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My Father, My Husband - 2
By Schariah (schariah1@gmail.com)

***

A girl grows up to discover her true love is her father 
and she lives out her dream by becoming his wife. (Mf, 
ped, inc, bi, exh, 1st, oral, anal) 

***

Chapter VI

I told Bobby first thing when we got back. "I'm 
pregnant!" I whispered, excitedly. 

"That's great, Lizzie" he said with a wide smile, and 
took me into a big bear hug. I wanted to jump up and 
down I was so happy. 

But as our hug ended, I could tell there was something 
wrong. He smiled with his mouth, but not his eyes.

"What's the matter, Bobby?" I asked.

"No, nothing," he said. "Nothing at all. You're going 
to have a baby!" 

"Bobby," I said, stopping him. "What is it?"

He was silent for a moment. "Trevor and I broke up," he 
said. 

I felt so crushed. Bobby and Trevor had seemed so 
happy. Bobby had lost so many relationships, and here 
was another one--a really promising one--gone. "That's 
awful, Bobby," I said. "What happened?" 

"Nothing," he said. "Really. I don't want to talk about 
it."

And he didn't, either. I tried to gently broach the 
subject, but Bobby wouldn't say anything. Finally, 
after two weeks of his failed attempt to pretend he was 
happy, I'd had enough. I called Trevor and asked if we 
could have lunch. I know it was meddling. But I cared 
so much for Bobby... 

Anyway, at lunch, Trevor wasn't angry. He wasn't even 
that sad. He seemed more like he was consoling me. 
Finally, he explained.

"Lizzie," he said, quietly. "Lizzie, I shouldn't tell 
you this, probably. Bobby wouldn't want me to. But... 
It's your Dad. Your relationship with your Dad. 
Bobby... I think he's a little jealous." 

I was stunned. "What? Jealous?"

"Yeah, and I don't mean, jealous that you have a 
husband. I mean, jealous as in--" he paused. "Lizzie, 
Bobby loves your Dad just like you do." 

I said nothing. My eyes were wide.

"You never noticed?" Trevor continued.

"Well... I knew they were close, but..."

"They're very close, Lizzie. But not as close as Bobby 
would like." I still was sat shocked. "Is that so hard 
to believe, Lizzie? You loved your Dad enough to marry 
him, and to have his baby. Bobby grew up alongside you. 
Why shouldn't he feel the same way?" 

His words struck me to the heart. He was right. It made 
perfect sense. And what's more, it was so insensitive 
of me not to notice. All this time, I had focused only 
on my own happiness, and poor Bobby--poor Bobby had 
said nothing, afraid of disrupting my joy! 

"How do you know all this?" I asked. 

"Well, after you left on your honeymoon, Bobby tried to 
hide it, but…well, Bobby can hide things pretty well 
for a while? But eventually it comes out. One night he 
just started crying, and it all came out." 

I felt myself choke up. My eyes began to feel hot with 
tears.

"Lizzie!" Trevor said, immediately realizing how I 
felt. "Oh, Lizzie, please don't be upset! Bobby would 
never want you to feel bad for this—oh, I'm sorry." 

"No, no," I said, getting control of myself. "No, I 
wanted the truth. I understand. It's okay."

But as I drove home, Trevor's words echoed in my ears. 
I could hardly believe how cold I had been, how blind. 
Bobby loved Daddy? Of course he did. Bobby was so like 
me in so many ways. It would be strange for him not to 
feel that way. 

I hated the idea that I'd been insensitive to Bobby. 
But worse, I hated the idea of Bobby being lonely and 
jealous of us. He only lived in the house because we 
liked him there so much—his business was already doing 
well enough that he could afford his own place. Now, he 
probably would move. And I wouldn't have my brother, my 
best friend, around…. I started to cry. It's hard to 
drive when you're crying. 

I found myself turning away from the route home, and 
getting back on the freeway. I would go talk to Anne 
about this.

When I got to Anne's house, she was inside, working on 
a watercolor. "What's the matter?" she asked, as she 
put the brush away. I explained the whole situation—how 
Bobby had apparently been in love with Daddy all this 
time, and here I had just ignored it—how Bobby had been 
so sensitive to my feelings from the first moment, 
years ago, when I first fell in love with Daddy, and 
I'd just never bothered to realize that Bobby felt the 
same way…. 

"Lizzie, Lizzie, calm down," Anne said, taking my hand.

"Oh, what will I do?" I sniffed.

"Lizzie, it's okay. Bobby loves both of you. Whatever 
happens, you three will be all right."

"But never the same," I muttered.

"Of course not, Lizzie, but people's relationships 
change. Your relationship with your father changed, 
right?"

"Yeah," I mumbled. It did feel better for her to talk 
to me. "But I never meant for all of this disruption…. 
And I don't know how to make it right."

"Perhaps you should talk with your father and Bobby 
together."

"And then what? Once he confesses his feelings, we just 
go on, Daddy and me, together, ignoring that?"

"No, not ignoring it," she said, looking down.

I thought for a while. "Letting him in?" I asked, in a 
whisper.

"Only if you can," she whispered back.

"But…" I looked into the distance. I wasn't so sure I 
wanted to share Daddy, either, come to think of it.

After a long silence I looked up at her. "Anne," I 
asked. "Why have you always been so good to us? You 
accepted us from the very beginning, Daddy and me. We 
have a pretty strange situation here and you've never 
condemned us for it. Never called us evil."  

"Of course not," she said. "I don't believe in that. 
Nietzsche says, 'All things done from love are beyond 
good and evil.'"

I smiled. Anne was like that. So deep.

"That's right, Anne," I said. "Beyond good and evil."

When I got home, Bobby was swimming in the pool. I 
stood in the kitchen and watched him through the 
window, admiring the bend and curve of his muscles, and 
the confident long reaches of his arms as he paddled to 
the end. When he reached the end he would breathe, then 
push off with such strength. His body was the perfect 
specimen of a man. He was beautiful. 

Just then I heard the door. It was Daddy, coming home 
from a meeting. I turned and smiled at him. He was 
wearing a dark suit with a bright blue silk tie. So 
handsome. 

"Come here," I said, calmly, feeling the tears again 
behind my eyes.

"What is it, Lizzie?" Daddy asked, sensing immediately 
something was different.

"Look," I said, and we watched Bobby together for 
several minutes, in silence. Daddy took his jacket off, 
draped it over one arm, and kept looking. "He loves 
you, you know," I said, finally.

"Yeah, he's a good man," Daddy said.

"No, I mean…" I looked at Daddy. "I mean, he loves you. 
Loves you like I do."

Daddy looked at me silently. Then he looked back 
outside. Then back at me. "Yes," he said quietly. "I 
know."

"You know?"

"Well, you can tell these things," he said. "But I 
didn't want to say anything to you, because I thought 
it would hurt you. And I won't say anything to him."

"No, Daddy, wait," I said. "Wait… Daddy, I want you to. 
I want us all to be—to be together. I love you both so 
much."

He laughed gently, then pulled me into a hug. "Oh, 
Lizzie, you're very sweet," he said. But after a while 
I pushed away. Then I took his hand.

"Come here," I said. And I led him to the door, then 
out onto the patio. "Bobby!" I called. 

Daddy hesitated "What are you—"

"Bobby!" I called again. Bobby stopped swimming, stood 
in the waist deep water, and pulled his goggles to his 
forehead. "Come here," I said. 

Daddy had stopped protesting. Bobby took a few steps, 
then emerged from the pool like a Greek god, the water 
flowing over his tanned skin and his smooth muscles, 
down his tight chest, over the package in his skin-
tight blue Speedo, and his thick, long legs. 

"Bobby," I began. "Bobby, I—I never realized. I…" I was 
so nervous, you'd think I was confessing *my* love. 
"Bobby," I finally said with determination. "Do you 
love Daddy?"

"What?" Bobby asked, alarmed. Then he looked at me. 
More coolly, he said, "what are you doing?"

"Be honest with me," I said quietly. "Do you love 
Daddy, as I do?"

There was a long pause. Silence was broken only by the 
sound of a distant plane. Then, finally, he looked 
straight at Daddy, who stood there silent, still in his 
tie. "Yes," Bobby said, with a mixture of relief and 
fear. Then there was more silence, this time more 
scary. 

"Oh, Bobby," Daddy said at last. He took a step 
forward. Bobby looked straight into his eyes. And then 
they grabbed each other into a fierce hug. "Oh, Bobby," 
Daddy said again. Then he looked at him. Then Bobby 
leaned forward, and they kissed at last. 

Their lips moved together. Daddy's hands were sliding 
down Bobby's back to his waist, ignoring the water on 
his tie and slacks. Bobby just kept kissing him, living 
out his dream at last.

I stood back and watched as their tongues met. I 
clutched my throat slightly, overcome with emotion. I 
loved these two men so deeply, it was an epiphany to 
watch them finally meet this way.

Bobby reached his hands down Daddy's sides to his belt. 
Their kissing paused, as Bobby undid Daddy's belt, and 
opened his slacks slowly. Daddy let him, then reached 
forward and cupped Bobby's hard cock with his hand, and 
they kissed once more. 

I moved, now, and took one side of Bobby's Speedo with 
my fingers. Daddy took the other side, and together we 
slid the skimpy suit down, off of Bobby's long, 
distended cock. It pointed forward, bouncing slightly. 
Daddy's pants soon slid from him, too, and he stood 
before his son in his black underwear as Bobby removed 
his shirt. Then he crouched down before Daddy and began 
to pull off the black boxers. 

I crouched beside him. I was still wearing my high 
black stilettos, my dark skirt, and my pink silk 
blouse, but I didn't think about that. I just reveled 
in the sight when Bobby pulled Daddy's shorts down and 
his long thick meat popped out before our eyes. I 
looked at Bobby and he looked at me, and together we 
moved forward. 

Each of us took one side of that long shaft into our 
mouths. We licked at it together, then Bobby took it 
into his mouth, sucked it a few times, and then pulled 
back for my turn. Bobby was holding the base of Daddy's 
cock for me as I took a few long strokes, and then 
pulled back for him to start again. Together we shared 
our father's penis, tasting it alternately, licking it 
together, sometimes kissing deeply, our tongues 
touching around the hot round head of Daddy's dick. 

We sucked it together for several minutes. I sucked 
Daddy's balls while Bobby bounced back and forth on the 
thick meat. Finally I whispered softly in Bobby's ear. 
"Do you want him inside you?"

"Oh, yes! Oh yes, Lizzie, I want him to fuck me!" He 
practically shouted it between long deep strokes of his 
mouth on Daddy's cock. I looked up at my husband, who 
watched us both with hazy, half-closed eyes. He was in 
heaven. So were we. 

"I'll be right back," I said, and I got up and went 
inside.

By the time I came back with the lube on a silver tray, 
Bobby was lying on his back on a lounge chair, and 
Daddy, fully naked, was curled over him, sucking on 
Bobby's penis. It was an awesome sight. Daddy's tight 
ass pointed to me, his back bouncing up and down with 
his blow job. Bobby had his hands on either side of 
Daddy's face, and was staring at him with the deepest 
love. It was so moving. I paused only for an instant, 
but then I was beside them. 

Silently I handed Daddy the bottle. Bobby began to get 
up and turn over. "No," Daddy said. He looked at me, 
and poured some lube on his hand. He began to lather it 
on his shaft. "No, I want to look at you when I fuck 
you for the first time, Bobby," he said. 

Bobby lay back and spread his legs, his hard cock 
pointing skyward. Daddy lubed his ass gently with one 
hand, then handed me the bottle again with the other. I 
put it aside. Then I crouched beside them. Daddy moved 
into position, and Bobby lifted his legs up over 
Daddy's shoulders. 

With one hand, I grasped my husband's dick, and 
positioned it right at Bobby's entrance. "I love you, 
Bobby," I said. He turned and looked at me. Then he 
took my hand in his. 

"I love you too," he said. And then Daddy began to 
push.

Bobby opened easily for him, and Daddy's long, thick 
inches entered in a slow, smooth motion. Bobby's hand 
tightened its grip on me as my husband penetrated him. 
It seemed to take a long time, because Daddy's 
wonderful dick is so big. Finally, Daddy was all the 
way inside him, down to the root. Bobby was staring 
into his eyes with love. Then he kissed Daddy again, 
and turned to me. "Your husband feels so good inside 
me," he said. 

Daddy began to pump him, smoothly, with long strokes. I 
watched as his cock pulled almost all the way out, with 
just the head left inside, and then slid back in 
without a pause, like a well oiled machine. His shaft 
was gleaming with the lubricant, and Bobby's round ass 
accepted his every inch, and his body every thrust, 
just as I had so many times. Daddy's balls hung low, 
bouncing each time he filled Bobby's ass. 

My husband was gripping his son by the shoulders and 
sliding into him with determination and grace. Bobby 
was groaning with pleasure at the depth of penetration. 
I was so wet and hot, I thought I would go crazy if 
this lasted any longer. I lifted my skirt up my legs, 
and with one hand I pulled my green panties to one 
side. With the other, I began toying with my soaking 
clit. 

Bobby's groans were rising to little yelps. "Yes!" he 
would cry when Daddy's body would slam against him. 
Daddy was grunting with the effort, trying to give 
Bobby every ounce of his manhood. 

My finger was flicking madly over the hard point of my 
clitoris. My legs began to weaken. I sat down on the 
cement of the patio, and kept playing with my button. 
Daddy's thrusts were coming faster now. 

