Chapter Three - Pawn Takes Queen
The mood in the Conners household was somber for weeks. Beth
was shattered by her mother's unexplained suicide and the
Conners kids mourned with her. Ann deeply missed her old
friend. John was of course unaffected, but he faked it. He
didn't want Beth to think of him as a heartless bastard.
Eventually things began to return to normal. Beth was quickly
integrated into the family. Sharon was thrilled to have her
best school chum as almost a sister, and Debby found that Beth
was a lot more fun than either of her real sisters. Angela was
pleased to discover that Beth was considerably more mature than
her age would suggest and when she realized that she and Beth
had many common interest (the same bands, movies, and TV shows)
she finally had someone to talk to.
Tommy was sure that he would soon seduce his half-sister into
his bed, now that she was going to be in the house full time.
And Beth did like him, he knew it. He just had to figure out
how to get past her defiance and independence.
Anne Conners was rather less happy. She was concerned about
Tommy's obvious interest in Beth. She thought Beth a nice
enough girl, but, well she was a bastard with an unknown father.
Who knew what sort of people she came from.
Anne was sure that her concern was only for her son's welfare.
She was NOT jealous.
In fact Anne was the victim of a second, more successful
campaign of seduction Tommy was running. Tommy liked Beth, but
he still wanted his mother.
He began to spend a lot of time with Anne. He carefully
prepared for each encounter with his mother. He would shower,
shave carefully, and dab on a cologne he knew his mother loved.
He dressed carefully, making himself look as good as possible,
but not throwing himself at her. He knew he could not make an
obvious sexual pass at his mother and get away with it. He had
to turn her on and make her want him so much that she would make
the first move.
Anne Conners was a lovely woman. At thirty-five her waist was
still slender, her skin was smooth and unblemished, her large
breasts were firm. And she was the victim of the cosmic joke
that a human female hits her sexual peak in her thirties while
males do so at sixteen.
The same age as her son.
She was a passionate woman who loved it when men courted her.
John didn't bother to court her any longer, and in fact they
were now in separate bedrooms so she didn't even get her usual
dose of sex from him.
In fact, though she barely recognized it herself, Anne Conners
was a lonely, frustrated and vulnerable woman; starved for
affection and horny.
It was Anne's custom to spend her evenings in the library
reading romantic novels. Tommy came into the library and found
his mother alone. Anne was deeply absorbed in her reading and
didn't notice him. The rest of the family had gone out to a
movie so he knew he had a couple of hours alone with her at
least.
"Hi, Mom. Whatcha reading?" he asked from behind the couch.
Anne looked up from her book and over her shoulder. "It's a
French novel called Madame Bovary," she told him. "It's very
romantic, but probably a little slow for your generation. No
'action' I guess you'd say."
Tommy leaned over his mother's shoulder. "Oh yeah,
smarty-pants," he mocked. "I read it last year in my Advanced
Lit course. How far have you got?"
Tommy leaned over even farther. Pressing slightly on his
mother's shoulder, his mouth next to her ear. "Oh great," he
said, "the carriage scene. Isn't it hot the way Flaubert
doesn't tell you what's happening in there; just that image of
Emma's hand reaching past the curtain to throw away the letter."
Anne was turned on. The passage she had just read was perhaps
the most erotic in European literature and the smell of Tommy's
cologne, the warmth of his breath on her neck and ear lobes were
combining to giver her some very unmotherly feelings. "That's a
very mature attitude, Tommy," she said. "I assumed a boy of
this day and age would demand lots of graphic details."
Tommy decided to risk shocking her a little. "Well, Mom, T&A
have their place. If I was planning to jerk off, a "Hustler"
would come in handy. But if I want to make a points with a
girl, or a woman, a good old romantic love story is the way to
go."
Anne was not so much shocked as saddened. Even though her son
was a handsome sixteen-year-old hunk, up to this moment she
could pretend he was completely innocent. Now he had confessed
to masturbating and wanting female companionship.
She was also a little more aroused by the image of her son
playing with his cock. But she denied it to herself, putting
the sudden moistening of her pussy down to efforts of Flaubert.
Besides she was a mother and had certain duties. "Oh, Tommy,
don't be crude. There are other ways to say things like that."
"Sorry, Mom. I won't do it again," Tommy said, kissing her on
the nape of the neck.
Maybe it was the kiss, or maybe it was the fact she hadn't been
fucked in two months, but Anne had a sudden uncontrollable urge
to flirt with her son. "What won't you do again? Play with
yourself or talk about it?" she asked, giggling.
Tommy grinned. "Well, Mom, until I find a girl or woman to
take care of me I can only promise not to talk about it."
Tommy sat down next to his mother. "Will you read me a bedtime
story, Mommy?" he asked in a little boy voice.
Anne responding by thrusting the book into Tommy's hand. "Why
don't you read to me. You have a wonderful voice."
"If you say so, Mom," he replied and took the book from her.
He casually placed his left arm around her and pulled her close.
"I don't want to have to shout," he said. "It wouldn't be right
for this story."
Soon Anne was in a kind of trance. Tommy was holding her close
and her senses were overwhelmed. Tommy was reading
magnificently, bringing the tragic tale of Emma Bovary to life
for his mother. And her body was responding to the story and to
the touch of his body.
Tommy had put the book in his left hand and every time he
turned a page he had to reach over his mother's body with his
right. Each time his hand brushed across her breasts. He was
not obvious about it and he never touched her nipples, but every
minute or so he managed to lightly stroke her in a most arousing
way.
And as they shifted their bodies to more comfortable position,
Anne became aware of another part of his body. His stiff cock
would poke her every now and then. Again, not in the obvious
places like her ass or crotch, but on her outer thighs and once
he even managed to rub it along her rib cage.
Tommy put the book away. "Mom, do you think Beth likes me?"
"Huh?" she replied, dazed and aroused.
"Beth. Do you think she likes me? She is awful cute for such
a young girl, but, Angela says she is mature for her age. I
thought I might take her to a movie or something."
Anne was suddenly furious. Her son had brought her to a state
of sexual desire and now he wanted to talk about her rival. The
little slut John had brought into her home.
"She's not good enough for you, Tommy," Anne snapped. "I don't
want you thinking about her that way."
"But, Mom, I've got to find a girlfriend. And Beth is
available. I mean, I can't date my sisters and none of the
girls at school really interest me."
Anne tried to be calm and reasonable. "Isn't there anybody
else. We don't really know anything about Beth and I don't want
you to get hurt."
"Well," Tommy said, "there is this older woman, but I can't
talk about her. Not to you."
Anne stroked her son's hair, her hand trembling a little with
desire. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to pry."
Tommy suddenly smiled. He had made real progress, but it was
time to end this encounter. But he wanted to play one last card.
"Don't worry, Mom. It'll work itself out, and I've got time."
He kissed the back of his right hand. "I guess I'll have to
settle for 'Madame Palm and her five daughters' for a while
longer."
As Tommy left the library Anne suppressed a groan, her mind
filled once again with the image of her son playing with his
cock.
Just like he had planned.
That night as Anne lay alone in her bed she couldn't sleep.
The picture of Tommy jacking off was too vivid. She fingered
her pussy desperately seeking release, and as she did so a new
picture came to her.
She imagined it was Tommy's finger in her cunt. Driving her to
orgasm as he read romantic stories to her.
She added a second finger and suddenly it wasn't Tommy's finger
she was imagining, but his cock. He was on top of her, fucking
her.
"Mom, do you think Beth likes me?"
The memory came unbidden but it was maddening. Her vision
changed and now it was Beth who lay under Tommy. Beth who was
receiving his tender care and love. Beth who was being fucked
by her perfect son.
"SHIT", she shouted. "No fucking way. I'll scratch that
little hussy's eyes out before I let her touch him. He's mine."
But was he? He had mentioned an older woman, who was it?
Anne thought of the adult women Tommy might know well enough to
have a crush on. There were his teachers of course, but most of
them were well beyond middle age. A few women at church were
always petting him and telling him how handsome he was, but she
couldn't imagine her boy being attracted to those thick-bodied
cows.
She didn't yet dare hope it was her, but wasn't there something
called an "Oedipus Complex"? Didn't all boys want to fuck their
mothers.
Anne got up and moved silently down the hallway to Tommy's
room. She tried the door and it was not locked. In fact it was
slightly open. She peaked in and she could see the rhythmic
movements of the bed covers as Tommy jacked off. "Well," she
said to herself, "he'll never have to do that again." and
started to push the door open.
Tommy was aware of his mother's presence. He had left his door
ajar in the hopes that she would come. He figured to put on a
little show for her, but he hadn't realized just how aroused he
had gotten her. When she actually came into the room he was
shocked.
Anne didn't hesitate. She moved directly to his bed and sat
down. Putting her hand over his, she held them both still.
"Tommy, tell me about the older woman you are attracted to."
"Oh, Mom, I don't think I should. I don't want you to hate me."
"Now how could I hate you. You're my son and I will always
love you.
"Any way you want me to," she added.
Tommy didn't miss that last sentence, but he decided not to
respond to it just yet. He wanted her to make a more overt
move. "Mom, there are some things a boy just isn't supposed to
want."
Anne was thrilled. It was her; she was sure. She leaned over
and kissed him on the lips, sliding her tongue across his teeth.
"Tell me Tommy," she whispered, "are you the sort of boy who
wants a girl 'just like the girl who married dear old dad'?"
Tommy looked directly into her eyes. "Not like the girl, Mom,"
he said. "I want THE girl."
"If you could have her," Anne asked, "how far would it go?"
"All the way, Mom. You and me, husband and wife, babies; all
of it."
"They say the children of people who commit incest are
backwards or deformed," Anne replied.
"I don't intend to 'commit' anything, Mom. People 'commit'
crimes and I can't believe that loving you would be a crime.
Those rules are for the common herd. We're above that."
Anne slipped off her robe and climbed into his bed. "I should
be ovulating in a week. You have until then to convince me
it'll be okay, otherwise no sex during my fertile time.
"As for tonight, I'll think of this as my second honeymoon, and
I will take a chance with you, my perfect mate."
Anne kissed her son, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth,
while she began to fondle his cock. It was a good size she
thought. Not to large and not too small, it was like Baby Bear's
bed, just right!
Meantime, Tommy was squeezing his mother's breasts and rubbing
her nipples while he enjoyed her tongue in his mouth. He played
swords with her tongue, finally forcing it back to her mouth.
His tongue followed and as he explored her mouth he was claiming
a victory.
Soon Tommy slid down the bed just enough to get her nipples
into his mouth. For the first time in fifteen years he was
suckling at his mother's tit. Anne loved the feeling as he
licked the stiff nubbins, then tugged on them with his teeth.
"Oh, yessssss, baby boy. Suck out Mommy's milk. You always
loved my milk when you were a baby. Do you want Mommy's milk
again?"
Tommy raised his head, "Yeah, Mom! I'll suck one titty while
our baby drinks from the other."
Now Ann began to get into the idea of breeding with her own son.
"What if I have twins, huh, baby? What will you do if I need
both titties for our babies?"
"I'll suck what's left, Mom. And you won't always be having
twins. I'll get my milk."
Anne's cunt was hot and wet already, but the talk of babies
with her son was making a wild woman of her. Tommy could feel
the lube from his mom's pussy on his stomach; not dripping, but
flowing like she was peeing on him.
But he was at something of a loss as to what to do next. He
talked a studly talk, but in fact Tommy was a virgin. He was
glad that his mother was going to be his first, but wasn't sure
if he should tell her how inexperienced he was.
Anne looked down at her son as he sucked her tits. It was
wonderful, but she wanted so much more. "What does my baby want
to do now? Is it time to fuck Mommy yet?"
Tommy was suddenly afraid, not quite ready to cross that line
he had an inspiration.
"Mom, could you...uh...I mean, would you...," Tommy licked his
lips, "uh...could I stick it in....uh...in your mouth,"
Tommy pulled back slightly, half expecting him mother to slap
him silly at such an obscene suggestion. In fact, Anne felt a
strong spasm in her pussy and she got even wetter if that was
possible.
"Ooohhhh, Mommy has a nasty little boy. You want to stick your
nasty old peepee in your mommy's mouth. Is baby going to go
peepee in Mommy's mouth?"
"NO! Mom I would never do that!"
Meantime, Anne had moved down to Tommy's groin and began
licking his stiff cock. "Oh, then baby must want Mommy to eat
his nasty, smelly cum. Is that what you want? To squirt spermy
cum into Mommy's mouth?"
"Oh, yeah, Mom! That's what I want."
Anne grinned lasciviously, "But if Mommy eats all of baby's
sperm, how will she get more babies? You said I could have your
babies."
The teasing had become too much for Tommy. He pushed Anne's
mouth down on his cock. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll make plenty of
sperm for you to get pregnant with. When your egg is ready,
I'll give you enough sperm to make a billion babies."
Anne began to bob her head up and down on his cock, but it was
already more than Tommy could take, just to have his cock in his
mother's mouth while they talked of the children to come. In
less than a minute Anne felt the first spasm from Tommy's balls
and tasted his cum for the first time. She swallowed quickly,
keeping ahead of the pulsing semen.
Anne was astonished when her own orgasm swept through her body.
She had never come from sucking a cock before. She realized it
was the taboo that had made her so hot. She was committing
incest and she might go even further.
Tommy lay against his mother, spent. God that felt good.
Could anything, even fucking, feel better? Then he smiled to
himself. His mom would never get pregnant from eating his cum.
Fucking was definitely next on the agenda.
Tommy slowly moved his hand between Anne's legs to find her
pussy. Her kinky pubic hair was wet and matted and he slipped a
finger into the slit.
Anne groaned as her son touched her pussy for the first time.
She began to stroke his cock, feeling it twitch as it began to
harden again. "Put your finger inside, baby. Mommy wants you
to finger her cunt before you fuck her.
"How do you want to do it, baby? Should I get on top? Or do
you want to do it doggie? I bet even plain old missionary would
be great with you. Would you like it that way? Do you want to
climb on top of Mommy and show her whose she is?"
Tommy hung his head slightly, "I don't know. I've never done
it before. What's your favorite?"
Anne shook her head. "No, baby. If you're going to be my
husband/baby, you have to pick."
Tommy, gulped. "Okay, which one is best for getting you
pregnant?"
Anne smiled at him. "If the timing is right, any of them will
work." Then she lay back and spread her legs, bending her
knees. "Let's do missionary tonight. It's kind of traditional."
Tommy got on her. "Put me in, Mom. And tell me what you want
me to do."
Anne put her hand around his cock and moved it to her opening.
"I want you to fuck me, son. I want my baby boy to get as much
of himself back inside me as possible. I want to come inside my
pussy. "
"And a baby, Mom. Do you want my baby?"
