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If incest offends you dont't read this. If you are not of legal age, go
away.
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Chapter Thirteen
Alice and Molly gave birth to daughters just weeks apart, which was
appropriate, because I had worn myself out trying to impregnate them, the
two of them every night for a month.
Molly, like a peasant girl, missed just four days of school and went
back to her classes, however wobbly. Alice, of course stayed at home and
looked after the two infants and the boys, who were then two years old.
Alice was a very resilient little woman, although a full time house keeper,
Mrs. Simpson, made it all possible.
Alice had moved us out of the apartment and into a three story Georgian
mansion which was set on two landscaped acres. The place must have cost a
fortune, but Molly and I did not question her decision, because we left
those matters to her so that we could concentrate on our professional
studies. Almost every day we would come home to find new pieces of
furniture gradually filling the enormous house.
One Friday night the three of us shared the large bed in Alice's room,
lying naked together and sated after a confused bout of love making. The
infant girls gurgled in their cribs nearby, and the boys were asleep in
their room across the hall.
"What are we going to teach our children about sex?" Alice asked, one of
her arms around Molly and the hand of the other playing with my flaccid
cock.
"Perhaps we could keep them ignorant of it until they are eighteen," I
suggested in a serious voice, "like most upright American parents do."
"But what if they travel in Europe and meet German kids who fuck legally
at sixteen?" Molly asked in shocked concern.
"Will you two be serious?" Alice growled, giving my cock a painful
squeeze. "This is a real problem. We don't have the kind of marriage that
Norman Rockwell would portray."
"They're still babies, Alice," Molly retorted dryly. "We don't have to
worry about their sex lives yet."
"We have to think about it," Alice replied defensively. "They'll grow
pretty in a few years, and they will know about sex even before they
develop titties."
"Surely you are referring to the girls."
"Molly!" Alice said in exasperation, "this is serious."
"I don't think that it is serious quite yet," I suggested, yawning,
wanting to go to sleep.
"Well, Tommy," Alice said in a fervent voice, "what will you do with the
girls when they become older, when their limbs fill out and their nipples
get swollen?"
"Alice!" I almost shouted in outrage. "Are you suggesting that I'm a
pervert?"
"I don't think that it's perversion, Tommy," she said softly, nuzzling
her head against my shoulder. "They will become sexually attractive to
you."
"But they're my daughters!"
"Yes, of course, but you will begin to realize that before long boys,
strangers to us now, will come to know them as you never had. It's not
perversion, Tommy, to want your daughters, at least once before you let
them go.
"You have a point, Alice," Molly interjected soberly, "but I don't think
that strangers will have them first. Tommy Tom and Tommy Jack will pop
their cherries. I'm sure of it."
"You two are the perverts, not I," I objected. "I'm not even thinking
about such things."
"You will, Tommy, when the girls get larger, when they gain some heft at
about nine or ten. Especially when they sprout little titties at eleven or
twelve." Alice looked at me seriously.
"She's right, Tommy," Molly added. "You had better be ready for it."
I was suddenly very angry. "Do you intend to fuck our son, Alice?" I
demanded.
She did not reply. Her face was pressed against my shoulder.
"I will, Tommy," Molly responded in a quite voice. "I will teach him,
when he is twelve and suddenly desperate for sex. And Tommy Jack too."
"Yes," Alice said with a sigh. "I'll help Molly teach Tommy Jack."
"And Tommy Tom?" I exploded.
"Yes, perhaps, although I'd rather that Molly teach him."
I would have slumped, had I not already been lying on the bed. "Well,"
I suggested, "why don't we let the girls and the boys teach each other, as
it's done in nature?"
They both looked at me as if I were stupid..
"Tommy," Molly said in exasperation, "little boys hurt little girls in
their eagerness, if they aren't taught properly."
"How do you know that?"
"It's just instinct. How would a boy know about going down on a girl,
if he had not been taught.?"
"You're talking about my sons going down on my daughters," I said almost
in anger.
"They're our children too," Alice said in a small voice.
I gave up. I wanted to go to sleep. "They're still babies," I said and
I turned onto my side, curled up, my head snuggled against a pillow.
"Tommy, you're going to teach our daughters," Alice whispered into my
ear.
"Yes," Molly said softly.
