CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?
By Apollon

A young, single father, quarantined with two pubescent children, answers a few questions. Bg, Mg, Mb, inc.

It had been over a year now since his wife had succumbed to the cancer. He missed her terribly. They had both been virgins when they met in college, but made up for it quickly. A word was invented for her; insatiable. She wanted it all the time; morning noon and night. He wasn’t particularly well endowed with only five and a half to six inches. But it seemed enough for her and she wanted it a lot. They had both been virgins when they met and both intended to make up for lost time. First Carrie arrived then Carson just a year later. Since they were still in college, they wanted to avoid another pregnancy, and the pill made her sick. They had no idea what future income would be like, Brad agreed to a vasectomy and they resumed the debauchery. Even when she knew she had cancer and only a short time she wanted to make the most of it and invited sex.

Brad had moved them to a smaller house, one with a great room, three small bedrooms and one large bathroom, only to find out later that insurance would have helped them stay in the bigger house. But the kids didn’t seem to mind. They were in the same school district and were able to keep their friendships.

Then the pandemic hit. Brad took a lesser job, with a little pay cut, so he could stay home with the kids as they did school virtually.

Carrie was eleven now and in the sixth grade. She had grown taller and lankier in just a few months. There was a short time that she seemed to withdraw, keeping to herself, in her room. Brad excused it as the moodiness of the cusp of puberty and was able to spend more time with Carson. But recently the girl had appeared and joined he and her little brother on the couch watching tv. She had abandoned the little girl, cotton night gowns that had cartoon characters on the front. They had recently gotten shorter, due to her growth, and now were more like shirts. She wasn’t particularly modest, letting the hem ride up showing slender, bare legs clear to her cotton panties.

But lately as she joined them, Carrie had blossomed out in a couple of baby-doll styled pajamas that Brad hadn’t seen before. One set was pink, the other blue. Her legs were left totally bare and the thinness of the material in the sleeveless tops did little to hide the budding cones that were appearing on Carrie’s chest. Carson lounged in his tight, white undershorts that didn’t always conceal his little tube when he glanced at his sister and it stiffened. Carson wasn’t especially concerned when it happened and nonchalantly plunged his hand inside his shorts. Brad usually opted for cotton lounge pants which he quickly doffed in bed, opting to sleep nude as he had done for years.

Several times lately, Carrie had plopped down on the couch next to her dad and sort of cuddled up with him. She even draped a bare leg over his leg a couple of times. One evening Brad had an arm around each of his kids, watching tv, like he had done many times before. But this time his hand had rested on a mound of flesh under Carrie’s top. He started to move it when the girl grabbed his hand and pressed it against her. The thin fabric did little to inhibit his feel; it was a real tit; his little girl was getting tits. She held her hand on his making sure he got a good feel.

“They’re growing,” she said quietly, turning to smile at him. Brad nodded, moving his hand slightly on the little cone. It was firm yet soft and he could feel the little nipple on the end. Carson had his hand in his shorts and wiggled on the other side of his dad and jumped up.

“I think I’ll go to bed,” Carson announced, and trudged toward the hallway and the bedrooms. Both Brad and Carrie could see the little tent in the boy’s briefs leading the way. They had ignored his hand as he had pushed it down the front of his shorts, tugging on his little unit.

“He’s got a boner,” Carrie said, after her little brother had gone. “I think he’s going to go play with it,” she added, grinning at her dad and holding his hand on her budding boob. “It gets hard and he does that all the time, now.”

“It’s natural,” he said, “All boys get them; they can’t always help it.” He hesitated for a few seconds. “And all boys play with them eventually,” he added. He had already had a little talk with Carson when he had interrupted the boy and one of his friends before the lockdown. Their pants were at their ankles and they were exploring each other’s little weenies. He assured both boys they were not in trouble, to their relief, and suggested they shower together and lock the door if they wanted to play around.

He wanted to talk a little more when he signed the permission slip for Carson to participate in the health section from school, but he decided to wait. The section was mostly about puberty and what boys could expect to happen to them. Carson seemed to be aware already about how his body would grow and was more anxious to learn about girls and sex which wasn’t taught until sixth grade.

“I know,” Carrie said, “about what happens to boys,” grinning as she took Brad’s hand from around her shoulders. “They told us about it and I read about it in the health unit,” Carrie said and stood up. “I think I’ll go to bed, too,” she said, looking down at the tent that had formed in Brad’s lounge pants, and smiling. He could see what she was looking at and he resisted rearranging it rather than let her know it was she that had caused it. She turned and disappeared down the hallway. Brad couldn’t help but notice how much she resembled her mother.

He jumped up, closing the door to the little half bath, and quickly massaged his hard cock, shooting into the sink. Then a euphoria of guilt swept over him. He had just looked at and touched his little girl in a sexual way for the first time. His mind was in a whirl. Times had changed; he didn’t want his kids to

grow up ignorant like he and his wife had been. But despite the research he had read from Kinsey and Masters and Johnson, he knew there were barriers. Kids these days knew more earlier and were more interested in sex than he had been. Since moving to the smaller house, he had let them be more relaxed and he had been as well. Perhaps he was being too liberal?

It wasn’t unusual for Carson to come in and pee while his father was shaving or in the shower. Most of the time Brad had on lounge pants or boxers. But a few times lately he was stark naked and he was now. He let the boy look at his penis and balls dangling from the patch of hair, deciding it was healthy. This time, the boy watched his father shaving, standing first on one foot then another, glancing at Brad’s dick and balls, like something was on his mind. “Can I ask you a question,” he said. “Sure,” Brad responded, putting the shaver away.