Anne looked at him and giggled. "I'm not really sure. But I
won't go on the pill unless you tell me to, and I won't ask you
to wear a rubber, and I'll never tell you it's not a good time
to fuck. So, I'd better start looking for maternity clothes.
Because unless you decide you don't like being a motherfucker,
I'm going to have my son's baby."
With that Anne thrust her hips up and forward, pushing Tommy's
cock into her. "Now do it, son. Fuck your mother and put your
baby in her."
Tommy began to move in his mother. There was no resistance.
In fact, she was so slick that he knew that this would be a long
and satisfying fuck for the both of them. And Tommy did want to
please his mother. He wanted her to come back every night,
willingly.
Anne was pleased. Tommy was not experienced, but he was hard
and enthusiastic. She began whispering instructions and Tommy
varied his strokes; slow and long, short and fast, corkscrews,
what ever she wanted, when she wanted. He was a very
considerate lover. Anne was having small orgasms almost
continually.
Tommy was carefully storing his mother's suggestions in his
memory. One of the reasons he was glad to be fucking her first
was so he could learn. He wanted Beth to like it when he fucked
her.
After about twenty minutes Tommy began to want to come. It was
pleasant to be fucking his mother like this, but he wanted to
experience the ultimate, coming in his mother's cunt. "I want
to come, Mom," he whispered. "Would that be okay?"
"Sure, baby. Here, let Mommy help you get off."
Anne was also ready for "the big one". So far she had been
fairly passive during the fuck. She had directed Tommy's
movements and she had moved her hips in rhythm with his, but she
hadn't brought her inner muscles into the game. Now her cunt
began to clutch and squeeze Tommy's cock.
"Do you like that, baby? Do you like Mommy's snapping pussy?"
"Oh, yeah, Mom. Do it to me."
The added stimulation was all Tommy needed. He began stroking
into her, short, hard, fast. As her pussy grabbed his cock and
threatened to pull it off his orgasm hit. And as promised he
flooded his mother's cunt with billions (well, millions anyway)
of sperm.
Anne knew he was coming and it put her over the top. Her cunt
muscles clamped down on her son's cock and her womb throbbed and
opened for his sperm.
As the two lovers lay together afterwards their thoughts were
driving to a similar conclusion.
Tommy realized that he was rapidly losing interest in Beth. If
they ever had a sexual relationship it would be purely physical,
but for love and support he would look to Anne. As far as he
was concerned, she was his wife.
Anne was thinking much the same thing. She knew she was now
mated to her son; mated for life. She also knew that she had to
make a decision. Had she meant what she had said during their
foreplay? Was she willing to bear his children? His sperm was
now swimming around in her womb, looking for eggs to fertilize.
And tomorrow night he would put more in her, and night after
night she hoped for the rest of her life. She imagined how his
face would light up and how his chest would swell with pride
when she told him she was pregnant. Anne knew she would gladly
die to make her son that happy and so she accepted her role as
the mother of his children.
Neither of them were aware of the video camera John had hidden
in his son's closet.
Chapter Four - King Takes Pawn; John and Angela
As John reviewed the tape of last night's festivities he was
pleased. Anne was now committing incest with her son and she
seemed to be willing to have his babies. There was no way she
would be able to interfere when he went after their daughters.
Since the point was to reproduce with his kids, he would start
with Angela. She was the oldest and most fertile. And she was
a knock out.
Like her brother, Angela had figured out the point of their
father's theories of genetics. She was of a more scientific
bent than her brother, however, and she had done some research
on her own. It didn't take her long to discover that most, in
fact probably all, geneticist in the world would have regarded
her father's idea as ridiculous. Still, she knew it mattered to
her father so she continued her research, this time looking for
data on the effects of inbreeding.
It was hard to find anything concrete on the subject. So many
anecdotes, so little study.
"So," she said to herself, "tough luck Tommy. I won't be
fucking you."
Frankly, Angela was not turned on by her brother. He was good
looking enough, but she regarded him mostly as just another
jock. Too much cock, too little brain.
She hoped her father would not be too disappointed when she
refused to go along with his plans.
"Now if it was Daddy," she thought, "I might reconsider."
Angela feelings about her father were almost instinctive.
There was no doubt that John was the alpha male in the Conners
pack. He was the strongest, the one who provided for them all.
He could take care of her and her baby, while Tommy could do so
only if John provided the money.
She was an easy target for her father.
John began to court Angela as he had once done her mother. He
spent time with her, listened to the music she liked, went to
movies she picked and gave her gifts constantly. Not lavish
gifts, but ones he knew would impress her.
He took it slowly on the physical side. For weeks he did
nothing that could be considered sexual with her. Then he began
to dance with her in the evenings, while her music played. It
was always a slow dance with John holding her body close to him,
but not tightly. He would gently stroke her back. Occasionally
he would "accidentally" touch her butt, paying careful attention
to her reactions to see if she was ready for more.
Angela loved the dancing. She was intrigued by the way her
body was responding to the rhythms of the music and the swaying
of their bodies. She giggled inwardly at the way her father
would pull his hand away from her ass as soon as he saw she was
aware of it being there. She thought it was cute, that her
father was embarrassed. She would sometimes lean into his body
so she could rub her young breasts on his chest . It excited
her and the look on her fathers face when he felt her do it was
thrilling.
It was fun to practice her sexual wiles on a male who was
totally safe.
John let her play her little games. It was getting her excited
and that was what he wanted. And as she got bolder, he did as
well. One night, after she had pulled her titty rub routine, he
slipped his hands down to her hips and pulled her pelvis into
his. For perhaps half a minute he had rubbed his crotch against
hers, letting her feel his stiff cock. Then he let her go and
they went back to dancing.
She hadn't screamed or ran away or resisted when he dry humped
her. John was ready now for the next step.
When Angela came home from school next afternoon she found a
note from her father. He had made reservations at a hot jazz
club just over the state line and he had bought her a new dress
for the show. Opening the box she found a really hot dress; it
was red, short, tight, and had a plunging vee neckline.
Angela was sure that her dad was just a doting father who
enjoyed showing off his little girl, and she felt a little bit
sorry for teasing him. Still, she had just the underwear for
this dress; flimsy black lace panties, dark mesh stockings and
no bra.
After she showered she slipped on the dress and went to find
her dad. He was in the study, going over some papers.
John looked up as Angela came into the study and was
thunderstruck. He had picked the dress because he wanted Angela
to look good and feel sexy, but he had been unprepared for the
reality. The upper part of the dress clung to her breasts like
it had been painted on. The lower portion was so short that it
barely passed her crotch. When she sat he knew he would be able
to look up to her groin. God, he hoped she wasn't wearing
panties.
Angela sat down in the easy chair across from her father and
leaned back slightly. When John looked up the short skirt and
saw her panties, he decided that it was okay that she was
wearing underpants. It left something for later that evening;
he was going to love peeling those little lace panties down her
legs.
"So when do we leave for the club, Daddy?"
"Well," John replied, "we can go anytime you like. Just let me
go get my 'tomcatting' clothes on. One of us should be fully
dressed."
"Hey, Old Man," she giggled, "you picked it."
"Yeah, and I did a great job. Be back in a minute."
It was about twenty minutes before John returned. Now it was
Angela's who was being turned on by her partner's look. He was
wearing a tight black T-shirt and dark trousers that showed off
his body to the best effect. John had maintained a strict
exercise program that gave him a trim, wedge shaped body.
Exactly the body shape that made human females think of breeding.
She felt her pussy moisten for him and her breathing was
suddenly fast and shallow. She was more than half-way to
picking her father as her mate.
And the time was right. She was young and her periods were
still somewhat erratic, but even as she was looking at her
father in a whole new sexual light, her ovary was releasing an
egg. Her body was now ready for reproduction and her mind was
ready to do it with her own father.
Normally John used a solid Volvo for family outings, but
tonight he and Angela climbed into his '69 'Vette and headed for
the club.
John had decided to take the old mountain road. It twisted and
turned like the road gang had been following a snake, but the
views were spectacular. And besides, he wanted to shown off.
John was gripped in an adrenaline rush and he drove the
twisting back road like a WWI fighter ace in a dogfight. Angela
would normally have been screaming and begging him to slow down,
but she was too hot. She was reveling in her father's display
of his prowess. Instinctively she recognized it as a mating
dance and she was ready join it.
When they got to the club they were both aroused, but neither
was ready to consummate their unspoken union. The build up was
just so damn much fun.
The doorman let them in without comment or asking any
questions. That was not strange; Angela didn't know it, but her
father owned this club. That way he was sure there would be no
questions about his date. Angela was doing her best to look
grown-up, still it was obvious that she was underage, but John's
well paid staff wouldn't notice.
John and Angela kept themselves at simmer all evening. The
combo was hot that night and the music was cool. The
near-lovers danced and teased each other, neither saying what
they were feeling. John let Angela have a few mild drinks, just
enough to keep her loose and let her feel daring and naughty at
flaunting the liquor laws. At one point he had planned on
getting her drunk tonight, but now he was sure it was
unnecessary. In fact, he figured it would ruin his fun if she
were too plastered to resist him. Originally he had simply
wanted to knock her up, but now he wanted her to be an active
participant.
The first overt moves were made out of each other's sight.
Angela had gone to "powder her nose". While in the toilet she
removed her panties, which were now soaked with her lube, and
shoved them into her purse. Her father wouldn't get to peel
down her panties, but when the time came he wouldn't mind.
Meanwhile, John had used the opportunity to make a phone call.
There was a small motel on the old road. The owner owed John a
few favors and a lot of money. He and the late Jane Sullivan
had used it on occasion.
"Paul, this is John. Which cabins are free?
"Okay, I want number 8, the one farthest from the road. Make
sure the linens have been changed, and put fresh towels in the
bathroom.
"I won't be checking in or anything, just have the door
unlocked and leave the key in the room.
"Yeah, it's something like that.
"Two hundred for the night!" He saw Angela emerge from the
bathroom and price was no longer an object. "Okay, I'll be
there in about an hour."
They danced once more and then without words returned to the
car. John drove slower this time, and Angela moved over to lay
her head on her father's shoulder.
Even in the open car John could smell her. She had a light
odor, half youth, half woman in heat.
"It's getting a little late," he said, "and I don't want to be
driving my best girl on these roads if I'm tired. There's a
little motel about forty miles up the road. We'll stop there."
Angela snuggled up closer to her father. "Anything you say,
Dad." Then she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear,
"Anything, you say."
An hour later they pulled into the motel and John drove
directly to cabin #8. As he had instructed the door was
unlocked and the key lay on the bed. Angela was not a fool and
she realized that skipping the normal checking procedure meant
her father had set this up in advance. But that was good, it
meant he was as horny as she was.
John sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand out to
Angela. She took it and he gently pulled her to him. As she
sat on his lap, so much like the little girl she had once been,
he leaned down and kissed her, softly.
It was so gentle and loving a kiss that Angela fell in love
with her father at that moment. Her lips parted to accept his
tongue and he slid it in, still gently and slowly. Roughness
wasn't what she wanted from him and he had good sense to know it.
They had been kissing for several minutes when John slid his
hand into the front of her dress. He stroked her breasts softly
and slowly, then began easing the top down to bare her lovely
tits. He looked down at her bosom. Each tit was a generous
handful, capped with very stiff nipples, dark, almost black,
with tiny areola. He bent down and began to lick and suck the
nipples, and to nip them lightly.
Angela's nipples were seemingly made for just such toothy
action and she gasped and arched her back every time her father
bit down. "Oh, Daddy! Do it some more, it feels so good!"
John began to move his hand up under her skirt. He was
surprised that when he expected to touch her lace panties, all
he felt was pussy hair. He raised his head and smirked at his
daughter. "Didn't you mother tell you you're supposed to wear
panties?"
"I didn't want anything to get in the way. I would have taken
off the dress if we had been alone sooner."
John moved his fingers down while he continued to suck her
tits. He found the wet slit, then her hole. Her hymen was
intact, his baby was a virgin and he was going to be first. He
began to fingerfuck her slowly, bringing more moans from his
daughter.
"Do you like that, Honey? Do you want Daddy to keep doing
this?"
"Oh, Daddy, it is good. I like it even more than when you suck
my titty."
John smirked again. "Well, I guess that means you don't want
me to suck your tits anymore, so I'll stop."
"Don't you dare," she giggled, sure her father was playing. "I
figure a successful and accomplished man like you should be able
to do both."
John began tugging the teens tight skirt up to reveal her wet
pussy. He then lay her back on the bed, knelt between her legs
and sniffed her ripe pussy. "I'll still use both my mouth and
my hands on you, baby girl," he said, "I was just thinking of
changing their locations."
With that he dipped his head to her cunt slit and began to lick
her lower lips, while his hands moved up her body to find her
firm young tits. As his tongue separated the lips and began to
look for her clit, his hands squeezed her breasts and he rubbed
her nipples with his thumbs.
Angela began to wiggle on the bed, hardly able to believe the
sensations running through her body. So this was sex. It was
so great, no wonder the preachers hated it. Who needed some
narrow minded priest to get you to heaven when your own father's
hands, tongue, and soon his cock, would take you there so much
faster.
John was a master pussy licker and it wasn't long before Angela
had her first orgasm of the night. Soon they were coming in
waves, a couple of minutes apart. Like the contractions when a
baby is being born, John thought. An with that thought he
decided it was time to fuck his daughter.
John quickly pulled unbuckled his pants and shoved them down to
his ankles, while Angela tugged the T-shirt over his head.
Angela ran her fingers over her father's firm chest, then
reached down to touch the first erect cock she had ever seen.
She rubbed the circumcised head with her palm.
"Oh, Daddy, it's so big and hard and hot. Will it hurt me?"
John kissed her lightly, "You made it the way it is, Honey. I
promise not to hurt you anymore than I have to, but it will
sting when I bust your cherry."
He pushed her back on the bed and placed his cock head at the
mouth of her young pussy. Before he entered her, however, he
wanted to play with her head just a little bit. "I don't have a
rubber, Angela, and since I pay the medical bills, I know you're
not on the pill. So, when I fuck you, you know I might get you
pregnant."
Angela pulled her body up against his chest and whispered,
"Isn't that why we're here?"
She knew! Knew and didn't mind!
It was too much for John, he had to take her now. He shoved
his cock into the fourteen-year-old's pussy as hard as he had
ever done to any woman. Angela barely had time to react to his
entry, before he crashed through her hymen, and even before the
pain could register, his cock was touching her cervix.
"GOD!! YOU ARE SO TIGHT, BABY!"
John's bellow was enough to wake the dead. Angela responded
with a groan.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, that hurt. Make the hurt stop," she whimpered
like she had when she scraped her knees as a child. "Make the
hurt stop."
