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(M+/fFf, ped, inc, mast) *** Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night Understand from the outset, the specter of Harper Valley had been long banished from our lives. With the possible exception of that little glitch last year in LA (as outlined in "If the Shoe Fits") when we once again fell into questionably bad habits, we have led exemplary lives. Can't guarantee that none of us hasn't at some stage felt a twinge of nostalgia for the good old days however. Let's face it, seeing one's daughters relieved of both their modesty and virginity by a posse of oversexed near-neighbors does have its memorable aspects...especially with the compliant handing-across of their own daughters in fair exchange. Now, as has been well documented, following my marriage to Larissa, we moved as a family to the US last March. That is to say, Jenna and Kylie accompanied me Stateside. Chris remained, having his own life in Australia with his fiancιe while Natalie with a new apartment and making great strides as a young social worker these days, elected to stay in Sydney. Shortly before returning to Australia last month for scheduled business commitments however, we were guilty of one last indulgence. It wasn't planned as such, simply that circumstance begat opportunity. My kids were very naughty! Bob as you may recall lives in Cali – San Jose to be accurate. Since our "return engagement" last Christmas, when he and his family visited our home in Sydney, bringing with them a whole new meaning to the term "festive good cheer," we have remained in close touch. I fully intended earlier, compiling some suitable text that might do justice to that particular interlude, but time and various commitments to our US transfer, conspired to rule out this eventuality. Had circumstance not seen to it that we should all, once again be gathered together in bonded bliss, then my friends, you would already have read your last Harper Valley recollection! Barely two weeks into May of this year and Jerry, most likely in a fit of depression at our absence, happened to mention the possibility that he and Michelle might 'drop by' to see us early the following month. Citing his daughter as the prime motivational factor – her wanting to catch-up with her 'good-friend' and all...his words didn't fool me for a moment. Having most likely fantasized himself to sleep, imagining Kylie and Jenna walking naked over his bare chest in a covered wagon half-way along the Oregon Trail, he probably figured that "Mohammad coming to the mountain" was his next best option. I couldn't really blame him I guess, after all I have never really gotten over that very first Harper's gathering and soaping-up Warwick's then fifteen-year old daughter in the bath-tub in company with four other gentlemen, not to put too fine a point on the word. Not a week later, I received a further email from Jer asking "would it be alright if Connor accompanied the two of them, since Sandy was off in New Zealand for a fortnight?" My immediate thoughts of course were, "Jerry, Connor, Larissa, Kylie and Jenna all under the same roof? Surely a recipe for aggravated sexual disharmony, if ever I heard one? Of course I said "fine!" Flights were confirmed, we were to pick the unholy trio up at D.I.A. (Denver International Airport) late afternoon Friday June 8th. I'd be lying if I said my mind wasn't already working overtime. Michelle squeezed in snugly between Jer and Connor for a fourteen-hour flight, bearing in mind all were still active in the Harper juggernaut? I couldn't help but ponder the use to which those night-blankets were going to be put. I was almost jealous. Let me state for the record that despite the above and all joking aside, I had no expectation or even interest in resurrecting old habits. As a family we were totally out of the loop, our lives back on-track and the impending visit no more than a "Friends" type re-union. It was the week before Jer's arrival that things took a turn for the unexpected. Seated on our lounge watching "Little Miss Sunshine"...Jenna and Kylie were upstairs either doing college work or getting ready for bed, when my cell rang. It was Bob. The gist of the conversation was that they were driving to their in-laws in Wyoming the following weekend and that a stop-off in Nebraska would not be greatly out of their way. I said "sure thing" without even thinking. The euphoria with which Larissa, Kylie and Jenna received this news was almost worrying. Okay, so for that Friday night I had just committed our quite small two-bedroom home to a sleepover for eleven people. Six adults and five teenagers one of which being a wife into the bargain. I ran the numbers quickly. Main bedroom – sleeps two. A