"Yes! Yes!" Bobby began to shout. "Yes! Fuck me, Dad! 
Oh, yes!" Daddy's thrusts were so hard now that the 
lounge chair began to scoot across the deck. "Oh, Dad! 
Oh, I'm going to come! I'm going to—" and just then 
Bobby's long shaft began to shoot out a fountain of 
white cum, spraying high into the air and splattering 
against Daddy's belly. Three or four long, thick spurts 
blasted out of him before my own orgasm overcame me, 
and I cried out. My fingers were dancing over my hot 
clit, my pussy went into spasms, and I shouted in 
pleasure. 

"OHHHHH!" I cried. My fingers felt the soaking wetness 
of my cum leaking out of me as my cunt continued to 
flutter. My body felt long waves of pleasure racing 
over my skin, then shaking my bones. 


I could hear Bobby's groans of pleasure still, as his 
thick semen continued to pour out of him, coating his 
and Daddy's skin with thick cream. Just then, Daddy 
yelled, "OHHHHH!" threw his head back, and slammed deep 
inside Bobby. 

"Yes!" I cried, my own pulses shuddering through me as 
my finger kept fucking me. "Give it to him! Give him 
your cum!" 

Daddy needed no encouragement. His balls constricted, 
his penis expanded, and his sperm shot into Bobby's 
bowels. "AAAAAAHHHH!" He shouted, his arm muscles tight 
as steel bands. His ass clenched, then clenched again, 
then clenched again, with the effort. Each time, he 
would shoot another rope of boiling sperm into Bobby's 
ass. Again and again, he flooded Bobby with his heat. 
Bobby seemed insane with ecstasy. He was licking wildly 
at Daddy's face, neck, and cheeks, and clutching his 
skin with his fingers like talons. 

Then he kissed Daddy as hard as he could, clenching his 
ass muscles down on Daddy's dick at the same time. He 
wanted that cum as much as I did. He had wanted it for 
so long. Daddy's ass kept squeezing tight, then 
loosening, then clenching, each time his balls would 
pump, long and slow. He poured his liquid into Bobby 
until he was drained completely. 

Then Daddy fell forward. Bobby hugged him tightly, 
letting his legs fall, and after a minute Daddy rose. 
He slid out of Bobby's slick ass. He stood at his son's 
feet, his slowly deflating cock dripping with sperm and 
lubricant. He smiled. Bobby slid one foot onto the 
ground, then another, and rose beside Daddy, the two of 
them naked, beautiful, lovers. They kissed again, then 
with a laugh they simultaneously leaped into the pool. 
The splash died out just as the last little glimmers of 
my orgasm faded away. 

Chapter VII

The rest of the evening, we spent laughing and talking 
by the pool, wrapped in Chinese silk robes. The sun was 
setting, shooting red fire up at the undersides of the 
distant clouds, as Daddy and Bobby and I sat on 
cushions around a lazy-susan and ate dinner. Daddy held 
Bobby close, his arm around his new lover, and they 
kissed and shared grapes and peaches. I loved seeing 
them together like this, Bobby smiling broadly, their 
silly little jokes sending us all into exaggerated 
laughter. Daddy's tender caresses were so loving, so 
genuine, so natural. 

And yet I couldn't help the strange feeling stirring 
inside myself. I didn't like the feeling, but when 
Daddy would laugh at something Bobby said, or kiss him 
on the cheek, I felt throat tightening, and a sudden 
urge to leap up and tear them apart, and throw myself 
into Daddy's arms! The jealousy inside me was starting 
to build, and I tried to clench it down, to hold it 
deep in the pit of my stomach. How ridiculous of me. To 
bring them together like this and so quickly to feel 
like their time was over now, and that they must pay 
attention to me? Ridiculous. Childish. And yet there it 
was. 

"I'm so lucky, to have two such wonderful lovers," 
Daddy said at one point. "Not many people find the love 
of their lives. And here, I've found you both, right 
here in front of me," he said. Then he beckoned me 
over. I moved to sit on his other side. He put his arm 
around me, too. "I don't think I could ever want 
anything more," he said, looking down into our faces, 
alternately. 

We talked on, watching the stars emerge. I became quiet 
and contemplative. I was conscious of the scent of 
jasmine, the shimmering pinpoints of light in the sky, 
the sience of the red moon at the horizon, and the 
indescribable energy flowing from the new life in my 
womb. Daddy and Bobby chattered together like kids, 
like they had been delivered or released from bondage. 
I tried to laugh along with them and offer little 
wisecracks, and when the conversation turned to 
business, I told them my thoughts on the market and our 
investments. I brought them red wine, and myself a 
coke, and I nestled against the warm darkness of the 
late summer night. 

Finally when it grew too dark, we went inside. Bobby 
pulled me aside as we put our plates on the kitchen 
counter and Daddy headed for the shower. "Lizzie," he 
whispered; he leaned in to look me straight in the 
eyes. He was so handsome, so masculine. He seemed bold, 
and new, and fresh, like he had just come down from the 
sky. "Lizzie," he said, "thank you. I love you. I will 
always be so grateful. Thank you." 

I thought he might cry, and I felt again a stab of 
guilt. "I love you too, Bobby," I said. "Whatever will 
make us happy." I threw my arms around him. The 
brilliant colors of our robes clashed as we held each 
other tightly. 

Then Bobby pulled away. "Now you two go to bed," he 
said. 

"You're coming too, right?" I asked.

"No, no. This is time you should spend with your 
husband," he said. I said nothing. Bobby leaned forward 
and kissed me. The warmth of his breath on my face, and 
the slight scratch of the stubble on his cheeks, stayed 
with me long after our kiss ended. 

I showered and put on a little see-through baby-doll 
nightie. I never wore anything under it. When I went 
into the bedroom, Bobby and Daddy were just kissing 
goodnight—Bobby still in his robe, whispered something 
in Daddy's ear, and then smiled at me as he left. 
Daddy, nude in the bed with the sheets wrapped around 
him to his waist. The pack of muscles in his tummy 
showed prominently in the nightlight. "Come here, 
sugar," he said. 

I slid into the bed beside him and he pulled me against 
him. I rested my head on his chest, and he kissed the 
top of my head. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I said.

"No, really. You seem to be feeling a little jealous 
about me and Bobby."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "It's stupid of me. Here I 
was so ignorant of Bobby's feelings for so long, and 
now here I am doing the same thing all over again."

"It's understandable, Lizzie," he said. "But where 
would we be without him? You and I would never have 
come together if Bobby hadn't cared about our love." 
Then he pulled my chin gently so I was looking up at 
him. He stared into my eyes with that intensity that 
always sent shivers through me. "Lizzie," he said with 
determination. "Lizzie, I will always love you 
completely. You and I will never be separated, ever. 
Bobby is part of us—he's not going to divide our love. 
It's always been the three of us against the world, 
right? And it's just like that, is all. We're like…like 
three links in a chain. Only, not a chain because we're 
free, not tied down." 

The words sank into me. Of course he was right. "I love 
you," I said.

"And I love you. And Bobby loves you. More than you 
have ever realized, maybe."

"I do realize it," I said quietly.

"Why don't you go say good night to him?" Daddy asked 
quietly. Then he smiled, and I smiled too.

I slowly got up, and with quiet steps I made my way 
down the hall to Bobby's room. The door was slightly 
open, and I pushed it and entered the darkness. Only a 
little nightlight near the floor existed in the black, 
but it was enough to reveal Bobby's body, lying naked 
above the sheets in the warm night air. 

"Hi, Bobby," I whispered as I sat on the edge of the 
bed.

"Hi, Lizzie," he said.

"I'm sorry about my confusion earlier," I said. "It's 
just a little new to me, is all."

"I know, sweetheart," he said. "Lizzie—" I felt a hand 
on my waist. "Lizzie, I will never try to take Daddy 
away from you. I love you both so much. I want us to be 
together forever, just as we always have been." 

"I know," I said. "Thank you."

"Thank you," he said. I leaned over the dark outline of 
his head, and moved to kiss him. I felt his lips meet 
mine. They were firm and warm. We kissed slowly, like 
we were just discovering it. After a few seconds, I 
felt his tongue gently teasing against mine, and I 
welcomed his deeper kiss. 

His hands grasped my waist through the thin gauze of my 
nightie, as he continued to kiss me. Then I felt his 
mouth moving down my throat, licking and nibbling at my 
skin. It all seemed to fit so perfectly, and without a 
word, I moved over him, kneeling on either side of his 
body. 

He returned his mouth to mine, as I placed my hands 
against his solid chest, and his began to slide up my 
legs to cup my ass. I felt my nipples harden at the 
contact. We seemed to be thinking together. I lifted 
up, feeling the warm juices flowing inside me, just as 
he helped me to rise and I felt the hard point of his 
shaft touch my entrance. 

Without a word, I simply eased myself down on him, my 
pussy opening to accept my brother's cock for the first 
time. Bobby was truly ours, now. A link in our chain. I 
felt his inches moving into me, deeper and deeper, 
sliding in with my slow movement, until I sat all the 
way on him. It took my breath away, the feeling of his 
hardness inside me, moving gently whenever we breathed. 
It felt so perfect. I simply looked at his face, now 
slowly becoming visible as my eyes adjusted to the 
darkness. I felt the warmth of his breath and the 
gentle tickling of my hair as it fell down in a broad 
circle around our heads. I gently moved up and down his 
rod, my juices flowing around the thick shaft of his 
penis. 

Bobby helped steady me with his hands on my hips, but 
it didn't take long. Bobby was so excited, he couldn't 
really hold back. With a stifled cry, he began to go 
into his orgasm. I bounced harder on him as I felt the 
first wave of energy flash through his muscles. His 
body jerked, his hips lurched up, and with a broad 
pulse, his semen splashed into my depths. "Ohhhh," he 
groaned, feeling for the first time his seed flow into 
his sister. 

I relished the feeling, the power of his orgasm, and 
the idea that I had given it to him. With one hand I 
gently brushed back the hairs from his forehead. Beads 
of sweat met my fingertips, as I stared down into his 
eyes. The climax wracked his body; he blasted into me 
again, and then once more. I just absorbed his thrusts, 
his cum, his ecstasy, with delicate adoration. "Yes," I 
whispered in the darkness. "Yes." His penis continued 
to throb. 

Just then I felt another pair of hands touch my 
bouncing ass, grasping the bottom of my nightie, and 
lifting it up. Daddy was revealing me before his new 
lover. Bobby's thick cock had stopped spouting, but it 
was still hard, and I kept swaying over him, loving the 
way it felt each time it penetrated my deepest points. 
In a second I was naked, my breasts bouncing in front 
of Bobby's face. I felt myself getting hotter as I 
moved up and down on Bobby's seven inches. Daddy's 
hands moved up and down my back, gently tracing his 
fingers against my skin. 

I began to move faster, as Bobby began to fuck me with 
real determination. Then I felt what I somehow knew was 
coming—the tip of Daddy's oiled dick against my ass. 
Again, saying nothing, only the sound of our breath 
filling the room, I leaned forward over Bobby to give 
Daddy better access. I felt Bobby's hands separating 
the curved cheeks of my ass as Daddy used his hands to 
guide his long meat to my second entrance. I felt the 
pressure, then, against my point. 

It was like nothing I had ever known—far beyond the 
feeling any vibrator had ever given me—to feel the 
pressure of two hot cocks, of the two men I loved. I 
felt Daddy's pressure build; I tried to relax for him, 
to open for him. Then there was the moment of 
penetration, when my flower opened and the wide head of 
his dick entered. Then the long, slow push while he 
shafted the rest of himself into me; the two pieces of 
manhood next to each other inside me, sent me into 
another world. 

"Oh my GOD!" I cried, breaking the silence as the joy 
became too much. "OH my god, it's so good…so good…oh, 
god, oh, god…." He was only halfway in, but already I 
thought I might die of pleasure. Daddy pulled back a 
little and then shoved in again, this time going all 
the way. Then we were just still, reveling in the 
sensations. I felt like the center of the universe. My 
two lovers were inside me, their thick cocks almost 
meeting at a point close to where my baby was starting 
to grow. At that instant I wanted nothing more than to 
feel their cum inside me. Just the thought sent a 
shiver of ecstasy through me. 

Then they began to thrust, quickly finding a rhythm 
together. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I could 
only feel the awesome power of their thrusts sending 
jolts of pure pleasure through my body. "OH FUUUUCK 
MEEE!" I cried, bouncing between them. The points of my 
nipples were so alive they almost hurt as they bounced 
against Bobby's skin. The four hot hands on my waist 
held me just right as they would pull me down against 
their two shafts, then push me up, until just the two 
heads were penetrating me. Then down again, until I was 
so full of their love I thought I might explode. 

I began to come—or maybe I'd been coming all along. I 
screamed, my body shivered and convulsed. I felt my ass 
squeezing down on Daddy, and my pussy squeezing on 
Bobby. I was simply their plaything, the focus of their 
power. "Fuck me, oh, god, oh, fuck me," I cried, 
gasping for air. The scent of our sweat, the heat of 
our skin, the rustling of the sheets, and the thick, 
hot, hardness of the two cocks pounding away inside my 
loins, were all the sensations I could grasp. 

"Oh fuck me!" I cried again and again. My body shivered 
and shook again and again. I threw my head back and 
forth as they kept up their rhythm, filling me, then 
emptying, then filling me again.

"AAAAH!" I shouted once more as another wave of my 
orgasm ran through me, throwing me back against Daddy's 
chest. I was squeezing Bobby's flesh with my hands, as 
I was clenching at them with my inner muscles. It was 
just one long orgasm. Sparks were going off behind my 
eyelids, and still I wanted more. They fucked me and 
fucked me, each thrust setting off another explosion of 
pleasure deep inside my hips. 