John came to his senses then. He didn't want to hurt her, he
wanted her to love sex like her mother did. That way she would
come back for more and he could have the perfect incest babies
he wanted.
"I'm sorry, Honey. You made Daddy so hot he just forgot you
were such a little girl. I'll make it better, I promise."
John began to make love to his daughter then, determined to
make her come so many times that she would forget the pain. He
kissed her softly, the way she liked. He stroked her breasts,
pinching the nipples so slightly all she felt was a wondrous
pressure. He used every cock stroke he had learned in twenty
years of successful fucking to bring his little girl pleasure.
When he put his mind to, John Conners was a fantastic lover and
the little virgin beneath him was getting the full treatment.
Angela turned her face to the mirror on the dresser. In it she
saw her father and herself locked in an incestuous embrace. She
found the view enormously arousing. Johns pants were still
bunched around his ankles and his shoes were still on, while her
red dress had been pushed down below her breasts and up above
her pussy, leaving her middle covered. The legs she had just
thrown around her father's waist still wore the thigh high
stockings she put on this evening and she still had her high
heels on. Anyone seeing them would know at once that this was a
couple that could not wait to fuck. They had been too hot even
to undress properly. It was a very sexy image.
And as the pain faded to a dull ache, Angela did begin to
respond. "Oh, you did it, Daddy! You made the pain go away!
Keep fucking me, Daddy, make me your woman!"
John did keep on fucking her. A good twenty minutes at least
he fucked the young girl and gave her at least three cums before
the pressure got to him.
"Daddy's going to come, Honey. I'm gonna shoot baby stuff into
you. Are you ready for my sperm, Honey?"
"Yeah, Daddy! Fill me up, come in me. You can come in me
forever!"
That was all he needed. John Conners had the most satisfying
orgasm of his life. It was not the physical sensations that
made it so good, although it did feel fantastic. It was the
psychological aspects. He was fucking a young girl, making her
come, ignoring the laws regarding age and incest; John was
asserting his superiority over the herd who obeyed laws that
interfered with their pleasure. He was a king, a god.
Angela was also coming again, although for her it was mostly
physical. She loved being fucked by her daddy, but her mental
thrills were overcome by the orgasms she was having. John had
been fucking for twenty years and was used to coming. For her,
it was a marvelous new feeling.
As the incestuous lovers slowly came back to earth and rolled
apart, each was already eager to do it again. Only the physical
limitations of John's cock kept them from starting over right
then.
"Oh, Daddy, that was so fantastic. Will it always be that
good?"
John smiled at his new little lover. "It will always be good,
baby girl, and in some ways the fucking part will get better.
But this was our first time together, so it will never be
exactly like that again."
"Well, as long the fucking is going to get better," she said,
"I don't mind losing the newness.
"Daddy? Are you going to teach me to suck a cock?"
John's member twitched at her question. It wanted into the
little teen's mouth, very much so. But John's mind had other
priorities. "Yes, Honey, I will. But not for a little while.
I really want to stick to fucking for a while."
"Until I get pregnant, you mean?"
"Well, yes, Honey, I guess that is what I mean."
Angela giggled, "Well in that case, I can wait. Have you ever
had your cock sucked by a pregnant fourteen-year-old before,
Daddy?"
John's cock now sprang to full hardness. "No, but I'm sure
I'll love it." He turned his daughter over. "Now get up on
your hands and knees, Angela. They call this 'doggie style'.
Some people say it lets the sperm get into your womb easier."
With that, John slid his cock back into Angela's pussy. "I
wonder how many time I can fuck you tonight, Honey."
"I hope you do it a lot, Daddy!"
When Angela awoke the next morning the first thing she did was
look at the clock by the motel's cheap TV. Hmm, eight a.m.
That meant it had been three hours since her Daddy had last
fucked her. Angela wasn't sure she wanted to go that long
between fucks ever again. She nudged her sleeping father with
her foot and purred, "Ohhh, Daddy..."
John groaned playfully. "I've created a monster."
That was not all he had created. Though neither of them knew
it yet, sometime during the night one of John's sperm had made
its way to the egg Angela's ovaries had released, and already
Angela's new little brother was growing in her body.
Chapter Five - Two Months Later
Beth thought things were really getting strange in the Conners
household.
For one thing Tommy Conners had lost all interest in her. And
it looked very much like he was sleeping with his MOTHER!
For another, Angela was no longer willing to spend time with
her. It seemed the older girl's interests were changing to
match her father's. That was another relationship that needed
looking into.
Finally, and most disturbing of all, was how Beth was feeling
herself.
She didn't care that Tommy Conners was not pursuing her any
longer. Instead, she was very happy to spending a lot of time
with Sharon. And Beth was disturbed by the way she had begun to
look forward to her time with Sharon.
Of course, Beth was entirely correct about Tommy and his mom.
In fact, Tommy had lost all interest in other women or girls,
and as far as he was concerned his father's breeding scheme
could go fuck itself. He was perfectly content to fuck his
mother.
"Anne, I'm home," he called. He and his mother were very much
on a first name basis, as was proper for lovers. It was only in
bed that they both insisted on saying 'son' and 'mother'.
Anne came down the stairs wearing her house coat, unbuttoned
and barely belted. Anyone could see that she was naked under it.
She didn't care. After the first week of sneaking around she
and Tommy had just decided that they wouldn't hide their love.
If anyone objected, fuck 'em. They openly kissed and fondled
each other, and Tommy didn't bother to even pretend that he used
his bedroom for anything other than storage.
Now Anne grabbed her son/lover and slid her tongue into his
mouth. "Oh, I've missed you so much, Honey. Did you have a
good time at school, surrounded by all that tight teenage pussy?"
"Didn't notice, 'em. I've got everything I want right here."
Then Tommy surprised his mother. Her barely covered nakedness
and the kiss she laid on him as soon as she could get to him
were both obvious invitations to come upstairs and fuck.
Instead, he led her into the library where their love affair had
really began with Tommy reading to his mother. He sat her on
the same couch and then took her left hand.
"Ouch!" Anne yelped. Tommy had suddenly, and violently, pulled
her engagement and wedding rings off her finger. He stared at
the small rings in the palm of hand for a moment and then threw
them into the fireplace. "He was never good enough for you,
Mom. I hate seeing his markers on you."
Tommy took another ring out of his pocket. "It's real
important to me that you know that I bought this with my own
money. The inheritance I got from Aunt Jenny a couple of years
ago. He had nothing to do with this."
Tommy knelt before his mother, "Anne, will you marry me?" He
saw the joy in her eyes, then the bewilderment.
"Tommy, how...?"
"I know we can't have a legal type ceremony and marriage, Anne,
but there is the crazy old backwoods preacher about an hour
south of town. Leroy Johnson, my tight end, told me about him.
It's one of those hellfire-and-brimstone churches, but this
preacher will do a wedding for anybody, no questions asked and
no license required for about twenty bucks. Leroy had him do a
ceremony for him last year when he was trying to get into one of
the cheerleader's panties.
"The point is, I want you to know that I love you and I want to
spend my whole life with you."
Anne extended her left hand. "Yes, Tommy, I will marry you."
Tommy hopped up a very happy boy. "Great. Go get dressed. We
can be at the church in about an hour, and then I have plans for
our honeymoon."
And so it was that just under ninety minutes later the pair of
family lovers stood before an elderly, but spry, preacher man
preparing to exchange their vows. Anne had given him her maiden
name of Johnson for his church registrar. She felt entitled to
do so; the moment Tommy had thrown his father's rings into the
fireplace Anne considered her marriage to John Conners as over
and done with.
The preacher had provided the witnesses. Two of his
granddaughters, both about thirteen years old, and both clearly
pregnant. When Anne and Tommy noticed how the girls looked at
the preacher, and noticed that they called him 'daddy', the
began to relax. They suspected that if the preacher knew of
their relationship, he wouldn't say anything.
Actually, they were wrong about the preacher and his
granddaughters. He suspected they were messing around with
their brothers and now would have to pay the price for it, but
he hadn't touched a woman since his sister had died two years
ago. But he had guessed that he was marrying a woman to her own
son.
That was all right with him. At least they were making a
commitment to each other.
After the short ceremony Tommy and Anne drove to a cabin John
had bought for family vacations years before. It was a long
drive and it was very late when they arrived. "I want to have
our honeymoon here, Mom. I've love this place and he almost
never comes here anymore. I want to watch the sun coming up,
holding your naked body in my arms, my cock in your pussy, my
cum in your womb."
Anne smiled at her son. "It's a lovely picture, Tommy. But do
we need a honeymoon? It's not like we're going to do anything
we haven't done before."
"Maybe, Mom. But this will be the first time that I do it as
your husband."
Anne was wrong. They would do two new things that night.
Since Tommy had loved her enough to marry her, she decided to
let him fuck her ass. Tommy enjoyed the tightness of his mother
butt, but he was a man of simple tastes and he preferred fucking
her cunt.
And when he fucked her cunt that night something else happened
that hadn't before. Maybe Anne's body had been waiting for
proof of Tommy's commitment to his mother, or maybe it was just
chance, but the first time that Tommy Conners fucked his mother
as his wife, their first child was conceived.
Angela was also having a busy time. She and Tommy had become
closer once they started fucking their parents. It was a
delicious, naughty secret they could share. When Tommy had told
her of his plan to marry their mother tonight Angela realized
that she and her dad could spend the whole night together in
safety if she got the other girls out of the house. With a
quick phone call she arranged for Debby to sleepover with a
friend. She was more careful with Sharon and Beth, they were
old enough to suspect what was going on. She was delighted to
hear that they had planned a night of camping in the nearby
hills.
Angela and her father were more circumspect than Anne and
Tommy, still they were fucking everyday. And John had let her
suck his cock until he filled her throat with his cum. Her ass
cherry was also a thing of the past.
Angela was happy to be her father's little fuck toy, but one
thing did bother her. She had thought her periods were settling
down, becoming predictable. But she hadn't had one since before
her first fuck. Could it be?
She reached into the bag and took out the home pregnancy test
she had bought earlier in a mall thirty miles from Harmony
Falls. It had been a long planned shopping spree with some
friends from school. She had managed to slip away from them
long enough find a drug store and make her purchase. "For my
mother." she had said when she noticed the expression on the
clerks face.
Later she and her friends had visited a popular newsstand to
buy movie and fashion magazines. Angela had managed to slip a
couple of maternity magazines in amongst her purchases, but with
her friends near by she just had to endure the look the sales
clerk gave her this time.
Now, she read the instructions on the test kit and grimaced.
Playing around with urine was not one of her favorite things.
But, she had better be sure before she suggested to her father
that a doctor's visit was in order.
As she sat waiting for the test results she thumbed through one
of the magazines she had bought. It had a number of articles
for expectant mother's. She began to read one on breast feeding
and as she scanned the article she asked herself, "I wonder if
Daddy will want me to nurse the baby?" The question was so
natural that she suddenly realized that she had just wasted her
money on the pregnancy test. She knew she was carrying a child.
"Oh, well," she thought, "it will be a fun way to show Daddy
that we did it."
An hour later John came home and Angela called him to her room.
When he entered he was greeted by the glorious sight of his
naked daughter. He had often seen her this way in the last two
months. Next he knew she would extend her arms to welcome him
back into her bed and her body.
He was surprised therefore when she at first only put out one
arm, with a box in. He took the box, looked at it. It was the
pregnancy kit; his heart began to race as she extended her other
hand, this one holding the test stick.
"Do you want the baby to call you Daddy, or Grandpa?" she asked.
John took his daughter in his arms and kissed, for once, with
love. "I don't care. As long as you are happy it can call me a
monkey's uncle," he laughed.
Angela smiled. "Okay, Daddy. Now this next question is very
important. Do you like fucking pregnant girls?"
Now John smiled, "I never fucked a pregnant woman before,
Honey. At least, not one who knew she was pregnant. I guess
I've got another six or seven months to decide how much I like
it."
As he slid his cock into the still tight pussy, he felt an
unparalleled thrill to know he fucking his now pregnant
daughter. Of course, she had actually been pregnant for some
time and there were as yet no visible signs of her condition,
but his knowledge made it very different. Her breasts were the
same size as they had been last night, but in his mind they were
now fuller and the nipples seemed somewhat darker. Her belly
was just as flat as it had always been, but his eyes insisted
that there was a bulge, just above her pubic hair, that hadn't
been there last night.
Angela was not unaffected by the knowledge. She too thought
she could detect changes in her breasts. An itching behind the
nipples which seem much longer tonight. "Oh, Daddy, suck my
titties. They itch for a mouth. Please suck me!"
John quickly closed his lips over her left breasts and drew
powerfully. How would they taste, he wondered, when she began
to give milk.
And he was not the only one with such thoughts.
"Suck my titty, Daddy. Will you suck my milky titties, too,
Daddy? Will you share my milk with our baby? I want to nurse
the baby, Daddy. I want to feed it out of my own body."
John had a sudden image of his daughter nursing a child, while
he sucked at the other breast, milk running down his chin to
splash on her swollen, pregnant belly. He pulled his mouth off
her tit long enough to ask, " Will you give me more babies,
Angela? Will you be Daddy's little baby machine?"
"Oh, YES! I want to have lots of babies for my husband.
You'll be my husband won't you, Daddy?"
"Oh, yeah, lots of babies, yeah!" John had only heard the
first part of Angela's statement, but she was so wrapped up in
her orgasm that she didn't notice.
John was fucking his daughter faster now. He loved the
snugness of her pussy; he hoped the baby wouldn't stretch it too
much. He wanted her to be tight when he got her pregnant again
next year.
Soon, perhaps too soon, John erupted in a fantastic orgasm,
flooding his daughter's pussy with cum. And Angela too, felt
her world rock as she felt the cum fill her cunt. She had a
terribly naughty vision of her unborn child swimming in its
father's semen.
As he lay recovering from one the great fucks of all time, John
noticed his cum flowing out of Angela's pregnant pussy. "What a
waste. She's already knocked up. I should have saved that
load for Beth or Sharon."
"What did you say, Daddy?" Angela was worried, she hadn't
heard everything her father had said, but what the hell was he
doing thinking of other girls at a time like this?
John covered quickly. "I was just wondering what we're going
to tell Beth and Sharon. They'll going to be very curious and
probably more than a little jealous."
"Oh, yeah," Angela said. "I've been thinking about it too.
You know how obvious Mom and Tommy have been. They act just
like an old married couple already and I think we should too.
"Daddy, I want to move into your bedroom. After all, a wife
should sleep with her husband."
John grinned, "But, I'm not your husband. I'm your father, the
father of your baby, and of you future babies. But you should
know, Honey, I intend to be the father of Sharon's, Debbie's and
even Beth's babies since Tommy has decided he doesn't want her."
