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Like Father, Like Son
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Brad asks Dad what to do on his first date, and Dad
demonstrates on his daughter, Christy. Then she
suggests that her brother might want to practice, and
by the time they get done he's somehow not all that
interested in the other girls any more. (M/f, mf-teens,
nc, inc, 1st, preg)
***
I grew up on a ranch in central Montana, which meant
that I didn't get to see many folks very often. So it
wasn't odd that my sister Christy and I were pretty
close. She was two years younger than me, but that
didn't mean a thing on the ranch. We both had chores
and they were to be done. Period. If they were hard, or
dirty, or whatever, that just plain didn't matter. You
just did them.
Daddy had been raised in some kind of religious commune
back east, and had come west when it got raided by the
Feds for some reason. He didn't much like to talk about
that part of his life. He met Momma there and they got
married after they bought the ranch.
You know how people who have been married a long time
start to look alike? Daddy and Momma were like that. If
you didn't know them you might think they were brother
and sister. She was a lot younger than him, though.
Around our place clothing was functional. What I mean
by that was we didn't dress for fashion, but for
whatever kind of thing we were doing. If you were going
to be rustling steers out of the brush, you wore
clothes that would protect you from the brush. If you
were mending fence in the heat of the day, you
protected yourself from the sun, but only wore enough
to do that. So if you were at home, and the weather was
nice, and you were doing homework or something, why
wear clothes at all? And we didn't, mostly, around the
house. Neither did Momma or Daddy.
So I knew what naked women looked like. I also knew
that Daddy got boners just like I did. But whenever he
got one Momma would giggle and they'd go off in the
bedroom. When they came out he didn't have a boner any
more, and it stayed down. Mine were another matter.
Mine lasted a good long time unless I rubbed my peter
and got it to shoot off. After about two or three times
of doing that it would finally wilt a little.
We went to school by either getting on the big yellow
school bus that came around at about five in the
morning, or by riding some of our stock horses, if the
weather wasn't too bad. Christy and I preferred riding
when we could, because we could go cross country, which
saved us an hour bus ride in the morning and got us
home an hour early so we could do chores before it got
completely dark.
I never thought of us as being lonely, or stand offish,
or whatever. We didn't see people much, and when we did
there wasn't much to talk about. I found out later that
lots of people thought we were shy or something. Like
the time in my senior year when my friend Bobby told me
I should ask Melissa to the Harvest Dance.
It was early September, and the weather was about as
perfect as it can get in Montana. I'd never been on a
date or anything, but I was interested in Melissa. So I
went up to her to ask her, and all of a sudden I
couldn't talk! It was the damndest thing. She was so
pretty, and she looked at me with one eyebrow raised
and a half smile on her face, like "What?!"
Finally I blurted out "Dance!" or something equally
stupid.
She laughed and then got this funny look on her face.
She looked me up and down and then said she'd go to the
dance with me, but only if I brought a horse to her
house to pick her up and we rode to the dance. She only
lived about six or seven miles from our place, and the
school wasn't much more than two or three more, so
naturally I said that'd be fine. She walked up to me,
real close, and put her lips about an eighth of an inch
from mine and said "I'm looking forward to this, stud."
And then I felt her hand brush the front of my jeans.
Well, let me tell you I sure knew what a "stud" was. We
had three championship stud horses on the ranch. The
only problem was that I was about as virgin as it was
possible to be and still know how to jack off.
So, naturally, when I got home from school that day I
decided to talk to my Dad about this. I mean I knew he
had all kinds of experience, what with his boners and
Momma making them go away and all. I got my chores done
quickly. Christy was cleaning stalls in the barn, and
Daddy was doing something in the machine shop. So I
went in there and told him my problem.
He stopped the drill press about halfway into my story
about asking Melissa to the dance, and how she'd called
me stud and I even told him she'd touched my peter, or
at least my jeans right there where my peter was.
He looked me up and down, just like Melissa did and
said "I hadn't realized you'd grown up so much Brad. I
just plain haven't been paying attention for the last
couple of years." Then he said "Your Mamma's in town at
a meeting and won't be back until late. Where's
Christy?"
I didn't see as how it mattered where Christy was, or
Mom either for that matter, but I told him and he told
me to follow him. He took off for the barn like he had
urgent business there. When he got there he went
looking for Christy. It turned out she was done with
the stalls and was up in the hay mow forking hay down
into the stalls we used for our milk cow and any sick
animals we might have around the place. He climbed up
and I followed him.
He went over to Christy, who saw us coming and stopped,
a question on her face. Daddy went up to her and said
"Punkin, have any of the boys been asking you out for
dates?"
Christy looked surprised and said "Rudy Johnson said he
wanted to take me swimming some time out at the old
strip mine, but I told him I couldn't because I don't
have time. I have too many chores to do." she said
pointedly, looking right at our dad.
Daddy said "Humpf!" and then, like it was the most
normal thing in the world to say, he said "Skin down
naked, Punkin, it's time I taught you and your brother
about sex." Then he turned around to me and said "You
too Brad ... get em off." And he calmly began to take
his own clothes off too.
