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THE GUARDIAN 

CHAPTER 6
By Art Martin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
(Mff, inc, con, oral, anal)
     


Brad rolled off after cumming.  He loved waking up to good morning fuck. He
had really missed that simple pleasure. 

"Come on Kim, you've got to go to school."

"No, DaDee.  Can't we just stay home?"

"No Kim.  I've got to work today and you have your test."

"But my pussy is sore and my ass is sore," she whined hoping for sympathy.

"If you hang around here all day, I'll be between your legs all day, sore or not."

"But it's not sore when you're in me, just afterwards."

"Sex is wonderful, but it's just not good to over do it."

"Who says?"

"I don't know...Now come on.  I've got to get going so I'll be home when you get
home."

"You have after school plans for me?"

"What do you think?  Now get up you little slut before I change my mind."

Kim joined her daddy in the shower.  It was fun to shower with him, she cleaning
his dick and he cleaning her pussy and her tits.  

Brad resisted the urge to linger in the shower.   He quickly toweled off and
dressed in his work overalls.  Thirty minutes later, they were driving through the
automatic gate.  He was surprised that she didn't complain about being seen in the
now very beat up work van.  She cheerfully kissed him goodbye and ran to meet
Traci, her best friend.

Brad hoped she would resist the urge to blab to Traci.  He wasn't too optimistic,
but it was important that no one knew of their unlawful, incestuous tryst.

Traci McGuire had been Kim's best friend since third grade.  The two girls were
inseparable and seemed to be almost always together.   Traci spent a lot of time at
the Johnson home and she was as much a fixture around the house as Kim was.
Early on Teresa took Traci under her wing and treated her like a second daughter. 
Naturally Brad and Tersa liked a little adult time on weekends and Kim spent the
night at Traci's almost as often as Traci spent the night with Kim.

Traci's mom was single.  She had gotten pregnant in high school, dropped out and
married the father of her child.  The marriage lasted a few years, but ended a few
months before Traci was born. Uneducated and unskilled, she struggled
financially to maintain a basic lifestyle for Traci and her two older brothers. 
There never was any extra money for luxuries. 

The two girls were always nearly the same height and size.  With Teresa's
blessing Traci was allowed to borrow Kim's clothes, which were never worn by
Kim more than three or four times, and every time Teresa took Kim to have her
hair and/or nails done, she treated Traci to a makeover also. Mimicking Kim,
Traci called Brad her DaDee.

Now that the girls had both blossomed into young women, they still were about
the same size, with Traci being an inch shorter than Kim, but with perhaps an
extra inch larger in her bust line.  Despite the similar sizes, the two girls
appearance was totally different. Traci sported auburn hair and blue eyes, to
Kim's dark brown eyes and hair and Traci's skin tone was much lighter than Kim's
natural olive.  

Lately after Ed and Lisa moved to California and Teresa was killed, Traci spent
an inordinate amount of time at the Johnson's.  There seemed to be always some
problem at Traci's house, and Brad felt more comfortable if the girls were at his
house.  Brad fretted that Traci was now going to be a problem, but he hadn't a
clue as to how to discourage her from spending so much time there after he had
encouraged it for so long.

Returning home in the afternoon, he found Kim and Traci lounging around the
pool in bikinis, soaking up some rays.  It was sight he enjoyed, though he was a
little miffed that Kim wouldn't be able to try on the new risqu‚ swimsuits he had
bought her earlier today.
He let the girls be.  Later that evening after a supper of grilled steaks and baked
potatoes, he took Traci home.  

After they were alone, Brad gave Kim the very skimpy garments.  The string tops
barely contained her 38C tits, her flesh bulging from the edges of the tiny
triangles and her nipples outlined through of thin material.  The thong bottoms
barely covered her pussy mound and nothing else.  For modesty, he had bought
matching wraps or sarongs for each of the three suits.  Kim was delighted.  Brad
explained that he didn't like the tan lines left by her other more conservative
bikinis and he wanted her to minimize them.

The next afternoon he got home a little earlier than usual.  He'd gotten a call on
his cell phone informing him that his sailboat had been found and where it was
now docked. 

Looking out onto the patio, his eyes nearly popped out at the sight of both girls
scantily clad in the new bikinis. He watched discretely from the house, checking
out Traci's buns as she sunned herself.  Then Hank popped into view as he hoisted
himself from the pool.  Hank was Kim's current boyfriend.  At eighteen, Hank
was a fairly big guy, about 6'2", well muscled and hairy.  He looked the part of a
high school football star.  Hank sat on the edge of Kim's chase lounge and began
massaging her bare buttocks. 