“Well, I read ahead in the health section, and they say when a boy starts dreaming, you know, about sex and stuff, he starts master…umm, master something,” he stammered, to take care of it.

“You mean masturbating?” Brad ginned to himself. Carson nodded. He was pretty sure what it meant but he decided to ask his dad anyway. His source for information about sex went away when they were on lockdown but his dad had always been honest with him. “Yeah, that’s the word,” he answered.

Brad eyed his son. Normally the boy was soft sporting only a little noodle over a small wrinkled sack. But his briefs were getting small and did nothing to hide the stiff little tube in the front, not that Carson had ever been modest around his dad, even when he was hard. “Well pull your shorts down and I’ll show you.” The boy whipped his shorts to the floor as if he expected to do this. His hairless little pecker stood straight up proudly and curving slightly back. “It’s kind of like you and your friend were doing that time…take a hold of It…and move your hand up and down.”

“Oh, you mean like jacking off?” He smiled, grabbed his weenie, and started the classic motion on his little prick. “Is that what it means? My friend’s brother showed him all about it,” he admitted, his hand was still busy on his little cock. “And this keeps you from squirting at night?” Brad nodded, feeling his own phallus begin to swell as he watched his son beat off. “Do you still, I mean, grownups do it, too, I mean, how do you…” he stammered as he looked at his dad’s swelling penis. Brad hesitated for a second as he adjusted the water.

“Sure, I do, and most boys and men do…from nine to ninety,” he said.

“I’m almost eleven,” Carson announced, “And older guys do it, I mean, when it gets hard?” His eyes were focused on Brad’s stiffening dick. It wasn’t unusual for him to see his dad naked or be seen by him. But he hadn’t seen his dad erect many times before. It was huge and Brad saw him staring.

“Get in the shower and I’ll show you.” Brad was a little hesitant but this boy was curious, and he didn’t want him growing up ignorant or getting the wrong information. He stepped in the shower followed by Carson and gripped his swelling penis. “I do it like this, pretty much the same as you,” Brad said, stroking himself in the spray.

Carson stepped in the shower, still tugging on his stiff unit and watching his dad intently. “Sometimes when I wake up my thing is hard and I do this. Then it feels like I have to pee,” he added, “But nothing comes out.”

“It will before long,” his dad said. “You’re about to give yourself an orgasm, kids call it coming. You’ll need to keep tissues or old socks next to your bed when it starts. It’ll be thin and clear at first…like this.” He sped up pumping himself and several spurts of clear semen shot from the end of his dick.

“Whoa, that’s cool,” the boy exclaimed watching as the spurts came from his father’s dick. “My friend says his brother’s does that and his gets a little sticky on the end sometimes.” He was bent over watching intently. “So that’s the sperm?” he asked, looking intently at the issue.

“Well, it’s semen,” Brad responded, “I had a little operation when your mom started getting sick,” he continued. “It’s what sperm swims In but it won’t make a girl pregnant. It’s what boys start getting first before they have sperm in it.” He went on to explain that the pill made his wife sick. Then they discovered after he had the vasectomy, it wasn’t the pill but her illness. The boy looked thoughtful as he continued to stroke his stiff little cock.

Brad turned the boy around and started washing his back. He soaped the boy all over and rubbed over his bare butt. He was drawn; he wanted to feel the boy’s little stick but didn’t and Carson kept tugging on it himself. Then the boy shuddered a little, his small little phallus shrunk, and he rinsed off. After they stepped out of the shower and were drying the boy looked at his dad. “It’s fun to shower together; can we do it again?” Brad nodded and grinned to himself.

“Can I ask you a question?” Carrie said, a few nights later, leaning with both hands resting on Brad’s knees. She didn’t seem to mind that he could see down her front and was looking at the little cones that had formed on her chest. Her eyes were sparkling and she seemed a little hesitant.

“You know you can; you can ask me anything,” he said. “I’ll always be honest and tell you the truth.” He had a hunch where this was going. He had been a little lax with regard to modesty since they had been locked down in the small house.

“Did you ever…I mean…when you started puberty get dreams…I mean… about doing stuff, you know, sexy dreams?” It was not exactly what Brad had expected and he had to stifle a smile. “I mean, I know boys get them and sometimes ejaculate at night in their sleep…they told us about wet dreams in health…but did you…I mean…do boys dream about doing stuff when they do that?”

“Umm, well, when boys first start making semen, you know that sperm swims in when they get a little older, it builds up and just releases sometimes, until boys learn how to do it for themselves, anyway.” He added the last wondering if he should bring up masturbation.

“I know all about that,” Carrie said, “But do boys dream about stuff, you know, sex stuff, like girls do?

“Sure, they do, and once it starts it lasts forever,” he responded. The girl stood up, seemingly satisfied with his answer and padded toward the door.

“And sometimes boys…and men…have to relieve themselves,” she added over her shoulder hesitating at the doorway. “Sometimes girls do, too,” she added and disappeared.

When school had started in the fall, they actually had real classes, then they were locked down again and did school on laptops and computers. Right at first, when they were getting registered, she had her dad sign a permission slip. It allowed the school to teach them about sex, and there was even a separate approval for birth control. Some parents objected to this part. Her dad simply signed both slips and she knew he had signed one for Carson, her brother as well. If his was like hers had been last year, all they taught them was about puberty and what to expect when they experienced it.

This year she was going to learn all about boys and “doing it” and she was excited. She had already learned all the terms and vocabulary words like penis, scrotum, testicles, semen and sperm. She had moved ahead on the website and found drawings of boys and even one of a boy’s thing, his penis, inside a girl. “That’s how it was done,” she thought. She knew from playground talk about that; a couple of girls had even bragged about “doing it”.