huge day-and- night that could easily handle three at a pinch. Then there are the two twin-beds upstairs, and another sofa that comes apart to form four individual beds which can be set up anywhere in the house. Easy peasy! Course, just the one bathroom with seven girls on call, might be seen as stretching resources. It was bad enough the following Friday morning waiting for just Larissa, Kylie and Jenna to complete their rest-room ballet. I have to say it was worth it though...the car smelt great the whole way to DIA and we're talking a three and a half hour trek from Nebraska, though still quicker than picking them up in our own State – Omaha being at least five hours from us. By the time Jer and the others had cleared customs we had completed three "hard" Sudoku puzzles and spent up big-time in just about every coffee house on the main Concourse. It was probably good to see Jer and Connor...I don't actually remember. What is seared on my retinas is the sight of beautiful Michelle as she rounded the corner having exited baggage control. How could a few months have made that much difference? Sure, her tight little skirt, swinging hips and designer sunshades perched fashionably atop her pretty blonde locks all combined to promote the image of a majorly hot and desirable teenager, but it was something in her expression that had changed... matured... emerged maybe? Reformed deviate that I thought I was, all I wanted to do right that second is to fuck her insensible on the baggage carousel. Something in that expression of hers knew it too! As I hugged her, every Harper moment we had ever shared together, played out as a cranial slide-show. "I've missed you so much," she whispered, clinging on to me there in the terminal. I could feel Larissa's eyes focusing their heat-ray on Michelle's back and thus figured it was maybe not the right moment to profess my own feelings on the subject. "Well sweetheart," I replied, disentangling my arms from her waist, be assured I'm going to make the most of what time we have together this weekend. The smile she gave me just about dropped my anchor. Turning around I could hardly be surprised to see Jerry wrapping Jenna up in a bear-hug... I didn't have to wonder what he was thinking. Subtlety was never his strong point. Connor, dressed in stylish slacks and a leather jacket as ever, cut a handsome figure of a man. Living up to the image too with one arm around Larissa and the other encircling Kylie's waist – his hand I noticed comfortably resident on her rear-end, not that she was objecting. After all he has seen (and touched) each and every curvaceous attraction that wondrously hot little body has to offer. Taking Michelle's hand I walked over to the other five. "Guess we'd best be heading off folks," I muttered, "We got kinda a long drive ahead of us." Exiting the E470 airport toll-way as we merged on to Interstate 76, Jerry, Kylie and Larissa were chatting themselves hoarse in the far rear of the Chrysler while Connor and Jenna were occupied with some in-depth conversation right behind us. Couldn't help but notice from my occasional glance in the rear-view mirror, both parties indulging in frequent hand-holding and other flirtatious demonstrations of affection. Hardly in any position to judge others anyway, having to plead equally guilty so far as hand-holding is concerned...and an automatic transmission really does come in useful in that regard. That short skirt of Michelle's I mentioned really was testing my powers of concentration. I'm quite sure the item's designer never took into consideration the driver's viewpoint when the girl actually sits down in it. With the temperature nudging eighty-eight and everyone feeling snack-ish, we figured we might stop off for lunch in Yuma, the old western township along Route 34. A less romantic setting you would be hard pressed to find, especially with the scent of local cattle-yards wafting across your plate but still, a diner is a diner when you really need one. Another couple of hours and with the Colorado State border well behind us now, we pulled into our rear driveway. Jer got out, stretched and looked around. "So yeah Noel, this is just about as far removed from Castle Hill (North-western suburb of Sydney) as you could realistically get." "I love it," Michelle piped up. "The air tastes so fresh." "You might not see it that way when it hits freezing sweetie," I teased, "That's minus eighteen in Sydney you know?" She looked a tad concerned! Once inside, the girls all disappeared upstairs, Larissa showing them their sleeping quarters and the inevitable girl-stuff - reporting on life in general. The three of us adjourned to the lounge-room where I plied Jerry and Connor with what turned out to be their very first