Brad finally made some noise to announce that he was home.  Hank jumped up,
blushing a deep red.  Traci scrambled to cover up.  Brad realized that he had
made a mistake.  What father would buy his daughter a bikini like these?

"Uh, hi kids."  It was an awkward moment. 

Kim casually sat up and with a cheery smile greeted her father, "Hi, DaDee! 
You're home early."

"Uh, yeah.  Listen, the sailboat is over at the Rockford Marina.  Do you think you,
Traci, and Hank could sail it back home?"

"Oh, yes!  That'll be fun," gushed Kim.  "How about it guys?"

Hank looked relieved to have an escape from the awkward moment. 

"Okay, I'll give you a ride over to the marina, but you two girls had better put
something else on."

"Oh, DaDee!  You're too cute!  Come on Traci, let's get decent."  Traci was trying
to be modest but Kim flaunted her body, leaving Hank alone on the patio with
Brad. 

Hank was obviously very uncomfortable the situation.  Brad was amused.  He
liked this kid and he only had himself to blame for the girls dress.  He decided to
be blunt with the kid.  "Hank, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Fearing the worse, Hank managed a weak "Uh, yes sir."

"Let's speak as mature adults.  Since Kim's mother died, I've had to be both
mother and father to her.  Kim told me that she's had sex with you."  Hank looked
down, his gut churning.  "Now don't get me wrong, but I realize that if you two
decide to want to have sex together, then you will have sex and there's nothing I
can do or say that will change that. Sex is very normal and kids your age have a
very strong sex drive. 

"Having said that, Kim tells me that you do not use a condom during intercourse
with her."  Hank kept looking down.  "She's on the pill, so I'm not concerned that
she'll get pregnant. But I am very concerned about her contracting a sexually
transmitted disease."  

Hank looked up with a puzzled expression.  

"For her sake and your own sake, you need to use a condom.  Now I'm not asking
that you use a condom, I'm demanding it.  Do you understand me?"  Hank's mouth
was slightly agape.  He had expected a tirade or something even worse.  

"Use a condom during intercourse or keep your pants on.  There's some dangerous
things out there and I don't want my daughter suffering because you didn't take a
simple precaution."

"Uh, yes sir!"

Brad opened the plastic bag he was holding and pulled out a large box of
condoms.  "Here, take these and put them on the sailboat where you can get to
them.  I'll put these other boxes around the house just in case."  Hank held the box
of condoms in disbelief.  "Take a handful and put them in your car too."

His face brightened, "Uh, thanks Mr. Johnson.  You're really cool!"

"Cool or not, I'm her father and I want only the best for her.  So when you're with
my daughter, I demand that you to look out after her best interest, and that means
'NO UNPROTECTED SEX'.  I promise you this Hank, if you give her something,
I'll have you hunted down and have your pecker cut off!  Understand?"

Hank's eyes widen, the threat taken seriously. "Yes sir!"  

"And another thing.  Don't go around telling anybody we've had this conversation. 
They won't believe you and you'll look foolish."

"Uh, Mr. Johnson, are you saying that I can...that we can...?"

"Use a condom Hank. What goes on at this house is nobody else's business! 
Understand?  Nobody's business."

"Uh, yes sir!"

Over the next few weeks, everyone played a game.  Brad pretended not to spy on
the girls and Traci pretended that she was unaware of his lecherous voyeurism. 
Hank would come over often and he and Kim or he and Traci would disappear for
a while, then reappear as if they just went for a walk.  Sometimes Hank brought a
buddy with him and the four teens would disappear in various combinations. 
Outwardly Kim pretended that everything was as before, except that Hank openly
had sex with her and that once Traci and Hank went home, her father fucked her
too.   

Early in May on a Friday Kim called her dad from Traci's, asking if it be all right
if Traci spent the weekend as her mother had to go out of town.  Brad was
peeved.  It was his birthday and looked forward to treating himself to another
marathon sex job on Kim. He had told Hank that Kim wasn't going to be available
this weekend and that he should spend the weekend studying for finals. Now his
plans were ruined.  

"But it's my birthday, Kim.  I wanted us to do something special together."

"I'm sorry DaDee, but Traci needs some place to stay for the weekend.  I'll make
it up to you. Pleeeeease!"