Alone in her room, when she supposedly was doing school work, she used the search engines and found a few sights that actually showed people “doing it”. She ignored the “adults only” and “18+” notices and was careful to erase the history but was driven by curiosity.

After her shower, one night later, she brushed her hair, took note of how her boobs were growing and slipped on panties and a long night shirt. She thought about donning the “sexy” pajamas and teasing her dad some more, but she opted for the old ones. As she padded down the dark hallway her brother’s door was open a crack and she could see him sitting on his bed in only the light from his laptop computer. She knew he did his schoolwork early, followed with video games, and wondered what he was looking at this time.

She peeked through the crack and couldn’t see what he was looking at on the computer but she could see that his undershorts were pushed down in the front and he had his hand around his stiff little weenie. He was doing it; he was masturbating. She watched, fascinated as his hand moved slowly on the stiff little rod. Only the tip was visible as his hand moved and she wanted to see more. Quietly she slipped through the narrow opening moved over behind her brother. The screen was visible now and she could see he was looking at the same thing they had shown the girls last year; all about puberty and how their bodies would change, their boobs would grow and hair would develop. She smiled to herself knowing she had looked at what they were showing the fifth-grade boys about their own bodies.

Sensing his sister’s presence more than hearing her, Carson panicked. He scrambled trying to close the computer and pull up his shorts at the same time. He wasn’t doing very well at either. “You don’t need to cover that,” she said, as he pulled the white cotton over his swollen tube. “I’ve seen it already. And if you’re going to do that, you should close your door completely.” She could tell he was embarrassed even in the dark. “Besides, I read about it in the health section and dad says it’s natural; all boys do it.”

“It does…I mean…he does and you’ve seen…” the boy stammered.

“Of course, silly, when you’re lying around watching tv and you think I’m not looking, it gets hard and you play with it all the time. They say in health that when a boy is about our age and starts having wet dreams about sex and stuff, he starts doing it so he won’t get his pajamas and sheets all sticky. Are you having wet dreams already?”

Carson was aghast. He had been dreaming and his sister knew all about it. He had compared notes and equipment with other boys, and had played around with a friend, but had no idea girls knew about it. But they must be as curious about boys as he and his friends are about girls. But, of course, they wouldn’t admit it. “Umm, not really, I mean, it gets hard all the time but nothing comes out yet.” He couldn’t believe he just said that.

“But you play with it all the time anyway,” she said. He felt his face flush and he nodded. “Let’s see what you were looking at,” and she grabbed his computer, opening it before he could object, and held it away from his hands. It opened on the drawings she had seen last year. It was a chronology of a girls’ growth through puberty. “Oh, we saw these last year but they wouldn’t show us about boys until this year. But it’s all on the website; they gave us a password and a couple of assignments. And I know the boys’ password. You were just curious, huh; about girls’ boobs and such?”

Carson nodded in the dark. His sister moved toward the door. “Well next time, close the door and you won’t get interrupted.” She smiled to herself and glanced out the doorway before hesitating. Then as if forgetting something she turned toward her brother once again. “Besides, the real thing is right here,” she added and pulled up her shirt-like gown exposing both of her budding tits. She slipped out the door and closed it.

The next morning Carson’s door opened slowly. His sister peeked through the narrow opening. “Are you awake?” she asked quietly. He had been for several minutes. Recalling the quick look at his sister’s tits the night before and some other things he had seen on the internet, his penis was hard. He had pushed the undershorts that he was now accustomed to sleeping in below his knees and gripped his almost four inches of boy meat just as the door opened.

“Yeah, sort of,” he replied, pulling his hand quickly away from his unit.

“Dad’s gone to the store and had to go by the office,” she said, pushing her way past the door and sitting on the edge of her brother’s bed. “He’s going to be gone for a while,” she added. “Umm, about last night…you can’t say anything, OK? I mean, to your friends and such.”

“Oh, I won’t,” he said. He noticed Carrie’s eyes had traveled to the little tent in the sheets. He lifted his leg but it was too late; she had seen it. He needed to pee but he wasn’t going to uncover with his sister there.

“You were just curious, huh” she asked. He nodded. “Well, I know boys do, but girls compare, too, you know, I mean when they start growing. And girls like to show off, I mean, not to just boys but to other girls. Sometimes they’re really mean to other girls, I mean, ones that don’t start growing and are still really flat.”

“I know,” Carson interjected, “It starts at different times for different people. They say that in the health ed material.” He looked at Carrie wondering if he should say more, but she brought it up. “Girls start earlier than boys,” he offered. “A couple of girls in my class already have…I mean, they’ve started growing already, but one is kind of fat.”

“Yeah, only about half of my class have started growing, you know, up top.” Carrie started to say something about periods and the few girls that had started but she chickened out. “Umm, if you keep it a secret, I’ll show you some stuff on the computer. Get your laptop.” Carson nodded vigorously, hoping to see more of the material they showed the girls. As he reached for the computer on the table next to him, the sheet pulled away a little exposing one bare cheek. Carrie confirmed that her little brother was naked under the sheets.

She booted up the computer, typed a little more, added a password, and hesitated before turning the screen toward her brother. “You can’t ever talk about this or let dad see it,” she cautioned, then turned the screen toward her brother. There was a girl, Carson gleaned from Carrie’s class, with her shirt pulled up. Her face wasn’t visible but her growing little tits were. Then Carrie advanced through several screens most were of the same girl but there were a couple of others in various stages of growth. “Girls usually show off in the rest room, but this is the only way under the lock down,” she said, “We’ve traded some pictures on Skype.”