* * *
Years passed as if they went unnoticed. I was able to secure a
residency in town, so I remained with my family. Molly was also lucky and
became an assistant professor of biology at the university. I was so busy
that I scarcely saw my children grow into real people, although there were
always those times of delight when Alice organized a picnic or a vacation.
Little Alice remained the anchor that held us in place.
I tried to find time to spend with the boys, who were lovely, boisterous
children. I completed my residency in the summer of their eighth year, and
I had weeks free before the beginning of my fellowship in pediatric
cardiology.
"There are bears in those woods," Tommy Jack said nervously, when I
announced my intention to take them camping up north to a forest near the
Porcupine Mountains.
"Ya," exclaimed Tommy Tom in delight. "We'll have to take elephant guns
with us."
"I want to come too, daddy," said Sara, Molly's daughter. The
appearance of the six year old quieted the two rowdy boys as it always did.
The little girl had an air of command about her which she never abused,
although she, even at that young age, was very conscious of it. The boys
respected her natural authority, deferring to it consistently without
question.
"This is a boy thing, darling," I said to her, picking her up. She was
a bit tall for her age I noticed, perhaps for the first time. Sara was
almost heart stopping beautiful, blond like her mother, blonde all over.
Betty, Alice's daughter, small and shy, clung to my leg with a thumb in her
mouth.
"I'll go camping with the boys for a week, then we will all spend the
rest of the summer at the cabin. Is that ok sweetheart?"
Sara had her arms around my neck, her cheek pressed against mine. "You
need a shave, daddy," she said softly, and I suddenly felt a niggling urge
to find a razor.
* * *
I found time for my boys over the next couple of years, as my schedule
became less intense, and we did a lot of dad/son things together. We
became friends. When the two Tommys were ten and the girls eight years
old, Molly presented me with another boy, whom we named Gregory, and soon
after that Alice gave birth to Robert.
"That's the last one, Tommy," Alice said as I looked down on her pale
face in the hospital room. It had been a difficult delivery. Molly had
said the same thing to me previously, so I was set for life with two wives
and six children. We three adults were then thirty two years old.
We had no real friends, because of our bizarre family structure, and
those persons who did try to get close to us were invariably sexual
adventurers. We were notorious. The children had no playmates aside from
themselves, although they had no trouble with the kids at school, because
Tommy Tom's size and strength were so intimidating, as well as Sara's
remarkable, commanding personality.
We never talked about incest after that first time, because the women
knew that the subject upset me very much. And while I never believed that
they would actually "teach" their sons about sex, it was obvious to me that
I was expected to take the girls at some undefined point during their
pubescence.
* * *
"Dad," I heard the voice of Tommy Jack behind me as I sat at my desk
working on some papers. I turned around and saw the two boys, the shy Jack
almost thirteen years old and his larger, more aggressive brother not much
younger.
"We did it," the older boy said mysteriously.
"Did what?"
"We jacked off and stuff came out," he replied without any
embarrassment.
"That 'stuff' is called semen."
"Ya, I know, Daddy. It's seed that makes babies."
"Well," I said, squirming myself into a comfortable position in my chair
as I faced them, "you are at an age when that happens. When I did it for
the first time, I thought that I had done something awful, but it's normal.
Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself."
"I did it first, when I was in the shower this morning," Tommy Tom said.
"Then I told Jack about it."
"I tried to do it, but it wouldn't work," the older boy complained, "not
until Tommy Tom sucked on me."
"Will I have to suck on him every time, Dad? I didn't like the taste."
Tommy Tom looked at me, pleading for a negative answer.
"No," I replied, trying hard to conceal my amusement. "Jack should be
able to do it for himself from now on, and if he has any trouble about it,
he can use soap.
"I told you!" the younger boy fumed.
"I liked the feel of it," was the smirk reply.
"Daddy, does that make me a queer, sucking on Jack's cock?"
"No," I said, stifling a giggle. I pulled the two of them to me and
kissed them on the lips in turn. "Does my kissing you make me a queer?"
"No, of course not. You're our daddy."
"Well, you're brothers. You can play together however you want."
* * *
A week later Alice came into my study with a very agitated look on her
face.
"Tommy," she asked me sternly, "do you know what your boys are doing
with each other in their room?"
"Not exactly, but I have a hunch."
"I walked in on them and found Tommy Tom buggering his brother on the
bed."
"Did you disturb them?" I asked with some concern.