Brad knew there really wasn't any sense in arguing.  Kim had always had him
wrapped around her little finger and he always found it difficult if not impossible
to say 'no' to her. 

"Okay, you win.  I'll have to restrain myself tonight."

"Thank you DaDee. Can you pick us up in an hour?"

"Sure Babe.  We'll go have dinner at the club, so you two wear something nice."

"That sounds great!"

Walking into the dining room of the Rockford Country Club, Brad felt that every
pair of eyes were on him, speculating on what he was doing with two young girls. 
Was it obvious the way Kim hung on him that they had a sexual relationship?  He
shook it off.  Nobody could possibly know anything.  He relaxed and treated the
girls to whatever they wanted.  He treated himself to two martinis too many.

He was too drunk to drive and Kim hadn't even gotten her learner's permit yet. 
Traci offered to drive; she had had her permit for two weeks now.  They piled
into the Mercedes and had a wild ride home.  Actually it was Traci's first time
behind the wheel and driving at night was an extra challenge, but she managed to
make it home without incident until the final second when she got her feet mixed
up and accelerated into Brad's work van parked in the driveway. Fortunately she
wasn't going too fast, but the girls got a lesson in kinetic energy.  Both vehicles
were out of commission.

Brad got out and surveyed the damage.  The radiator was hissing antifreeze, the
grill was smashed and the hood and a fender of the Mercedes were buckled.  On
the van, the rear doors were caved in.  Fortunately no one was hurt, but Traci
became hysterical. 

"Oh my god!" she shrieked.  "I'm so sorry DaDee!  I'm so sorry!  The car wouldn't
stop!"  The river of tears flowed freely.  

"Crap!"  Brad wasn't looking forward with hassling with his insurance agency
again so soon.  They refused to make good on his claim for the bass boat, saying
that it still might be recovered.  The roof damage to house had been repaired, but
they claimed the costs were exorbitant.  He knew that fixing the van was a losing
proposition and that he would just have to replace it.  The Mercedes could be
fixed, but he didn't want to drive it after it had been wrecked, so that too would
have to be replaced after the repairs were made.  

Kim was bawling now in sympathy with her friend.  He turned to the girls.  It was
really his fault, getting drunk at the club.  He was just relived that everyone
seemed okay. He now wished he had invited Hank.   "Hey, it's all right girls. 
Don't sweat it.  The cars can be fixed."  Hugging Traci to comfort her, he
reassured her, "It's okay Traci, its okay.  These things happen.  I'm not angry
darling.  I just glad everyone's safe." 

"I'm so sorry, DaDee.  I'm so sorry," she continued to babble.

"Fuck it!   Don't worry about it. Okay?  Come on I'll deal with this shit
tomorrow."

They went inside.  The girls continued to sob. Brad went to the bar and fixed
himself another martini.  The girls disappeared into Kim's bedroom.  Chugging
the martini, he retired for the evening to an empty bed.  

Lying in bed and for no particular reason, Brad started thinking about Teresa and
her asshole father, Big Jim, the 5'4" tyrant.  He wondered what Big Jim would say
about what he and Kim were doing.

After the wedding Teresa took Brad to meet her folks.  She had never talked
about them other than that her mother was loony and that her dad was obnoxious
and was the cause of her mother's poor mental state.  Brad's mouth fell to the
floorboard as they drove up the drive to her parents' house.  It wasn't a house; it
was a mansion right out of some 1930's Hollywood production.

"You live here?"

"No, I live with you," she replied as if there was nothing unusual about her
parent's house.

"You never told me you were rich."

"Would it have made a difference?"  She always had cash and drove a nice car,
but that in itself wasn't unusual.  

Having had grown up in very modest middle class family, Brad suddenly felt
inferior.    The status symbol in his parent's neighborhood had been a double
carport and a fairly new Chevy Impala.  "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You'll see.  I don't like Daddy and I don't have any respect for Mother."

Big Jim was initially delighted to see Teresa, but looked at Brad with suspicion. 
Brad at 5'11" never considered himself to be tall, having come short of the
magical six-foot mark, but compared to Big Jim he was a giant, and Big Jim
despised big people.  

When Teresa told them that she and Brad were married, Big Jim exploded, "You
big bastard, you think you can get my money by marrying my daughter?  She's
mine, damn you!"  Brad was completely taken aback by his hostility, not to
mention the fact that ten minutes before he had no idea she came from a wealthy
family. "You won't get a penny hot shot!"

"I didn't marry her to get..."