He saw the look of consternation on Angela's face. "Don't
worry, Honey, I'll still fuck you and get you pregnant. But,
just think of your poor sisters without a proper mate."
John rose from the bed and gathering his clothes prepared to
leave. He heard Angela get out of bed and call to him.
"Daddy, just a minute."
John gave an exasperated sigh. First Jane gets obstinate, now
Angela. Why couldn't the cunts just take what he was willing to
give them? Why did they have to get so emotional about things?
John turned to his daughter. She was an arousing sight. Her
hair wild from their fucking, his cum dripping down her thighs
towards her dainty feet.
Suddenly her right front was moving upward, frighteningly fast.
John had barely begun to protect himself when Angela instep
slammed into his balls. He crumpled to the floor trying to
breath while massive pain washed through his body. My God! Had
she castrated him with that blow. Shit, that hurts, he thought.
"You miserable piece-of-shit! You cocksucking asshole! I hope
you enjoyed that fuck because if you ever try to touch me again,
I swear I'll gut you. NOW GET OUT!"
John could barely understand the words, but the venom of her
tone was registering. Still naked, he began to drag himself out
of her room.
Once John was gone Angela threw herself back on the bed and
wept. Massive sobs racked her body as the love she had felt for
her father turned rapidly into the deepest hate. He had just
used her, he had not loved her, ever.
Well he could forget getting a bastard from her. She had
money. She'd get an abortion. She'd rip the little shit out of
her body.
But even as she thought it, her hand slid over her womb. It
was way too early for her belly to show or for her to feel her
child move or kick, still she knew it was there. "I'm sorry,
little baby," she whispered. "Mommy didn't mean it. It's not
your fault. Mommy loves you and will take care of you."
She started top plan. She would have the baby, she would make
her father pay every bill, she would force him to give her one
hell of a lot of money to care for their child, and then she and
the baby would leave and never see the asshole again.
Chapter Six - Beth and Sharon
Although he didn't know it, John Conners was about to suffer
more disappointments. Less painful perhaps, but no less
disheartening.
Sharon Conners had been very bored by her father's lectures.
To her they simply didn't matter since she had decided years ago
that no male was ever going to do anything like 'that' to her.
She had heard older girls talking about their boyfriends and
sex. Unable to believe what she was hearing she had swiped one
of her father's porno tapes. She thought what the cast was
doing was both disgusting and silly.
She didn't hate boys, they just didn't turn her on.
Sharon did like some girls very much, especially Beth Sullivan.
She had always felt a kinship with the blond beauty. She
thought Beth was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen,
plus she was smart and fun.
Beth was less adamant in her feelings about boys. If the right
boy had come along she would have been more than willing to
spread her legs. For a while she had thought Tommy Conners was
that boy, but as he had become more and more involved with his
mother Beth had lost interest in him. They would be friends,
she thought, but not lovers.
And her friendship with Angela had been lost when the older
girl had started sleeping with her father.
Thank God Sharon was still her friend.
As he promised John Conners had hired a riding instructor for
Beth and she had become a fine horsewoman. She and Sharon often
rode after school and on weekends, exploring the country around
the Conners home. Today they were riding to a cave they had
discovered the week before. They had decided to do a little
exploring, and then they would camp in the cave. They had
sleeping bags, a good cold supper and flashlights. It was going
to be fun.
Arriving at the cave they checked carefully for signs of
snakes. They were both aware that caves like this could harbor
dens full of rattlers in the winter. But the mouth of the cave
was very wide and probably too cold for reptiles. Finding
nothing to worry about, they went inside.
The cave was actually quite nice. Large enough to provide the
thrill of exploring, small enough to not get lost in. A little
way in the cave turned to the right and went slightly up hill.
When it leveled off the girls found a large dry chamber where
they made camp, tethering the horses on the other side of the
chamber.
Exploring a bit further they found the remains of an ancient
fire, with deer bones, flint arrowheads and crude pottery. They
realized that the cave had once been used by Indians as a
refuge. It excited them to know that they were probably the
first people in a couple of hundred years to see this place.
They returned to their campsite and ate supper. Tired and
ready for bed they began to talk, lying on their zipped together
sleeping bags. Sharon had an suspicion she wanted to resolve.
"Beth, did you ever meet your dad?" she asked, suddenly.
Beth was not phased by the question. She had been answering it
in one form or another since she started kindergarten. And
besides, she didn't mind when Sharon asked. "No, and before you
ask, Momma never wanted to talk about him. I'm pretty sure he's
alive and lives around here someplace."
Sharon poked a little more. "I know she never told my mother
about him, and they were best friends, like you and me. You'd
tell me anything, wouldn't you?"
"Sure."
"And I'd do the same for you. So why didn't she tell her best
friend?"
Beth wasn't really interested and she let Sharon know it.
"Look, it doesn't matter to me. I am who I am and as for my
father, hell, I don't have a father. Somebody just dumped sperm
in my mother and I happened. I don't want to hurt you, Sharon,
but looking at your family I'm just as happy not to have a
father. I mean, look at what's going on with Angela and your
dad. I'm pretty sure they're having sex."
"Hey, I am certain they're fucking," said Sharon. "My dad has
some really screwy ideas about us Conners being better than
anybody else and how we shouldn't have kids with people who
don't measure up. I'll bet he's trying to get Angela pregnant."
"SHIT!!" yelped Beth. "Are you nuts?"
"Nope," said Sharon, "but I think Daddy is. That's kinda what
got me thinking about your dad. I think Daddy brought you into
the house to marry Tommy. And the only person he would have
considered good enough for Tommy would be his sister."
"Wait a minute. What about you and Debbie and Angela? Well,
skip Angela, she's sleeping with your dad, but that still leaves
you two."
"Don't you get it," said Sharon. "What's happening with Angela
makes it obvious; Daddy wants her and me and Debbie for himself."
"Yeah, well that doesn't change anything. There's no way in
hell that your father is my father."
Sharon was suddenly afraid that she was hurting Beth, but her
curiosity was strong and she had to go on. "I'm sorry, Beth, I
don't mean to bring up unpleasant thoughts, but can I just ask a
couple of more things.
"Okay. And I'm sorry too," Beth said. Then she smiled at
Sharon and continued, "I don't want your dad for a father, but I
wouldn't mind having you for a sister."
"Alright then. First, what is your blood type?"
"HUH?"
"Remember, last year when we did that experiment in science
class and the school nurse took blood samples. They told us our
blood types. What is yours?"
Beth thought for a moment then said, "AB Negative. I remember
the nurse said it was kind of rare, but that I lucky because
there were other AB Negs in town."
"Yeah," said Sharon, "the Conners family. Daddy and all us
kids are AB Neg. Mom isn't. And it's not 'kind of rare" it's
real rare. If people in a small area have it, they are probably
related.
"And one more thing. This isn't real scientific, but I found
this in your mother's things after she, uh, well, after she,
uh..."
"Oh shit, Sharon! Say it! After she killed herself."
"Yeah, well after she died I found this. Take a look"
Sharon handed Beth an old black and white photo. Beth looked
at it, a little girl in a party frock. "Yeah, I remember that
dress. This is a picture of me when I was like four or five
years old."
"Turn it over," Sharon said quietly.
Beth looked at the back of the photo. The inscription was in
Anne Conners' handwriting and it said, "Sharon Conners, Age Four
Years, Three Months".
"Shit," Beth whispered. "Hey, this doesn't prove anything. I
mean, a lot of four and five year old girls look alike."
"Yeah," said Sharon. "But we're twelve now and we still look
enough alike to be..."
"To be sisters." Beth had finished the sentence for her and
she no longer doubted that her best friend was in fact her
sister.
"My mom told me once that your mother had a real crush on my
dad. I think he took advantage of that and you were the result."
"I hate him," Beth said through clenched teeth. "He was not
five miles away and he never said anything to me or admitted he
was my father, and now he wants me to fuck my own brother and
have babies with him. The bastard."
Sharon put her hand on Beth's shoulder. "I'm afraid that with
Tommy so wrapped up in fucking Mom, he's not interested in you.
I think Daddy is planning on you having his babies now."
"FUCK HIM!"
Sharon had to giggle, "I think it might be a better idea not
to."
Then Beth started to laugh even harder. "Yeah, I guess in the
literal meaning of the word, that would be exactly what he
wants."
Then Beth glanced at Sharon. "What about you? From what
you've been saying, once he's knocked up Angela he'll becoming
after you. Are you going to..."
"Not with him or any man." Sharon was quiet, but emphatic. "I
think I'm a dyke and I prefer it that way. If I ever want to
have kids, there are ways of getting pregnant that don't involve
the hairy and smelly set; at least, I won't have to do anything
with them."
Beth was excited. "Wow, you're lesbo! Have you ever done
anything with a girl?"
"Not yet."
"So how do you know?" Beth asked.
"Well, I don't actually know for sure, but none of the boys
I've ever seen turn me on. And when we're showering after gym,
I love looking at the other girls."
Beth looked around the cave as if she wanted to be sure that no
one was eavesdropping. "Do you look at me?" she whispered.
Sharon smiled. "All the time. You're my favorite."
Beth was even quieter. "I peek at you, too. I think I might
like some of the boys, but I know I like looking at you. I was
really afraid somebody would notice and especially afraid you
would catch me doing it."
Sharon moved closer to her sister. "Would you like to look at
me now? Nobody can see us in here."
Beth bit her lip. "Do you want to see me, too"
"Absolutely," Sharon replied. "If you're afraid, I'll go
first."
Sharon stood and began to remove her clothes. First her riding
pants dropped to the ground, then she began to unbutton her
blouse. Beth gasped as the blouse opened and she saw Sharon's
budding breasts. They were tiny, just hard little nipples
barely raised above her rib cage. Then Sharon's panties began
to travel down her legs. Her hairless pussy looked swollen and
wet . Once her legs were completely free of her pants and
panties, Sharon moved back to the sleeping bags and sat down
cross-legged, like an Indian at a pow wow. Her pussy lips were
pulled wide and Beth focused her eyes on the shiny pink flesh.
She took it all in, the dainty inner lips, the untried cunt, the
erect clit.
Beth's breathing was fast and shallow now. She wanted
desperately to do something with Sharon, but she wasn't sure
what.
Sharon saw the excitement on Beth's face and she glowed with
happiness. It was great to know that her young body could turn
on another girl so completely.
But now she wanted her treat. "It's your turn," she told her
sister.
Beth got to her feet shakily. Her fingers were stiff and numb
as she began to strip, but soon she was as naked as her sister.
Her breasts were larger than Sharon's, sweet handfuls of flesh
with hard red nipples. And on her pussy was a light dusting of
blond hair; not enough to obscure the view of her cunt, but
enough to proclaim her a woman.
Naked now, Beth also sat down, spreading her legs wide to show
her pussy to her sister. She licked her lips and said, "What do
lesbians do to each other?"
"Daddy has a lot of porno videos," Sharon said. "Mostly
they're of guys and girls together, but a few have girls only."
She uncrossed her legs and moved over to Beth. "A lot of what
the girls do with girls, is just like what the boys do. They
start by kissing."
Sharon brought her open mouth to Beth's lips and her tongue
started to push at them, trying to find a way in. Beth opened
her lips and soon she and Sharon were rubbing their tongues
together, tasting each other's mouths.
Their hands were also busy, exploring each others chests and
breasts. But for now, both were observing an unspoken 'above
the waist only' rule.
After a few minutes Sharon broke the kiss and brought her head
down to Beth's breasts. "I'm the lucky one tonight," she said.
"How so?" Beth asked.
"Well, you're tits are much larger than mine, so I've got a lot
more to suck."
And with that Sharon's lips closed on Beth's right nipple.
Sharon had studied the lesbian porno films in her father's
collection very carefully. She had wanted to be ready when she
finally got a chance with another girl, especially if it were
Beth. Now she had her chance and she was determined to do
everything she had seen with her sister. She sucked, licked and
nibbled at Beth's nipples until Beth was sure her already stiff
nibs were going to burst with pleasure.
Beth pulled Sharon off her tit and forced the redhead's body
back until her chest was arched outward, offering her tiny
breasts to Beth's mouth. "Let me try it," she said. He mouth
covered all of Sharon's baby tit, plus a good expanse of her
chest. But flat or not, she loved mouthing her sister's chest.
Now Sharon pushed Beth back until the lovely blonde was flat on
her back. "Now when they got really hot, like we are now, they
did this."
Sharon shoved Beth's legs apart, dropping the blonde's calves
on her shoulders. She looked at the open pussy in front of her,
then dipped down to lick the wet inner lips.
Beth hissed as she felt her new-found sister's tongue moving
through her pussy. Her hands moved to Sharon's head, clutching
her hair and holding her close. "My clit, Sharon, please lick
my clit!" she moaned.
Sharon smiled, "Don't worry, Sis, I will. It will just take me
a little time to get there."
Sharon kept licking her sister's pussy lips, then dropped down
to probe Beth's cunt with the tip of her tongue. She loved the
feel of the girl's pussy walls, but couldn't get very deep
because of the hymen. Hmm, she thought, we'll have to get that
out of the way. She hoped that Beth would never let a man into
this beautiful pussy, but a dildo, or even a carrot, would break
her cherry just as well. She also decided that soon as they got
home she was going to get one of her mother's dinner table
tapers and shove into her own hole. She had a feeling she was
going to want Beth's tongue as far up her cunt as it would go.
Beth was moaning and writhing under Sharon's touch. She kept
trying to push Sharon's mouth to her clit, but the redhead was
resisting. "PLEASE! SUCK MY CLIT!" she screamed, the yell
echoing off the cave walls. "Please, Sharon, I promise, I'll
lick your clit first thing. Please, baby sister, suck my clit."
Sharon grinned and did as she was asked. Her tongue batted
Beth's erect clit and then she put her mouth over it and began
to suck.
It was all Beth needed. She began to buck her hips up into
Sharon's face, breathing hard and crying for joy.
When it had passed, Sharon lay next to her sister, her face
shiny with pussy lube. Beth saw it and leaned over, licking her
own cum off her sister's face. It was a nice taste, she
thought, and she wondered if Sharon would taste as good.
Beth parted Sharon's legs with a evil smile on her lips. As
she had promised she began with a lick at the redhead's clit.
Sharon's body spasmed as her sister touched her clit. No wonder
Beth had begged to be licked there.
Meanwhile, Beth was now working Sharon's lips and cunt hole,
but no longer was she doing the clit.
"Oh, Beth, do my clitty again! Please!"
Beth grinned. She had figured that would be Sharon's reaction.