Budweiser amazingly. I of course could not pass-up my trade-mark JD and ice. There being still three hours or so before Bob and his family hit town, we indulged in some local sightseeing. With Kansas pretty damn close on the westside and the fast-growing City of Mc Cook to the East, it worked out well. No sooner had the girls started preparations for the evening repast than Bob's bronze Le Sabre pulled up outside the house. Exiting the car ahead of their parents, Tiffany and Angela high-tailed it up our front steps. "Whoa, I see what you mean guys," muttered Connor, "They are real cuties." Not sure whether he meant their faces or the short skirts they were almost wearing. Barely pausing to give me a hug and to acknowledge Jerry and Connor, although Angela did flash him a second glance, they were into the kitchen and mingling loudly with their female cohorts. Dinner would be at least forty minutes late I figured. Dragging their stuff out of the car, Amy and Bob hauled themselves up the steps (which is why we park on the flat grassed driveway at the rear of the property) Connor was swiftly introduced all round and I would be lying if I said Amy's eyes didn't register a certain interest when he took her hand. Moments later Bob pulled me aside. "Does he um, know about our previous get-togethers?" I assured him he did, and in any event, being a Harper regular, the concept of inter-family 'affection' was hardly anything novel for him. "No, I suppose not," Bob grinned, most likely imagining him tugging Angela and Tiffany's panties down right that second... a subject dear to his heart as we all know. "And besides," he continued, "Given what he has done to your three Noel – going by what I've read leastways – he's not what you might call inexperienced is he?" I could but acquiesce. "Real shame your eldest daughter couldn't be here," Amy announced, joining us suddenly. "Such a lovely girl!" By way of explanation, I should mention here that during their Christmas visit last year, Amy and Natalie participated in some frenetic sexual activity together that for a while was known only to Jenna, as she had walked-in on them in the spare room. Natalie had begged her to tell no-one but the plan became unstuck big- time, when Tiffany also caught them making-out one morning in the bathroom. Given what the rest of us had been sharing in one another's rooms and with one another's daughters, it was hardly front-page stuff, but there again Natalie does like to keep her life private! Dinner comprised mainly cold-cuts, micro-waved tasties, salad items and lots of serve-yourself side dishes. Having had the foresight to stock-up also on beer, spirits and champagne for the girls... there weren't too many empty glasses for long. Curious thing, but in Nebraska like many US States, alcohol is prohibited under the age of twenty-one so technically we had ourselves six under-age drinkers, including my wife that evening. Now given that this was first and foremost a social evening, no-one (except probably Bob and Jerry) was "assuming" anything. Several times I saw Kylie, Michelle, Connor...even Angela, glance my way as if to say "Are we going to be naughty later??" I cannot sit here and tell you such had not occurred to me but I didn't want to be the one responsible for dismantling our good intentions – sexually speaking! Of course, I didn't have to – the alcohol saw to that just fine. Having eaten our fill and cleared away, someone suggested a movie. That initially was no problem, we have nigh on a thousand dvds lying around the house, not to mention a truck load of videos. No, the downside was having only seating for six people in the smallish lounge. That meant the younger girls sitting on the floor – in groping range of established child molesters such as Bob, Connor and Jer. I prefer to think of myself as a behavioral-therapist. Interesting also just how the 'partnering' evolved. Imagine if you would, an arc of seating around the TV. One easy chair, two recliners and a sofa – in that order and containing from a rearward aspect, left to right: Jerry, Bob, Connor, Amy, me and Tiffany. Angela then sat herself down in front of Jer, Jenna sprawled on her tummy in front of Bob (ever the tease!) Larissa curled up between Connor's legs, while Michelle nestled-in between Amy's feet and mine, leaving Kylie with her back up against Tiffany. Electing to watch an action movie, we chose an oldie – Travolta's Broken Arrow. Most had seen it before. Refilling everyone's glass up front of the opening credits, you might best describe the collective mood as 'comfortably primed.' In hindsight I would have to say that as a group, everyone was well behaved for almost two-thirds of the movie. Sure, Jer's propensity to nuzzle Angela's neck now and again