Carson was mesmerized by the girls, not much older than he, baring themselves for the screen. He felt himself swell even more beneath the sheets. He kept his leg bent to hide the stiff little pole but he kept his eyes glued to the screen as his sister stepped through the pages. “Only a few girls will do this,” Carrie commented. “Mostly just the ones that want to show off and only a couple of girls have the password,” she added. “One girl even went farther,” she said and a few pages later a girl that was completely topless, with ample tits, pulled the front of her panties down a little way, displaying a few dark pubic hairs above her slit.

“Whoa, she’s really got a body,” was all Carson could say, as his eyes were glued to the screen.

“She’s only twelve and has a boyfriend in Jr. High. She brags about the stuff she does with him.” She looked at her little brother who seemingly ignored the last comment. He grabbed the computer from his sister and began scrolling back and forth over the partially nude girls.

Carson looked at his sister and his eyes dropped to the little swells under her shirt. “You said you traded, have you posted your picture…?” Carson started to ask.

“Yes,” she admitted, “That’s me, right there,” she said pointing to one of the pictures. Carson took a good long look. It was his sister all right and he was looking at a picture of her bare tits. “Do you want to see mine again…I mean…for real?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. He watched as his sister pulled the cotton gown over her head baring her chest completely. He focused on the two little cones and the nipples that appeared to be stiff on the ends. She was a little bigger now than the pictures on the computer.

“I know you’re naked under the sheets,” she announced, “Dad sleeps that way too. I’ve seen it when he wakes up in the morning and a few times when he goes into the bathroom.” She hesitated a little letting her brother’s eyes take in her naked chest. “So, pull the sheet down, I want to see yours.”

“What? Heck no…I mean…you’ve seen it already when we used to take baths together,” he protested.

“Yes, but that was a long time ago…we were just little, and I want to see it like it is now.” She jerked the sheet away from Carson’s middle baring him to the knees. His first instinct was to cover his raging hard-on, but he didn’t want to let go of the computer. Carrie pushed his hand away and forced his leg down. His little penis stood straight up pulsing with his heartbeat. Carson quit protesting and let her look. She smiled at the little stick standing straight up from her brother’s body. It wasn’t as big as the glimpses she’d had of her dad’s or the images she had seen on the internet. But it was real and she was getting a good look. It was much more impressive than the drawings in the health class/sex ed section.

Carson watched as his sister stared at his pulsing penis. Then an idea crept over him. “I feel kind of silly being the only one clear naked,” he said. “One of my friends says he sees his sister naked all the time.” He didn’t add that the sister was much younger. Carrie looked up, sensing the implication.

“So, do you want me to take my panties off?” she asked, knowing what he was suggesting. He nodded. “Ok, but then can I feel it?” she asked, as she whipped her cotton panties to the floor and stood up.

Carson studied the little slit at the junction of his sister’s legs. It was puffier on either side and more pronounced than he remembered from when they bathed together years ago. “We can feel each other if you want,” he suggested, not wanting to miss this opportunity. Carrie smiled and climbed up on her brother’s bed pushing the lap top computer aside.

Carrie’s hand went immediately to her brother’s hard, slim boy cock. She squeezed it a little then cupped his small ball sack before moving her hand back to his shaft. She smiled when she felt his hands go over her firm, pointed, pre-teen tits and slide down to probe at her crack. He rubbed over the little dangle of flesh giving her a tingle and then she felt his finger probe at the opening. She had pushed a few things in there, marking pens and the handle of her hair brush opening herself so she could use tampons instead of pads when the time came. She smiled when she recalled one girl remarking that her uncle had shown her another way to open up.

She felt her hips roll as her brother pressed a finger deeper into her opening. She started moving her hand on his penis like she had seen him do. Carrie and Carson spent most of the next hour feeling and exploring each other. “Can I ask you a question?” she queried, looking down at his stiff weenie. Carson nodded. “Do you dream about girls, I mean, doing stuff with them?” she asked. He nodded again, not wanting to admit he thought about doing stuff with other boys as well as girls. After a few more minutes and fearing their dad would return, they dressed and retreated to their own rooms.

That night, Carrie plopped down next to her dad again. Carson was in his room and she wasted no time in pulling her dad’s arm around her shoulders. She let the top fall open and pressed his hand against her budding boob and held it there. He made no move to pull it away. She smiled up at him and he tried to resist the things he was thinking.

He felt himself swell in the boxers that he was lounging around in. Carrie’s eyes rested on the tent that was forming at his crotch and he nothing to hide it. He was battling mentally with the things he was thinking about. His hand moved over Carrie’s naked chest and he wanted to plunge his hand in her panties, turn her over and ravish her budding body, but he resisted. Finally, he jumped up and followed the tent to his bedroom leaving Carrie looking a little disappointed.

Later that night, Brad was in bed, reading. It was getting late and he switched off the lamp and settled under the sheet. His door that was still open just a crack and it moved open wider displaying the silhouette of Carrie standing in the doorway. The only light was behind her, the night light in the hallway. It was dim but it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a top. She was naked except for a brief pair of panties.

Brad had noticed the kids being laxer around each other lately, leaving the door open to their rooms and when they showered. And even trudging back and forth in the hallway being careless with towels. It must be the product of their being cooped up together, he thought to himself. He knew there was a line somewhere but he didn’t want the kids growing up as rigid as he and his wife had been.

“Dad, are you still awake?” she whispered, stepping toward the bed from the doorway.

“Yes, I am,” Brad responded quietly.

“Can I get in bed with you?” the girl asked sheepishly. Brad had held both kids in bed and cuddled with them after their mom died. But that was over a year ago and much had changed. His daughter was growing into a young woman and his son was jacking off regularly now.