"Get the hell out of my house you gold digging gigolo!  Get out!  You too girl! 
Get out of my sight, both of you!" he shrieked.

Brad retreated from the house followed by Teresa.  Her mother stopped her at the
door.

"How dare you upset your father like that!  You know that he's not well."

This is what Teresa expected of her mother, putting the blame for his insecurities
on other people.  She had never supported her in her struggles with the old man.

"Mother, go fuck yourself!"  Teresa turned and walked away.  

She had married Brad for three reasons, he was kind, she loved him, and she
wouldn't have to work for her father. Work?   That was a laugh.  Big Jim wanted
to get between her legs again and he wanted her to 'work' at his side.  His plan
was derailed and it enraged him.  Her mother blames her?  That was rich!  She
knew exactly what Big Jim did to her daughter, but never once acknowledged it
or tried to protect her from him.

Brad didn't learn of the incest until after Teresa's mother died.  Teresa explained
that Big Jim began making inappropriate advances toward her beginning in
seventh grade.  She always managed to rebuke him, which greatly angered him. 

Then when she was in high school, Big Jim caught her in a compromising
position with the gardener.  Big Jim was in a drunken stupor at the time, lost
control and took her while the gardener watched.  After that, he took her at his
whelm rationalizing that she was his possession.  No one said 'no' to Big Jim and
it was a power thing with him to degrade his own daughter who sought to defy
him. Still she resisted his advances so fervently that Big Jim threatened to cut
Teresa out of his will. Without the slightest support from her mother, she
reluctantly submitted to him.  

Now that her mother was dead, her father was threatening her again.  She made a
deal with him.  He was to pay for the lake house and put it in her name. He was
also to release her trust funds to her, and she was to be his only heir.  The
foundation that he'd established to perpetuate his good name was to be dissolved. 
In exchange, she would spend one week a month with him.  

Brad thought it was sick, but he was powerless to object. Brad continued to avoid
Big Jim and his venomous tirades, but he would still answer the phone only to
find the old man gloating about fucking his wife.  A typical opening line might
go, "What kind of man, let's another man fuck his wife for money?  A goddamned
pimp!" or "I fucked your wife  today and I'm going to fuck her again tonight. 
You're going to have to jack off!"  or "I took her virginity, not you.  You got her
second hand.  You're just a second hand smuck!"

Brad and Teresa's sex life was far more licentious than what Big Jim might have
imagined.  Brad could care less if she fucked some other guy, including her
father.  In addition to her fucking Ed on a regular basis, he'd watched numerous
other men take her.  He liked watching other men fuck her and he liked to watch
her enjoy herself.  Truth be known, he wanted to watch Big Jim fuck her too, but
he couldn't stand the bastard.

Now he was fucking his own daughter.  He wondered what Big Jim would say to
that.  Was he just like the old man?  He rationalized that his incest was
consensual.  He decided that he would never be possessive like Big Jim.  Kim
could enjoy sex with whomever she wished.  Someday she'd get married, and
maybe the sexual relationship with him would end, but he swore to himself that
he'd do nothing to bring that unhappy state upon himself.  The two girls entering
his bedroom giggling brought him out of his reverie.

"DaaaaaaDeeeee!"  Kim's devilish smile let him know that she was up to
something.  The girls were dressed in bathrobes, a common sight throughout the
years.  Brad had modestly worn a pair of gym shorts to bed just in case.

"What is it Baby?"

"We have a surprise for you.  A birthday present from us."

Brad was prepared for a homemade card and a crude frame with a goofy picture
of the two girls taken at a video arcade.  Kim stood behind Traci.  Traci unfolded
her hands across her abdomen and Kim pulled the bathrobe from her shoulders,
allowing the terrycloth robe to drop to the floor.

"Happy Birthday DaDee!  She's all yours."

Brad gawked, stunned, not only by the brashness of the two girls but by the
stunning beauty of Traci's young nude body.  She had 38C tits like Kim, but
because she was slightly shorter, she seemed to be bigger.  Bright pink aureoles
and perky little nipples capped her ripe melons.   Her auburn bush was neatly
trimmed.

"Wha...what are you two doing?  I, I, I can't do this Kim," he stammered knowing
full well that he was going to do it.  He'd fantasized about screwing Traci for the
past year, even before Teresa was killed. Now she stood naked before him,
offering herself to him for his birthday.  He knew he shouldn't, she was too young,
but she was offering herself to him. 