She knew what a tongue on her clit felt like and she wanted
more. Well, she would just have to wait. "I'll get around to
it, eventually," she said. "In the meantime, just remember how
I had to beg. I'll teach you to tease, you little bitch."
Beth continued to lick her sister's lips and hole, sometimes
darting up close to the clit, but not touching it until Sharon
was close to tears. "I'm sorry, Beth. I'll never make you wait
again, only please, make me come now!"
Finally, Beth relented and using the tip of tongue she poked
and teased the little girl's clit until she had an enormous
orgasm, her screech, "COMMMMINNNGGGG" rattling the cave wall and
even "frightening the horses".
After several more rounds of cunt sucking, the two exhausted,
but satisfied girls fell asleep in each other's arms.
Beth woke next morning to the feel of a hand rubbing her cunt.
She opened her eyes and looked into Sharon's. "Good morning,
Baby Sister."
Sharon smiled back. "Morning, Big Sister," she said, as he
moved to kiss Beth.
Beth said, "I'd like to do it some more, but I'm not sure if we
have time for you to do me and then me to do you before we have
to be back.
Sharon grinned. It was nice knowing things her big sister and
lover didn't. "Well," she said as she moved over Beth, her face
at Beth's pussy while hers hovered over Beth's face, "sometimes
the girls did do a thing they called 'sixty-nine'. That might
save some time."
Beth's laugh was cut off by Sharon's pussy mound filling her
mound at the same time as Sharon began to suck her cunt.
As the two girls savored the sensation of licking while being
licked they both decided that from now on 'sixty-nine' was
definitely their lucky number.
Chapter Seven - "The Best Laid Plans"
For John Conners, the last five months had been hellish.
The morning after the catastrophe in Angela's bedroom John had
tried to get her to talk to him, but to no avail. And then Anne
and Tommy had come home. John had seen the new rings on Anne's
left hand at once, then noticed that Tommy also wore a wedding
band on his finger. It was clear that the boy needed to be
brought back into line.
"Getting a little uppity, aren't you boy," he barked at his
son. "Just what exactly do you think you're doing with my
bitch."
Tommy's right hand slammed into John's solar plexus like a pile
driver. As the wind was knocked out of his lungs, John fell to
his knees. What the hell was going on? Where were his kids
getting the nerve to oppose him.
Tommy stood over his father, his fists still clenched. "Watch
your mouth, old man. You ever make a remark about my wife
again, I'll break every bone in your body."
John had regained some of his faculties. "You think I'm going
to let you get away with this. One call downtown and you're in
juvie for fucking your mother and she's in jail. Incest is
against the law in this state, you know."
"Oh," said Tommy. "And how are you going to explain Angela?
Tell people what's going on, and they'll just think I'm the
luckiest son-of-bitch in the world, getting to fuck a mother as
beautiful as mine. You, on the other hand, will be a
child-molester who raped his own fourteen year old daughter.
You're going to be very popular in the shower room."
It had never occurred to John that, just as he had planned to
hold his son and wife's relationship over their head, they would
do the same. And it was probably true that he would be in much
worse trouble.
And somehow, he didn't think Angela was in much of mood to
protect him right now.
"So," continued Tommy, "let's just keep our mouths shut shall
we. You don't bother us, and we won't bother you."
Things got even worse a few weeks later. John had been kicked
out of his wife's bed by his son, his oldest daughter wouldn't
let him touch her, and he had driven his mistress to suicide.
In short, with no cunt available, John was getting really horny.
Then one night as he passed Beth's bedroom he thought he had
hit the jackpot. Coming from inside were distinct sounds of
sexual pleasure being shared by two people. John opened the
door just a crack and saw Sharon and Beth in bed, working each
other's pussies with their tongues and small dildos.
John was sure he knew how to handle this. He had seen such
scenes in his porno tapes, read of them in porno mags and
novels. He just hoped he had enough to please both girls at
once.
Quickly stripping off his clothes John pushed open the door and
quietly walked to the bed. The girls were too involved with
each other to notice him until he said, "Is this a private
party, or can anybody join in."
The girls broke apart as he knew they would, then all hell
broke loose. John barely managed to duck the alarm clock that
Sharon threw at his head and as he recovered from the surprise
of that assault, he saw Beth reach into the drawer of an end
table. When her hand emerged she was holding her mother's
derringer and pointing it right at his face.
"You get your filthy carcass out of here this instant or
they'll drag you out in a body bag. Just like they did with my
mother!" Beth's voice was cracking with hate and sorrow, and
tears ran down her cheeks, but her hand was steady. "I don't
know what you did, or how you did it, but I know you made her
kill herself, and you've make me ready to kill you."
"Shoot me and you'll go to jail for the rest of your life,"
John warned her.
Sharon, sat with her young lover clearly ready to support her.
Sharon's voice was dripping with contempt , "I don't think so,
Dad. The story we tell will go something like this. Beth was
alone in her room when you suddenly broke in and tried to rape
her. I heard her scream and ran to help her. When you heard me
come in, you were distracted just long enough for Beth to get
her gun and shoot you down like the dog you are. All in
self-defense, of course.
"So just go, Daddy. I'd hate to get blood all over our new
sheets."
Beth's arm dropped, then steadied again at crotch level.
"Yeah, DADDY. Leave before I make up my mind which head I want
to blow off."
Tommy on the other hand was on top of the world.
When Anne missed her period she had rushed to tell her
son/husband the good news. Tommy had been in school and was
little concerned when he was called to the office because of a
family emergency. Anne was waiting for him and saying she would
explain on the way, led him to her car.
Driving like a wild woman she made their honeymoon cabin in
record time.
"Mom," Tommy said, "what's wrong?"
"Well, Tommy," she said, "there's been a tragedy. The rabbit
died."
"Huh?"
Anne kissed her son, "Sorry, Honey, it's an old joke. A
certain medical test used to require the dissection of a female
rabbit. So a wife would say to her husband, 'The rabbit died',
when she wanted to tell him she was pregnant."
Tommy lifted his mother off he ground and spun her around the
room. And in his eyes was the joy and pride she had known he
would feel. She prayed the baby would be okay; she would die if
that joy and pride were dashed.
"I love you, Mom, and you have made me so very happy today," he
told her.
"I love you, too, Tommy. I wanted to tell you here, because I
think we made our baby here. And this is where I want to make
all of our babies. Now unless the idea turns you off, how about
a nice fuck for your old, pregnant Momma."
They didn't return home for three days and the moment they
walked in the door, John knew. The cock-o-the-walk pride that
swelled Tommy's chest and the adoration in Anne's eyes when she
looked at him told it all.
John's ego was about to take another beating.
When Tommy moved into his mother's bedroom the video camera
John had stashed in his son's room became useless and so he had
missed several months of them fucking each other. Finally he
was able to move it to Anne's room when she and Tommy went on a
shopping spree, buying baby clothes and nursery furniture. The
angle wasn't as good, but still he would be able to watch.
He started the tape and there they were. He watched mother and
son make love, and then watched as they rested up for another
round. Anne was just starting to show and Tommy was rubbing his
mothers belly. "Well," Tommy was saying, "I guess this proves
just how big a liar Dad is."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't mean to embarrass you Mom, but once he told me
you didn't like to fuck when you were pregnant, but ever since
you learned about our baby you've been wearing me out."
Anne giggled. "To tell you the truth, I got real horny when I
was carrying you and the girls. But that bastard is always
bragging about how he always gets what he wants, and it was so
obvious he wanted to fuck me when I was big bellied, I said no
just to spite him.
"And I'm really glad I did. This is something I only want to
share with you."
John turned the tape off and ripped it out of the player. He
vowed to get the camcorder out of his wife's, no his son's
wife's, bedroom as soon as possible.
Then the lawyers came.
First there was Anne's lawyer. A quick, quiet divorce. She
got the vacation cabin, her jewelry and clothes, her car, and
three million dollars cash. The divorce wouldn't be final for a
while and Anne was staying put until it was.
Then Angela's lawyer had arrived. That had been really bad.
"The confidentiality laws being what they are, and considering
my client's instructions, I can't go to the police like I want
to," the young attorney had said, "but let me make it clear that
I think you are scum. Do anything to hurt that girl further,
and I can assure you that I will be banging of the precinct
doors and to hell with my license."
John had instinctively fought back. "She's a minor. She can't
retain a lawyer without my permission."
"If I were you, Mr. Conners, and I thank God I'm not, I
wouldn't emphasize her being a minor. Incest, plus statutory
rape will get you twenty years at least. And given how cons
feel about child molesters, you will hope you don't live that
long."
Angela's conditions were simple. He had to renounce all
parental rights over her and her child, sign a confession which
would be kept by her lawyer, establish a trust fund of one
million dollars for her child, and pay her a million in cash.
Officially Anne would have custody of her, but in fact she was
already planning to leave town just as soon as she got the money.
She spoke to him once more after he had agreed in full.
Angela was sitting alone in the study when John came in to get
some papers. As soon as he saw her he said, "Don't bother to
say it, I'll get out."
"Don't. I want to show you something. It won't take long."
John sat at his desk and said, "Okay, what is it?"
Angela handed him a sonograph. "You can keep this. It's the
only picture you're ever going to have of our son."
John looked at it. "I can never see anything in these. You're
sure it's a boy."
"Yes," she said, "I'm sure. I wanted you to know what you are
losing. You could have had him and as many more as you wanted.
But you had to be an asshole."
"You're getting to be a vindictive as your mother," John said.
"Well, I think she and I have a lot in common," Angela replied.
"We were both stupid enough to get mixed up with you." Then she
stroked her swollen belly. "And like her, I'm carrying my
husband in my own womb, and one day I'll give birth to my own
grandkids.
"You really fucked us up, Dad."
They would never speak again.
Finally, Sharon and Beth hired a lawyer. She was a beautiful
woman, one of Harmony Falls few open lesbians. "I should have
known those little dykes would hire you," John snarled when she
came into his office.
"I like to think they just wanted a good lawyer who would
understand their point of view," she replied. "I always thought
that sexual orientation was born in a person, but I can see how
any woman who spent five minutes with you might choose to be gay.
"Now do you want to give them what they want, or do I call a
cop?"
John barely bothered to skim through the terms before signing.
Chapter Eight - At Long Last Love
Little Debby Connors hadn't understood much of what had
happened over the last year. First Daddy's had tried to turn
the house into a kind of school. It had been a funny kind of
school with no teachers or recess or homework. And all Daddy
wanted to talk about was some girl called 'Jenny Ticks'. There
were a lot of big words Debby didn't know, but it seemed that
'Jenny Ticks' was married to the wrong people and had bad
babies. That was no worry for Debby, she already knew that when
she got to be a big girl she would marry Daddy and have babies.
Debby didn't know much about babies except that mommies and
daddies got married and had babies, and since her daddy was the
bestest daddy around, naturally she wanted to marry him.
And Angela got fat and moved away. That had been sad, because
Debby missed her big sister. But Debby sensed that somehow
Angela had been mean to Daddy and so she was kind of glad, too.
A new girl, Beth, had moved into the house and she had been
nice. But then Beth and Sharon had been mean to Daddy and they
had to leave too.
Suddenly Debby had Daddy almost all to herself.
But now Tommy and Mommy were acting goofy and Mommy was getting
fat just as fast as Angela had. And they were being very mean
to Daddy!
"So," Anne said, "because Mommy and Daddy don't love each other
anymore we're going to live in a different place. We're going
to move to the cabin and you'll be able to play in the woods all
the time like you like, and you'll can swim in the pond every
day. I'm afraid you won't see Daddy much anymore, maybe not at
all."
"NO!" Debby said. "I wanna stay with Daddy. You and all the
others are mean to Daddy and now you want to go away and leave
him all alone."
Anne was shocked by the girl's reaction. "Debby, you don't
understand. We didn't want to tell you this, but, your daddy is
a bad man and if you stay with him he will hurt you."
"YOU'RE A LIAR! YOU JUST WANT TO HURT DADDY AND I HATE YOU!"
Debby ran out of the living room and slammed her bedroom door
shut. Safe for the moment she began to cry and look around for
a hiding place. She wished she lived in a castle like in the
fairy stories. Then there would have been a secret passage she
could hide in when they tried to make her leave her daddy.
Maybe she could sneak out of the house and hide in the cave Beth
and Sharon found. Then when Mommy and Tommy left, she would
come back home and take care of Daddy for always.
Meanwhile in the living room Debby's problem was being solved.
"You'd better let her stay, Mom, " Tommy said. "She thinks the
world of Dad and nothing you or I can say will change that."
"But if we leave her here, how long until your father..."
"He's not a rapist, Mom. At least, he doesn't use force or
threats. I talked to Angela a lot before she left and while she
hated his guts for the way he was using her, she had loved it as
long as she thought he was in love with her. And she admitted
that she had been as anxious to fuck him as he was to do her.
Debby might get fucked if we leave her with Dad, in fact she
probably will, but she won't get raped.
"Besides, how are you going to convince her that Dad's a bad
guy for fucking his kids and getting them pregnant when you're
having my babies? She won't see the difference."
And so when Anne and Tommy left the next morning Debby stood on
the front porch waving good-bye to her mother and brother. It
was Tommy who had given her the good news that she could stay
and he promised that if she ever wanted to leave he would come
back and take her away.
But that was silly. Why would she ever want to leave Daddy.
Soon she and John had to leave the big house. The settlements
with Anne and the girls had taken all his cash, plus he had had
to sell most of his properties, and while not poor, he could no
longer afford the estate. Giving out that he wanted a smaller
place since it was just him and Debby now, John put the estate
up for sale. A nice three bedroom house with a cleaning lady
who came in once a week became the new Conners home.
John's position in the community was also reduced. Nothing was
said officially, but rumors were rife in Harmony Falls about
Angela's pregnancy and why Anne had divorced him. Many were
shocked that Debby had been allowed to remain in her father's
custody and sharp eyes were watching for any sign of sexual
activity between John and Debby.
He had lost a lot of his political cover, too. Strapped for
cash he hadn't been able to funnel money to many of his cronies
and most of those he did back lost in the next election. Others
in office were giving him a wide berth since the rumors started.
But after a while, everybody relaxed. Debby continued to be a
healthy and happy child, and the cleaning woman reported that
everything in the Connors house was as it should be.
Of course, she only came by once a week.
John had been proud of his virtue for the first couple of weeks
after the move. He made no advance to Debby and treated her
with extreme correctness.
The trouble was, Debby wanted none of that. She and Daddy were
alone in the house now, surely that made her the mommy. And
mommies and daddies slept in the same bed, everybody knew that.
One night she had appeared in her father's bed room and climbed
into his bed. "What are you doing, Debby?"
"I'm gonna sleep in your room, Daddy. You need a mommy in the
house and I want to be a mommy for you."