Then I felt Daddy speed up. I knew what that meant. 
"YES! OH, GOD, COME INSIDE ME, BOTH OF YOU!" I shouted 
again. Daddy's hands pulled even tighter, and then he 
slammed up inside me. Bobby, knowing just what to do, 
sped up at just the right instant so that he could slam 
into me also. He, too, threw his head back, his muscles 
pulling tight. And together their groans filled the air 
as their cocks burst forth and poured their liquid 
essence into me. With long, powerful shudders, their 
two bodies seemed throw their whole being downward and 
into me. Their balls pulsed, their penises bucked, and 
long fountains of white cream erupted inside my belly. 
Their hands clutched at me as they shuddered a third, 
and a fourth time. Together they fucked their cum as 
deep into me as they could reach. The magical moment 
seemed to last forever. We soared, all of us, on a 
perfect instant of ecstasy. 

"Give it to me," I said, as I felt their shafts move 
again, and gobs of cum continue to spurt inside me. 
"Give it all to me. I love you."

Then, finally, slowly, they descended from their 
heights. As they withdrew, their sperm flooded down my 
legs, onto the sheets. I collapsed on the damp bed, 
unable to do anything but breathe. My hair was a mess, 
my body just glowing with the warmth of our lovemaking. 
Daddy leaned forward and kissed Bobby deeply, their two 
half-hard cocks shining slightly from the nightlight. 
Then the two turned to me, and shared a long, 
languorous kiss with me. "I love you," we all said 
together. 

Chapter VIII 

The next several months were a blur of joy and 
excitement. It was the beginning of fall, my favorite 
season, and soon my pregnancy would be showing. So, of 
course, I needed all new clothes! 

Daddy and I and Bobby had been invited to a special 
Halloween night hosted by Anne. It was to be an adult-
themed Halloween, and Bobby was especially excited, 
because, well, you know how gay guys love Halloween! 
Since this would probably be the last time before my 
belly started to grow, Bobby and I decided to be 
especially daring. We had costumes made for us--we went 
as Adam and Eve, and Daddy went as the serpent. Isn't 
that cute? Bobby and I had body stockings with little 
leaves sewn on them to cover us. Daddy had a long, 
tight body suit in brown, with scales on the back, and 
a snake mask with scary fangs. We looked great! 

We got to Anne's house late, about 10. She was so happy 
we were there. There were a lot of people, many in the 
most imaginative costumes! Anne has a pretty big house, 
two stories, and as she took our coats she explained. 
"Great costumes," she laughed. "Look, upstairs is where 
the action is. I like to keep it a family show down 
here. So there's plenty to eat and drink over there in 
the kitchen, and you can mingle as you like, but if, 
um, the spirit moves you to express your love in a 
physical way, there are plenty of beds and soft floor 
mats upstairs, okay?" she winked at me. I laughed and 
kissed her on the cheek. Anne's the best. 

The party was pretty cool. There were people dressed as 
superheroes and figures from history. There was one guy 
dressed as an Egyptian god, with his skin painted gold, 
and wearing a headdress and a loincloth. He was really 
fit, and somehow the gold skin really turned me on. And 
there was a tall, voluptuous woman dressed like Marilyn 
Monroe in "The Seven-Year Itch." I even ran into Cheryl 
and JoAnne. They were dressed in cat suits that clung 
to their bodies. Cheryl was a tiger, and JoAnne was a 
lion--she even had her hair all teased out like a mane. 
Their face-paint was the best part. It really looked 
cute. We all talked for a bit, and waved at some other 
people we knew. Professor Watson was there. 

"You know, he and Anne have a thing going," Cheryl said 
quietly.

"Really? I had no idea! But he's married."

"Yeah," she said. "I don't know if they have an open 
marriage or if he's cheating on his wife, or what," she 
answered, with a raise of her eyebrows. "I didn't want 
to ask Anne outright." 

"Huh," I said, a little shaken. "Wow. It would just 
kill me if Daddy cheated on me, I think. I can't 
imagine what that must be like. I mean, if it's 
consensual, that's one thing." I thought of Daddy and 
Bobby. That certainly wasn't cheating. Why would it be 
cheating if it was behind my back? Funny, the lie is 
what would hurt. Not the sex. 

"Well, JoAnne and I are going to go check out 
upstairs," she said. Daddy and I smiled at her. 

"Have fun," we said. But I was still thinking about 
infidelity. If Daddy was with anyone else but Bobby, 
I'd be destroyed. But if Bobby slept with someone else, 
I don't think I'd mind. Yet I love him, too, and I've 
even been with him, sort of. Was it just that we hadn't 
actually fucked? How strange emotions are! 

My thoughts lifted when I heard Daddy's voice by my 
ear. He was behind me, his chin on my shoulder. "Come 
on," he said. "Want to go upstairs?"

I turned to him, the serious look on my face. I kissed 
him deeply, for a long time, not a sexual kiss, really. 
"I love you, Daddy," I said. 

"I love you too, Lizzie," he said, serious as well. 
"With all my heart. Don't worry about us. I will never 
betray you." Daddy always seemed to know just what was 
on my mind.

"You better not," I said with a laugh. "Or I'll rip 
your dick off." 

We laughed, then took each other's hands, and made our 
way up the stairs.

Everything was different up there. Right by the top of 
the stairs was a man sitting on the floor, completely 
naked, the remnants of his costume--a toga--lying on 
the floor. He had an enormous dick, it must have been 
ten inches long, and it was pointing hard and straight 
at the face of a girl who looked like she was maybe 14. 
But maybe it was the costume--she was wearing a school 
girl outfit, with a plaid skirt and a white blouse, and 
pigtails. She her mouth bobbed up and down as much of 
it as she could take. She was moving with rapid slurps, 
ignoring us completely. 

Daddy and I watched for a while, and the man leaned 
forward just enough to grasp some of the fabric of her 
skirt, and pull it up over her hips. Beneath, she 
wasn't wearing any panties, and her bald pussy was 
glistening. The insides of her thighs were shining with 
cum. He was offering her to us. We smiled and shook our 
heads and he went back to relishing the enthusiastic 
blow job. 

Daddy and I made our way down the hall, peeking in at 
the doors. Bobby had disappeared shortly after we 
showed up, and we were wondering if maybe he was in one 
of these. But we didn't see him. Instead we saw a wild 
menagerie of sex, mostly naked people, but some in 
costumes. There was a woman with body paint like an 
Indian squaw, sandwiched between two men, one in her 
ass, one below her in her cunt. She was screaming with 
pleasure as she came on them. 

In another room, the Marilyn Monroe girl, still fully 
in her costume, was bouncing up and down on the lap of 
a naked man, her arms around the hips of a tall, black 
man whose thick meat was deep in her mouth. She was in 
ecstasy, her eyes clenched tightly shut. Just as we 
watched, the black man came with a growl. Marilyn kept 
sucking on his pole, swallowing fast as his cream 
poured into her mouth, but she wasn't fast enough. He 
pulled out a little and blasted three or four long 
strings of cream onto her cheeks and into her open 
mouth. It dripped off her tongue and down her throat. 

On the floor beside their bed, a man with a crown of 
olive leaves on his head was fucking the ass of a 
little boy, perhaps 13 years old, who wore around his 
neck a collar with a long chain hanging from it. The 
boy was smiling broadly, his teeth showing bright as he 
bounced back into the man's powerful thrusts. "Yes! 
Yes!" he cried happily in a soft voice. The man's hips 
were slapping against his ass with loud slaps. As we 
left, we heard the man groan as he came. 

In the next room were Cheryl and JoAnne. Cheryl was on 
all fours, and JoAnne was pounding her from behind with 
a strap-on. We paused in the doorway to watch. Cheryl's 
suit was lying on the floor, and she was completely 
naked, her tits bouncing with each of JoAnne's thrusts. 
JoAnne held her hips tightly, and gritted her teeth 
with determination as she fucked her girlfriend. "Oh, 
FUUUUUCK!" Cheryl was shouting. 

She lifted her head toward the ceiling, the veins on 
her neck showing, her eyes closed with pleasure. "Oh, 
GODDDD!" The dildo pounded into her fiercely, filling 
her little pussy again and again. I reached over and 
stroked the bulging front of Daddy's costume. He smiled 
at me and kept watching. JoAnne slowed her motions and 
looked up to smile at us. She was still wearing her cat 
suit. Her mane of hair was fluttering with each push. 
She ran her fingertips up over Cheryl's back, then back 
down to her hips. She rolled her own hips a little, as 
if opening Cheryl some more. Cheryl enjoyed the pause, 
swiveling her pelvis and keeping her eyes closed. then 
JoAnne gripped her waist again with both hands and 
began ramming into her once more. "OH YES! Oh, god, oh 
god, oh god," she muttered with each thrust. 

We moved on, now, and found an empty room with nothing 
but a blue mat on the floor. As we walked through the 
doorway, I looked behind us down the hall. The girl in 
the school uniform was still bent over the man's lap, 
but behind her was a man, pumping his cock greedily 
into her pussy. 

I was so hot I thought I might just rape Daddy at this 
point, but he took me into an embrace before I could do 
anything. He kissed me fiercely. I melted against him, 
and felt him siding the zipper down my body stocking. 
It quickly fell to the floor, leaving me completely 
naked. He cupped my ass with his hands as he kept 
kissing me. I yanked at his outfit until it was lying 
on the floor and Daddy was kneeling between my spread 
thighs, his fierce looking meat pointing at me, like I 
was a target. 

In a flash, he was inside me and pumping, deep in my 
belly. God I loved it when he just took me like that. I 
clutched at his shoulders, closing my eyes to enjoy the 
power of his manhood. He never let up, just pounding 
into my wet center, fucking me until it seemed like he 
controlled every motion of my body, even my breathing. 
I came quickly, shuddering and throbbing around his 
penis as it kept ramming into me. I was clutching at 
his sweaty skin, my mouth dry and my eyes clenched 
tightly shut as the waves of pleasure tore through me. 
I could feel my nipples scraping against his chest, his 
hands holding my hips firmly to absorb his thrusts. 
Stars swirled in my vision as I shook again with my 
orgasm. 

Then Daddy pulled out of me, and turned me around so I 
was on all fours. I followed his lead like a dancer, 
and immediately took his thick cock into my mouth. I 
loved tasting myself on him. This was my daddy, my 
husband, my penis to play with as I wanted. Mine… 

Just then I felt something touch me from behind. I 
turned quickly, and I saw Bobby crouched down behind 
me, and instantly I felt his tongue touch my pussy ever 
so gently. I rolled my eyes back in my head and pushed 
back against him, wanting more. His tongue slid into 
me, then up and down my lips. Daddy pulled my head back 
to him and I resumed sucking on his hot shaft. Bobby 
was lapping at my entrance, and I felt myself about to 
come again. 

But just then Daddy once again took me in hand. Without 
a word from any of us, he turned me around, so that I 
was hovering over Bobby in a 69 position. His long hard 
cock pointed straight at my face. I immediately began 
licking at it, savoring the taste. Daddy then moved 
behind me and slowly entered me again. It took my 
breath away every time he did that. 

I slid back against him to get him as deep as possible, 
just as Bobby began to lap at my clit. His arms wrapped 
around my hips, his hands cupped my ass, as Daddy's 
hands held my waist so that he could fuck me smoothly. 
I groaned deep, closing my eyes in pleasure, loving the 
heat of Bobby's skin against my belly, the strength of 
their muscular arms holding me in place, the power of 
Daddy's long shaft inside me. 

"Oh, GOD YES," I growled. "Oh my god that is so good!"

I lowered my head over Bobby's dick again, my hair 
flaring out around his thighs. I slid my mouth up and 
down his manhood. It tasted delicious and I loved the 
heat of it against my tongue. I knew I could take 
Bobby's cum quickly if I wanted it. I moved faster, 
swirling my tongue around him. 

I felt Daddy leave me, then, for an instant. And I 
realized that Bobby was sucking his thick shaft, 
cleaning it of my juices. Then I felt Bobby lifting it 
again and pointing it at my lips. Daddy slid back into 
me, and Bobby went back to my clitoris. I kept sliding 
my lips up and down, savoring the heat. 

Then, once more, Daddy pulled his manhood free of me 
and lowered it to Bobby's mouth. He licked at the 
shaft, sucking in my flavors before returning it to 
drill into me once again. "Ohhhh," I groaned at the 
full penetration. 

Bobby's licking now became intense, as he sensed my 
orgasm rising. I, too, increased my pace. I heard my 
brother start to grunt a little, and then in a rush, I 
felt the hot liquid start to spurt into my mouth. 
"AAAAH!" he cried, and a flood of hot sperm flooded 
over my tongue. I drank it down as quickly as it came, 
in long, thick shots of heat. I swallowed again, and 
then a third time, not missing a single drop as his 
balls poured his essence out. 

Just then Daddy pulled out once more, and I heard that 
cry I knew so well. I felt a long hot string of cum 
splash against my ass, then another against my inner 
thigh, and then I felt Bobby's hand grabbing for 
Daddy's spurting cock. In an instant, it was pouring 
Daddy's seed into Bobby's gaping mouth. He drank down 
shot after shot of cream. Daddy had been holding back 
for so long, that the cum just rolled out of him in 
long streams, splattering on his tongue, against his 
cheeks. Seven or eight jolts wracked Daddy's muscular 
body, his balls constricting hard against him, and his 
long shaft spurting again and again. Bobby's face was 
by now covered in his cream, and he swallowed what he 
could with satisfaction. Then, he returned Daddy's long 
shaft to my pussy, and Daddy thrust into me with the 
same vigor. 