was matched by Bob's hand bequeathing Jenna the occasional rear-end contact, but what can you expect when a girl poses on the floor like that, her barely-covered bottom angled upwards for effect? She even turned around and giggled a couple of times which could only be translated as "more please!' Larissa was getting cosier by the moment and even Tiffany had her hands resting on Kylie's shoulders, which given their bedroom antics last Christmas, suggested they may yet have some unfinished business. Even I was finding it hard not to peer too obviously down Michelle's top, given that seated as she was up against the lounge, her cleavage was such that the least movement on her part induced a quivering in those sexy breasts of hers that no self-respecting voyeur could overlook. Amy I noticed had twice allowed her hands to stray to the girl's shoulders and closer even than I, she must have been able to catch sight of her nipples once or twice. She should be so lucky! Barely had Travolta's Hummer ridden out the worst of the sub-terrestrial nuke, than a girlish squeal of "Noo" on the left-hand side of the room, secured everyone's attention. Something about watching Angela attempting to maneuver Jerry's right hand from inside her bra, had a profound effect on the collective mood. Larissa to my surprise, turned her head upwards and fully ignoring my close proximity, allowed Connor to begin kissing her. Exactly where his hands were headed at that stage I couldn't say. Certainly, nowhere they hadn't been before! This was the cue for Bob to lean forward, put his arms around Jenna's waist and pull her up to a sitting position on his lap. Her skirt rumpled sufficiently that anyone who cared to look, could see a substantial wedge of her hot pink panties, well up to the point at least that Bob's hand slipped in-between her legs and began probing the general area, thus obscuring the otherwise pleasurable view. His lips locked on to those of my daughter, they were going to be busy a while. Turning my attention to Amy, I can't say I was surprised to see her cupping Michelle's breasts, both hands deep inside either bra-cup, while the teenager looked up at her with an expression of submissive tease. It was enough to flip my switch and leaning down, I kissed those soft and lightly glossed lips. She put an arm around my neck and held me to her. It was only when I broke off for air that I noticed what was happening alongside us. Tiffany had gotten off the lounge and was kneeling on the floor facing Kylie. Both girls were kissing tenderly and even as I watched, their hands dropped to one another's breasts which they then commenced caressing in earnest. No-one could watch such activity, involving one's own daughter especially, without being highly aroused. I was no exception. Jerry and Angela, partnered by Bob and Jenna were now making their way up the staircase to the girls' bedroom. I made a mental note to check the 'lie of the land' as it were, a little later in the evening. Finally managing to gain the attention of the four girls, I indicated the main bedroom at the rear of the house as being a somewhat more accommodating locale. As they thus headed off, holding their respective partner's hands, I switched off the television and pulled out the day and night. Securing Larissa's attention was less easy. Completely taken up emotionally with Connor's lips and hands... she barely registered awareness of the evolving sleeping arrangements. Connor however caught my drift and nodded his understanding as I left the room. The last impression I had, was of Larissa being eased gently on to the (very comfortable) mattress. I turned off the main light. 'Strange' I thought to myself. A man about to fuck my wife silly and it all seems so normal! A queen-size bed under normal circumstances might be termed 'big enough' but for a middle-aged man and four women, even with three being slim teenagers – it's a challenge. Still, no-one was that interested in sleeping right that moment and anyway, we were all on top of the bedclothes. Locating myself mid coverlet, Amy eased Michelle on to her back between us, while she lay the far side on the edge of the bed. Tiffany and Kylie negotiated the remaining bed-width, although lying full length as they were, facing each other kissing and whatever else, available space really wasn't an issue. Amy's liking for young girls was made very evident as she not only began kissing Michelle with what I would describe as passionate devotion but at the same time, commenced undoing the girl's blouse buttons with a view quite obviously of freeing-up her breasts. Not wanting to be left out of the action entirely, I tugged the hem of Michelle's skirt up and proceeded to rub her panties right where I figured it might