"No. They didn't even see me. What is this all about?"
"It's called growing up. The boys discovered masturbation several days
ago, and now they're experimenting with sex."
"You've known about this?"
"Not the details. But yes, we've had a talk."
"I'm worried about our daughters. Males in heat can behave very
irresponsibly. You'd better talk to them about girls."
"What would you have me tell them?" I responded with annoyance, "that
its alright to fuck each other but not their sisters? Besides, weren't you
and Molly going to teach the boys about sex.?"
Alice blushed deeply and shuffled her feet, looking down at the floor.
"That was just some nonsense talk, Tommy," she said quietly.
"Well I'm glad to hear that," I replied, perhaps a bit too forcefully.
"I'm relieved to learn that I'm not expected to take my daughters to bed
and deflower them."
"Tommy . . ., Molly and I talked about this just recently. We still
think that it would be good for both you and the girls."
I jumped up from my chair in a rage and Alice backed quickly towards the
door, although she knew that I would never strike her, would never raise a
hand against her.
"Tommy," she exclaimed nervously as she went into the hall, "talk to the
boys. Get them some condoms."
Then she was gone, leaving me to figure it all out.
* * *
Since they were very young the girls had always snuggled to me,
frequently naked after their bath. They still did it even when they were
going on eleven years old, climbing onto my lap, wanting kisses and a
caress. Betty did not present a problem to me at that age, because she was
such an undeveloped little kid, but Sara was another matter. Sara's limbs
had filled out gorgeously and she was beginning to grow titties. She was
too large to sit on my lap, yet she did so, and it was difficult for me,
when she cuddled to me naked. I felt her swollen nipples with my fingers;
I stroked her exquisite thighs and sometimes touched her hairless groin,
but never to excite her. I kissed her like few fathers kiss their
daughters. Sara aroused me sexually, but I resisted doing with her what
her mother and Alice wanted and expected me to do.
One evening a few weeks after Sara's eleventh birthday the girl climbed
on to the couch where I sat, naked after her bath, and she laid her upper
body across my lap. I had had a couple of drinks, so my resistance to her
was rather low. I kissed her like a lover as my hands roamed her soft
flesh. She was large in my arms, just about ripe, and for the first time I
set about to masturbate her.
"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good," she gasped and spread her legs widely.
"You do it so much better than Betty, or Tommy Tom or Tommy Jack."
She shocked me. I had no idea that she had been playing like that with
her sister and the boys. I pulled my hand away from her groin.
"Daddy! Don't stop now!" she complained, squirming against me.
In a daze I continued to diddle her gently until the beautiful creature
squealed in orgasm. She then cuddled to me, very much at peace. I thought
seriously about taking the girl, my lovely daughter to my bedroom and, and,
and I could not bring myself to do it.
"Get up, darling and get ready for bed," I said in a uneven voice.
Sara got to her feet and stood before me, allowing me to feast my eyes
on her incredible, young beauty.
"That was lovely, Daddy. I liked it very much."
She sat down on the couch again and snuggled to me.
"Mommy told me that you will make love to me." She kissed my lips
tenderly. "I don't want to grow up yet, Daddy. Do you mind?"
I looked at the girl's pleading face and felt a profound love, somewhat
more intense than that of a father for his daughter.
"No, sweetheart, I don't mind. You don't have to grow up until you want
to."
* * *
"She didn't want to do it," I said to Molly as I snuggled to her, my
cock flaccid, still wet from her juices. "And I'm glad that she rejected
me."
"She didn't reject you, darling. She want's you. She's told me so.
It's just that the girl is a bit skittish. Just wait; she'll come to you."
"Sara is just too young. I don't want to hurt her, and besides I think
that it's somehow monstrous to do it with our daughter."
"Monstrous!" Molly replied heatedly. "There's a boy out there somewhere
who will have her eventually; more than one boy. Do you want a stranger to
hurt her? You do it, Tommy, gently, with true love. You will lick away
her tears, I know, and hold her to you until she is at peace."
"But isn't our family weird enough without engaging in incest?"
I did not get an answer, because just then Alice came into the room.
"Hi, lovers," she said as she closed the door behind her. "I don't know
which one of you can do me best, but I need to come off in the biggest
way."
"What's got you so excited, honey?" Molly asked as Alice hurried to shed
her clothes.