I felt Bobby's face, slimy with sperm, reach up and 
once again tease my clit. It was just enough. I blasted 
into another orgasm, screaming at the top of my voice 
as I rose up against Daddy's chest. His hands held me 
to him as his thrusting continued, and I hopped up and 
down on him and on Bobby's hungry tongue. "AAAAAAH!" I 
screamed, my eyes clenched shut, my body shaking 
uncontrollably. I was out of control. My body was 
shaking, I was squealing, my hair was flying in every 
direction. Bobby's tongue kept working magic on my clit 
as my pussy muscles squeezed hard on Daddy's long 
shaft. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. I 
couldn't do anything but shudder and hold on as Daddy 
kept fucking me. My body kept shaking. My tits were 
bouncing with my body's irregular movements—all was 
sensation and joy. With one final convulsion, my pussy 
squeezed hard on Daddy's cock and then I collapsed on 
Bobby's sweating skin, exhausted and panting like I'd 
run a marathon. 

I slid down to the floor, and once more took Bobby's 
hard cock into my mouth. Daddy eased himself down 
behind me, and I felt the warm touch of his tongue 
against my inner thighs, then opening my pussy lips and 
dipping into me. Bobby moved up and took Daddy's long 
cock into his mouth once more, licking it clean of my 
juices again. The three of us nursed on each other, 
gently, not wanting to push things too much after our 
wonderful orgasms. My god, I thought we really were 
links in a chain. There was no need for jealousy or 
fear. We really were one. 

Afterwards, Daddy got us some drinks as Bobby and I 
hugged and laughed. 

We sat silently on a couch at the end of the hall, 
watching couples and threesomes moving from room to 
room. Near the stairs, another man was enjoying that 
lucky girl's pussy.

"Bobby," I said quietly. "Why don't you and Daddy get 
married too?"

"What?" he said, looking down at me.

"You know, just like we did."

"But that's just it, you're married…"

I laughed. "What, you're going to say bigamy is 
illegal? So is incest!"

"Well, yeah, but" Bobby stammered. Then he laughed, 
too. "Well, we can think about that later," he said. 
"Dad would have to—"

"To what?" It was Daddy's voice. He'd come from the 
room behind us just then. He was still naked, his 
beautiful physique looking like a Greek statute. "I 
would have to agree?"

We looked at him. Daddy handed me a drink then reached 
down and put his hand against Bobby's cheek. "I'd have 
to ask?" he said.

Bobby was silent, looking up at Daddy with love in his 
eyes. 

"Then I'll ask. Let's get married too, Bobby," he said.

Bobby smiled brightly. It looked for a moment like he 
might cry. 

"Would you like that?" Daddy said, when Bobby didn't 
say anything.

"Oh, Dad," he said. "Oh, Dad, I'd love that."

Daddy leaned down and they kissed, a long, slow, gentle 
touch of the lips. "Then let's do it," Daddy said.

Chapter VIII

The wedding was planned for January. Of course, by 
then, I'd be six months along. But I did what I could 
to help with the planning. Once again, Anne was 
indispensable too.

Professor Watson explained that there was really no way 
of fudging this one, the way he had done for Daddy and 
me. So it would have to just be an unofficial ceremony. 
But we were okay with that. Legalities didn't matter 
much anyway. Law's what happens to people who can't 
afford lawyers, and by now—well, to be honest, we were 
rich. Daddy's financial work had paid off (with help 
from me, if I do say so myself) and Bobby's software 
business was very strong. 

So we decided to have the ceremony in Florida, and then 
for the honeymoon we would sail to the Caribbean. Daddy 
had some business friends who owned an island there and 
who would lease it to us for six months. Maybe I could 
convince him to buy it. 

The wedding day was perfect. Sunny and cool. Daddy and 
Bobby in their tuxes. This time I wore a light white 
dress with bright red embroidery, in memory of my own 
wedding day. I was so happy, even if I did feel a 
little fat in my dress. I was always self-conscious 
that way, I guess. There were a dozen guests, all our 
closest friends—just the ones we could trust with our 
little secrets. 

We all three said vows, this time. We had to alter 
them, of course: "Do you take each other," and all 
that. And we all said "I do" at the same time. Watching 
Daddy slide the ring on Bobby's finger as so moving. 
I'll never forget how the gold glittered under the 
lights, like the tears I was trying so hard to hold 
back. 

At the reception, we all traded dances, and Daddy fed 
both of us wedding cake. Bobby joked that it was 
wonderful being my wife, and I told him that if he was 
my wife, he would have to pick up a little more around 
the house! 

We left the next morning on Daddy's brand new yacht, 
the *Elizabeth.* It was gorgeous—just like I'd 
sometimes dreamed when I was younger. We had hired a 
crew at top dollar—a chef, even!—with instructions that 
they were to say absolutely nothing about what went on 
on board. 

The boat sailed first for Martinique, and then St. 
Lucia. We shopped at some of the wonderful boutiques, 
and enjoyed the tropical fruit and the amazing natural 
beauty. But my favorite thing was just to enjoy the 
ship and to enjoy being with my husband and my new 
"wife." I hated the way I looked in a bathing suit, but 
Daddy and Bobby tried to make me feel better. Then we 
left for our own island, and we were truly on our own. 
It was delicious. 

On the second morning I awoke to find myself alone. All 
around me I could hear only the sound of the sea and 
the random noises of the boat as it swayed. I was lying 
in the oversized bed that I and my two husbands were 
sharing; wrapped around my legs were the cool cotton 
sheets, shining bright white with the morning sun. I 
was so lucky I never got morning sickness! In fact, I 
couldn't have been more comfortable. I stretched lazily 
and then gently rubbed my swelling tummy. 


I got up to look for my boys. Clad in my thin white 
nightie I climbed the stairs and went out on deck. The 
hiss of the sea and the cool mist over the water were 
all that greeted me. I stepped gingerly around the 
corner, careful with my bare feet on the wet deck. As I 
came up on one side I found the two beautiful men, 
nestling down with each other as newlyweds do. And I 
knew immediately that this was something very unique. 

Daddy was on all fours on a thick mat, his trim, 
muscular physique shining in the sun. Behind him, 
kissing his back and rubbing his hands across his skin, 
was Bobby, his hard dick pointing out with eager 
anticipation. Daddy moved his head back and they shared 
a long, slow kiss. It was so beautiful. This would be 
Daddy's first time being penetrated. He had been with 
men before we were married, but he had never received a 
man inside him. 

I leaned against the railing and just watched as their 
tongues touched and they lingered over each other. 
Bobby was up against Daddy's back, and he broke the 
kiss slowly to reach over toward the bottle of 
lubricant lying beside them. That was when Bobby saw 
me. He smiled broadly, and I smiled back. 

Bobby gestured to me, and I shook my head, but he 
insisted. So I moved toward them, and at Bobby's silent 
motion, I picked up the bottle and opened it. None of 
us said a word. Daddy just looked up at me as I poured 
some on my hand and then rubbed it on Bobby's hot 
penis. The air was just a tiny bit chilled--enough to 
harden my nipples into little points against my nightie 
as it flapped in the sea breeze, and enough to make a 
contrast with the great heat of Bobby's flesh. He 
smiled at me as I coated him with the shiny substance, 
and then moved to slide it between the cheeks of 
Daddy's ass. With a finger I gently opened Daddy's hole 
and moved more of the liquid inside him. This was 
special to us all. With the rushing air and water 
around us we prepared as though for a ceremony, Daddy 
closing his eyes as I pushed two fingers in to open 
him. 

His handsome new husband moved up behind him, and we 
shared a long, loving glance. With my hand I pulled 
Bobby's long shaft to the right point, and, as Bobby 
stared into my eyes, he began his thrust. With the tips 
of my fingers I felt the shaft as it built up pressure 
and then popped into my sweet Daddy. Bobby closed his 
eyes and smiled at the sensation as his cock moved 
insistently in. With determination, he sank himself 
into Daddy completely. 

I sat down carefully beside Daddy, and laid back on the 
deck so that I could look up into Daddy's face. He was 
smiling at me. "Wow," he said. With the ocean sound it 
came out like a whisper. "This is amazing." 

"Isn't it, Daddy?" I smiled, and reached up to run my 
fingers through his hair. "This is what it's like when 
you're inside me." Daddy lowered his head to kiss me 
long and deep just at the moment that Bobby began to 
fuck him. Bobby withdrew his hardness slowly from 
Daddy's insides, and then pushed himself back in. He 
tried to harness his eagerness. With his hands on 
Daddy's waist, he moved with determination against his 
husband. Daddy's face swayed over me, his hair flying 
crazily in the wind. I just stared at his face as he 
closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, and furrowed his 
brows with the pleasure of Bobby's motions. 

I felt myself overflow with love for these men, and 
with my left hand I reached for Daddy's hand. I felt 
his fingers interlace with mine. In a moment I felt 
another hand as Bobby reached down—our hands, with our 
wedding rings, were intertwined together. 

Daddy was sweating and grunting. "More," he muttered. 
"Yes. Oh. Yes. Fuck..." A slight cry broke into his 
voice. "Oh, yes—fuck me!"

Underneath them, Daddy's hard cock was swinging wildly 
with Bobby's now speedy thrusts. Daddy's arms were 
straining with the effort, and I let go their hands so 
I could reach my arms around Daddy's neck and pull him 
down for a kiss. His hot tongue met mine, and I could 
feel the shuddering of his body with the slapping of 
his husband's hard cock in his ass. Daddy was 
whimpering now with each thrust. "Oh, god!" he cried 
when our mouths parted. I reached out and tried to 
grasp his cock, but I couldn't quite reach it. It just 
grazed against my hand, and Daddy got the idea. He 
pushed up so he was on his knees, and Bobby grasped him 
around the tummy, thrusting up and into him as I 
grabbed Daddy's cock. I pumped it twice, three times, 
and Daddy let out a strangled cry. "Ohhhhh!" His cock 
burst forth, and a long stream of hot cum squirted from 
him, and into the air. I kept sliding my hand on him, 
and another long fountain shot from him. Then another, 
and another. Bobby kept up his pace, biting hard on his 
lip to concentrate on holding back. But as Daddy's 
spurts slowed, and he fell back towards me, Bobby let 
go with a groan. 

"Oh Gawd!" he shouted, his thrusting going crazy as his 
body tried to force him deeper into Daddy. "Awwwww!" 
his hips slapped against Daddy, and his sperm fired out 
of him. "Oh yesss!" he cried, and grabbed Daddy's 
shoulders so that the waves of pleasure didn't knock 
him off balance. "Fuck!" he cried again, and delved 
deeper into his husband's colon. 

Spent, the two men slowly came to, their great muscled 
chests heaving with exertion, their hair wildly 
fluttering, their smiles of uninhibited joy revealing 
the pleasure they had just experienced. I hugged Daddy 
to me, and we all three just laughed, reveling in the 
freedom and the joy of being alive. 

We reached the island that night, and we spent the late 
evening just watching the sea from the long horizontal 
windows of the vacation home. It was state of the art 
modern architecture with steel and glass—sometimes it 
looked like a space ship or something, and sometimes it 
looked invisible, like we were just lying there among 
the tropical trees and grass. We were on an isolated 
corner of the island, which had two villages, one big 
enough for a little airport. So we weren't alone, but 
it felt like it. It was marvelous. 

Chapter IX

"What is it, Daddy?"

We were lying in the big bed in our vacation house. 
Bobby's back was propped up against the pillows, and 
mine was up against his chest. I could feel his breath 
on the top of my head, and the fingers of his right 
hand tracing up and down the skin of my right shoulder. 
We were naked, wrapped in the heavy cotton sheets. 
Daddy, near the foot of the bed, was wearing only white 
beach pants, staring out the long window toward the 
beach. The setting sun burned low across the room, 
turning the walls a dull red. Daddy's expression seemed 
far away. 

"Oh, nothing," he said, seeming at last to snap out of 
it, and turning to smile at me. 

"You seemed worried about something," I said. We talked 
quietly, not wanting to disturb the wondrous peace of 
our honeymoon moment. 

"Well, it's just that--we have something so special 
here, and I worry about people who might want to hurt 
us. You know, we've made a lot of money, and that tends 
to bring out the worst in people." He paused for a 
moment, then added quietly, "and there's your mother, 
you know." 

We were silent. In the distance, the waves on the beach 
made a gasping noise.

"What?" Bobby and I said together.

"Well, we never learned what happened to her. For all 
we know, she could be dead. But now that we've made so 
much money, and we're starting to circulate among some 
wealthy people--what if she or someone else decides to 
try to hurt us because of our marriage?" 

Bobby and I were quiet for a second. I turned to look 
up at him. He met my gaze, and together we looked back 
at our husband.

"Daddy," I said quietly, and I reached for his hand. He 
gave it to me, and I placed it against my swollen 
belly. "Daddy, our family will never be broken up. Our 
love is too strong to let anything get in the way." 

Bobby reached up and placed his hand over ours. "That's 
right," he added. "No matter what happens, we will 
never let the world come between us." 

Daddy smiled. When he spoke, he seemed to choke back 
tears. "You two are so wonderful," he said. "What a 
miracle. How could I have been so lucky?" He moved up 
beside us. "I love you," he said, looking alternately 
between our faces. "But you understand we have to keep 
things quiet. If not for our sake, and our business's 
sake, at least for the sake of our child."   