Christy said "DADDY!" and he looked up. He already had
his shirt off and his pants unbuckled.
He said "Punkin, do you trust me?" She just looked at
him like he was stupid. "I mean do you believe I'd ever
do anything in the world to hurt you?"
Christy said "Of course not" and he got right in there
behind her and said "Then get naked baby, because I'm
gonna teach you and Brad how to have good sex. It's
past time you learned this." So Christy began to take
off her clothes.
Now I have to tell you. Both Daddy and I had seen
Christy naked before. Plenty of times, in fact. And in
the past, thought I'd enjoyed looking at a pretty naked
girl - Christy WAS pretty - I hadn't thought about her
in a sexual sort of way.
But now I did, and as she shed her jeans and shirt and
then slipped out of her bra and panties, I found my
penis getting stiff as heck. I glanced at Daddy to see
if that was going to get me in trouble, and HIS was
rock hard too!
Daddy got Christy and me to face each other. Then he
started touching Christy all over. First he touched one
of her pink nipples. "See here, Brad, you know what
nipples are for, but they make a girl feel real good
during sex if you know how to treat them." He looked at
Christy. "And your job, punkin, is to tell the man what
you like and how you like it done. Let me show you." He
leaned down and put his mouth over her breast, covering
almost the whole thing. Then his cheeks caved in and I
knew he was sucking.
Christy went, "Ooooooooo!" and her eyes got real big.
"That feels real good Daddy" she said. I saw his jaws
moving and realized he was chewing and sucking at the
same time.
He changed breasts, during which he said "You have to
suck them nipples gently and bite them even more
gently, right baby?" He went to work on the other
nipple. I stared, because that first one he'd been
sucking on was a lot longer than it had been. It stuck
out a good inch and looked thicker and darker.
Christy said "Oh yes, Daddy, you're doing it just
right." She brought her hands up and cupped his head,
pulling it toward her.
He stopped sucking for a few seconds and said "And
while you're doing that, you have to get her pussy
ready, so you stroke and play with it too." He went
back to sucking on her nipples and slid his big meaty
hand down her belly, dipping it between her legs.
Christy went up on tiptoes first, and then she sagged
back down and her knees bowed a little, which opened
her up some. Daddy slid one big finger right between
her legs and I could see he was hooking it and then he
pulled up. Christy's eyes got big again and she went
"Ohhhhhh Daddy!" Her knees sagged some more before she
finally moved one foot, spreading her feet about two
feet apart. I could see Daddy's finger now and it was
stuck way up in her and he was lifting on it, almost
like he was trying to lift her off the hay with just
that one finger. "OH DADDY!!" Christy yelled again.
Daddy was pushing her down on the hay now, where he'd
kicked our pile of clothes to make a sort of bed. Now
she flung her legs wide and I could see Daddy was
rubbing her pussy right at the top. "Right there's her
clitty, son, and that's what you want to pay lots of
attention to." He pressed on it, and then flicked it
with his finger back and forth and then he crawled down
and sucked THAT into his mouth.
Christy went absolutely nuts. She began to make noises
that sounded something like "UH... Ahhhh... oh... oh...
ohhhhh... Uh... uh... um... OH! WAAHHHH!!"
"That's the sound you want to hear Brad" he panted. He
sounded like he was working hard or something. "And
then you get your dick in her nice and deep."
And with that Daddy crawled right between Christy's
thighs. His big old peter was sticking out something
fierce, pointed right at two plump lips that were sort
of open a little. He pushed the head of his dick right
between them and, without saying a thing, he just sunk
that bone right straight into her pussy!
Daddy went, "Ahhhhhhh!"
Christy went, "AAAWWWOOOWWWWWWWW!!! THAT STINGS DADDY!"
Daddy just leaned down and kissed Christy, just like
I'd seen him kiss Momma before. I thought it was just
to shut her up - she was making a LOT of noise.
But as he did that he dragged his peter out of her and
slammed it back in again. Christy was trying to make
noises now, but couldn't because Daddy stuck his tongue
into her mouth.
Again he pulled out and slammed it back in and then he
started doing that over and over and over, almost with
a rhythm. Finally he lifted his head up and gasped for
air. Christy went, "MMmmmmmm Daddy, that's starting to
feel a LOT better."
Daddy was gasping now, like he'd had to chase down a
calf on foot. "It's important (pant, pant, pant) that
you skewer her deep (pant, pant, pant) and you got
(gasp) to make sure (gasp) that the top of your dick
rubs against her clitty. He kept sawing away. His dick
looked really shiny now, like it was wet or something.
Christy was making those noises again and Daddy said
"You got to get her off at least once before you shoot,
son. That's only polite." Christy was definitely
getting off. Now she was chanting, "Don't stop... don't
stop... don't stop..."
I said "Are you gonna shoot off inside her? Won't that
make her pregnant?"
Daddy was breathing real hard now, and he just nodded.