"Do you know what it means to be a mommy who sleeps with a
daddy, Honey?"
Debby snuggled down into the pillows and as she fell asleep
mumbled, "No, Daddy. G'night, Daddy."
John also fell asleep eventually. It was nice having the
little girl in his bed, even if they didn't do anything but
sleep. But he would have to make sure nobody found out and got
the wrong ideas.
Next morning John laid down some ground rules. Debby could
sleep in his bed as long as she wanted, except for the night
before the cleaning lady was to come. That night she had to
stay in her own room. Also, all her clothes, toys, and jewelry
had to be kept in her room, along with her school books and
homework. He didn't say why he wanted her to do those things,
and Debby didn't ask. She would settle for six nights out of
seven each week.
Debby wondered if she was a mommy yet. She and Daddy had been
sleeping together for almost a week and he still called her
baby. Darn, she thought, when will I be the mommy?
Then, at recess she heard some of the older girls whispering,
Jenny Sawyer was two years older than Debby, and she was telling
her classmates about something she had done last night. "I
sneaked up to the door," she said, "and I saw Daddy and Mommy
getting into their bed. They were NAKED!"
The other girls shrieked and giggled, and demanded details.
"Yes," said Jenny, "he had a thing like Billy Hawkins showed us
at summer camp, only it was hairy, and a lot bigger and even
stiffer than Billy's."
What about her mother. Jenny assured them that her mother was
also hairy between the legs.
"Then Mommy saw me peaking and she screamed and Daddy turned
off the light, then slammed the door. This morning Mommy told
me I must never peak through the door again. She said it was a
sex thing, and I was too young."
Several of the girls ran off to the bathroom to finger their
young pussies, but Debby was still thinking about what she had
heard. So mommies and daddies didn't wear pajamas to bed and
they did something called sex. What was sex? And what was the
mysterious thing that Billy and Jenny's daddy had. Did her
daddy have one?
That night Debby went to bed a few hours earlier than her
father, like always. Usually she was more than a little miffed
at being sent to bed at eight o'clock, just like a baby. After
all she was a mommy now. But tonight she was actually glad.
Since Daddy was wearing pj's now (she figured he had only done
it because she was a baby) Debby sensed that he might object if
he saw her get into bed naked. This way he would just find her
like that and everything would be okay.
That night John slipped on the pajamas he had started wearing
since he and Debby had moved to the small house. He wore them
just in case. It wouldn't do for Debby to mention at school
someday how she just happened to see her daddy naked. That
would be all it would take to get the bloodhounds on him for
sure.
He slipped into bed and kissed his sleeping daughter good
night, rolled over and went to sleep.
A few hours later John awoke to discover that, as happened most
nights, he had taken his little girl in his arms while he slept
and was now holding her close to his body. Then he suddenly
realized that something was different. HIS HANDS WERE TOUCHING
BARE FLESH!
John came to full awake instantly. He and Debby were lying
together spoon fashion, and his left hand was in her naked
groin, while his right covered a tiny baby breast. The erection
he suddenly sprouted threatened to rip right through the silk
pajamas he wore. He pulled away and moved as far from Debby as
he could. My God! What was she trying to do to him?
The next morning at breakfast John decided he had to talk to
Debby. He hoped it wouldn't embarrass her, but this had to be
resolved. "Uh, Debby, did you forget to put on your pj's last
night?"
She laughed. "No, Silly Daddy! You can't 'forget' to put on
pj's, I just didn't. I learned at school yesterday that mommies
and daddies don't wear clothes to bed."
"And how did you learn that?" he managed to ask..
Debby told him of the school yard tale and how the girls had
giggled and screamed.
But John barely heard her. He groaned as he suddenly saw Debby
naked in bed with him.
"So promise me," Debby continued, "that you won't be wearing
those silly pj's anymore."
That brought another groan from John. "I'll think about it,
Debby."
But what was there to think about? He knew he would do it.
That tonight he would be naked in bed with his little girl. And
when he reached for her tonight, it would be to pull her naked
body to his own. John groaned again as he envisioned Debby
naked in his bed, her little belly swollen with child, her baby
titties growing large to feed the baby she was going to have.
And himself naked with her, forcing his cock into her still
hairless pussy.
Nothing happened for several more nights. Then one Friday
night Debby was woken by her father's groans. She looked over
to see if he was okay. And even though he was asleep he was
talking. "Oh...Oh...Yeah, Debby...That's it baby, lick Daddy's
big thing." She was so happy that Daddy was dreaming about her.
She had read a lot of fairy stories where the beautiful princess
would dream of Prince Charming, now her daddy was dreaming about
her.
She pulled the covers back and saw her daddy's cock standing up
from his body, but she didn't know what it was. But she had
heard other girls talk about a 'thing' boys had between their
legs instead of a slit. It looked pretty big, so it must be the
"big thing" Daddy wanted her to lick.
Moving over to her father's side of the bed, Debby started
licking at his cock shaft, then the big purple head. She kept
doing it, even after something started leaking from the top.
Then John muttered again. "Please suck it baby...Yeah, let
Daddy stick it in your mouth just like that...so good, sweet
little mouth."
Debby examined her father's cock and realized there was no way
she could it all, or even very much of it in her mouth. Still,
she thought she could handle the big purple head.
John, still very much asleep, was deep into his favorite dream.
He was teaching little Debby about sex the most efficient way,
by doing it with her. In his dream she was a willing and eager
student, anxious to feel her daddy fucking her.
Which was true in the waking world also. Debby had forced her
mouth over her father's cockhead and was now sucking and licking
for all she was worth. The trickles of pre-cum were slurped and
savored and swallowed by the delighted youngster. Debby was
becoming aroused herself and she wished that Daddy was awake so
he could do things to her. She didn't know what she wanted just
yet, but she was sure he could tell her.
John came awake slowly to the pleasantest sensation in the
world. He wasn't sure at first if he was still dreaming, but no
dream could feel this good, no dream mouth would be as wet and
no dream lips would seal as tightly around his cock. He looked
down to the barely discernible image of his daughter sucking him
off and the cum started to erupt from his balls.
John reached down and pulled Debby off his cock.
"NO!" the child yelled as the cum began to spew from her
father's cock. "Why did you make me stop, Daddy? Didn't I do
it right?"
John lay gasping on the bed, "Oh . . . yeah . . . Debby. You
did . . . it . . . so right." He was starting to get his breath
back. "But, I was about to cum. Do you . . . know what cum
means?" The little girl shook her head. "That's what came out
of my . . . Oh, God, that was good . . . my cock. I was afraid
you wouldn't like it. Some girls don't like the way it tastes."
Debby giggled and then turned child logic on its head. "But
Daddy, how will I know if I like it until I taste it?"
John had to laugh remembering her recent and vehement refusal
to try Brussels Spouts because "they look like they will taste
icky".
Then he became serious. "Why did you do that, Honey?"
"Well," said Debby said, "I heard you ask me to in your
dreaming. I bet that Cinderella would have done it for Prince
Charming if she heard him dream about her."
"Was this your first time doing that, Debby? You do it even
better than your mother did."
Debby glowed when she heard that. "Does that mean I'm a mommy
now, Daddy?"
"No," said John. "It will probably be a long time before
you're a mommy for real. But, we can be pretend Mommy and Daddy
until you are. Would you like that?"
"Yippee!" she shouted. "Will you let me do the things mommies
do for daddies? Like this?" Debby asked.
"Sure, Honey," he said. "But you know, sometimes daddies do
things to make mommies feel good too. Is there anything you
want me to do to you?"
Debby was squirming in her excitement. "Yeah, Daddy, but I
don't know what. My coochie feels all itchy and tingly and I
wish it would stop."
John gently pushed the little girl back on the bed, for the
first time letting his fingers relish the texture of her soft
skin. One had swept over her tiny nipples, while the other
parted her legs, giving her father access to her little cunt.
"I think I can make the itching stop, at least for a while, but
really, you should get used to it. I think you're going to feel
itchy there a lot from now on."
John dipped his head down to her little pussy and he started
licking her lips.
Debby giggled with delight at the sensation of her father's
tongue in her pussy. Wait until Jenny Sawyer heard about this!
John swept his tongue up and down the length of her little
slit, then moved down to try her pussy hole. His fingers parted
her lips and his tongue pressed into her. The little channel
squeezed his tongue so hard, it felt to John like he had just
bitten his own tongue. He was surprised as he pushed his tongue
up into her that he did not meet a barrier. Somehow she had
already lost her cherry. John wondered if it had been a pencil,
a carrot or a candle that beat him to his baby's hymen, but when
he asked her Debby denied ever putting anything into herself.
He pondered for a moment then decided it didn't matter and went
back to licking.
Debby loved it when her father pushed his tongue into her, and
while she hadn't ever stuck anything in her hole before, she was
certainly going to be doing so in the future!
John now moved up to her tiny clit. It was rather large for
her age and easy to find. It was also very responsive to his to
tongue. Debby felt the greatest physical pleasure she had ever
known wash over her as John teased and batted her clit with his
tongue. This was something else she was sure she wanted more of.
"Feels good, Daddy! Do it more! More! MOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEEE!"
The screech of her orgasm was not the moan of a grown woman.
Rather it was like a little girl finding the very toy she had
begged for under the Christmas tree. To John it was the
greatest sound he had ever heard. Of all the women and girls he
had ever been with, Debby was the one he most wanted to please.
Now it was Debby turn to gasp for breath as she came down from
her first orgasm. But with the resilience of youth she quickly
recovered and said, "Can I taste it now, Daddy?"
John was a little woolly. "Taste what, Honey?"
"Your cum stuff, Daddy. I want to find out if I like it. How
do I make it come out?"
John was in heaven. But his stiff and aching cock wanted to be
someplace else; in his little girl's mouth to be exact.
John lay down and told Debby to move her head down to his cock.
"Now just do what you did before, Deb. Lick it all over and
then put the head in your mouth."
Debby licked the stiff organ and when it was shiny all over
with her spit she moved up and pushed her mouth down on his
cock.. When she had all of the head in, John told her to start
bobbing her head up and down, while licking his cock. Besides
providing him with a wonderful fucking sensation, it was forcing
just a bit more of the shaft down the child's throat. Not
enough to hurt her, but enough to give them both more pleasure.
Having come once already, John knew he could hold out for a
long time. And he was loving this. He was worried that Debby
might get tired, though and he showed her how to use her hands
on the lower parts of his cock so he would come that much faster.
It was the first time that John had ever put his lover's
comfort or pleasure ahead of his own.
"Oh, that's good, baby. Keep doing it just a little more. OH,
PULL UP, HONEY, BUT KEEP THE HEAD IN YOUR MOUTH! DADDY'S GOING
TO GIVE YOU A CUM MILKSHAKE!"
Once again John came, this time in his daughter's mouth. It
was so fantastic he almost passed out.
Debby held his cum in her mouth, trying to decide what it was
like. Finally she decided that cum tasted like, well, cum. She
had never tasted anything like it and so it was now its own
taste. And she did like it. Then she swallowed.
John watched the gulping motion of his daughter's throat and
knew she had swallowed his cum. He lay back and moaned softly.
God, he thought, would anything ever feel this good again?
The next morning at breakfast John considered what had gone on
the night before and he found it to be good. He wanted it to
continue and to go further, but some precautions had to be taken
now. Namely, he had to be sure that Debby didn't mention it to
anybody. John considered the way Debby had learned about sex
and saw there a great danger. If, like Jenny Sawyer she
mentioned this to the other girls, he was as good as dead. But
how to keep her from talking without creating a sense of guilt?
Then the answer came to him. "So, Debby, were you going to
tell the other girls what we did?" asked in a casual tone.
"Yeah, Daddy," the second grader replied. "This should show
that snotty Jenny Sawyer whose more grown up."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You said you
wanted to be like a grown up mommy. Well, grown up mommies
don't talk about sex things with little girls like Jenny. If
you're going to be the mommy, you have to act like one. I mean,
did your mother ever talk about what she did with me in bed?"
Debby was thoughtful. Yes, she could see what Daddy was
talking about. She was going to be more grown up than Jenny and
the other girls, so she didn't need to show off. And why should
she help that prissy little nerdette? If Jenny saw her daddy
naked and was too dumb to take advantage of it, why should Debby
set her straight? Let her go on missing something great.
"OK, Daddy. I get it. Who needs those little kids anyways."
Debby went over to her father's chair and climbed up into his
lap. "Daddy?"
"Yes, Debby."
"Can we do it some more today?"
John bent down and kissed her sweet lips. "Yes, Honey. That
and more.
"But first we have chores. I'll do the dishes, you make our
bed (OUR BED! he thought), and then we have shopping to do, and
yardwork. Then a nice shower together, and then Daddy will show
you some great ways to have fun."
John wanted Debby to understand that sex was just going to be
part of their lives together. That they would have to maintain
a home and careers for them selves, and later to care for their
children. It would be a great life, but not a non-stop orgy.
This was important to John because he was actually falling in
love with his daughter. John was not a pedophile in the usual
sense of the word. He wasn't attracted solely or even mostly to
young girls. But he was emotionally stunted. He wanted, needed
a female who would love him absolutely and unconditionally;
someone who would submerge themselves totally in his world and
his needs.
That had been why he had no real emotional connection with his
wife or his older daughters. They had already developed
personalities and drives and desires of their own. To maintain
a relationship with them would have required John to make
compromises, even to let someone else win once in a while.
Even Jane Sullivan had whimpered and begged him to change. She
had asserted a little of her own desires when she got pregnant
with Beth.
Debby on the other hand was still young and malleable.
Moreover, she was one of those females predisposed to child
rearing and housekeeping. She made no demands on her father,
and he sensed she would do anything he wanted her to. If he
raised her right ('raised' sounded so much better than
'trained', even in his own mind) she would always be that way.
The chores went quickly. With the prospect of sex after they
were all done Debby became a whirlwind of efficiency. She swept
through the bedroom making the bed, then she set up the bathroom
for later with her favorite shampoo and big fluffy towels.
It was the same at the market. Where she once dawdled and
constantly begged John to buy items not on the shopping list,
now she moved purposefully, going only for what she knew Daddy
wanted. As John would go down the aisles, she would rush ahead
to grab items he hadn't gotten to yet. After all, she thought,
time wasted in the market could be better spent in bed with
Daddy.
That afternoon John and Debby came in from the garden, tired,
sweaty and in need of a shower. John was amused to see his
little girl start pulling off her clothes even before they had
gotten inside. "Come on, Daddy!" she said. "Let's get naked
and take our shower and do sex stuff."
"Oh," said her father, "did you want to do sex stuff in the
shower?"
