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 The double glazing finished, mum was looking around the kitchen.

   "You know Dan it must be three years since we decorated in here, and the
new window and door make it look very shabby." Dad looked around the room,
he knew what was coming.  "The bank holiday is in a week's time, you could
decorate then." I looked at dad, he raised his eyes, I smiled, he hates
decorating.

   "I won't get this done in three days." "Get tony to help, he's been
having meals round here since he got back from France, time he helped us."
"Well I suppose I could ask him." "I will take Kim to my mums you will have
an empty house and no distractions."

   I looked at dad now he was smiling back at me, I hate going to my nans.
They live in the country and there is no where to go, only for walks, and
I'm not keen on walking.  They don't even have SKY so I can't watch the
music channels either.

   "Cant I stop here mum?  I asked.  "And have you get in the way?  No you
can come with me." "I won't get in the way I could help." "To do what?"
"Well rub down the doors and sweep up." I looked at dad almost pleading
with him to tell mum I could stay.  "Well I suppose she could." Dad
answered.  "Ill think about it then."

   The bank holiday came and mum had finally agreed that I could stay and
help.

   Mum had taken the car in the early morning when I was still in bed.  I
awoke to a very loud noise, "what the hells going on?" Climbing out of bed
I walked into the kitchen, dad had tried to dismantle the table and the
legs had fallen off.  "Sorry Kim I didn't mean to wake you, make a coffee
love now you're here."

   I put the kettle on and sat on the stool, waiting for it to boil, as
usual all I was wearing was my t-shirt and knickers.

   "You had better get dressed soon, Tony will be here, best not let him
see you like that." God if only he knew I thought.  "Ok, Ill have a coffee
first then dress." The kettle boiled and I poured the water in the cups,
handing a cup to dad I sat back on the stool.

   The door open and Tony stood there, "started already Dan?" "Yes I
thought I would take this table apart but the fuck...  sorry Kim, it fell
apart.  Tony looked at me eying me up; he hadn't seen me like this for a
long time, ever since our little argument about his neighbour in fact.

   "Make us a cup of coffee Kim please," he asked.  I poured another cup.
"Right Dan where do we start?" "If you can begin to rub the wood work down
Ill pop to the shop and get some filler, but finish your coffee first."
Tony was still eying me up, dad noticed.  "And Kimberly," he had gone into
authority mode again, "you can get dressed."

   "Right I'm off to the shop, there's some sand paper over there to use
till I get more, I won't be long."

   He walked out the door.  Tony didn't comment on the way I was dressed,
he knew it was over for us, I had told him long ago.

   He put the cup on the draining board and picked up the sand paper and
started work.  I drank mine and got off the stool and walked toward the
door.

   "What's this thing Tony?" pointing down at something I hadn't seen
before.  "That's a work mate." "Oh, what does it do?" "You undo the handles
put some wood in the grips, tighten it up, and it holds it steady while you
cut the wood." "Oh I see, looks like a torture device to me." "How do you
work that out, you have a good imagination."

   I stepped forward and undid the handles, "if you get a prisoner and put
their hands in here, then tighten the handle it will hold them tight." I
had placed one of my hands in the device, and tighten the handle with the
other.

   "Well if you look at it like that I suppose it could." He walked over to
me, took my other hand and placed it in the device, then did the handle up
tight, it was almost hurting, and I couldn't move.  "Looks like you are
right it could be used to restrain some one."

   He walked behind me now, I watched over my shoulder.  Stepping forward
he took my pants in both hands and pulled them sharply down my legs to my
ankles.  I have to say I was a little taken back, but not too much.  After
all, my petite little bottom must have been tempting.  I watched as he
dropped his shorts, and in an instant his penis was in me, plundering my
love tube, God this was rape, and I love it, I thought.

   "I've been waiting weeks to do this, God I miss you Kim." He was pushing
harder now, I knew he wouldn't last much longer, but as always my sensitive
little pussy was responding, and I could feel an orgasm approaching like an
express train.  I screamed as it hit me, and Tony grunted loudly as his
sperm entered me.

   Then the back door opened.

   We both looked up at him, dad stood there filler in one hand and a bag
of doughnuts in the other.  "What the....." Tony stepped back, and was
against the units, fully expecting a punch in the face from dad, after all
he had been caught fucking his eleven year old niece, and Tony knew nothing
about dad and I.

   Dad walked past me, throwing the bags on the work top, then he stood
behind me.  Tony was cowering in the corner by now.  He looked at Tony, is
limp cock still hanging there, he hadn't even time to pull his shorts up.
Then he looked back at me, bent over the work mate, my hands held firmly by
the device.  My panties around my ankles, pussy lips open wide, dripping
Tonys cum.

   I watched over my shoulder, his shorts were off, and he was behind me,
in a split second he was imbedded inside me, ramming my poor little pussy
as if there was no tomorrow, seconds later he filled me up.

   Tony had watched in disbelief, not even bothering to pull his shorts up.
Dad stepped back, as glob after glob of freshly sown spunk dripped from my
pussy onto the floor.  They stood in silence for what seemed like forever,
looking down at me, my back was beginning to ache now.  "Can one of you
release me from this thing?" Tony pulled his shorts up and stepped forward,
undoing the handles I stood up.  "Thank you."

   I pulled my knickers up and pushed pass them on the way to my bedroom
once more, very surprised with the recent turn of events, I lie on my bed,
and soon fell asleep once more.