"Yes, Daddy," I said. At the same time, Bobby agreed. 
"Yes, Dad. We understand." Then Bobby kissed him deep, 
and then I kissed him. I felt his arms around me, and 
his lips sliding down my cheek to my throat. Bobby held 
me tight, as Daddy lingered, licking my skin and 
sliding his hands down my sides. The sheet pulled 
gradually away from my breasts, where my nipples were 
already hardening. At the base of my back I could feel 
Bobby hardening. 



Daddy's tongue slid slowly down my tits, then hesitated 
a bit. Finally I felt him drag his tongue across my 
nipple, slowly, deliberately avoiding all but the very 
point, and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth, 
flicking his tongue back and forth. I felt my pussy 
begin to flow with anticipation. 

While Daddy moved to my other breast, Bobby's hands 
were moving over my skin as well, cupping my breasts 
and feeding my right nipple into Daddy's mouth. His 
hands seemed so hot against my skin. I closed my eyes 
and pushed out my chest toward them and toward Daddy's 
marvelous tongue. 

I kept my eyes closed as Daddy pulled away and leaned 
back for a second. The next thing I knew, I felt the 
sheet pulled away from my body, and Daddy's mouth on my 
inner thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair and 
tugged his head toward my center, and in an instant I 
felt the tip of his tongue dragging gently up and down 
the lips of my pussy, tasting my nectar. Bobby's hands 
continued to run over my tits, teasing my nipples while 
Daddy ate me. His tongue was sliding into me, fucking 
in and out, and then moving up to tickle my clitoris. I 
kept my hands on his head, loving the feeling of Daddy 
worshipping my body. Everything seemed so perfectly in 
place, with Bobby's hot skin against my back, Daddy's 
mouth filling me with pleasure, and my baby growing in 
my womb. 

I let go of Daddy's head so I could slide down a little 
more, freeing Bobby from the weight of my body. He slid 
back so that he was lying on the mattress behind me, 
running his hands through my hair, then down my 
shoulders, to my breasts, just tracing lines across my 
skin. Daddy's tongue continued to work its magic on my 
button, sending thrills up my spine, like electricity 
flowing through wires. 

Daddy's flickering tongue didn't let up. He moved his 
head around in circles as though he was hungry for my 
essence, and couldn't get enough. I felt a warmth 
building in my thighs and in my belly, and I felt 
Bobby's tongue beginning to slide over my nipples. I 
reached up with one hand and Bobby caught it, 
intertwining his fingers with mine, just in time for my 
orgasm to catch hold of me. 

"Oh GOD!" I cried. "Oh! Oh, GOD!" I began to flop up 
and down on the mattress, my spine twisting back and 
forth wildly like an out of control fire-hose. Daddy 
held firmly to my thighs to keep my pussy open to his 
tongue. But I could only barely keep still. A rush of 
ecstasy blasted through me, and I cried out again. 
"AAAAAH!" My hips lurched up from the bed, then crashed 
back down, and all the while, Daddy continued to attack 
my little clitoris, not letting up for a second. Bobby 
was pinching my nipples, kissing my cheeks, my chest, 
my belly, massaging me as the waves of pleasure flew up 
and down my body, and I writhed in joy. "Oh, GODDDDD!" 
I cried again, my head thrown back, my eyes squeezing 
tightly shut. My pussy was fluttering, opening and 
closing on Daddy's tongue just as it so often did on 
his cock. 

Finally, the shaking of my body reduced to little 
trembles, and I descended gently to the mattress, 
moving still in gentle curves. I felt my breasts 
burning with heat, my skin covered with a thin layer of 
sweat. Daddy's tongue was still moving, slowly now, 
getting the last little jolts of my orgasm to burst 
from my loins. I would arch like a snake, and then--
zap!--a shudder would run through me. Then I would 
sigh, and twist slowly again, feeling the bed sheets 
against my shoulders and ass, and Bobby's warm tongue 
on my belly and the undersides of my breasts. 

Daddy let up, and crawled over me. He leaned down to 
kiss me, and then kissed Bobby. Bobby ran his hand down 
Daddy's back, and cupped his ass. I realized that Daddy 
had slid off his pants, and Bobby was moving his hand 
to lead Daddy's cock into me. He slid in so easily, now 
that I was soaked and open. I just lay there, and 
accepted the long pole as it ground itself into my 
depths. When I felt Daddy's balls up against my ass, I 
knew he was all the way in me. 

Daddy fucked me smoothly, his long cock shining with my 
lubrication. Bobby's hand moved down and massaged my 
still shivering clit. Daddy didn't touch me, he just 
knelt, leaning back and letting his long cock do all 
the work, delving into me, then pulling all the way 
out, then pushing in again, like one of those oil 
drills in the desert. I just savored the feeling of his 
hot flesh inside me, next to the baby he had already 
put into my womb. 

I could feel a new orgasm starting to build under 
Bobby's fingers and Daddy's long cock. This time I just 
relaxed, though, and let it build. I didn't explode, I 
just lay back, and let the sensation grow; Bobby's 
fingers pushing me over the edge, and Daddy's long dick 
dragging me. I felt as though I were in rapids and 
plunging over a long waterfall. I just let it happen, 
loosening my joints and relishing the building 
pressure, the feeling of surrender, the powerful lunge 
of energy as it rose up and plunged me into the depths. 
My eyelids fluttered, my breath sheered off into a 
gasp, and the long, low waves of joy simply carried me 
away.  

Something inside me rose, curling, like a ring of 
smoke. I felt myself floating, looking down into 
myself, in darkness with colors and sparkles tumbling 
through my vision. I felt my cunt clenching down on 
Daddy's long shaft, and my skin burning against Bobby's 
tongue.   I felt myself in a spirit world, connected to 
the earth only by that long, hard pole of flesh moving 
inside me. Time stood still; my heart seemed to stop, 
and then pound in my ears, only to stop once more. All 
sounds seemed at a distance, echoing; all sensations 
centered around the marvelous hardness of my husbands' 
masculinity thrusting in and out of me. A wave seemed 
to rise up and throw me over it, then to freeze and 
drop me gently down its melting slope. Then with a 
crash, another blast hit me, and I could hear myself 
crying out—feel my body shaking, my legs squeezing 
around Daddy's thighs, my hands flailing, trying to 
catch hold of something, and finding two manly hands. I 
felt like I was in a whirlpool, collapsing down toward 
something--a center that was the essence of man; 
Daddy's adamant cock, thrusting into me with endless 
grace. 

Then, as though waking up suddenly, I felt myself jerk 
with a start. My eyes flashed open, and I could see 
Daddy arch his back and grimace with pleasure. His 
balls burst forth, and he shot his pent-up load of 
sperm into my depths. I held him tight with my legs, 
and grasped him with my hands, clutching at his flesh. 
I wanted him as deep in me as possible. I dug my 
fingers into his back and bounced myself up and down on 
his throbbing penis, feeling myself almost desperate 
for his hot cum. My belly pushed against him, his baby 
inside me, his husband still running fingers over my 
skin, and his long ropes of thick cream blasting into 
me over and over and over again. I felt as though his 
cock had pinned me to the earth; as though the three of 
us--no, the four of us--were connected to eternity. The 
orgasm seemed to liberate me and set me afloat on a sea 
of perfect joy. 

With a final groan, Daddy gave me his last drops of 
semen, and then lifted off of me. He turned to his 
right, and instantly took Bobby's stiff cock into his 
mouth. It was only a second or two before Bobby was 
coming, too, his hands clasping Daddy's head, ensuring 
that his own cream would fill Daddy's mouth. Daddy 
swallowed his thick semen, determined to drink all of 
our husband's sweetness. Bobby's balls tightened up 
against him as he poured out the concentrated essence 
that he had held back for so long. But not a drop 
escaped Daddy's mouth. Finally, when the last drops had 
given out, Daddy pulled back, his lips shining and wet 
with Bobby's sperm. He looked up and smiled at his boy, 
then down at me, and we kissed again. 

"I love you," he said.  

"I love you," Bobby and I said together. We would never 
be separated. Never.

Chapter X

My beautiful daughter, Alexandra Emmanuelle Roberts, 
was born on March 20, 1990. She was perfect, with 
bright round eyes and perfect little hands. She was 
born at home, with my two darling husbands assisting 
the doctor. I chose Alexandra just because I liked the 
sound of it, but Emmanuelle was from the book, that I 
loved so much. Bobby said I should name her after one 
of the Greek goddesses who was born through incest, but 
I thought that might be a little bit much. 



When Alex was about two we moved to New York, where 
Daddy and I started a new investment company. Daddy ran 
it for the most part, and I stayed home with Alex and 
worked on a few accounts from home. Bobby's computer 
company was doing really well, but it didn't require 
him to be out of town too often. Having two husbands 
certainly helped a lot! And we bought the island house 
where we had spent our honeymoon. It served as our 
refuge whenever the city got to be too much. 

Of course, as she grew older Alex began to ask 
questions, and I determined early one to be completely 
honest with her about her unusual family. I knew it 
might be hard for her, but better to be hard and honest 
than to be deceptively simple because it was a lie, 
right? So I told her that her daddy was also my daddy, 
and her grandfather, and about how our three-part 
marriage worked. She took it all very well (and despite 
the stuff you read, she was perfectly healthy). But we 
also had to explain to her that it was important not to 
talk about this in public. That part ashamed me 
terribly. I wanted her to feel free to talk about her 
family. Telling her to keep in quiet seemed like 
admitting we'd done something wrong, and I hated that. 
But the risks were just too great. 



It was when she was ten that we had the first real 
problem. She was going to a pretty exclusive school in 
Manhattan; we were living in a condo on Central Park. 
One evening, the phone rang. It was the principal, Mr. 
Simmons. He wanted to meet with me some time, without 
Alex there. I agreed to meet him the next day after 
work. 



He was a short, thin little man, bald on top, wearing a 
sweater with the school's arms on the breast, and a 
sport-coat over that. I had come from a meeting, and 
was still wearing my suit—a tight black skirt and a 
white silk blouse that draped from my breasts in 
enticing folds. My hair was curled and pulled up 
behind, and I wore stiletto heels and no stockings. I 
looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself. We went into 
an office with a large oak desk—just what you would 
expect, really. I hated him instantly.   

"Ms. Roberts," he began.

"Mrs. Roberts," I corrected. "I'm a married woman."

"Yes, of course," he said. "Well, that's actually what 
I wanted to talk to you about. You see, Alexandra has 
been making some interesting comments to her fellow 
students and her teachers lately, and I wondered what 
you might make of them. She mentioned to her teacher 
the other day that her mother was married to two men at 
the same time. The other children found this strange, 
and Alexandra became a little bit upset about it—" 

"Maybe because it's none of their business?" I asked.

"Well, that may be, but of course, children are 
naturally curious. Of course, we thought nothing of it, 
but then yesterday she told her teacher that her 
mother—that you—were married to your own father." 

"And?" I asked. I felt flushed.

"Well, naturally, it concerns us. There's no telling 
where children get these ideas…"

"She gets these ideas from me," I said. And then I 
blurted it out without even thinking. "Because it's 
true."

"Excuse me?"

"Evidently children aren't the only ones who are 
'naturally curious.'" I said, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, we are concerned with maintaining certain levels 
of morality here," he said, in a formal tone.

"What has Alexandra done that's immoral?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Neither have I. Our family arrangements are simply 
none of your business," I said. "But my husbands and I 
love and care for Alex very well, and we teach her the 
lessons she needs to know." 

"But naturally the other parents are going to be 
concerned…"

"The other parents?" I asked, getting angrier. "Did 
they put you up to this?"

"Well, the children ask questions when they get home."

"God damn it," I said, standing up. "I send Alex here 
to get an education, not to have her life scrutinized 
for moral correctness." 

"Ms. Roberts, please—"

"If Alex is a discipline problem, let me know and I 
will handle it. If she has an emergency, or trouble 
with her homework, I will handle that. But if you and 
the 'other parents' have a problem with my family," I 
said, "you can shove it up your ass." 

"This was not meant to be confrontational," he said. 

"The hell it wasn't," I said. I fumed silently for a 
moment. "Mr. Simmons," I finally said, "My husbands and 
Alex and I are going away for a month to visit our 
other home. If you need to reach me, here is the 
number." I grabbed a Sharpie off of his desk. Then I 
looked around for a piece of paper. He didn't move. So 
with both hands I reached up under the hem of my skirt, 
and grasped the waistband of my white silk panties. In 
an instant I had slid them down my legs and, stepping 
out of my heels, pulled them off of me. Simmons just 
stared in astonishment as I scratched out the number 
across the fabric. Then I leaned over his desk and 
stuffed the warm panties into his coat pocket. With a 
wicked smile, I tossed the marker on his desk and 
walked out, taking care to step heel-to-toe the way the 
fashion models do, so that my hips would swing as much 
as possible. I left him silently melting in his chair. 

I laughed all the way home, but when I told Bobby and 
Daddy, they weren't too happy. "Lizzie, you have to 
understand," said Daddy. "People like that could really 
hurt us. You can't go around doing things to antagonize 
them." 

"But this is our lives," I said. "It's none of his 
business."

"Of course it's not. But do you want Alex to have to 
pay for our radicalism? That should be her choice."

Of course he was right.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked. "Just lie? 
Apologize?"

"Of course not," he said. But you could see he was 
thinking hard for some solution.

Finally, after talking about it all night, we made our 
decision. We would move to the island permanently. It 
was the only hope for our privacy and safety. We would 
come back to New York when we needed to for business, 
but otherwise we would live on the island. There were 
villages and schools and friends there, and Alex loved 
the place. Of course, I worried about cutting off her 
connection to her own country. But we would teach her 
as much as we could at home, and we could afford tutors 
to ensure her the best possible education. 