Debby hadn't considered that possibility. She had meant after
they were clean, but why not? "Sure, Daddy, if there's stuff we
can do there."
John thought it over and said, "Maybe when you're older." He
figured he should save some of the kinkier stuff for when they
had been together for a while and had lost some of the
enthusiasm of the early days. Today, he wanted to get clean
with his little girl, then to take her to bed and get dirty with
her.
After adjusting the shower to near body temperature, John
soaped and shampooed his daughter, while she lathered up as much
of his body as she could reach. John tried to keep it simple,
but she was just too horny. She was constantly trying to get
him into sex then and there. After she had lathered and cleaned
his cock and balls thoroughly she had her father rinse, then
with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes said, "I hope we got all
the soap off it, Daddy. Let me took a look." John turned
around and then she grinned and said, "It looks clean, but maybe
I should give it a taste test to be sure." With that she popped
her father's cockhead into her mouth.
John leaned against the shower wall and moaned. How was he
supposed to resist this? It was too good to stop, so he just
decided to let her keep going until he came. At least that way
he would be less anxious when they got to bed and he wouldn't
hurt her through uncontrolled horniness.
Debby was a very happy little girl. She was sucking her
father's cock, which she had come to love, and the warm water of
the shower running over her body at the same time gave her a new
thrill. She wondered if this was how it would feel to be
completely covered in cum?
Debby closed her eyes and with the shower creating a 'white
noise' effect she was able to concentrate totally on the cock in
her mouth. She ran her tongue over it, noting the different
textures of the glans and shaft, feeling the pulsing vein that
ran along the bottom of her fathers cock. She experimented a
bit, scraping her teeth lightly over the glans and sticking the
tip of her tongue into the piss slit. Both of these actions
brought groans of pleasure from her father.
John had his eyes closed too. As much as he wanted to watch
his daughter give him head, he also wanted to concentrate on the
blow job itself this time. He reacted to Debby's every move and
touch. He gasped when she managed to slip almost a whole inch
more into her mouth than before. He moaned and squirmed when
her tongue touched his piss slit for the first time. Where had
she learned to do this? Was cocksucking somehow programmed into
her genes? Was she a two-dollar whore in a past life, now
calling on prior life memories to please her lover?
Just as the hot water ran out, Debby began rapid head bobs and
used her hand on the cockshaft outside her lips to bring John to
a massive orgasm. After a twenty minute buildup, he was
producing a flood of semen and for the first time Debby was
unable to swallow all of her father's load. She pulled her head
back, sputtering and coughing, with cum flowing over her lips
and dripping down onto her chest. The shower flow quickly
washed the excess away, but John had already opened his eyes to
see his little girl covered with his cum. It was the most
arousing thing he had ever seen.
Turning off the shower, John grabbed the towels Debby had laid
out that morning and led his daughter into the bedroom. "Come
one, Debby, we'll never get dry in that muggy bathroom."
Still savoring the blow job she had just given her daddy, Debby
was languid and happy. "Don't want to move, Daddy," she
murmured. "I feel so happy here."
"But if you stay in there while I'm in the bedroom, who is
going to lick your pussy?"
Debby giggled, "Okay, Daddy. You talked me into it."
John and Debby dried each other carefully. It had been dark
last night and he hadn't had a very good look at Debby's body,
now he was studying it like a magnificent jewel. Debby had long
red hair, green eyes and a cute face made to giggle and laugh
(and suck cocks). Her chest was flat, with dark little nipples
that popped up as her ran his fingers over them. He moved down
to her flat tummy and a petty navel. John put his open mouth on
her belly and blew a "ffraaaappptt" sound just as he had when
she was a toddler.
John suddenly flipped Debby over and ran his hands down her
flawless back to ass. Her butt was firm and boyish. John
parted the cheeks to find her pink little asshole. He bent down
and kissed the little pucker.
"DADDY!" she yelped. "You can't kiss that. It's too nasty."
John smiled down at her. "You're going to be surprised at what
I can do with your little butt. And I bet you'll be surprised
at how much you like it. But not for a few more years."
Now it was time for the main event. John turned Debby over
again and parted her legs so as to have full access to her
pussy. "Hmm, Debby, it looks like I didn't get this part of you
dry. Maybe I need another towel."
Already an accomplished little seductress Debby cooed to her
father, "Don't bother. That part of me is always wet when
you're around."
John's cock twitched when she said that and he bent his head
and sniffed. Ahhhh, sweet little girl smell; sweet, HOT, little
girl smell.
Looking at Debby's mound John knew why some people called a it
a bun. This bun was just the right size to fit in John's mouth,
with a deep, inviting split. He moved closer until he could see
the fine, little hairs that covered her mound. One day he knew
her body was going to change. Her pelvis would shift and move
this sweet little cunt down, while the fine, almost invisible
hairs would darken and thicken. Then she would be ready to give
him children; until then, their sex play would be only for love
and fun.
John pulled her lips apart and started licking the fine inner
lips, savoring the light flavor her pussy had. Then he moved up
and worked her clit. Teasing it with just the tongue tip,
trying to entice it out of its sheath.
At the same time he began to work his big middle finger into
her pussy hole. He wondered how far it would stretch at this
age. Could he fit it in her? Something to try later that night.
Debby was squirming on the bed. This was fantastic. Her
daddy's tongue and his finger were both in her coochie at the
same time. She hadn't had a chance to experiment with sticking
things into her hole yet, but now she was more determined than
ever to do it. She wondered if people made things especially to
stick in girls' holes? Daddy would know.
This time Debby was not taken by surprise when her orgasm hit.
It was still wonderful, but last night had been like a surprise
party; tonight was like Christmas, you loved it, but you knew it
was coming and the wait was terrible.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, I love you," she said when her climax passed.
"I wish I could suck your cock while you do that to me."
John grinned. "Well, the lucky number is seven and the unlucky
number is thirteen, but the magic number is sixty-nine."
"Huh?"
John lay down and pulled Debby up on top of him, her face in
his groin, her pussy next to his mouth. "Getting any ideas,
Honey?"
Next morning Debby woke from a sweet nap, safe in her father's
arms. She replayed the things they had done last night. The
blow job (Daddy had called it that) in the shower, then Daddy
'eating' her pussy. Then 'sixty-nine. That had been best, to
have Daddy make her feel so good at the same time as she did it
for him.
She ran her hand down to her pussy and touched the little hole,
then flinched at the slight pain.
"Still sore, Honey?"
Debby saw that Daddy was awake too. "A little, but not to bad."
John hung his head. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want to hurt
you. That's why I stopped."
"It's okay, Daddy. You didn't hurt me much."
It had been about an hour after the sixty-nine that John had
made his first attempt to fuck Debby. He had placed his
cockhead at her pussy mouth and pushed, harder than he meant to,
and as soon as he saw her grimace he had stopped. He had taken
one quick look at where a half inch of his cockhead was
spreading her hole, and then he pulled back. He was sure he
could have gotten in, but only at the cost of pain to his little
girl. For the second time in his life John Conners put a
lover's needs ahead of his own.
Damn, the thought, maybe I'm in love!
The next day John surprised Debby with a small dildo. He
showed her how to use and the little girl did use it constantly.
Soon she had loosened up enough to allow two of his fingers into
her baby cunt. John then bought her a slightly larger dildo,
this one a vibrator, and while she was working her new toy into
her pussy, he slipped the old one into her asshole. After all,
that need to be opened up too.
John took it very slowly but then three months after she had
first sucked him off, he was ready to try again. His cock was
larger than the dildo, but Debby had been stretching herself for
some time now. Certainly she was ready now.
That night he took to a movie she had wanted to see, and to
dinner at her favorite restaurant. Just like a date Debby
thought.
Then, when they got home, John had surprised her by moving
between her legs and eating her pussy. He had done that many
time before, but their pattern had always been for her to suck
Daddy off, and then for him to eat her out.
John gobbled his little girl's virgin cunt for the last time.
The next time he put his tongue in this hole it will have known
a man's cock and it will have been drenched with a man's cum.
John stood, dropped his pants and then moved his stiff cock to
Debby's pussy. Now she knew what he wanted. She hoped she had
stretched enough now, because she didn't think he was going to
stop this time, and if he tried she wasn't going to let him.
John centered his cock on her cunt mouth and tensed his ass
muscles as he prepared to enter her. Debby bit her lip and
reached out to take her father's right hand, entwining her
fingers in his. Then John pushed.
Debby could feel her pussy muscles stretching to take her
daddy's cock and she was thrilled to realize there was no pain.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "it doesn't hurt this time. Keep
going, fill me up with your cock."
"You're sure it doesn't hurt? I so glad it doesn't"
Debby smiled at him. "No hurt, but I sure feel full."
John pushed more than half his cock into the little girl before
he felt her cervix. He had heard stories of men forcing their
cocks all the way into a child's womb, but he didn't believe
them and was unwilling to risk hurting Debby by trying. When
she was older he would be able to get it all in, and he could
wait.
John began to pump his cock in and out of Debby's pussy,
leaning forward to kiss her. She ran her hands over his chest,
teasing and pinching his nipples lightly. Father and daughter
were in a world of simple pleasure. It was a slow and gentle
fuck, neither of them were willing to rush, both were content to
let the pleasure last as long as possible before they reached
completion.
Debby had a series of small orgasms, satisfying, like light
rain on dry ground. And when John came at last, it was a gentle
squirting and a not world shattering blast. Tonight had been a
night for gentle love, animal passion could come later.
Chapter Nine - On Getting "Caught"
Debby and her daddy had become closer over the years. They
fucked every night now and always slept in the same bed. When
she turned nine the cleaning woman was dismissed. Debby said
she wanted to keep house for her daddy and she didn't want old
'snoopy drawers' poking around and spoiling everybody's fun.
She was so happy with Daddy that she had even forgiven her
mother and sisters for the way they had treated him.
She wrote regularly to Angela and Sharon, occasionally to Beth.
She didn't tell them what she did with Daddy of course. They
were still little girls in her mind. None of them was living
with a daddy.
Which caused some confusion for Debby when she heard that
Angela had a baby boy. How could she have a baby without a
daddy?
Debby saw Anne often and even visited her and Tommy at the
cabin each summer. And each summer there seemed to be a new
baby in the house. She figured that Tommy was being the daddy
for her mother, just as she was being the mommy to her father.
That seemed fair to her.
It had quite slipped everyone minds that John had a standing
order with the school district that his children were not to put
in the regular science and health courses, including Sex Ed. He
was supposed to be teaching them himself. (Well, of course in a
way, he was.) Even John had forgotten.
Debby still had no idea how babies got made!
One person who knew very much how babies got made in the
Conners family was Angela. She had taken the cash she got from
her father and set up a trust fund that would keep her
financially secure while she pursued her education and her
research. Driven by a need to punish her father yet more,
Angela had gone into intellectual overdrive. With the best
tutors her money could buy she blew through the last three years
of high school in one. Then she blitzkrieged her way through
college, getting a Bachelor of Science degree in two years. Now
she was working on her Master's degree and serving as a research
assistant in the university genetics lab. She planned to get a
Ph.D. in the field, and become a medical doctor at the same
time. She was doing all this using her mother's maiden name.
She had already begun the research project that would make her
famous. And Debby was part of the research.
When Debby was eight she had shown her father the latest
letters she had gotten from Angela and Beth (who was working
with Angela). They were both asking if Daddy was doing 'things'
to her. They both told her to be careful if Daddy ever wanted
to put something in her vagina.
"What's a vagina, Daddy?"
"Nothing you need to worry about for a while, Debby," John
temporized. He wasn't sure how she would react if he told her
that he had already put a number of things in her vagina. "I
wouldn't bother to answer them, Honey. They're both silly
little girls."
So Debby had sent back innocuous replies. John had sent his
own note to Angela, tucked into Debby's letter. "Angela, you
left us and what happens in this house now is none of your
concern. If you want to explore Debby's sexual knowledge why
don't you start by telling her about your son? By the way, how
is my little boy?"
Angela read Debby's letter first, then her father's note. The
threat was obvious. If she exposed him, he would expose her.
And the deal she had made, the money she had demanded from him
would make her look as hard and cynical as he was.
Angela went to her computer and sent an e-mail to Beth telling
her not to bother asking Debby any questions. The little girl
was protecting her father.
Then Angela opened a the directory labeled JCPROJECT and
created a new file. DC/JC. The other two files were named
AC/JC and TC/AJ. They were the histories of her sexual
relationship with her father, and of Tommy and Anne's on-going
affair. The new file would contain what she suspected was
happening with Debby and John.
"Subject DC has neither confirmed nor denied sexual contact
with Principal Subject JC," she typed. "However I regard the
fact that she has not denied such contact as significant. It is
probable that Principal Subject JC has attempted, or soon will
attempt, to impregnate his younger daughter as he did with
Subject AC."
Angela closed the file. Then opened her own file. Her
father's question made her want to review it. This was, for
obvious reasons the most complete file. It held a great deal of
detail about her and her brother/son Robert, now three years
old. It included psych reports she had had prepared on herself.
She had seen more than a few therapists in the last couple of
years.
Angela went to the sub-file "Observations" and began to read
the last entry, make two months ago. "Subject RJ continues to
develop normally with no sign physical or mental impairment.
Subject AC still intends to mate with her son upon sexual
maturity in order to gather data on the genetic implications of
a second generation of inbreeding. Subject AC has sought
counseling, but has not changed her mind."
Angela closed the file and after reading the latest from her
mother opened the file on Tommy and Anne and began to type.
"Subject AJ reports a third successful pregnancy. She has given
birth to her third child/grandchild, like the others a daughter.
Medical indications are good, no sigh of gross abnormality.
Mental and physical impairment may show-up later, but as of this
time no such impairment has occurred in the older children."
At least Mom and Tommy were happy, she thought. And hell, who
knows, maybe Debby is too.
But ten-year-old Debby Conners was not a happy little girl.
This was the third day in a row she had barfed first thing in
the morning. Why was she so sick.?
"Daddy, I'm worried," she said to her father/lover over the
breakfast table.
John looked up from his newspaper, "What's wrong, Honey?"
"I feel sick every morning," she said, "and I'm starting to get
fat."
John put the newspaper down carefully. "I don't think you're
sick, Debby, but I had better take a look at you. Come over
here."
As Debby stood next to her father he ran his hand over her flat
belly. But not entirely flat now. There was a hard bulge just
above her cunt that was definitely not fat. John sighed, he had
not expected to face this moment for a couple of more years at
least. "I have get some medical stuff from the drug store," he
said. "It will tell us why you are feeling sick."
John drove across the state line to do his shopping this day.
If John Conners went into any drug store within fifty miles of
Harmony Falls and purchased a pregnancy test kit, there would be
half the state police waiting for him by the time he got home.