“Umm, you know how I sleep…I don’t think it would be a good idea…” he stammered knowing he was naked and hard under the sheet and now could see his daughter was topless.

“Oh, I know you sleep naked,” she said, and in one quick move, she pushed the brief panties to her ankles and crawled in with him. “There, now we’re both even,” she said and scooted over to Brad. She let a hand rest on his chest toying a little with the sparse hairs she found there.

“Umm, Carrie, I don’t think this a good idea….” He started to say, feeling his dick start to swell even more.

“Shh,” she said, “We don’t want to wake Carson. “I was having another one of those dreams like we talked about. I kept wondering what it would be like, you know, with a boy…a man…and you haven’t had any relief since mom died.” While she was explaining her hand had drifted down his front and found his fully engorged cock. She circled her fingers around it and gently stroked it making it even harder.

“Umm, Carrie, this isn’t...I mean…I’m your dad…” before he could continue, the girl put a finger to his lips, pulled the sheet down, and started to straddle him. He wanted to object but his body betrayed him. Carrie rubbed the tip of his penis in her crevice passing a little moisture to him, then aimed at her portal and settled slowly down. It was like a rubber band going around his tip, tight but slippery. She settled a little more and he felt the tip pass through a barrier and some of his shaft slide inside.

Carrie gasped at the intrusion. There was little stab of pain as his tip stretched her thin barrier. Then it subsided as she felt more of him slide in her. She hadn’t done a very good job of opening herself up for this. But it was what she wanted. It had been the subject of her dreams; she dreamed of feeling a boy between her legs; a man; her dad. There had been a number of fantasies; she had dreamed of boys at school and even her little brother while she rubbed herself off. But they were all so immature and she wanted a real man to be her first. It was only the last few weeks, quarantined with her dad that she realized she wanted it to be him.

She knew it was supposed to be wrong; it was incest. But it felt so good as more of him slid inside her. He loved her; she knew that; and he wouldn’t be telling other boys at school. The look on his face in the dark was what she had hoped for. As more of him slid in her it had gone from surprise to lust to love.

It was fully inside her now. She could feel him touching her somewhere inside. It was bigger than she expected but she had most of it inside her now. She had no way of knowing that it was smaller than average but it filled her eleven-year-old love tunnel completely. She rose up just a little letting it slip inside her then settled on it again. She felt her dad’s hands on her bare butt and his hips flexed a little. Instinct was guiding him and it had been a long time since he had felt this.

She was tight, like her mother had been the first time they had done it. They were both virgins and new at college. They were both horny and it boiled over in his old Chevy one night. Carrie’s mom had mounted him just like Carrie just did. After that night they did it whenever they had the chance. Carrie’s mom was the person they invented the word for; insatiable. They planned to marry then discovered she was pregnant. After Carrie arrived, they went right back at it. Shortly after Carrie was born, Carson was conceived. They were both still in school. She tried the pill, but it was new and made her sick. Since they already had two kids, Brad had a vasectomy so nothing would interfere with school or his sex life.

Brad knew this was a taboo; men just didn’t fuck their daughters. But it felt so good, it had been so long, and she had wanted it. He couldn’t stop; he didn’t want to. In a few minutes more, and after some furtive little motions Brad and Carrie began riding against each other. Carrie moved up and down on his solid stick touching as much of it as she could. This was amazing; a naked girl was on top of him, with his dick deeply imbedded in her virginal pussy. He forgot for a moment that it was his daughter. He had gone from sex every night, sometimes several times, to none for over a year. He needed release and he felt it start.

Carrie felt him shudder and a warmth begin to fill her. He came quickly, she could feel him squirting inside her, but she wasn’t concerned. Her regular periods hadn’t started yet, only a little spotting, and she knew her dad had had a vasectomy a few years ago. It was another reason she wanted to do it with him. She couldn’t get pregnant so she enjoyed the sensation.

She felt him relax beneath her and felt herself go limp and drape her naked body over his. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered the question.

“Oh, yes, and I wanted to do it with you,” Carrie whispered back. Without pulling out, her dad rolled her over staying firmly between her legs. He was still hard. It had been a way long time since he had felt this warmness on his dick and he couldn’t help himself.

He began plowing in and out again, savoring the flesh of the tall, slim girl beneath him. He kissed her firmly on the lips and felt her respond to his mouth and his body. He fucked even harder wondering if she was perpetually horny like her mom and vowed to get her on the pill early.

“This is just like my dream,” she breathed, “Keep going, don’t stop.” He had no intentions of stopping. She felt his hardness inside her body, moving, touching her in all the right places. It still hurt a little, but the sensation was worth it. She could feel him going in and out of her, filling her down there. “No wonder grown-ups do this all the time,” she thought to herself. She had heard them do it in their old house; they hadn’t always been quiet. She knew, now, why a couple of girls in her class smiled when “doing it” was mentioned. Carrie knew she could never tell who she did it with but was pleased she was among that select group now.

In a few minutes Brad felt the girl’s legs go around him; she started to groan and felt her shudder. He had made her come. A few seconds later he felt his own loins explode for the second time, spurting ropes of sterile semen into her body. Before he could slide clear out, he felt her hands go around his neck. She kissed him firmly on the mouth. “Thank you, daddy; that was wonderful… and just what I dreamed about.” He reached for the tissues he kept near his bed and wrapped one around his wet weenie as he slipped out and handed one to his daughter. Silently she slipped out of bed, retrieved her panties, and padded to the door that she had closed behind her. She gave a little wave as she slipped through it and headed down the hall to her room.

Carrie wiped the sticky issue from her crack, slipped on her panties and her old cotton nightie, and drifted off to a relaxed and satisfied sleep. Brad on the other hand, tossed and turned, feeling guilty and wondering why he had let it go so far. He had fucked his own daughter, his only daughter. Even worse he had enjoyed it and she had, too.