The next years flew by so quickly, I couldn't believe 
it. Alex began to grow into a woman right before my 
eyes. Her body began to show its natural curves, her 
smile became less innocent and more clever. Her 
interests matured, and her questions only got harder. 
At first she had been such a tomboy, but by the time 
she was 14, she mixed that with a love for the most 
silly, frilly, girly things—things I love too, of 
course, so that was fine with me. It was just strange 
to see how fast things changed. One day she was playing 
with plastic ponies and teddy bear stickers, and the 
next, she was putting up posters of movie stars and 
talking on the phone and sneaking into my makeup. 

One weekend, I had been in the home-office working on 
the taxes, when I decided to take a break. I went out 
to the kitchen for a drink. As I opened the 
refrigerator, I heard what sounded like a groan of 
pain. I quickly closed the door and set down the glass.  

I paused by Alex's door, finding it open just a crack. 
I was about to knock when I heard the sound again. Then 
a quick gasp. I knew instantly what it was. I should 
have walked away, I suppose, but I couldn't. I gently 
pushed on the door just a little. 

There, on the bed, lay Alex, her knees bent toward the 
ceiling her hand moving gently the handle of a 
hairbrush between her legs. A small triangle of dark 
fur covered the top of her 14 year old pussy, nestled 
at the junction of her curved hips. Above that, her 
flat stomach rose to her small but growing breasts, 
which bounced firmly with each jolt of the brush in her 
hand. At their tips were tiny pink nipples, hard—just 
as mine instantly became. The handle of the brush 
gleamed with her juices. Her head was thrown back, and 
her mouth only slightly open, showing her teeth; her 
eyes were clamped shut, and a little line between her 
eyebrows showed a frown of concentration on the 
feelings running through her pussy. She fucked herself 
with long, determined strokes, not too fast, but not 
slow, either. She was really enjoying the fantasy. 

My little girl was reveling in the pleasure of the hard 
brush handle touching her deep inside. Her hips were 
swiveling gently with each inward thrust. Her free hand 
ran up her inner thighs toward her breasts, twisted her 
own nipples gently, and then slid back down to her 
pussy, where it circled around the little clitoris that 
protruded from its tiny hood. 

Her breathing became heavier, and her hips began to 
move faster against her sheets. She didn't open her 
eyes, but her mouth began to open wider. Her ass began 
to bounce gently against the mattress as she fucked 
herself harder on the brush handle. "Oh," I heard her 
say. "Oh…." 

Soon her hand began to move with real speed, shoving 
the handle in with fast, shallow strokes. The other 
hand was now rubbing vigorously against her hard clit, 
and her hips began to rock with the growing power of 
her orgasm. "Oh!" she cried, trying to stay quiet. 

Then she whimpered, and whimpered again, and then she 
bit her bottom lip. The frown deepened. Her hand 
flashed over her clit. She shoved the handle deep 
inside her, and her hips began to slam up and down on 
the mattress. Her breathing was hard and fast, through 
her flared nostrils as she tried to remain quiet. 
"Mmmmph!" she let out. "Mmmm! Uh!" Her back arched, and 
a long, deep shudder ran through her whole body like an 
earthquake. Her tits bounced fiercely along with her 
hips. 

"MMhhhhh!" she almost squealed. I could see the shine 
of her nectar on her hands and her thighs. She plunged 
the fake cock into herself again, and another long 
shake wracked through her body. Her eyes were squeezing 
tight, now. A third wave crashed over her, and her hips 
again bounced vigorously between the mattress and the 
brush handle she held firmly in her grip. 

Finally Alex let out a long breath, and released her 
bottom lip. She relaxed, and fell back to the bed. I 
quickly stepped back, closing the door so she wouldn't 
see me spying on her. 

I was so wet. But I tried to shake it off, at the 
thought of my little girl growing up. Soon she would 
want a boy of her own. I should have known she'd be a 
firecracker, considering the way she was conceived. 
Like mother, like daughter, I guess. 

I thought long and hard about what to do. Or whether to 
do anything. Alex and I had always talked very openly 
about sex—or the biology part of it anyway, and the 
usual stuff about how love and sex go together and all 
that. But this sort of thing? Well, it was natural, and 
not a bad thing at all. I just had to let go of my 
nerves. 

Her birthday was coming up. So I got her a special 
present, one that I saved for after Bobby and Daddy had 
left the room. "Alex," I said, "here's something that's 
just between us." I handed her the long silver box, 
wrapped with a simple black ribbon.  

"What is it, Mommy?" she asked, a wry smile gathering 
in the corner of her mouth.

She slid the ribbon off, and gently opened the lid. 
Inside was an expensive vibrator. Top of the line. 

Maybe other girls would be embarrassed. Not my Alex. 
"Oh, thank you, Mommy!" she said, throwing her arms 
around me. "Oh, I've wanted one so much. Thank you! Oh, 
it's beautiful!" 

"It's the best one on the market," I explained. "I'll 
show you how to take care of it and everything."

"Oh, thank you!" she said again. "Can I use it 
tonight?"

"Of course you can," I smiled. "Of course."

I explained everything, which didn't take long. Then we 
went had cake and watched a movie. But Alex was eager 
to go to bed to try her new toy. She leaned over Daddy 
and kissed him on the cheek, then Bobby, and then me. 
She smiled at me for a second, then ran off down the 
hall, her long hair trailing behind. I was so proud of 
my little woman.  

After a few minutes, I smiled at my boys and excused 
myself. Walking quietly down the hall, I could just 
barely hear the buzzing noise coming from Alex's room. 
I knocked lightly on the door, and after a second, 
heard a breathless, "yeah?" 

I opened the door and went in. Alex lay on her bed, a 
sheet covering her body. I could see her chest rising 
and falling with her fast breathing. "Is it okay?" I 
asked. 

"It's wonderful, Mommy," she said, smiling. "It feels 
really good. Thank you again."

"I'm glad," I said. I leaned down and kissed her 
forehead. It was warm and damp. I looked into her eyes, 
and she into mine. "Here," I said at last, and I drew 
the sheet down, off of her body. Her nipples pointed at 
the ceiling, her skin glowed with the exertion. In her 
hand, beside her body, was the vibrator. I took it in 
my hand and she let go, watching me with a slight 
smile. 

I turned it on again, and moved it toward the insides 
of her thighs. I stared at the tiny patch of hair, 
carefully trimmed already, just as I'd taught her. 
Below that, the petals of her little pussy   were wet 
and open, longing for more penetration. With the 
buzzing staff in my hand I slowly teased her. She 
parted her legs more, instinct taking over her senses. 
I dipped the end of the hard machine toward her little 
clit, and allowed it to massage her. She threw her head 
back and groaned a little. "Ohhh..." 

"You should make it linger," I said quietly. "You 
should draw it out first. When you're with a man, he 
should take his time to get you ready," I explained. 

"Oh, I'm--I'm ready now, Mommy," Alex whispered.

I pushed the end between her parted labia, and it slid 
into her easily. The shaft disappeared in slow, smooth 
inches, as my Alex threw her head back and groaned. 
"Ohhhh, yes, Mommy…." 

"It always feels better with someone else," I said. 
Then I slowly withdrew from her little cunt, watching 
as her lips clung to the slick plastic. I removed the 
whole thing, so that I could watch her feel the 
pleasure of its penetration again. I pushed it into her 
hole and slowly ground it into her. "Oh, yes," she 
said, her mouth wide open, her hair strewn across the 
pillow, her eyes clenched shut. "Oh, Mommy, more...." 

With gentle, insistent motions, I moved the hard cock 
in and out of her. Its buzzing sending shocks through 
her body, centering in her hard clitoris. Her hips 
moved opposite my thrusts, and I could tell she wanted 
it faster. I sped up my motions, and with my right 
hand, I reached out to touch her little breasts. They 
bounced with the fucking motions, and her nipples felt 
very hard against the palm of my hand. I just held my 
hand still and let her motions drag her nipples up and 
down against my touch. She was very eager, now, chasing 
her rising orgasm. It was her lack of experience. But 
now wasn't the time to explain the pleasure of holding 
off. It was her birthday. It was time for her to come.  

I switched the vibrator to a higher setting and began 
to pump her pussy. She stifled a cry. "OH!" and began 
to gyrate her pubescent hips. "Oh, Mommy!" she said, a 
catch in her voice. I fucked her vigorously, enjoying 
the way her young juices coated the shaft and my hand.  

"That's right," I whispered, as I pumped the shaft in 
and out of her young belly. "That's right. Come for me, 
angel." I could see my daughter starting to climax. 

"Oh—Mommy—I'm—I'm going to come!" Her voice was half 
whisper, half cry. "Yes," I answered, quietly, keeping 
up the in and out motions. Again her brow furrowed into 
that cute frown. She threw her head back, opened her 
mouth, and then a long, steady vibration rattled 
through her body like an earthquake. It seemed to 
engulf her all at once, her body shivering and bouncing 
on the bed. I kept up my fast pumping motions, ignoring 
the cramp in my arm, wanting to experience the full 
force of my daughter's orgasm. "Oh, MOMMY!" she cried, 
giving up on staying quiet. Her whole body shuddered 
again, her hips jamming down on the vibrator, trying to 
get it entirely inside her. I could feel the tip of it 
bouncing against her cervix. But she didn't stop. 
"OHH!" She cried again, her fingers clutching at the 
sheets. 

With a quiet voice, I encouraged her. "Yes," I said. 
"Come for me, Alex. Come for me." Her spine shook once 
more, then twisted her wildly. She seemed to barely 
hold on to her own body. The tremors rolled through 
her, and her breathing ran wild. "Nnhhhhhhh," was all 
she could say. The ecstasy rose from my hand, into her 
cunt, and up through her bones, shaking her young body 
crazily. 

At last, the spasms slowed, and I gently reduced the 
motion of my hand, and finally withdrew the vibrator 
and turned it off. Her eyes were still closed tight, 
her mouth still open to her panting. Then with a dreamy 
look, she slowly opened her eyes to me. "Oh, thank you, 
Mommy," she said. "That was wonderful." 

"Happy birthday, baby girl," I said.

"It was a wonderful birthday," she said. "And a great 
present."

"I'm glad you like it. Pretty soon, you'll find a boy, 
and leave me--"

"Oh, Mommy," she said, smiling. We often had this 
conversation.

"Just your old, worn out mother…"

"Mommy," she laughed, "stop it. There are no boys at 
school I'm interested in."

"Good night," I said, and kissed her forehead again.

"Good night," she said sweetly.

About six months later, Daddy and I went to New York, 
because Daddy was to receive an award for his 
philanthropic work. It was a risk, of course, as every 
visit to the States was a risk, but we had gotten used 
to running risks. Bobby was taking care of Alex back on 
the island, and Daddy and I stayed at a fancy hotel, 
with a fireplace and a huge king-sized bed. I laid on 
the floor by the fireplace, just staring into the 
twisting flames. We worked on his speech for a while, 
then talked until late. He held me against him, and I 
looked at the embers, thinking of our past; of Daddy 
picking me up from school when I was little; of our 
trip to Florida, where we had first expressed our 
feelings openly; of our two weddings; of the birth of 
our sweet daughter. It seemed such a short time ago. 
How could I have been so lucky? Daddy was just quietly 
running his hand over my back as I dozed off, leaning 
against him, in perfect contentment. 

The dinner the next day went smoothly. Everyone was 
dressed up--Daddy in his cool tuxedo, looking like 
James Bond. I wore a tight black sleeveless dress with 
a dangerous slit running up the leg to my thigh. The 
only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring and the 
necklace Daddy had given me in Florida. Daddy was 
introduced and went up to speak, as the crowd 
applauded. 

In the middle of Daddy's speech, a voice came to my 
ear. "So how are you enjoying your stay in New York, 
Mrs. Roberts?" 

I turned and saw a thin, handsome man with short black 
hair and a dark suit. "Very nice, thank you," I said. 

"That's good to hear," he said. "You know... I've 
always found it interesting that you call your husband 
'Daddy.'" 

My heart instantly started to speed up. What was this 
about? In the background, Daddy's voice was still 
going. "What are you talking about?" I asked. 

"Well, it's just unusual, is all. But--well, I wonder 
if there's something more to it than just a nickname?"

This man was up to something, obviously. My anger 
instantly became tinged with contempt. "What business 
is it of yours, Mister...?" 

He didn't volunteer a name. "Oh, there are people out 
there who are curious about things," he said, looking 
up at the stage for a moment. "You know how people are, 
Mrs. Roberts. They want to know things.... How's your 
daughter?"   

"Who the hell are you, Clare Quilty?" I asked, glaring 
at him. He didn't answer. Fucking idiot; it was over 
his head. "Look," I continued, "I don't know who you 
are or what you want, but stay the hell away from me 
and my family." 

"Your mother says hi," he said, looking back at the 
stage.

A chill shot through me. I stood up impulsively, 
starting down at him. People nearby turned to look. 

"Fuck you," I said, not bothering to lower my voice. In 
the background, Daddy's speech was continuing, 
uninterrupted. "You stay away from me and my family, do 
you understand?" People were trying to ignore me and 
this interloper. "I don't give a fuck about my mother," 
I continued. "You tell her to butt out of our lives, 
just like she did years ago. We never want to hear from 
her again." 

The man opened his mouth to speak, but just then we 
heard Daddy's voice rise: "...possible without the very 
special woman in my life. She's right over there, my 
beautiful wife Elizabeth." I looked up at the stage, 
and saw him smiling at me, his arm pointing in my 
direction. And then he said, "She's more than my wife, 
really. She's my soul-mate. My true love. My daughter." 