He had to keep this under wraps.
Shit! She hadn't even had a period yet so far as he knew. How
in hell could she be pregnant?
But she was. John looked at the test tube. It had turned blue
and according to the box that meant somebody was pregnant.
Debby was also looking. "What does blue mean, Daddy?"
John took his little girl in his arms and for the first time
thought of her as his wife. "Debby, you've been telling me for
years now that you want to be a mommy for me. Do you know what
a mommy is?"
"Sure Daddy, a mommy is a lady who has babies."
"That's right, Honey, and in about six or seven months you are
going to be a mommy."
"For real, Daddy?!! I'm going to have a baby?"
"Uh-huh. You know when we fuck how Daddy shoots his cum in
you? Well, in the cum are lots and lots of little things called
sperm and sometimes when they go into a woman, they make a baby
grow in her. And one of my sperm has made a baby start growing
in you."
"Wow," she said. "You mean all those sperm things are little
tiny babies. But, that means when I suck your cock I'm eating
babies!"
John had been trying to be gentle with her, but this
misunderstanding took him by surprise and was terrifying his
daughter. "NO, NO," said John, "no." Sperms aren't babies.
They have to match up with a woman's egg and together the sperm
and the egg start a baby. I know you don't think you have eggs,
but you do. Not big ones like a chicken. Remember the caviar
you tried last year?"
Debby grimaced, "Yeah, fish jelly, YUK."
John grinned, "Well, that yucky fish jelly not only cost $150
an ounce, it was made out of fish eggs. So you know eggs can
come in all sizes. People eggs are very tiny and you would need
a microscope to see one, but they are there in you. And now one
of them is turning into a baby.
"Is that okay, Debby? If you don't want to have a baby, it is
still probably earlier enough to stop it."
"Oh, no, Daddy. I want to be a mommy and I want to have your
babies. Can I have lots of your babies, Daddy?"
John grinned, "Oh, at least ten or fifteen I guess."
"YIPPEE!"
They talked for a while about babies and what was going to
happen over the next few months. John warned her of the morning
sickness, the weight gain, the pain of child birth. Still Debby
was happy.
Debby went off to school while John made plans. He figured he
had any where from six weeks to two months before she started to
show. That should be enough time to sell the house, the extra
car, liquidate his stocks and be out of town before the law
caught on. And he had no doubt that as soon as people learned
Debby was pregnant he was going to get lynched.
He opened a locked drawer in his desk and checked his emergency
fund. Over the last three years John had embezzled $500,000
from the bank and converted it to bearer bonds. If he had to
run fast, at least there would be that much of a nest egg. But
he had time.
They would go to Utah he decided. He had heard that a lot of
wacko religious groups were located there and child brides were
not uncommon.
But once again he had made a simple mistake. Long ago he had
convinced Debby that she shouldn't discuss her sex life with her
school mates, since they were just kids. He had forgotten to
tell her that most grown-ups would want to throw him in jail if
they knew what he was doing with her.
Debby had just gotten to class when the nausea hit again and
she had to run from the room. She made it to the girls bathroom
before she threw up, and as she was washing up her teacher came
in.
"Are you alright, Debby?" the teacher asked. There had been a
flu going around and if Debby had it she would have to be sent
home.
"Yeah, Ms. Kaufman, I'm okay. Daddy says it's something called
morning sickness and it's a sign that I'm going to have a baby."
Debby wasn't concerned about talking to her teacher. Ms.
Kaufman was a mommy with two little boys, so Debby could treat
her as an equal.
As soon as she heard the words 'morning sickness' Julie Kaufman
went cold. So the rumors about John Conners were true. She'd
see his cock and balls nailed to court house walls for this.
But she mustn't frighten the little girl, and she had to be sure.
"Aren't you a little young to have a baby, Debby?"
"Well, Daddy says I'm younger than most mommies, but he's been
fucking me for three years so I don't know why he was surprised."
"Debby, listen to me. If you don't want to have a baby,
especially if it's your father's baby, uh, well, something can
be done, even in this state."
"It's okay, Ms. Kaufman, I want to have Daddy's babies. He
says that since I'm starting so young, I could have ten or
fifteen of his babies. Wouldn't that be great?"
Somehow the teacher managed not to throw up when she heard
that, and taking Debby gently by the hand she took her to the
principal's office and reported what she had been told. The
school called Child Welfare at once and gave the story to an
investigator.
Bill Walters listened to the story. "Okay, put the girl in a
lounge or conference room or something like that so I can
interview her. Don't call the police or the press or do
anything to frighten her. I want to get as natural a statement
from her as possible on tape and once we have that, I'll call
the cops."
At last! Bill Walters had been hoping for a call like this for
at least year, never expecting to actually get it. He had made
a few arrangement though.
When he arrived at the school neither the principal nor Ms.
Kaufman could have known that his office thought that he had
taken some personal time off. They didn't know that the
camcorder he was carrying had a mis-set clock and calendar. It
would record this interview as if it were taking place tomorrow.
It was necessary that he do this because he couldn't take the
tape to the police right away. He would need it himself tonight.
After shooing everyone else out of the room, Bill started the
camcorder and went through the usual interview routine. What
day and what time it was (Debby didn't catch the date change),
who was present and where they were.
About an hour later they emerged and the investigator told the
teacher and school staff that he was taking Debby with him for
her own protection. They should keep quite until tomorrow when
the police would make the arrest. He said this quietly and far
enough away from Debby for her not to hear.
Debby was surprised but pleased to be getting out of school
early. "Where are we going, Mr. Walters?" she asked.
"To your daddy's bank. I have a note I want you to give to
him."
He drove the little girl to John's bank and dropped her off.
Debby went in as the investigators car pulled away. Going to
her father's office she gave him the note.
John opened the envelope and read, "Hey Johnny Boy. Way to go.
Look, I don't blame you, she's a honey. Already pregnant and
her pussy is still bald!
"At about this time tomorrow I will be turning my evidence over
to the cops. You have 'til then to get out of town."
The note was unsigned, but John didn't care. Opening his desk
he shoved the half million in bearer bonds into his brief case
and took Debby by the hand and left the bank. They had not run,
nobody had even noticed them when they left.
John still planned ahead. He drove to garage on the edge of
town nobody knew he rented and he and Debby switched to a car
not registered in his name. Then, they pulled out of town
headed west.
Meanwhile, Bill Walters was running his hand up under his
fifteen-year-old daughter's skirt to cup her hairy pussy. His
other hand was on her left tit, and her right tit was were it
belonged, in his mouth. "Oh, Daddy, you do that so good. Let's
fuck!"
Bill sat up, "Suits me. And tonight we do it bareback."
"Like hell," she replied, shoving a condom into his hand. "You
know the rules."
"Yeah, and I know one of your rules is that I can't knock you
up because daughters don't have their fathers' kids. But you
also said that you'd let me if I could prove otherwise.
"Well," he said shoving a tape into the VCR, "just look at
this."
Melody Walters watched the TV as a little girl appeared,
obviously a grade schooler.
Bill hit the fast forward. "Who she is doesn't matter, this is
the part I want you to see."
From the TV Melody heard her father's voice, "Well, Debby, Ms.
Kaufman tells me you were sick this morning."
On the screen the little girl sighed (Debby was getting tired
of explaining this to grown-ups. Were they all dumb?) "Yeah, I
had some morning sickness because I'm going to have a baby."
"Who says you're going to have a baby, Debby?"
"My daddy. He did this test and something turned blue and that
means I'm going to be a mommy."
"Well, if you're going to be a mommy, who's going to be the
daddy?"
"Daddy is the daddy, who else?"
{"Maybe she just thinks her dad is the daddy of all the kids in
the house," Melody whispered.}
{"Ssshhh. Listen."}
On the TV Bill was asking, "How did you get to be a mommy?"
"Well, when Daddy fucked me, he squirted sperms in me and they
made a baby."
{"SEE," Bill said}
"How does your daddy fuck you, Debby?"
The little girl moved around and got up on the table and lifted
her skirt. Pulling her panties aside she stuck a finger in her
pussy.
{"I almost came in my pants when she did that."}
"Well, Daddy sticks his cock in my pussy, right here and moves
it in and out until we both come. Isn't that how daddies are
supposed to fuck their little girls?"
Bill turned the player off. "That's certainly how I fuck mine."
Melody was tearing her clothes off now. She had secretly
wanted to get pregnant by her father for years, but had been
afraid. Now she was sure as hell not going to let some third or
fourth grader show her up.
"We've got to keep a copy of that tape, Daddy."
"Copy my ass, we're keeping the original. Besides I got to
edit out that scene of her fingering her pussy." Bill didn't
tell her the other reason he wanted to keep the original tape.
He wanted to make copies for some friends of his. They too were
having trouble convincing their daughters to carry their
fathers' children.
Climbing up on her father's condomless cock, Melody settled
down. "How long had he been fucking her?" she asked as she
began to fuck her own dad.
"Three years. Shit, that means he started when she was seven!"
"So? You did me when I was six.
"Now it took him three years to knock her up. Think you can
stick a bun in my oven quicker than that?"
Epilogue - What Became of Them
Angela did go on to become a famed geneticist. In her private
lab she studied her own DNA pattern and discovered markers for
several potential defects including retardation. She was amused
to discover that when she did a similar study of her mother
those markers were missing. Which meant, she concluded, that
John Connors was not only nuts, he was wrong. The genes he was
so proud of were considerably less healthy than those of his
wife.
Angela was somewhat amazed that her son was healthy and she was
not willing to try and dodge anymore bullets. She had no
children with her son/brother.
She did have a daughter with Tommy, who was very good at making
little girls. He and Anne had three daughters.
Tommy and Anne set up a summer camp around their cabin and were
both happy and successful.
After Beth and Sharon left home they entered an exclusive girls
finishing school. It was exclusive in that it took money to get
in and you had to be referred before you could be considered.
And all the referrals were made by lesbians. Sharon and Beth
had enjoyed a five year orgy before leaving to set up an ad
agency in New York.
In her late twenties Sharon finally had sex with a male. A
golden retriever she named 'Daddy'.
Beth actually complied to a degree with her fathers wishes,
stopping by the Tommy Conners baby factory two years running.
Her sons loved to play with Aunt Sharon's dog.
Bill Walters was a loser. He tried to cover his tracks but
when John skipped town Ms. Kaufman started asking some very
pointed questions. Bill tried to insist that a paperwork
foul-up had let the pair of incestuous lovers get away, but then
the discrepancy between dates in his report and the school
records came out.
The last two nails in his coffin came when first a friend of
his got busted on a child porn charge. A copy of the Debby tape
was found and he ratted out his good buddy Bill Walters in no
time. And then Melody got pregnant. A raid on the Walters home
found the original of the Debby tape plus several of Bill
fucking his daughter (all the way back to when she was six)
including the one where they planned her pregnancy.
Bill Walters got a total of fifty years in the state pen. He
survived for four.
John and Debby made it to the Four Corners region and bought a
country store. It seemed like a good low profile life and that
was what John wanted now.
Despite the talk of twin digits, Debby had only had two
children, plus a number of miscarriages. Then when she turned
twenty she got a letter from Angela (by way of a forwarding
service; none of the family knew where they had gone). Debby
read the letter and her face went ashen. She silently handed
the letter to her father.
John was shocked and infuriated by what he read. Angela told
Debby of her own affair with John and how it had changed her
life. She reported what she had found in her DNA study and
warned that mating with John was probably dangerous to the
health of the children. She even predicted a high incidence of
miscarriage. Then she tore into John's personality, his
infantile egotism and how he used and abused those who loved
him. "He says he loves you, Sis, but I don't buy it. He is
using you just like he used me, like he would have used Beth and
Sharon if they had let him. Your just a breeder for him. A
convenient womb in which to dump his sperm. A cog in the
perverted, self-centered world of John Conners."
John was livid, he thought his head might explode he was so
angry,
If John had been willing to spend more time with doctors it is
possible they would have spotted the aneurysm in his brain and
warned him of the dangers of a sudden increase in his blood
pressure. But he didn't go to the doctor very often and so was
taken completely by surprise when the bubble on the artery burst.
With John in the local hospital Debby had called her sisters
for help. Angela and Beth arrived a few days later explaining
that the others would be coming in later. Then they went to the
hospital where Angela was able to examine the doctors findings.
"I'm sorry Debby, but the stroke was a large one and the
outlook isn't good. The best thing to hope for is a quick
death. The other probability is that he will slip into a coma
and stay that way until the end, which could be years."
Debby left sobbing. Despite what she had learned, she still
loved her daddy and she wasn't sure how she would get along
without him. (Happily there were more than a few ranchers in
the area who found Debby desirable. She wouldn't be a widow for
long.)
After she left Beth asked, "Is that really the doctor's
opinion?"
"No," said Angela. "We'll have to go with the back-up plan."
John was conscious when his daughters came into the room. He
could understand what was happening to him and what was said to
him, but he hadn't yet recovered the ability to speak or to
control his body.
He hadn't seen either woman for more than a decade, but they
did seem familiar.
"Hello, Daddy," said the red head. "I case you don't recognize
me, I'm your oldest daughter Angela. And this is Beth, the
daughter you would never admit to.
"I suppose I should tell you why we are here." Angela reached
into her lab coat and took out two syringes and a bottle of
insulin. "We're here because it looks like you might recover
and it is the considered opinion of the family that you've lived
too long already. So we're going to make sure that you don't
recover.
"To be honest, Beth and I didn't ask any of the others, but
except for poor Debby, we're sure they would agree with us.
"Don't worry about us. An insulin overdose is not going to be
detected, not in a little country hospital like this. I promise
you, we will get away with this."
Angela began to fill the syringes. "We've been arguing over
whether we should give you enough to kill you, or just enough to
put you into a permanent coma. I would prefer the coma. It
would please me to think of the great John Conners as nothing
but a vegetable."
Now Beth spoke for the first time. "Of course, she can afford
to settle for a coma. You didn't kill her mother."
Angela held up a coin. "We've decided to settle it the
old-fashioned way, with a coin toss." She flipped the coin.
"Call it, Sis."
"Tails," Beth said.
Angela caught the coin, slapped it on her wrist and then pulled
her hand away to look at the coin. "Tails it is," she beamed at
Beth. "We kill the bastard."
John could feel the twin pricks of pain as his daughters each
slammed a syringe into his arms. Angela leaned down next to his
ear and whispered, "This is for ruining my life, you selfish
asshole."
Meantime Beth whispered in his other ear, "This is for my
mother, you murdering piece of shit."
Angela nodded to Beth and both women depressed the plungers
together.
Angela looked down at her father and said, "Bye Bye, Daddy. I
hope it hurts."
And then they left.
For John there was only blackness.
Finis