A morning later, Brad had jumped on the laptop right after breakfast and he decided to take a break and shower just before noon. He had just gone into the bathroom, started running the electric shaver over his face, when Carson opened the door and wandered in, closing the door behind him. The kids didn’t always dress right away and Carson was still in his tight white briefs and nothing else. Brad had started the water, dropped his boxers and started shaving. He noticed the stiff little tube standing up in the front of Carson’s white cotton briefs.

“Umm, can we take a shower together, like we did before?” Carson asked.

“Sure,” Brad responded, and the boy quickly doffed his under shorts and stepped over the side of the tub and into the shower. Brad couldn’t help but notice the boy’s little pecker was stiff as a board. He finished shaving and stepped in behind the pre-teen boy who was letting the spray hit his face. Carson stepped back, grabbed the soap and handed it to Brad. Without either saying a word, Brad started running soapy hands over the boy’s shoulders. He moved his hands under Carson’s arms and tentatively over his chest. When he let his hand go a little lower over the boy’s front, he felt Carson roll his hips to his hand. He sensed what was wanted and let his hand slide farther down until he felt the stiff little stick. He started to pull his hand back but Carson stopped him and pressed his dad’s hand downward until it came to rest on the Carson’s stiff unit.

Brad hadn’t touched another boy since he was around Carson’s age. Girls were still a mystery then but he had enjoyed messing around with an older cousin and a friend from the neighborhood. His activity waned as he grew and other boys turned to girls, but he knew exactly what Carson wanted and what to do. He let his fingers pass over the boy’s little package, noted that his little balls had descended, and let his fingers curl around the boy’s little stick.

Nothing was said between them as he let his fingers gently stroke his son’s boyhood. Carson leaned back with his eyes closed, and Brad felt his own phallus swell and touch the boy’s back. The boy began humping into his hand and a little shudder went through him. It was still probably dry but in the spray from the shower, Brad couldn’t be certain. Carson was only ten and he recalled he didn’t start ejaculating sterile semen until he was at least eleven.

Carson groaned his satisfaction and turned around. With no hesitation he reached out and grabbed Brad’s hard pole. “I need to do you now,” he said, and begin pulling on his dad’s stiff unit. It didn’t take long. The feel of another hand beside his own was more than Brad could take and he looked a couple of spurts of sterile come over the boy’s hand. Carson watched as clear semen spurted from his dad’s dick, then they both rinsed off.

“That was fun,” Carson said as they were drying off. “Lot’s more fun than when I do it,” he added.

“Or when your friend does it?” Brad quipped.

Carson flushed a little, recalling his dad interrupting he and his friend that time. “Yeah, but I don’t get to do stuff with him anymore, with this quarantine and all,” he lamented. “He’s stuck with just his mom and I’m stuck here at home with just you and my sister.” He wondered if he should have mentioned her. “But it’s ok if we do stuff, huh?”

“I guess so,” Brad said quietly. He watched as the boy rinsed off and got out of the shower. His pecker had gone soft and wiggled as he moved. His mind was a whirl over what he had just done with the boy. But the lockdown had made things different. He knew kids had sex with each other and were more aware earlier than he and his friends had been. There was no way he wanted them to grow up not knowing anything like he and his wife. He was pretty sure the kids had messed with each other and since all they had for the foreseeable future was him and each other, he decided their messing around was OK.

Several nights went by and Carrie seemed a little distant. Brad hoped he hadn’t gone too far. Then one night, after dinner, after the kids had showered, they all settled in the family room to watch tv. The only light was from the tv. Carson was in his usual tight, white briefs and Brad was wearing a pair of cotton lounge pants. Carrie appeared in her pink, baby-doll pajamas and plopped down next to her dad. With no pretense she pulled his arm around her and pressed his hand to a firm tit.

Her top tied in the front and by sliding her dad’s hand around she moved it under the fabric and directly on her bare boob. It wasn’t large but it was firm and cone-shaped. His first instinct was to pull it his hand away but she kept pressing his it to her naked flesh. Carson noticed where his dad’s hand was in his peripheral vision. His sister was letting their dad feel her boob. He decided she wanted to prove she was growing up. He felt the little tube in his shorts inflate. It was clearly visible and he reached for a pillow to cover it. When it persisted, he got up retreating to his room, with the tent in his shorts leading the way.

Carrie looked up at her dad. “I’ve been dreaming more; can we do it again?”

Brad looked down at his eager daughter. He knew it was wrong but he felt himself begin to swell. She wanted him and he couldn’t resist. “Go to your room,” he whispered. “When I’m sure Carson is asleep, I’ll come in.” He waited at least a half hour and crept silently down the hall. He passed his son’s room and stopped listening at the closed door. He heard nothing so continue on to his daughter’s room. The door was ajar; he slipped through and quietly closed it. Carrie was lying on her back with a sheet over her. He gently pulled the sheet back and felt his breath escape. Before him was the most magnificent specimen of feminine beauty he had ever seen. She reminded him immediately of her mother but was even more alluring.

Even in the dim light coming through the high window he could see puberty had taken hold. She was tall and slim, her breasts had grown, and though nearly hairless he could see some sparse pubes over her mound. She let her legs splay out wider for him and nearly gasped as he dropped his lounge pants to the floor. His ample dick looked larger than the other night.

