The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. The Next Step THE NEXT STEP (A Sequel to "Shower Scene") by RHYMER I was ready for the second phase of my planned sexual conquest of my father. A month ago, I'd caught a good look at his monster penis as he padded naked to the bathroom with a piss-hard, and I realized that it was the cock I'd been looking for all my young life. I began plotting then to make it mine. Puberty came early for me; I was menstruating at eight, and by nine had learned how much fun it was to rub my little slit. From there I moved on to fingers and makeshift dildos, and it wasn't long before I nabbed my first cock (Timmy Conley, our 14 year old paper boy). Let's just say I'm sexually precocious. It had been a week since I surprised my Daddy in the shower and gave him a blowjob he's not likely to forget. That's where I ended it, before it got too far: I wasn't quite ready for sex with that big thing yet, and I didn't want to scare him off by coming on too strong. I wanted him to get used to the idea of sex with his 14 year old daughter. Since then, our relationship had been tense and a little strained. He hadn't spoken much, but I caught him staring at me occasionally, frankly and and with great curiousity. When I could get away with it, I wore as few clothes as possible, in order to keep him interested. Since it was high summer, I spent a lot of time in our pool, and it wasn't too unusual for me to be clad in nothing more than a bikini. I attracted quite a few stares from my big brother Chris as well during this time (but that's another story). During the course of that week, I happen to know that my mom got a lot of good fucking, as Daddy took out his abundant sexual energy on her. From the way she was screaming and groaning she must have enjoyed it, and I don't blame her, considering! Not that she needed it. I, the supposed sexual expert in the family, learned a few new things about sex and my family that week, quite by accident. But more on that later. It was Saturday, and Mom and Chris were out shopping for groceries or something. They'd been spending a lot of time together in the last year. I'd noticed that and wondered on it a little lately, but after what I discovered Wednesday it was no mystery. Anyway, about the time they drove away I went into my bedroom and changed into my skimpiest bikini. Red, it was: the color of love. Daddy seemed a little edgy that day, like he knew what I had in mind. Probably did: it wasn't too hard to guess. But as it turned out, he surprised me. I was awake well before he was that morning, and by the time he stumbled into the kitchen in his robe I'd already been in and out of the pool. I was still wet; my hair was slicked back and my pouty nipples were outlined against the fabric of my top. I decided to play the little domestic that morning. I didn't have anything planned right away -- Mom and Chris had made it clear they'd be gone most of the day -- but I thought of several little ways I could heighten the sexual tension. I paraded around naughtily in my little red bikini, making sure my tits and ass bounced and jiggle provocatively as I prepared us a nice breakfast. I bent over a few times, showing him just what he was missing. His eyes stayed on me the whole time. And once, as I was serving his pancakes, I "accidentally" brushed against his cock. It was already rock hard and ready! The thought of him wanting me the way I wanted him made my little pussy wet. We ate breakfast in silence. My hand was busy under the table, playing with my cunt and scrunching the fabric of my bikini tight around my cunt and ass cheeks. I wished it was a thong, but Mom won't let me buy one; this would have to do. I was juiced and ready by the time we were done eating. I took the dishes and piled them in the sink, keeping up a steady stream of conversation with Daddy. He's a bright guy, usually a good talker, but today his conversation was limited to grunts and monosyllables; I knew he was staring at my exposed bod, especially the tight little space between my legs, where I'd made sure a little pubic hair was showing. That's when Daddy made his move. He came up behind me, put his arms around my waist, and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. I could feel the lump in his robe pressing tightly against my lower back. "That was a good breakfast," he said huskily me. I hadn't really noticed, myself! "I'm lucky to have a daughter who's such a good cook, not to mention being a sexy babe too. You're so good at taking care of me. What do you have planned next?" He kissed the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and chills went racing down my spine. I could feel his hot gaze as it traced the length of my cleavage. His hands took on a life of their own. One slid up to cup my left breast; the other slipped inside my bikini bottom to find my clitty. He began massaging both at the same time. I groaned with pleasure. His hot breath puffed against the back of his neck as I pressed back against his bulge. That caused him to groan. "Oh, baby, I'm not sure I can stop," he whispered. "Why should you?" My pussy was starting to tingle now, and I sure as hell didn't want him to quit! "Well, honey, it wouldn't be right. I'd be a bad father. Parents don't fuck their kids." I twisted around in his grasp. His robe had fallen open all the way, and his magnificent cock was exposed. I slid my hands into the robe and around him, then pressed the full length of my body against his. My now-erect nipples were poking hard through the fabric of my swimsuit into his nest of chest hair; his prick was firm against my belly. I looked him deep in the eyes. "What's wrong with us fucking? Mom and Chris are doing it." He gasped. "How did you know about that?" Ah, so he wasn't completely clueless. "I came home early the other day and caught them going at it on Chris' bed." It was true: I'd returned from a friend's house (a boyfriend's house, though Mom didn't know it) earlier than expect, and was a little surprised to hear the cacaphony