   I awoke in the afternoon, showered, and put my little red skirt, and
headed down stairs.  I stopped half way, wondering if Tony was still there,
or had there been a row and he had gone home.  No he was still there I
could hear his voice, he was singing.  I moved to the door and the sight I
saw made me smile.  Both of the were swaying there arses in time with the
music, both were doing a very bad impression of Take That, Tony was using
his roller as a microphone, dads legs and arms were covered in emulsion,
Tonys hair was streaked with magnolia emulsion, and there were blobs on his
face, probably from the roller microphone.

   The song finished, I clapped my hands, "bravo, bravo, but don't give up
your day jobs." They both turned in unison, and bowed in my direction.  At
least they were still friends.

   "Wow this looks great, you are doing well, mum will be well pleased."
"Just around the window, and this wall to do, then we can gloss, but we
can't do that today the undercoats still wet."

   "I expect you want a drink?"

   They both nodded I went to the fridge pulled out two beers and a coke
for me.  I sat on the stool, Tony on the work mate that had held me tight a
few hours ago while I was raped.  Dad sat beside me on the stool.

   "Kim, your uncle and I have had a long chat this morning; you weren't
seeing a boy across town at all was you?" I glanced at Tony; he looked down
to the floor.

   "I also know what you two got up to while you were at his house.  and I
have told your uncle about us, and after much discussion have agreed that
neither of us will do that again, we don't think its fair on you for one
thing, and it could harm you mentally.  Even though you think its fun, it's
wrong for us to carry on the way we have.  Tony has a girlfriend, and I
have your mum, it's also not fair on them."

   I sat in silence looking into his eyes.  "One day Kimberly," here we go
again, Kimberly, making it clear he was in charge.  "You will meet a boy of
your own age, and then you may want to make love to him, but at least he
will be your own age, not a relation as we are."

   I stood up and moved closer to him, my eyes locked on his, a slight
smile came to my lips as I recalled his lecture.  I was standing between
his open legs, my hands fell to his thighs, I kissed his cheek.  Dad
glanced at Tony, my eyes followed, Tony was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
He looked back at me, still smiling at him.

   "Kimberly you aren't listening to a word I have said have you?" I didn't
answer; my eyes were flirting with his.

   "What the fuck am I going to do with you?" I raised my eyes to the
ceiling, his followed mine.  He understood.  He grabbed my wrist and pulled
me with him towards the door.  Tony was looking at dad.

   "Oh fucking great, so I have to finish off the painting while you to
have fun, fucking wonderful."

   The words had hardly left his mouth, and I was half way up the stairs.

   The bedroom door was flung open and I was pushed toward the bed, landing
on the bed, my little skirt above my waist.  He moved toward me stopping
only to remove his shorts and shirt, grabbing my ankles he pulled me to the
edge of the bed.  Reaching down he ripped my knickers off me, throwing them
on the floor.  Kneeling on the floor, between my legs, my little pussy was
assaulted once more, as his mouth worked its magic.  I opened for him, his
fingers delving into my love tunnel, and I was on my way to the stars once
more with my daddy.

   I screamed as I came, he stood, aiming his fleshy rod at my entrance he
pushed forward, and for the second time today I felt him in me.

   Was I being raped again I thought, I hoped so.

   After a few minutes he stopped, lay on the bed and pulled me on top of
him.  Now I was in charge, I gripped his rod and placed it at my opening,
and sat down, his cock entering me like a missile.  I rode my daddy,
bending forward to kiss him; I bucked like a wild animal.

   I heard a sound behind me, and looked over my shoulder, it was uncle
Tony, I felt his hands on the cheeks of my bum, caressing me, then a finger
entered my brown hole.  Pushing gently at first, then there was two; he was
reaming my arse ready for his invasion into my body.  Satisfied I was ready
he pulled my arse toward him, his penis at my entrance.

   Dad was looking at him and knew instinctively what Tony had in mind. 
"Tony don't you hurt her, Ill never forgive you if you hurt my angel." "I
won't hurt her Dan, she can do this, she knows more then you give her
credit for."

   I felt him invade me; dad was watching my face, looking for a sign that
Tony was hurting me, there wasn't one.  Tony was moving faster now; both
men could feel each other cocks in my body, rubbing against each other,
separated only by a thin wall of skin.

   I was gone; I was out of it, my first double penetration, and my mind in
a turmoil, so many feeling all at once.  I felt dizzy, not knowing which
feeling to concentrate on; they were all new and beautiful.  I was
screaming as though someone was murdering me, love juice poured from my
swollen pussy.  I collapsed, spent, exhausted too many emotions all at
once, with my dad I was on my way to heaven, if there were a place pass
heaven, then Tony had taken me there.

   I woke an hour later, both my holes oozed man cream, I just lay, trying
to remember, it was all a blur.

   I stood slowly, my legs could hardly hold me, and staggered to the
bathroom.  I ran a bath and stepped in, the warm water engulfing my
sensitive parts.

   I lay there thinking.

   I had set out to make my fortune selling my pussy, and I still didn't
have much money.  But that didn't matter; I had something money couldn't
buy, love.

   Ellie had been right all along, making love with somebody who loves you
is far better then ordinary sex, I had found that out with the two men I
love most in the entire world, my Uncle and my Father.  I shall have to
tell Ellie at school after the break, that she had been right all the time,
and I had been wrong.

   Yes dad was right also, one day I would meet a boy of my age, and we may
marry and I may have his babies, I made my mind up then if I have a
daughter she wouldn't have to wait as long as me to experience her daddy's
love like I had.

   But one thing I knew for sure, my husband, whoever he may be will have
to be prepared to share me with my uncle and most of all, my father.

   The End

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