He moved quietly onto her bed resting on his knees. The petals of her sex were too alluring; he bent his head between her legs. He let his tongue part the little lips and slip upward until he found the little dangle of flesh. It was protruding like his wife’s had done and was firm on the little tip. Carrie groaned as he sucked the tip between his lips. As he sucked on the little clit, he pushed a finger into the hole below. “Oh, daddy, that’s so nasty…but it feels so good…keep doing it,” she breathed. His wife had loved this, too. He kept it up until he felt the girl’s body spasm and she gasped. When her orgasm subsided, she tugged on his arms pulling him up on her body. He knew what she wanted and reached down nestling his tip in her warm, wet crack. Slowly he pushed in bringing another groan from his daughter. When almost all of him was in her he pulled back then slowly started moving in and out.

She was tight like she had been the first time, but it went in more easily this time. He felt her arms go around his neck and little sounds came from her almost like mewing. Starting to move slowly he soon found a steady rhythm and they fucked steadily for almost twenty minutes. He was glad he had jacked off this morning so he could last longer. Then he heard the girl gasp and a little shudder went through her body. She had come again and he felt the level rise in his own loins. He pumped wave after wave of sterile semen into his pre-teen daughter’s immature womb before collapsing limply on her naked body.

He felt himself shrink, and quietly pulled out of the smooth girl beneath him. Grabbing his boxer-style shorts he slipped noiselessly out the door, pulling it closed behind him, and padding quietly down the hall.

A couple of mornings later, Carson slipped quietly into his sister’s room and closed the door. She was sitting on her bed diligently working on her lap top. Her legs were spread widely and he could see the little slit under the thin fabric. She made no move to hide it seemingly unaware it was showing. “What?” she inquired looking up at her brother. Her eyes fell to the tube that was clearly outlined and sticking up in the boy’s underwear.

“Dad’s working and he’s been on the phone already,” he offered and sat on the edge of his sister’s bed. “Can I see some of those pictures again?” he asked quietly.

“Oh, you want to see some naked girls again?” she teased. He nodded, sheepishly. “OK, on one condition.” He got an inquisitive look. “You have to take your shorts off and let me see it again.”

Carson didn’t have a problem with showing himself to his sister. “What if dad comes in?” he asked, as he hooked his thumbs in his elastic.

“He won’t; he never comes in in the morning; besides, you locked the door, didn’t you?” Carson, nodded, and pulled his briefs clear off. Carrie looked intently at her brother’s little spike as it bounced up stiffly. She mentally compared it to her dad’s and the chart of male growth she had seen, and turned to her laptop. She typed in the password to the encrypted file, happy that she had been taught how to do it, and turned the flat screen toward her brother.

The girl in the picture was completely nude. It was one Carson had seen before. Her face didn’t show but the body would be the envy of any High School girl. He groaned softly and Carrie saw his little dick twitch. He leaned back and took hold of his weenie. Carrie looked closer.

“I’ve seen dad’s,” she announced, watching her brother step through the screens looking at girls with their shirts pulled up then coming back to the fully nude girl.

“I see his all the time, now,” Carson admitted. “His is really big; he says mine will grow, and he’s got lots of hair.” She could see her brother was still bare between his legs.

“I’ve got a little now,” Carrie said.

“Really?” Carson was surprised. “Let me see,” the boy said, looking away from the computer.

“There’s just a little and it’s just starting,” she said, as she pushed her legs out and pulled the front of her PJ bottoms down. Carson bent his head over to look closer. A few little wisps were showing on either side of the girl’s mound.

“Wow, that’s cool,” the boy said and brazenly pulled his sister’s pj bottoms down further. When his sister didn’t object, and even let her legs splay wider he reached forward and touched the little wisps with his fingers. Carrie still didn’t object. Instead, she reached for him.

“Do you have any yet?” She knew the answer but used the excuse to feel her little brother’s package. He shook his head, and smiled pretty sure she knew the answer already.

They felt each other for a few minutes. “Our dad’s really cool, huh?” Carrie said after a few minutes, “I mean about sex and stuff. He’ll tell us anything we want to know.” She gripped her brother a little harder.

“Yeah, I saw him coming out of your room the other night,” the boy said. “He was naked,” he added. “Are you guys messing around?”

Carrie had paled a little and stopped moving her hand. She nodded, “A little,” she admitted. “He’s really horny, and misses mom,” she added quickly.

“Yeah, I know,” Carson agreed. “I see him naked all the time. He gets hard and we’ve taken some showers together. He showed me what he does to make it go down.

“You mean,” she stroked her brother’s little cock in the classic fashion, gripping him firmly and jacking him off.

“Yeah, like that,” he said and rolled his hips to his sister’s hand. “He did it to me a little too,” Brad added, not sure if he should have admitted that. “It felt really good but nothing came out.”

Carrie was wide-eyed at the admission but she wasn’t ready to admit she had been sexy with him as well. “I saw something else on the internet,” she said after a few minutes of jacking her brother. “It was some older guys and they were doing some stuff with each other; they were gay, I think.” Then she bent over her little brother’s middle, pulled his little pecker down, looked at it a second and slid her lips over the tip. Then with a small sucking noise let her lips slide down taking his all in.

“Oh, my God, that feels good,” Carson remarked. He had heard about this, that boys did it for each other, but had never experienced it or dreamed his sister would do it. Carrie bobbed a few times on her brother’s unit then jumped up, and grabbed her gown and panties.

“We better quit and get dressed in case dad comes out of his room,” she said. Carson nodded, disappointed that she had quit sucking his knob. “Maybe we can get dad to mess around with both of us,” she added as she pulled her night clothes on and looked back from the door. Carson nodded, picturing them all naked in the family room, and as the door closed, gripped himself to finish what Carrie had started.