have the greatest effect. Judging by her hip movements, I wasn't far off the mark. "Can we strip her?" Amy muttered. Hell, I already had those panties past her knees. I was way ahead of her. "Someone's hot little bottom was pressing up against my lower back. Turning around, I saw that it belonged to Tiffany, so just to keep things ticking along, I swatted both cheeks which brought a slight gasp from their owner but no recriminations. "Pull her panties down dad," Kylie giggled. A girl after my own heart! The operation took but thirty seconds – including Tiffany's vocalized objections. "Might I avail my daughter of the same service?" I enquired. "Later dad," Kylie laughed. Back port-side, Michelle was lying there clad only in that brief skirt now and with Amy's hands roaming her sexy little body at will. I was quite jealous. "Are you going to fuck her?" Amy whispered, between kissing the girl's breasts on either side. "I'd really like to see that again." Her reference of course being to the previous year's dalliance in LA which was covered in some depth by "If the Shoe Fits?" Well far be it from me to disappoint another female. Unzipping my pants, I tugged Michelle across the bed a fraction and spread her legs. Amy to her credit, figured to up the ante further and pulled Michelle's right leg wider still – right across her own in fact. Given the visuals and the fact my erection was pleading for release, Michelle's now fully exposed pussy, was definitely the right port in any storm. Needing to assume kissing duties, all it took was for Michelle to place her arms around my neck and I was upgraded to animalistic overdrive. I was aware of Amy frigging herself to Nirvana, even as her spare hand continued fondling Michelle's breasts and nipples. I heard Tiffany's shocked, "Ohh, your dad's fucking her Kylie," but all I really cared about was what I was doing to Michelle. As I have commented before in various Harper stories, Michelle develops a uniquely "fazed" look when she is about to cum or have someone cum in her. It's a look which is very conducive to reaching one's own orgasm. This night was no different and her expression as I reached the end of the highway just made it all worth- while. No sooner had Michelle's vaginal muscles released their grip, when Amy's body across the way, shuddered from the effects of her own radiating pleasures. Her eyes closed, she lay there a spent force. Behind me, Tiffany was doing things to Kylie she should be ashamed of. Kneeling at waist-level, her face inclined towards my daughter's lips (which in itself presented me with an enviable view) her right hand was now beneath Kylie's sexy little briefs, two fingers quite obviously inside her pussy, stroking her for dear life. It was only when Tiffany began to moan softly herself between kisses and to wriggle her hips noticeably, that it became apparent Kylie was returning the favor. I decided to leave them to it. En route to the girls' attic, I had of course to pass by the deployed day and night in the lounge-room and bear witness to the activities there-on. They were considerable. Connor had pulled Larissa topside where she lay sprawled face-down across him. Hard to say who exactly was the aggressor, so far as kissing was concerned, both were making a meal of it. Her dress gathered now at the waist, revealed Connor's right hand to have slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and currently smoothing its way across those delightful rear cheeks of hers. Not sure where it was headed, but the fact that Larissa had spread her legs so that both were draped either side of Connor's thighs, suggested a comprehensive menu on offer. I could not fail to notice either, his left hand encircling Larissa's half-exposed right breast which he was squeezing and fondling much to their joint pleasure it would seem. T'was just a matter of time before things turned ultimately serious I figured! I might have stopped to watch but for some girlish cries upstairs. They weren't cries of pain let's say! Ascending the staircase with its two ninety-degree left hand turns, my eyes had first to adjust to the light, or to be more accurate, lack of light. Just a small bedside lamp cast its limited-strength rays on the left hand twin. They did the job well enough though that I could see sufficient - to bring on early cardiac arrest. They had the girls side by side in a state of almost total undress. Angela, still in her bra surprisingly but who looked to be barely conscious, was lying there, her legs as far apart as nature would permit, while Jerry was serving it up to her as one might a ten dollar hooker. So hard was he thrusting in, that her small body was retreating further and further from the edge of the bed, necessitating his pulling