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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."