely
stimulating, but why did I like the idea of Fay watching?  Was I attracted
to my own daughter?  Yes, obviously but was this a normal thing that
everyone but me had resisted up to now?  Therein lies the seeds of madness.
I was guilty and maybe I was alone.

   Ann arrived a few minutes later but was in her night gown.  I suddenly
felt overdressed in my dancing clothes.  I mentioned this and Anne
suggested I at least relax and take off my jacket.  With only my shirt and
tights on I poured us a sherry.  I felt her eyes on me.  Her breathing had
either changed or she was faking it.  That is not an unknown talent of
women, especially women of the night.  But in this case I think she was
very conscious of the closeness of feelings and bodies in an enclosed
space. I felt the tension myself.  We sat on the couch together and talked
of general things, but basically getting to know each other.  I slowly
edged closer to her and finally mentioned how attractive I felt she was. 
She said that she was very fond of me and loved being governess to a
wonderful girl like Fay.  She said she wished she had a daughter just like
her.  The next thing we knew we were kissing.  Not wildly, but gently.  I
passed my hand lightly up her side, barely touching her breast.  She
breathlessly suggested that I accompany her to her room.  This was a
planned thing I was sure.  She really wasn't that excited but more relieved
that things were progressing.  I was wondering how far this would go if
something didn't happen to make it explode.  I'd wait and see.

   We went to her room and she indicated that I should be quiet and not
wake Fay.  I also noted that the closet door was partially open.  I
suspected that Fay was already in there and fully awake.  Ann was intent on
seducing me but it was the wildness she had seen that she really wanted. 
Nothing she or I had done had triggered it so far.  The dancing perhaps
would have but we had been denied that.  I took off my shirt, tights, and
cod patch and waited for her to remove her nightclothes.  The spark was
missing.  I was standing there naked waiting and I heard it.  The
accelerated breathing of Fay in the closet watching me naked turned me on.
As much as I wanted to pull her from the closet and enter her I knew I
shouldn't and couldn't.  Instead, my focus concentrated on Ann who was
bending over pulling the sheets back from the bed.  Her ass was elevated
and all my senses came alive.  The most beautiful ass I had ever seen and
it was mine for the taking.  I stepped forward, flipped up her robe and
nightdress exposing her fantastic ass.  I buried my face in the crack and
thrust my tongue up her ass.  At First she froze, not knowing what she had
done right or wrong, and then she collapsed onto the bed.  I followed her
and continued licking and plunging.  There was no doubt about the
excitement now.  I rolled her over onto her back and got my first close-up
look at her shaved pussy.  I thoroughly approved.  So slick to the tongue,
so wet, and so ready.  I gave it all the attention it deserved and that was
a lot.  Nothing had ever tasted sweeter.  I slid my hands up to her breasts
and wasn't disappointed.  The nipples were already as hard as raisins and
she was beginning to make moaning noises.  I could tell she wasn't faking
it.  Her ass and back were arched off of the bed and she had her fingers
buried in my hair forcing my head further into her wet and excited crotch.
In the back of my subconscious I could hear Fays breathing increasing to
alarming loudness.

   Ann shuttered and came once and then again in rapid order.  She
collapsed on the bed carrying me with her.  One last nibble of her ample
clitorus and then I slid forward and entered her beautiful shaved pussy. 
Immediately, I was stopped by her hymen.  I was both surprised and
gradified but forced my way through at the insistance of her clinched
fingers on my ass.  Finally I was sliding deeply into a very tight and wet
passage.  As I hit bottom Anns body shuttered once more and with a moan she
feinted.

   I thought of coming to relieve the pressure and easily could have. 
Suddenly, without conscious warning, a snarling, wet, biting animal landed
on my back.  I knew it had to be Fay.  She was naked and insistent.  She
whirled around on my body and the increase in weight caused Ann to revive
and moan loudly.  Fays groping hands were everywhere.  Reaching between my
legs she grabbed my cock and pulled it out of Ann.  I heard Anns startled
gasp in my ear.  Fay hissed, "He's mine, mine."

   I was rudely pushed over onto on my back and straddled by an animal even
wilder than myself.  Ann and I watched in astonishment as Fay excitedly
positioned herself and dropped her weight to completely burst through her
hymen.  She cried out but didn't stop until she got to the bottom.  Only
when that was completed did she pause.  She slowly collapsed on my chest
saying, "I love you, daddy, I love you." I looked over at Ann for her
reaction and she mouthed the words, "Finish it." I hugged her young bady to
mine and whispered, "You are the most precious thing in the world to me and
I will always love you more than anything else." I gently passed my hands
over her hips and back up to her small breasts.  I gently rolled her over
then ran my thumbs over the nipples before my hands passed down over her
flat stomach to her erect clitorus.  I gently massaged the area around it
until she felt the need for increased stimulation.  Slowly, and gently I
slid my cock out until only the head remained inside her body.  After a few
seconds pause she prompted me to enter again fully.  Twice more this was
repeated until she was completely wet and stimulated.  "Now, now," she
urged and I didn't want to wait either.  I picked up the pace slowly and it
was all I could do to surpress my desire to ravage her body.  Her pain was
completely displaced by the need to climax.  I whispered how much I had
always loved her and needed her.  How she had always been in my heart.  Our
love-making turned gentle and softly loving.  We kissed as father and
daughter, as man and woman, as husband and wife.  Any differences blurred.
We both slowly sped up our movements until we both experienced something
totally new.  Complete love.  We kissed again as she left me with Ann.  I
heard her go back to her own bed.  Ann lifted her head and murmered that
what she had witnessed had been wonderful.  I told her I agreed.  I
carefully caressed Ann over the remaining hours of the night and together
we made beautiful love without any pain.  At dawn, we were soundly asleep
in each others arms.

   * * * * * * *

   Maude looked up as Fanny came into the kitchen.  "Did you hear the
latest news?  The master is going to marry Miss Devens and the daughter is
going to be the bridesmaid.  They all seemed pretty happy at breakfast
dispite the fact that both girls seemed to have caught that dreaded limping
disease.  You know, just like the one you contracted a few days ago."

   "I caught that twinkly in your eye," said Fanny.  And if you were a few
years younger I'll bet you'd have caught it a few times yourself.  Myself,
I have a feeling I'll be suseptable to a re-occurance at least fortnightly.

   THE END





















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