of moans and love-talk echoing down the hall. They were so noisy they never heard me come in. I figured Dad was getting some; that was an exciting thought, the opportunity to watch my parents screwing, so I tiptoed down the hall. I was a little surprised when I realized they were doing it in Chris' room, but I just figured it just gave them an extra thrill to do it on their son's bed. So I was really shocked when I peeked in and saw my well-hung older brother plowing his own mother's furrow! He was really giving it to her, and I saw that, though his equipment wasn't quite as big as Daddy's, it was still large and thick, and he knew how to use it. They interfaced with the ease of long-practiced lovers who were intimately familiar with each others' bodies, so I knew this was no one-time thing. He had her legs cocked up almost to her shoulders, and was pounding away like there was no tomorrow. I could tell that his cock was putting her into seventh heaven by the way she moaned and writhed. I waited til he came -- great, gushing streams that he deposited all across her hairy snatch, belly, and tits, and then proceeded to lick off -- then made myself scarce before I got caught. I was a little miffed as I left the house: here I thought I'd been the first in the family to stumble across the wonderfully sexy idea of incest, only to find that I was behind the times by at least a year! Now I knew why Chris and Mom spent so much time together, and went "shopping" so often -- motel shopping, maybe! "It's true, Dad." He shook his head sadly. "They spend so much time together, and I was just now starting to get it. I mean, your Mom still likes to fuck, but she's just not into it as much as she used to be. I was pretty sure she had a lover, because last month I found this motel slip in the car. For a few weeks I didn't really believe it, because I knew she'd been out buying groceries with Chris at the time stamped on the sales slip. I realized how much she and Chris did things together on the weekends, how they were alone together a lot of the summer -- but it wasn't until you -- did what you did last weekend that I figured it out." Great! I was the last to know. I reached down and gave his dick a friendly squeeze. "That's OK, Daddy! If they're enjoying each other, who's to say we can't enjoy each other too?" He smiled slowly. "No one, baby!" I fisted his enormous tool -- a good ten inches of hot and heavy man-meat -- and started pumping my hand up and down. I couldn't quite close my fist around it, but I must have been giving him some good sensations, because he started gasping and moaning and thrusting his hips a little. I kissed him and said, "Oh, Daddy, I want you to fuck and fuck and fuck me!" "Your wish is my command, little girl," he said, then reached down and scooped me up. He lay me down on the kitchen table, and divested me of my bikini with two quick movements. His robe fell by the wayside; then, without slightest vestige of foreplay (who needed it!) I felt his big, thick rod at the portal to my sopping cunt. This was it! This was finally it! He moved forward oh so slowly. Luckily, I was very very wet, or he might never have been able to fit inside me. As it was, I could feel my little fuckhole stretching to new dimensions as he gradually advanced. "Uhngh! So TIGHT!" he gritted. "So fuckin' tight!" I was enveloped in a rosy glow, tingling all over, as he gradually slid his fucktool into me. I yelped and moaned and pawed my tits, pulling and tweaking the nipples. Finally I felt his pubic hair tickling my hairless mound; I looked up into his eyes and smiled seductively. "That's it, Dad. You're in all the way." Then the clencher: "You're fucking me, Daddy. You're fucking your little baby daughter." "I know I am, Lizzie girl," he said in a low, rough voice. "Take it. Take your Daddy's big cock. It's so hard for you it's about to explode." With that he started thrusting relentlessly into my pussyhole. "Ah God," he growled. "You're so good and tight, you sweet little slut! I'm gonna fuck you til you scream for mercy!" "Do it, Daddy, do it! Your cock is so big it's almost splitting me in half! Harder, harder! Make me cum!" He shut up and jackhammered into me like there was no tomorrow. His manhood was so huge that it really did hurt a little to have him ream me, but the pleasure far outweighed any pain involved. He was stretching me wider than I've ever been before: my pussy was clinging to his cock like a hot sleeve as he worked it in and out of me. I'd be sore tomorrow, but it would be worth it. I could feel his large hairy balls rhythmically slapping the crack of my ass: they were hot, heavy and full of that steamy cum I'd tasted the week before. The thought of that got me close to cumming; then I recalled thinking about accidentally getting myself pregnant while I was rubbing Daddy's come into my snatch there in the shower, and just as before it sent me over the edge. I came like a wildcat, screeching and yowling and writhing enough to almost pull us both off the table. I locked my heels around his firm ass and pulled him farther into me, hoping for another orgasm before he came. I almost made it. Five minutes later, as I felt the tingling throughout my body starting to ramp up toward full ignition, he emitted an explosive grunt, pumped hard and deep into me three or four times, and came like a cannon firing into tunnel too small to contain it. His load filled my cunt and ran over, streaming down my legs onto the table. I kept ramming myself onto his big rod even though he'd stopped, and managed to pull myself through my second orgasm of the morning. He pulled out and fell into a chair. "That was wonderful," he said softly. "I think we'll have to do that again later. And again and again and again as long as I can keep my dick up." I was drained, but I managed to sit up and smile saucily. "I'll try not to keep you too exhausted,' I promised. I rubbed my cum-filled snatch. "I'm kinda sticky now. Wanna take a shower with me?" He grinned. "Oh, you naughty, naughty little girl."