her forwards every now and again. From her mouth was issuing something akin to "Uhh," "Uhh," and only from the faint smile on her face, might one deduce that she was actually enjoying the treatment. Bob had Jenna on her hands and knees right alongside her sister-in-defilement. I couldn't see her face right that second but given what else was visible it was hardly relevant. Clad in just her panties, her naked breasts could be seen to quiver in time to Bob's penile inroads as, holding the quite obviously damp and sticky material to one side at that strategic point between her legs, he continued fucking her with a rare consistency. Looking around and with her legs almost buckling under the rearward assault, Jenna saw me standing there, but was way too far gone to make comment. Her expression was one of resigned acceptance. It was almost as if she was saying "You brought us to this point dad, I'm just enjoying being a young girl!" Bob was certainly taking his own pleasures seriously. Penetrating her to the max now, he had a hold of Jenna's hips with his spare hand and literally blew his chips while I watched. Somewhat down-market phraseography I realize, but it aptly describes proceedings. Jerry had already reached his destination and Angela was now laying there, eyes closed, gently cupping her pussy and trying to stabilize her breathing. Jenna was not moving either...simply kneeling there. Something about her vulnerable aspect, maybe because I had just watched her get fucked into submission, I don't really know what it was, I just knew I wanted her one more time - more than ever I had. Giving her no opportunity to object, even if that was a realistic likelihood, I moved in behind her, my arms tugging her to the very edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down, needing to have her totally naked and freeing up my tortured erection, slipped it straight up into her. So lubricated with God knows how much semen already, there wasn't the slightest resistance. I felt her angle her bottom backwards wanting me in her as deep as was possible. Turning her head towards me, she whispered, "I've wanted you to do this to me ever since we stopped going to the parties dad." Her words were the aphrodisiac I didn't even need. Guilty of pleasured grunts myself, the fact I was without firepower as such, mattered little. Stroking those sexy curves, kissing her back and reaching around to fondle those sweet breasts of hers, all combined to bring me...bring us, to where we wanted to be that night. The visuals must have inspired Bob also, on account of the fact I was suddenly aware of rabid activity just to my left. One glance was enough. Having obviously coerced Angela to follow her friend's lead, she now knelt there submissively, allowing her father to infiltrate her vaginal cavity with an impressive work ethic. It also answered the question of whether or not Bob had ever actually "done it" with his daughters. Seeing two teenage girls on their knees right alongside each other, being fucked simultaneously, let alone by their own fathers, might be seen as erotica unhinged. Whatever, it brought me to red line status in record time, especially at the point the girls linked hands, in a clear symbol of female unity. Jenna sensed this and even as her own vaginal muscles clamped down, I was grasping her narrow waist as my illicit orgasm ran its (brief) course. Kissing her and telling her how much I loved her, was what was needed right that second. What Bob handed Angela moments later, I will leave for him to write about one day! Last thing I saw was Jenna slipping under the covers still naked, as Bob crawled in with her and Angela tugging her panties back up, probably for Jerry to pull back down at some stage during the night. Neither man could have impregnated a flea given the evening's excesses. Re-zipping myself, I headed back down the staircase. "How much could realistically happen in the half hour or so I'd been upstairs?" is the question I was asking as, strolling past the day and night, I noticed Larissa sound asleep on one side – and a majorly empty space where Connor should have been lying. I quickened my pace towards the main bedroom. "Ok, right, well that's different," I told myself, taking in the mind-altering panorama. No denying Amy has a thing for not only young girls, but my daughters especially. Natalie might have been the flavor of the month last Christmas, but from what I could see, Kylie was filling-in admirably. The term 'filling-in,' is not without relevance here. There she was, as naked as God ever managed, on her back on the left hand side of the bed, knees well spread, with a majorly dressed-down Amy, licking her hot little slit to kingdom come. Doing a fine job too it would seem, as Kylie