The applause went on, but then started to slow down as 
people caught the last word.

"That's right," he said. "I'm tired of hiding it. My 
wife is my daughter, and we love each other, just as we 
love my husband, my son Bobby, who couldn't be here 
tonight. Without them I'd be nothing. I'd have 
accomplished none of what I've done. And I owe it to 
them to not be afraid anymore to say it out loud. Thank 
you, Lizzie, for all you've given me." 

There was silence and murmuring as Daddy stepped down 
from the stage with his little trophy, and walked 
across the floor to me. The cameras were starting to 
flash as he set the trophy down on the table and took 
me in his arms. But I hardly noticed any of that. In my 
head was just music and joy and perfect happiness as he 
held me tight and kissed me, his strong arms around me. 
I felt like the world had suddenly turned into 
perfection. Damn the shocked audience. Our moment of 
triumph had arrived. 

"I thought we had to keep it secret," I said, looking 
up into his dark, determined eyes. He just smiled down 
at me as the awkward silence continued to chill the 
room. 

"I can't anymore, Lizzie," he said. "And the only way 
to prevent us from being blackmailed is to come out and 
admit it to the world. Besides, this is our life. It's 
our happiness and our family. We can't let other people 
control our choices." 

"I love you," I said.

"And I love you, and I love Bobby, and I love Alex. And 
what we have is too special to let others intimidate 
us. We're links in a chain, and I don't care who 
knows." He enveloped me again in his arms and we kissed 
long and deep. Around us, everyone continued to stare. 

We turned to walk out, but Daddy paused. He turned back 
and seized a water glass with one hand. Turning to the 
man who had been pestering me, he moved his arm in one 
quick arc. The water splattered across the man's face, 
dripping down his shirt, and soaking his face 
completely. 

Chapter XI

Shortly after we arrived back at the island, Bobby took 
me aside. "Lizzie, I think you should know something 
about Alex."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, while you were away, Alex and I went camping. 
And she...well...I think she was trying to come on to 
me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, just--acting very flirty with me."

I laughed. "Are you sure it's not just your 
imagination, Mr. Stud-muffin?"

"I'm serious, Lizzie. I think she has a crush on me, 
and I thought you should know."

"Okay, I'll talk to her about it if you want. But I'm 
no sure it isn't just that you find her hot."

"I do, Lizzie," he said, very seriously. "She's 
beautiful, and I find her very attractive. I would 
never do anything, but it's difficult when a girl is 
clearly interested." 

"I understand," I said. "I'm just teasing you. I'll 
talk to her about it later."

I thought about it for a while, though, before I 
approached Alex. I didn't want to embarrass her. We had 
always been so open, though, and she had never 
mentioned anything to me about this. And, anyway, what 
was the harm in a little girlhood crush? She was 14, 
for crying out loud. 

"Well, he thinks--he thinks maybe you're interested in 
him, you know, as more than an uncle," I said to her a 
few nights later, as she lay in bed and I was picking 
up the laundry from where she'd missed the hamper. 
"Maybe you have a crush on him?" 

Alex was silent for a moment. She tossed her head, 
looking off in another direction. I could see her 
blushing fiercely. Finally she turned back to me. Her 
eyes were big and wide, like she might cry. 

"It's true," she whispered.

"It's okay, sweetie," I said, moving quickly to sit 
beside her. "Hey, it's okay. Why are you upset?"

"You're going to be mad," she said.

"Why would I be mad?" 

“Because Bobby's your husband. I have no right--"

"Oh, Alex!" I laughed. "Alex, it's perfectly okay." I 
put my arms around her shoulders. "It's perfectly all 
right," I again. "Bobby's a very handsome man. You'd be 
crazy not to find him attractive." 

"It's not just the way he looks," she said, a little 
braver now. "He's so nice to me. He's always so gentle 
and sweet." 

"Well, he loves you," I said.

"And I love him too," she answered, and looked straight 
at me. "I mean, I love him."

"Well, now, Alex," I said.

"What, it's wrong to feel that way about a relative?" 
she said. I knew it was coming.

"No," I said. "Of course not."

"I love him, Mommy."

"Alex, you're only 14. You have a lot to learn about 
love."

"I know," she said. She didn't try to argue with that. 
She was always so mature. I love her for it. "I know I 
have a lot to learn. But I do feel this way, and I 
can't lie about it." 

"Okay," I said. "But remember, Bobby may be your uncle, 
but he's also my husband."

She laughed. "I understand, Mommy," she said. She laid 
down, and I pulled the sheet up to her chin. We talked 
about my trip to New York and what they'd done camping. 
Then, after a while she said, "Mommy?" 

“Yes?"

"I think I'd like my first time to be with Bobby."

"Your first time?"

"Yeah, you know, my first time having sex."

"With Bobby."

"Yes." She was staring at the ceiling. I was staring at 
her. "He would be gentle, and patient, and I know I 
could trust him." 

"Alex, it's a little early for you to think about this 
stuff."

"I don't mean now," she said. "Maybe in a few years. 
Maybe...maybe for my sixteenth birthday?"

She'd been making plans for her sweet sixteen for years 
now. Sometimes it felt like she'd been planning it for 
sixteen years.

"Your sixteenth birthday," was all I could say.

"Yes, Mommy. If, you know, I don't meet some other guy 
or something." I was silent. "Mommy, you and Daddy--"

"Yes, I know," I said. I was silent again. Then I 
nodded slowly. "Okay, if Bobby is okay with it, then, 
for your sixteenth birthday, if nothing else has 
changed by then--" 

"Oh thank you Mommy!" she said, and jumped up to throw 
her arms around me. Her little breasts pushed against 
mine. I held her tight. 

"Okay, okay," I said. "I have to make sure it's okay 
with your father, though."

"I understand, Mommy."

"You go to sleep now, you horny little thing," I 
laughed. She laid back down. As I turned out the light, 
I turned back to look down at her. "I love you, kid." 

"I love you too, Mommy."

When I told Bobby about the situation, he laughed at 
first, a little embarrassed laugh.

"I said it was okay with me if it was okay with you."

He stopped laughing. "Okay with you?" 

"Yes, well, you're my husband, it's only right she ask 
me at least."

"Yeah."

"Do you not want to?" I asked.

"Well of course I want to," he said. "I mean...Lizzie, 
she's beautiful and sweet and I love her. But...you're 
my wife, and that just seems wrong." 

"Not if it's okay with me."

"And Dad. He's my husband, he has a say also."

"Of course," I said. "We'll ask him."

Daddy, of course, was a little skeptical, but said it 
was okay with him. That night, Bobby and Daddy and I 
made love with more vigor than usual. I couldn't help 
thinking that the thought of a tight little sixteen 
year old virgin had turned them extra hot. Men. So 
predictable. 

Over the next two years, Alex never again mentioned the 
conversation, and somehow I forgot about it. Life went 
on. We were living on the island full time now, now 
that the scandal had broken out. The newspapers ran 
pictures and the conservative columnists yammered on 
about the end of civilization, but soon it died down 
and we kept up our trading business. With the internet, 
nobody really had to travel anyway. 

But then as Alex's sixteenth birthday came up, she 
began talking about her "special present." She was very 
excited about it. She made appointments at the beauty 
parlor and paid out of her own money to get her hair 
done and to get a manicure. She went shopping and 
wouldn't let me see the clothes and other things she 
got. 

When her birthday came, everything seemed normal. We 
had breakfast, then went out to the beach and played in 
the water for a while. Bobby and Daddy both looked 
spectacular in their Speedos. Daddy's hair had started 
to get some distinguished flickers of grey recently, 
but it only made him seem more handsome to me. He still 
had his broad shoulders and his tight pecs. And Bobby 
now looked like Daddy did when we got married. They 
were two beautiful men. 

Alex wore her black and red string bikini, which tied 
high on her hips, and only barely covered the perfect 
curve of her ass. By now she had developed a perfect 
hourglass figure. Her narrow waist flared out in a 
precise curve to her 34 inch hips, and her ass was 
tight and hard. Her thighs were slender and smooth, 
like her stomach. Her breasts had bloomed to a heavy 
round C cup, barely held in by the skimpy triangles of 
her top. Around her shoulders her long, curled hair 
fell. Her eyes were bright and shining, a cool green. 
She looked like she should be on the cover of some 
magazine. God she was beautiful. 

Together we enjoyed playing in the sand, throwing 
frisbees and making sandcastles. Throughout it all, 
Alex was flirting with Bobby, giving him sly looks, 
finding ways to show off as she bent over to pick up 
the frisbee, and stuff like that. At first, I just 
thought it was cute, but then I started to realize how 
touching it was. I pulled Daddy to my side as they 
splashed and chased each other in the waves. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Daddy asked, quietly.

"It really is," I said. "It's hard to think of her as a 
woman."

"Hard to believe," Daddy said.

We kissed. "But it's right," I said. "It's time. And 
she's ready."

"Yes," he said, and put his arms around me, holding my 
back against his chest.

When we grew tired we went back to the house, and Alex 
disappeared into the shower while we prepared the cake. 
As Bobby and Daddy stuck the candles in, I laid out 
cushions on the floor. Lizzie came out of her room just 
as they lit the candles. She was gorgeous, her hair 
perfect, the only makeup a little eye liner to heighten 
the effect of her piercing look. She wore a pure white 
dress that covered her from her shoulders to her bare 
feet. It had   lace collar and lace sleeves. 

"Is that a christening gown?" I asked her quietly.

"I thought it was appropriate," she answered looking up 
at me.

I laughed. "Definitely," I said. "Let's have some 
cake."

We sang to her, and she blew out her candles. We sat 
around the table eating the cake, but we didn't talk 
very much. All of us were filled with anticipation. It 
was finally Alex who broke the tension. She walked over 
to Bobby, and took the plate of cake from his hand. 
Setting it on the table gracefully, she sat in his lap 
and put her arms around his neck. 

"Uncle Bobby," she said, "I love you. Thank you for 
giving this to me. I've wanted it for so long."

"I know, sweetheart," he said, staring into her eyes.

She leaned down and kissed him, very gently, just 
touching their lips together. He moved his hands to 
hold her waist, and the white cloth of the gown 
gathered in pleats from his hands. 

Their kiss grew longer, and deeper, and I slowly rose 
from the table. I reached out my hand to Daddy, and he 
rose quietly too. With a flick of my head I gestured 
that we leave them alone, but just then Alex broke the 
kiss to look up at me. "No, please don't go," she said. 
"I want you and Daddy to be here with me." 

"Okay, Alex," Daddy said, smiling.

Bobby gently lifted her off of him and stood. He held 
her hand and led her to the floor where I had laid out 
the cushions. Then he kissed her again, taking her in a 
strong embrace. She melted against him, in the most 
beautiful feminine gesture of surrender. Bobby was 
leading her, gently but firmly, toward her new world. 

He ran his hands up over the gown, and cupped her 
breasts lightly as their tongues touched. Alex's eyes 
were firmly closed, her breathing fast. She kept her 
arms around his neck, allowing his hands free access to 
her tits. I could barely make out the pinpoints of her 
hard nipples. Gently, Bobby lowered her down on the 
cushions. Their kisses were still slow and lingering, 
but more passionate, sucking at each other's tongues 
and lips. Bobby rolled over, expertly guiding her on 
top of him so that he could reach down and grasp the 
hem of the gown. He lifted it up, slowly revealing to 
us her long, smooth, tanned legs, with her little 
silver anklet, then her slender thighs, widening 
gradually up to the tight curvature of her ass. Then 
the globes of her ass cheeks appeared, covered in the 
intricate lace of her bright white panties. They were 
cut high, to reveal her wide hips, voluptuous and full 
in the bloom of her womanhood. Her hips then tapered to 
her waist, and the upward sweep of her spine. On either 
side of her white bra strap, the smooth, soft skin of 
her back sloped away above. Then the base of her neck, 
where stray curls of hair spun, shining like copper 
wires. then her shoulders, and then she shrugged it 
off. Bobby continued to kiss her all the way, gently 
tossing the gown into the corner. His hands then ran 
smoothly down her back, tracing over her skin with just 
his fingertips. 

Daddy just stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders 
as I watched, unblinking. Bobby then rolled over again, 
putting Lizzie on her back once more. We could see the 
fine white silk of her panties, with the loops and 
swirls of tailored lace and a tiny white bow in the 
center, as if it were the focus of her femininity. Her 
matching bra, too, was made of wispy lace curls--La 
Perla, no doubt; her favorite. Bobby dragged his tongue 
down the side of her throat, to the valley between her 
breasts, tasting her skin as her chest rose and fell 
excitedly. With one hand he slowly pulled a bra strap 
over her left shoulder, then dragged the top of the cup 
down with his teeth, revealing the top of her breast, 
then the sloping side, then the perfect pink nipple at 
the tip, hard with her passion. He hesitated just a 
moment for effect, then enveloped the nipple with his 
tongue. Alex gasped. "Oh!" 

Bobby slid his hands under her back, and with an expert 
motion unhooked the bra, all the while swatting at her 
nub with his tongue. Then he lifted away, pulled 
himself up, and looked down at her as he used his 
fingertips to drag the bra from her. Her round breasts, 
flattened against her, were perfectly formed, like an 
artwork. He stared down at her, then whispered, "you 
are so beautiful Alex." 