"Tommy Tom just plucked Betty's cherry," Alice replied before she leaned
down and sucked my cock to an erection.
"mmm, Molly, you taste as good as ever," the small woman murmured.
"Well, tell us about it," Molly exclaimed, suddenly excited.
"In a minute, Sweetie," Alice said in a low, distracted voice as she
came astride me and sat down on my cock.
Alice went into her trance. With her eyes closed and her lips parted
slightly she moved her body up and down my cock as she diddled herself.
Molly snuggled to me and we kissed as Alice used my cock to transport
herself to a special world behind her eyelids. She soon let herself go as
she had not done in recent months, emitting small cries and then a loud
screech that lasted a few seconds, after which she collapsed upon me, my
cock falling out of her.
"I want to taste you darling," Molly said, aroused, pushing Alice off
me, perhaps a bit too brusquely, and then taking my cock into her mouth. I
held the sated Alice to me, her eyes still closed, as Molly sucked me to
the point of no return.
"Molly! I'm about to come," I shouted, but she persisted and I groaned
my seed into her mouth, something which she had not permitted me to do in
years. The beautiful woman then raised her head, looked me straight in the
face and swallowed ostentatiously.
"Alice," she cried, "I need you!"
The small women on my right blinked her eyes open, climbed across my
body in a hurry and thrust her head between Molly's legs. I held Molly in
my arms, kissing her, tasting my own sperm as Alice licked her to a
screaming orgasm.
It had lasted, perhaps, for no longer than ten minutes. We felt young
again, rejuvenated, and we giggled, kissed and tickled for awhile before we
calmed, sated, at peace, in love.
"Now tell us about it," Molly demanded.
* * *
"Betty came to me naked," Alice began. "She was bloody between her legs
and she was whimpering. The little girl looked so distraught. 'Tommy Tom
put his thing into me,' she cried."
"Did he use a condom?" I interrupted with concern.
"Yes, of course Tommy. Our son would not fuck our daughter in an
irresponsible way. Well, it seems that for the past two or three weeks the
four of them have been playing sex games, first learning the anatomy and
then pleasuring each other. This afternoon Tommy Tom just rolled onto
Betty and did it after he had licked her to excitement."
"Is she angry?" Molly asked.
"No, not at all," Alice replied. "She was just surprised by the hurt.
She said that she wanted to do it again, if it didn't hurt, that she want
both of the boys. I told her to wait a week until she heals."
"What about Sara," I inquired, feeling a flutter in my chest.
"Sara didn't want to do it, when Tommy Jack asked. She got dressed and
said that she didn't want to play naked again."
I felt pleased and relieved. My lovely girl, my favorite, was still a
virgin.
"She's saving herself for you, Tommy," Molly said in a serious voice.
"Yes, I think so too," Alice agreed.
* * *
A couple of week later Tommy Jack came into my study and stood next to
my desk looking at his shoes.
"Dad," the pretty thirteen year old began, "I think that I'm queer."
"You think so? You don't know?" I replied as I turned in my chair to
face him.
"Tommy no longer wants, you know, to do things with me, now that he has
Betty. There's this guy at school, a little younger than I, who is so
pretty. He likes me a lot, I can tell. He let me kiss him, when we were
alone for a moment in the showers. I really want him, Dad, but it worries
me."
"Are you attracted to other guys?
"Ya, maybe three or four in my class. But I also like girls."
"How about Betty?"
"She's so small and she doesn't have any titties," the boy replied with
a blush. "But she let me do her four times this week, even though Tommy
Tom was against it. Actually, the girl I want is Sara, but she won't let
me touch her anymore."
"So, you like girls. What's the problem?"
"I think that I'm in love with Kevin. That's the guy at school."
"Is Kevin as pretty as a girl?" I guessed.
"Ya. He looks a lot like Sara, and his legs are smooth and girlish."
"You're not attracted to big, hairy guys?"
"Ugh, not at all," he replied forcefully.
"Well, it seems that you're not queer. Play with your pretty Kevin and
maybe some of the other boys. I didn't do that, when I was your age, and I
now regret it. You'll find a girl before long, in a year or two, and then
you'll lose interest in having sex with boys."
The boy then gave me an awkward hug, he standing and I sitting.
"Thanks, Dad," he said, kissing me on the lips and then leaving.
I wondered for a moment how large his penis was. I hadn't seen it in a
couple of years.
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