was clutching the coverlet either side of her hips, her pretty mouth open in silent tribute to the pleasures her body was experiencing. Wasn't exactly a librarians' convention the other side of the bed either. Connor had Tiffany face down on the coverlet equally denuded, her bottom provocatively angled on the very edge of the Queen, her legs trailing off it and kept well apart by virtue of the fact he was standing between them. With his seven to eight inches of extended male tissue pumping to its own tune, she was a happy girl, each successive penetration bringing either a wriggle of encouragement or a self-satisfied yelp of pleasured indulgence. Any way you cut it, watching an under-age girl being taken down the Hallelujah trail in such fashion, is to die for! And still there was Michelle. Whatever art-director set-up this voyeuristic spectacular really knew his or her profession. There was sexy little Michelle, clad in just her panties now, lying on her side between the two girls. She was facing Kylie with her rear-end no more than a foot from Tiffany's flounced hair. Not content to simply add decorative value to the tableau, she was very much an active contributor – rubbing Kylie's breasts, and manipulating her nipples, which might further account for the erect state they appeared to be in. Her own breasts, totally exposed and of singularly arousing appeal, were the recipients of the occasional grope by both Connor and Amy. Once in a while Kylie herself, would appear to be caressing the front of Michelle's panties while Tiffany obviously saw no reason why she should not take the occasional liberty feeling her up the reverse side. Quite simply, my retinas have never witnessed a more outrageously sexual performance. Amy looked up as soon as she was aware of my presence. "Are you going to fuck your daughter now?" she asked, somewhat hopefully it sounded. Her words did little to distract Connor from his objective as he continued penetrating Bob's eldest daughter to her theoretical limits. In all honesty, I hadn't planned on it, especially given the depleted state of my equipment. Then, the worst thing that could have happened did happen. With the cessation suddenly of her tongued ecstasy, Kylie opened her eyes and saw me standing there. I found myself staring into those deep blue orbs, not to mention that lightly furred crevasse between her legs which I had not made any move to usurp since we declared all incest a no-go zone the previous year. She raised her arms to me then, melting my resolve, highlighting my guilt with Jenna upstairs, while at the same time making me so damn desirous of that long deferred re-match, I was lost for all money. Her smile forever had devastated me, rendering my thought processes to mulch. So it was again. I don't even recall shucking off my pants as that needful expression of hers shut-down my reason, her arms locking me into a safe-house I foolishly thought I could do without. It was always Kylie and as I kissed her, I felt rather than heard her whimper. I wasn't even aware I had entered her that moment but as she drew her legs up and held me even tighter, I wanted nothing more than to penetrate her till the end of time. If there is a level of intimacy that transcends sexual fulfillment, then Kylie introduced me to it that night. Aware later that Connor and Amy had withdrawn from center court, I allowed myself a smile. Not only would they doubtless be running the gamut of sexual experimentation together, but I could see Larissa being drawn into an orgiastic orientation course, quite outside her existing experience. Waking up to find Connor on one side, Amy the other, both with their hands either in her panties fingering her or on her breasts fondling her, might be the precursor to an evening of seriously decadent involvement. Maneuvering Kylie under the covers, Michelle and Tiffany crawled in beside me. Kissing them both good- night, I turned to Kylie and cradled her in my arms. Sleep overcame the four of us I suspect, long before midnight. Waking sporadically during the night, I retain hazy images of questionably inappropriate activity. At one stage I was awoken by soft giggles behind me, accompanying what appeared to be consensual fumblings between the two girls. Feeling behind me, I located someone's hot little bottom, but spanking it gently only seemed to increase the giggle factor. Reaching around further I discovered a flat little tummy that invited further exploration, especially south of the border. A soft hand grasped mine and moved it between the owner's legs where my fingers assumed control of the situation. I had the impression other areas of her body were being serviced concurrently. Sometime later I figured the girls had changed place again as I was