She smiled. "Thank you," she said, then reached up and 
grabbed the buttons of his polo shirt. She pulled him 
down over her once more, and they kissed again, her 
arms around his neck. Bobby ran his hands down her 
sides, up over her breasts, tweaking her nipples 
briefly, and then back down her flat belly. He was 
dragging his hands over her, as if memorizing her 
shape. Below him, Alex was completely lost in his kiss. 
Bobby rose up slightly to pull the shirt over his head 
and flung it aside. His muscular torso was outlined in 
the shadows as evening began to descend on us. 

Bobby returned to his kissing, while I reached over and 
turned on a lamp. The light rose in a curve across his 
back, highlighting his strong shoulders, and below his 
ribs, the long, smooth line of Alex's leg, running up 
her shin, past her knee, around her thigh, to the white 
barrier of her panties. Bobby was licking in long 
strokes down her chest, across her nipples, toward her 
belly button, his hands still moving over her hot skin. 
Every now and then he would bite her gently, and she 
would let out a cute little squeal. "Ooh!" Then he 
would move on, leaving a trail of small red marks on 
her flesh. Finally he reached her belly button, and he 
spent some time there, licking in circles around it, 
then gently pressing into it. This always drove me wild 
when he would do it to me, so I knew exactly what she 
must be feeling. She was beginning to squirm in 
anticipation, her knees rising and falling slowly as 
her juices flowed inside. 

Bobby's hands ran up her inner thighs slowly until he 
reached her triangle. then he paused, and pulled his 
face away from her tummy. Staring at her face to absorb 
her reaction, he gently ran his fingers over the smooth 
white triangle that separated him from her pussy lips. 
He was enjoying teasing her. 

"Oh, Bobby," she whispered. "Oh, please..."

But he didn't give in; he simply licked her inner 
thighs at the seam of her panties, savoring her heat 
and dampness. Her mouth was open a little now, her 
breathing fast, her breasts bouncing slightly as she 
gasped. Bobby moved his hands up the outside of her 
hips now, and grasped the waistband of her panties. He 
kissed the little bow in the center just once, and then 
looked up at me. He didn't smile; he just watched my 
expression as he gradually peeled the panties away from 
her loins, revealing to us the tiny dark triangle of 
curls that guarded her virgin pussy. 

He slid the panties slowly down her thighs, backing up 
while he did, so that he could drag them down her legs 
and pull them off. He held them up, looked at the 
delicate lace, and then set them on the couch beside 
him. Then he lowered himself to her center and took her 
little clitoris in his lips. 

"OHHHH!" she moaned, long and deep, at his sudden 
attack. I gasped in sympathy, feeling my own pussy 
flood. His tongue was flying fast over Alex's button, 
sending shockwaves through her whole frame. She arched 
her back hard, holding herself up by her head and her 
elbows, as he delved into her center. In an instant, 
her orgasm was upon her, and she groaned again, long 
and slow. "Oooooohhhh, gaaaaawwwwd....!" Then one 
enormous shiver rushed over her, and she collapsed 
back, her hands twining themselves into Bobby's dark 
hair, and mashing his face into her cunt. We could hear 
the slurping sounds as his tongue sloshed back and 
forth in her spasming pussy and her clear juices began 
to flow out of her. They coated Bobby's cheeks and the 
insides of her thighs. She was shaking and groaning now 
repeatedly. "Ohhh.... ohhhh! OH!" Then another long 
wave, and she fell quiet again. Bobby rose up on his 
knees, and quickly pulled down his shorts. His long, 
hard cock popped out, shining in the light, with a 
little dollop of precum at the end. 

He moved into position, but when the head touched her 
lips, she reached out a hand to stop him. She looked 
over at me. "Mommy," she said. I raced to her side, and 
knelt down. 

"Mommy," she said quietly. "Thank you for this."

"Are you ready, angel?" I asked.

"Yes, Mommy. I am."

Bobby and I shared a glance, and then he moved into 
position once more. The tip of his head touched her 
lips, then nestled between them. They coated him with a 
little of her sweet wetness. Then he leaned over her, 
and placed his hands on either side of her. She looked 
up at him, and he began to push. His head slid easily 
into her. She threw back her head instantly, and 
groaned. "Ohhhhhhhh...." and then he was inside her all 
the way, and my baby was a woman. 

“Does it hurt, Alex?” I whispered.

“No, Mommy. Not at all.”

With a long, slow push, Bobby slid his inches into her 
belly. It only took one push--she took it like a grown 
woman. At the end, all seven inches of his manhood were 
inside, all the way to the root. I knew his cock so 
well, I could so easily imagine what she was feeling. I 
looked up and down from his belly, snug against hers, 
to her face, flush with passion, that little line 
between her eyebrows, and her eyes clenched shut. Then 
she opened them wide, staring around, and looked up 
into my face, inches from hers. "Oh, Mommy," she said. 
"Oh, it feels so different. So hot. So hot...."  

"I know, baby girl," I said.

She looked up at Daddy behind me. "It's amazing, 
Daddy," she said.

"Is it, sweetheart?" he asked, already knowing well 
what Bobby felt like inside him.

"I love it," she whispered. And then Bobby slowly slid 
himself out, holding himself back as much as he could. 
She groaned again at the feeling, seeming to feel every 
bump and vein on his shaft. When just the head was once 
again snug between the glistening petals of her pussy, 
he pushed it in again, long, slow, smooth. 

"Yessssss!" she cried.

Bobby sped up the next withdrawal, pulling out and then 
sliding it back inside. She opened her mouth wide, and 
it gradually became a huge smile as he thrust into her 
a third time, and a fourth, each time picking up 
strength. 

I felt something behind me. Daddy had grasped the 
bottom of my sarong and was lifting it up to expose the 
bikini I was still wearing. I said nothing. I simply 
felt the heat of his hands on my hips as he gently 
untied the bows that held it in place. 

Bobby was sliding regularly in and out of Alex's box, 
his balls swinging against her with every in-stroke. He 
was sweating a little from the effort of holding 
himself back. Her tight virgin pussy must have been 
driving him to the edge, but my darling Bobby had 
learned self control over the years. He just steadily 
pumped my daughter's pussy with long, patient, loving 
strokes, swiveling his hips a little each time, to 
ensure he touched her most sensitive parts. Bobby 
really knows how to make love to a woman. 

Just then, I felt the soft tip of Daddy's hard cock 
bounce against the curve of my ass, then my inner 
thighs. Without a word, I opened my legs a little more 
and accepted the nudge against my pussy. I was so wet 
it took no effort at all for him to enter me, and with 
a long sweep, Daddy's shaft was diving into my belly, 
inch after inch. I closed my eyes at the intrusion. 
God, it felt good, like my own first time, years ago. I 
felt his hips lock up against mine and I knew he was 
all the way in me, now. His fingers dug a little into 
my hips and he began to fuck me, faster than Bobby was 
fucking my darling Alex, knowing I could take more. 

When I opened my eyes, I found Alex staring up at me 
with wide eyes. Her head jounced a little with each of 
Bobby's thrusts. My own swayed perpendicular to hers 
with Daddy's vigorous humping. "He's fucking you," she 
said. "Daddy's fucking you, isn't he?" 

"Yes, baby," I said, as well as I could between my 
gasps. She just stared up at us, as best she could with 
the persistent bumps of her lover's motions.

"Oh my goddddd...." She groaned again as Bobby slammed 
into her particularly hard. "OHHHH!" We lay side by 
side, me on my hands and knees, her on her back, 
absorbing the thrusts of our lover's cocks. Bobby was 
gradually picking up speed. He was reading her 
responses expertly. Occasionally he would lean down and 
lick at her bouncing nipples, then nibble at the side 
of her throat.

I felt Daddy accelerate, and his breathing catch. 
Alex's eyes shot open at the sound, and she glanced 
between his face and mine. "Is--is he going to come?" 
she asked. 

"Yes!" I cried, louder than I should have.

"Can I see?" she asked. "Please?"

Daddy didn't hesitate. He instantly withdrew from me, 
and moved up between us. His long rod was shining, 
coated with my slickness. He placed it between our 
faces, as I looked down and she looked up. He pumped it 
with his hand, once, twice, three times, and then he 
let out a long groan. A long white streak of cum 
blasted from his cock. Alex knew just what to do. 
Together we opened our mouths, and she caught the first 
string, on her tongue, and across her cheek. 

Like baby birds we waited, open-mouthed, for the second 
and third and fourth blasts of his cream. I caught one 
in my mouth, then she did. I could see her throat 
working as she swallowed down our Daddy's sperm--the 
same sperm that had given us both life. Now it was 
shooting across our hungry lips, coating our faces. I 
lapped at him, sucked him in briefly, then let him go 
in time for another spurt to pour into his 
granddaughter's eager mouth. 

She swallowed again, savoring the feeling of her first 
mouthful. But I didn't swallow. I swirled Daddy's 
juices around my tongue, feeling the heat and 
thickness. Daddy's balls pumped again, and another 
streak fired into Alex's mouth and across her chin. A 
drop of semen was falling from her nose, and another 
from her cheek, as Daddy's cum continued to pour. 
Bobby's fucking was still lifting her in regular 
bounces, but Daddy carefully lowered the head of his 
cock into her mouth, and she lapped at his head, 
getting the flow of sperm as it slowed. Then he 
withdrew and fed it to me, and I sucked the last few 
drops of his juice. 

Finally, when he pulled away, a long clear string of 
cum stretched between my lips and his cock head, and 
finally snapped. Then, looking down into Alex's face as 
she was rocked by Bobby's dick, I lowered myself and we 
shared a long, deep kiss. I fed my Daddy's cum to my 
half-sister. Feeling her tongue scraping at mine, 
starved for the last few drops of his essence, was 
almost enough to send me over. But when Daddy slid his 
cock once more into my cunt, it set me off for good. 

I threw my head back, and felt the last long rope of 
his cum drip past my bottom lip and down my chin. 
"AAAAAAHHHH!" I cried, as bursts of color flooded my 
vision. I began to tremble, and my pussy went into 
powerful spasms on his dick. I clamped down hard on him 
as he pounded into me. Long waves of passion flooded my 
muscles and I clawed at the ground, my head flying in 
every direction, my body twisting and writhing. 
"AAAAAH!" I cried again, heaving myself back against 
his dick. 

Just then I heard my baby's cry. "I'm gonna--! Oh! I'm! 
I'm gonna cummm! AAAAAHHHHH!" she cried, and I forced 
my dizzy eyes open to see her wrap her legs around her 
uncle's ribs and pull him tightly into her as she began 
thrusting herself up and down his shaft. Bobby's face 
squeezed into a grimace, he gritted his teeth--and then 
he roared out, and slammed hard and deep into my 
daughter's belly. I could hardly keep my eyes open as 
another shock of orgasm flooded my senses, tingling in 
my fingers and toes, pulling my breath from my lungs. I 
screamed as loudly as I could as another massive 
explosion flooded from my pussy and enveloped my whole 
body. 

My cry matched Alex's. "OHHHHHH!" and her fingernails 
dug into Bobby's back. His hips slapped up against her 
in random jerks, as his balls burst and his cum flooded 
into her. They held each other tight as a second, 
third, and fourth burst filled her belly with his 
sperm. His eyes had rolled back in his head. A tiny 
string of drool fell from his mouth, and his balls 
continued to twitch, squirting shot after shot of his 
boiling semen into her womb. 

Our cries seemed to rise. The straight walls and 
corners of the room seemed to twist and warp. The earth 
spun around us, as Bobby filled his little half-sister 
with what seemed like a gallon of his cum. It was 
running out of her with each of his irregular thrusts, 
coating his balls, and dripping onto the cushions 
beneath. Alex as holding him tight, her fingernails 
leaving red streaks across his back, as she lifted and 
dropped on his spike, crying out with pleasure. Her 
body was thrashing, her hips flying up and down, her 
face more beautiful and radiant than I had ever seen 
it. Her first real orgasm was running through her 
beautiful young body. And the last flickers of my own 
were shooting through me like flames that flare up just 
when you think the fire is gone. 

At last our cries died out, and our motions slowed. 
Daddy, spent, collapsed over my back, our sweaty skin 
meeting. Bobby slowed gradually, like a runner at the 
end of a marathon, thrusting gently his last few 
motions. And my grown-up daughter, Alex, her hair a 
wild mess, her face coated with her father's sperm, her 
thighs soaked with her uncle's, let go of her lover, 
and gently fell back against the cushion, sated. Her 
chest raised and lowered under her perfect breasts as 
her panting gradually slowed.

We said nothing for a long while, but just cuddled up 
against each other. We would occasionally share a kiss-
-me and Alex, me and Daddy, Daddy and Alex--it didn't 
really matter who. We were four links in a chain.

EPILOGUE

Alex's sixteenth birthday was three weeks ago. Since 
then, she has seemed completely different. You really 
can tell when a girl has become a woman.

This morning, though, came another surprise. As Bobby, 
Daddy and I lay in our bed, enjoying the lazy first 
rays of the sun, and putting off rising, we felt a 
bounce as Alex hopped in between us. 

"Good morning!" she chirped. Her eyes were shining; her 
hair a mess, her little silk pajama shorts wrinkled. 

"Hey," I mumbled.

She leaned over and put her lips to my ear. "Guess 
what?" she breathed, almost silently.

"What?" I grunted, my eyes still closed.

"I'm late."

"Huh?"

"My period," she said. "I'm late."

I don't know what this will mean. Maybe it's nothing. 
But maybe it's something. Maybe it's the beginning of a 
wonderful new life for our family--our special family, 
where we all love and where we all are loved.

The End

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Thank you to all the readers who wrote to say such nice 
things about this story! If you have any comments or 
questions or come-ons or stories of your own to share, 
please write! Schariah1@gmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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