A few nights later they were all on the couch watching tv, Brad, Carrie and Carson. Brad was in the boxer-style shorts he wore around the house before going to bed, Carson was in his usual white briefs, and Carrie was wearing the powder blue baby doll pajama set. The tie was loose and she let the front fall open again baring the area between her budding boobs. Again, Brad was surprised at how immodest his daughter was. Brad had his arms around both kids and he felt his hand rest under the filmy fabric right on his daughter’s budding breast, he recalled the feel of her naked body beneath him a few nights ago. He felt himself swell in his boxers. Glancing over at Carson he noticed a well-pronounced tube in the front of the boy’s tight white briefs.

Carson had noticed the stirring in his dad’s shorts and plunged his hand down the front of his own underwear, pushing the white cotton away from the swelling member. It popped out over the elastic. He had been more brazen over the last few days, not caring if his stiffness was noticed by either his sister or his dad. Carrie was the first to say something; “Carson! We can see it! Do you have to play with it all the time?” the girl asked. She had watched her brother a few minutes before saying anything and had noticed the stirring in her dad’s boxers as well.

“What difference does it make,” the boy said, “Besides, we’ve all seen each other naked…and dad says it’s natural.” With that he pushed his shorts down farther, gripping the little spike that was standing up.

“Carson!”, Carrie said, trying to stifle a grin but watching her little brother beat off.

“And Dad’s got one, too,” he announced and with his other hand he tugged the leg of his father’s boxers up exposing the hard adult penis that his dad had aimed down his leg.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Brad protested, lifting his arm from Carson and pulling at the leg of his shorts but not succeeding in totally hiding his hard member. He heard a little chuckle from his daughter.

“You’re going to take ‘em off anyway, when you go to bed…and we’ve both seen it. You get that way when Carrie shows off her tits, like she does all the time. And we can see through her pajamas anyway”

“Do not!” the girl protested, pulling her arm up to her chest and pushing Brad’s hand away. “Besides, there’s no one here to see them but you guys,” she added, pouting a little and pulling her top closed,

“Some families go nude all the time,” Carson announced, “Especially during this lockdown,” he added, still tugging on his stiff little boy cock. “There’s lots of nude beaches out on the coast, and it doesn’t hurt anybody, does it, dad?”

“I guess not,” Brad responded quietly. “Things were different,” he thought to himself. He wondered if other families were as loose as they were.

“So why don’t we just get naked, I mean at least when we get ready for bed. No one will know and we’ve seen each other anyway,” Carson argued.

Brad shrugged wondering if Carson knew about his night time visit in his daughter’s room. Carson was right, they had seen each other just not altogether. Brad was aware there were nudist families in the neighborhood but doubted that any of them had messed around like they had. He quickly justified the argument in his mind trying to not admit he wanted to see both of his kids naked and even play around a little.

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” Brad said, after a few seconds of thought.

“There, see,” Carson said to his sister and tugged his tight white undershorts down and off. It was now obvious to Brad they had planned something like this. “Now, you,” Carson said to his grinning sister, “Your turn.”

Carrie smiled at her brother, slipped off her top, and glanced at the pinkish-purple tip that was peeking out of her dad’s shorts. “Now your turn,” she said.

“Umm, you’re not clear naked yet,” Carson said, gesturing toward his sister’s panty-like bottoms. “Take ‘em off; we can see through ‘em anyway,” Carson said, eyeing his sister’s bare chest.

She hooked her thumbs in the elastic at the waist and pulled the filmy fabric past her knees and off. She clamped her knees tightly covering the little slit but not before both her dad and brother got a look. “OK, dad, your turn,” Carrie said.

Brad hesitated. He argued with himself for several seconds. A part of him said, “This isn’t right; he shouldn’t be doing this stuff with his kids.” But the other part of him said, “It’s different now. Kids are curious and have their own sex lives. They can’t interact with other kids to quell their curiosity.” And he couldn’t argue that he was horny and wanted to do this, too. Slowly, he pulled his boxers down freeing his adult dick to spring up. Carrie smiled as her brother quickly grabbed his dad’s phallus and she joined her hand with his.

“Umm, kids,” Brad started to object, but he didn’t try to remove the hands from his rigid dick. “I don’t think this is…” he said quietly. “It just the lockdown,” he thought to himself. “This wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for the lockdown; with the three of them thrown together for who knows how long, and unable to mix with other people. At least that’s what we’ll blame it on,” he thought some more.

“Shh,” his daughter said. “We wanted to do this.” Brad leaned back letting his two kids feel, fondle and investigate his adult dick and balls. They examined his nakedness as though he was a lab experiment. Carrie looked at her brother a few seconds later then bent over her dad and covered the end of his dick with her mouth. She sucked as much in her mouth as she could, bobbed up and down a few times to her dad’s groans, then rose up. “I saw some boys do this to each other on the internet,” she said to her brother. “Now it’s your turn.”

Carson’s friend had tried to get him to do this, saying he and his brother had tried it, but he hadn’t before now. He hesitated a little, took his dad’s stiff dick in his hand, and bent to it, covering the head with his mouth. It wasn’t unpleasant and a few minutes later when he felt his sister’s lips on him and later when his dad did it, he knew it was something he was going to do more of.

“Let’s go in on your bed,” Carrie said to her dad after a short while. “It’s big and we can all get in it.”

“Yeah, we can have a real orgy,” Carson said, “And do all kinds of stuff with each other,” he added.

Brad let his daughter lead him by the hand and they followed a naked Carson into the bedroom. The eager pre-teens were all over his naked body when they climbed on the bed. “It was only because of the lockdown and the pandemic,” he told himself as they writhed on the king-sized bed., doing all manner of things with each other. But he was pretty sure it would be a regular occurrence, at least while they were in quarantine.

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