awoken by a soft kiss on the shoulders. Turning round, I knew it was Michelle lying there. "She's asleep now," was all she said, but I knew what she meant. Lowering my hand I located her pussy. I felt her legs part as I pushed inside her with my fingers, whilst at the same time she arched her back, thrusting out her breasts for me to gently suckle. Equally arousing an activity as full-on intercourse, I was unable to prevent my desire from getting the better of me. Replacing my fingers with something considerably more substantial, I hoisted her slim form atop me. Draping her legs either side of my body, her breasts pressed up against my chest. Splayed like that, presented the option of penetrating her to the maximum depth. Even as I undertook the challenge, I became aware of a girlish hand laying itself casually across Michelle's bottom. "Fuck her gently dad," Kylie whispered, still half asleep. Content, but not overly rested, we all woke up quite early. Given the very limited bathroom arrangements as mentioned, I suggested the three of them avail themselves of the opportunity, needing to spend no more than three or minutes in the shower each, to conserve the hot water. Simply watching those three naked young figures making their way to the bathroom, was sheer voyeuristic indulgence. Slipping on my own bathrobe, I passed by the day and night on the way to the attic. Sure enough Larissa was in the middle with, from what I could determine beneath the covers, Amy's arm across her waist. Maybe in due course I would discover the extent of what had actually transpired. The mere fact that all three were still sound asleep suggested it had been exhausting at the very least. Upstairs, at first glance it appeared as if no-one had moved all night. A closer inspection revealed this to be an incorrect assumption. The girl lying full length on top of Bob and moaning softly in response to what was being done to her, was in fact his daughter Angela. This really had been a night of progress for those two. From what I could make out, he was decisively fucking her to the edge of sanity and back. Jer and Jenna were still asleep. Spooned-up together, the covers were low enough to reveal his right arm up around her waist, his hand fully enclosing her right breast still. I could even see her nipples prominently displayed. Whether she still had panties on or not, I had no way of knowing. I could only guess how many times he had taken her during the night, most likely when she was asleep too. Just for a few moments I stood there looking down at them and wishing that it might have been George instead. More than two hours had elapsed by the time everyone had showered and gotten themselves decent. Jer and I were the last in, and we both had to manage with barely lukewarm water. Breakfast for the most part was a rather quiet affair and we farewelled Bob and his family around 11 p.m. Before they left, a promise was extracted that we would visit them when we returned home from Australia – whenever that might be. Jerry, Michelle and Connor stayed for three more days and if you're wondering whether or not that ushered-in an era of restraint and/or enforced abstinence – you have to be kidding yourselves! END © Peter_Pan Oct 2007 Visit "The World of Peter_Pan" http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html For readers unfamiliar with the history of Harper Valley, the following represents the entire chronological output. Forget Harper Valley PTA Return to Harper Valley Hello Harper Valley: Goodbye Innocence Harper Valley: Endgame Harper Valley: The Way Forward If You're Going to Harper Valley be Sure to wear Some Flowers In Your Hair Harper Valley Pleasure Dome HV Eight We Always Lay 'Em Straight You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley Up Close & Personal The Downsizing of Harper Valley HV: New Blood Harper Valley 13: You Call that Unlucky? Harpers Bizarre Harper Valley Angels They Shoot Hussies Don't They? Halfway To Heaven: Harper Delivers Harper Valley: Distant Princess Harpers Afloat HV Family Crisis Farewell to Zion All the above can be found in the volume "The Complete Harper Valley." Not all of them were ever published individually. http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Larissa Harper Valley: Last Rites Ghosts of Harper Harper Valley Fallout Homecoming Echoes of Watergate Harper Valley: Outpatient Enquiries Valley Girl: Return of the Prodigal If the Shoe Fits (10,000+ word recollection) Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five When the Sun Goes Down at Harper Valley All these were published as "Harper Valley: A Postscript" http://www.lulu.com/content/402381 Sisterly Affection Harpers: Moment of Shame Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53