Traci sat on the bed and ran her hand under the elastic of his shorts grasping his
rapidly growing erection.  Kim dropped her robe to the floor and then she pulled
his shorts off.

"Oh my, DaDee!" exclaimed Traci.  "Kim wasn't exaggerating.  You've got the
biggest cock I've ever seen."

"Traci, don't," pleaded Brad.
 
"I wrecked your car.  Let me make it up to you."

"Fuck the car!  I can't do this with you."

"I'll tell everyone what you've been doing to Kim," she playfully threatened.

"I..."  

Traci's wide mouth descended on his fully erect organ, engulfing it with ease. 
She swung into a 69 position, offering her pink cunt to his mouth.   Brad grabbed
both cheeks of her ass and pulled her snatch to his hungry mouth.  Her clit already
stood out from the hood swollen with blood and it didn't escape him that her
snatch was already wet with salvia.  Casting aside all restraint, he voraciously ate
her out, tongue fucking her vagina, nibbling her distended clit.  Brad watched up
close as Kim's two fingers disappeared into Traci's pussy and sending her
shuddering in the throes of her second orgasm of the evening.  

Brad rolled her over, and broke from their embrace, pulling his rod from her
throat.  Kim urged him, "Fuck her DaDee, fuck her!"  

He positioned himself between her outspread legs and put the tip of his dick to
her sopping wet honey hole.   

"Fuck her DaDee, fuck her!   Give her a good fucking," his daughter huskily
implored. 

"Okay baby, you want it so I'm going to fuck you good," he growled.  His long
thick spear, flowing copious quantities of pre-cum from his cock-slit, parted her
sweet pink pussy lips and penetrated into her tight fuck hole.  Her labia spread
until they were obscenely stretched around his large caliber cock.

"Oh gawd!!!  You're so BIG!  Jesus fuck!  Oh yes, DaDee, stretch my little pussy
good. Oh, fuck, where have you been?"

Brad began thrusting her with shallow thrusts, working his way deeper and deeper
into Traci's wanton snatch, before fucking her with long full strokes.  The rim of
his cock crown gently scraped the lining of her vagina as it worked back and
forth, the friction stimulating her G-spot, causing it to swell and increasing the
friction even more. He fucked her roughly, treating her like the little nympho-slut
that she was, giving her exactly what she wanted.  The stentorian slap of their
bellies meeting with every thrust filled the room.  Her upper torso became
mottled like a mild rash, announcing her impending climax.  Nerves began
shorting out in her abdomen as her sex sensors overloaded. Her pussy clutched his
penis like a vise as hot, churning liquid raced the full length of her pussy.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Sweet fucking mercy, yes! Ohhhhhhh yessssssssss!"

Brad pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and continued to fuck her until she
orgasmed again.  He pulled out and repositioned her for a doggie-style coupling.  

He liked his birthday present.  An ever-dutiful daughter, Kim caught most of it on
tape for posterity, so her father could enjoy this moment again and again in the
future.  After nearly an hour of nonstop poking, she grew weary of her
self-appointed task of historian and put the video camera down.  

Brad was on top of Traci, her legs around his waist in a classic missionary.  Kim
ran her hand up the crack of her father's butt and found his asshole.  She began
rubbing his hole with a KY slickened finger. Through years of experience, he
knew how to relax his sphincter, and her finger glided easily up his rectum,
finding the hard knot of his prostate just as he'd taught her.  She began massaging
his pleasure button and soon he was pushed over the edge and came in a torrent,
flooding Traci's well-fucked cunt with his semen as he pumped load after load
into her.

He rolled off, exhausted from his efforts, only to find that his now deflating dick
in the mouth of his daughter.  It was her turn and she was determined to get him
back up as quickly as possible.  All through the night the two teens sucked and
fucked him, over and over.  Even after his nuts were completely drained, and his
pecker was too sore to continue, they worked his ass over with fingers, tongues
and a vibrator.  It was his best night of raw sex since Ed and Lisa moved.  He
woke the next morning finding Traci sucking his poor abused peter again. It was a
great birthday weekend.

For two days, he didn't bother to put even a pair of gym shorts on.  Hank came
around on Sunday morning.  Buck-naked Brad answered the door.  Brad
welcomed him in, happy that he might have some relief from the two insatiable
girls. He didn't think for moment what Hank might think about the two girls
sprawled naked on the living room.  Then he excused himself for a desperately
needed nap saying, "Have fun Hank," before he disappeared into the back of the
house.

  





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