"Might." (pant, pant, pant) "Baby?" he groaned. Christy
opened her eyes and he said "When was your last period
Punkin?"
"Last week," she panted back.
"Oh," he grunted as her answer made his dick swell.
"When you cum in her, remember the reason for doing all
this is to make babies. That's what nature intended.
"So you have to go in deep," he shoved his rampant dick
deep into his daughter, "and hold it there," he froze
as his rod belched its first shot of thick incestuous
sperm, "until all your sperm has been delivered right
where it belongs," he gasped. His cock spat five or six
more times as he tried his best to fertilize his
daughter's egg.
Meanwhile, Christy was making even stranger noises. I
heard something like, "OH! I FEEL IT!" I think she said
"Hot!" and her arms went around Daddy and held him real
tight. I thought about his sperm being in her, and her
maybe being pregnant because of what he just did. "But
Daddy, what if the girl is on the pill or something?"
Daddy was sagged over Christy now, panting like he'd
run a long way fast. Her hands were sliding all over
his back and she was kind of cooing at him and kissing
him all over his face.
He lifted his head and said "That's fine. If she
doesn't want to have your baby then that's fine. He
looked down at Christy. "Um... I guess we should have
asked Christy first" he said. "But I sort of got
carried away. Yeah, you should always ask her first
before you shoot off in her pussy."
He pushed himself further up and then stood back,
dragging his spent peter out of Christy's pussy. She
laid there, all spread out, limp and I stared as her
pussy mouth filled up with thick white goo. It got more
and fuller until some went over the rim and began
dripping down toward her ass.
Her pussy lips were all red and shiny and her nipples
stuck way out from her breasts, and they were thick and
dark red looking instead of the pink they started out.
She looked up at me with her eyes half open. My cock
was just flat rock hard and was sticking out straight
at her. I hadn't noticed, but sometime along the way a
big drip of that white stuff had leaked out of the tip
and was hanging there, about to fall off.
Christy said "Daddy? Don't you think that Brad should
practice some? I mean you showed him and all, but he
should practice it too, don't you think?"
Daddy looked down at her and then at me and laughed.
"Climb aboard, Brad. Never keep a hot woman waiting for
a hard dick."
I was nervous. What if I did it wrong? What if Christy
said she didn't like it with me? I shifted from foot to
foot and Christy held up her arms. "C'mere Brad."
So I crawled up there between her legs. She put her
hand down there and grabbed my dick. That enough felt
good, seeing as how nobody else had ever touched my
peter but me. And she seemed to know exactly what to do
with it, because she bent it and her other hand came up
behind my butt and she dug her nails in and pulled.
I was built a little different than my father. He was
sort of thick in the cock, but not too long. I was a
lot longer, maybe two inches longer, and I was slimmer
too. But that didn't seem to make a difference at
first. There was no friction at all. One minute my cock
was hard and straining in the open air, and the next I
felt heat envelop my rod. Wet heat.
It was fabulous. Christy must have liked it too because
she went "Ahhhh!" as I slid into her. The tip of my
cock hit something spongy feeling and stopped. I looked
down and saw there was still at least an inch left
outside of her. I had seen Daddy pull out and push back
in, but it felt so good in there that I didn't want to
pull it out. Instead I kept pushing harder and sort of
wiggled my hips back and forth sideways. Christy liked
that too, because she started making those high whining
noises that Daddy said meant she was having an orgasm.
I felt something kind of kissing the tip of my prick
way up inside her and that was wonderful too. I kind of
poked and prodded at that spongy thing and then I felt
an opening of some kind. So I gave a lusty shove and
the last inch of my cock sunk in her. She squealed and
her legs started flopping around.
I looked down, and there, right in front of me, was one
of those long thick nipples of hers. I wanted to taste
it, so I sucked on it. As soon as I gave it a good suck
I felt Christy's pussy clamp down on my prick. I
couldn't have moved it one way or the other if my life
had depended on it.
Then her pussy rippled! I swear, that's what it felt
like. It was the same kind of action I use when I milk
the cow. Her pussy started milking my dick, just like
that. That was so fantastic that before I knew it I
felt the first shot of my juice rocketing through my
cock.
It slammed into her. Then I wanted to pull back,
because I wanted to ram it in her as hard as I could. I
did that and felt that tight little inner mouth slide
all over the tip of my cock. I shoved it back in there
and let fly six or seven healthy strings of what I knew
was the sticky/slippery white stuff that was my sperm.
Again Christy moaned about feeling it all hot and wet
inside her, and I suddenly realized I hadn't asked her
if I could shoot in her and make her pregnant.
"Christy..." I groaned. "I'm sorry honey, I forgot to
ask first." My cock gave her another dollop of cream.
"S'oaky Brad," she huffed, slamming her pussy up
against mine. "You can ask me next time." She grunted
as she tried to make her pussy slide up even more onto
my exploding cock. "Do you think maybe you could suck
on my nipples some more?" she panted. I was most happy
to oblige.
Well, the dance came and I collected Melissa at her
house with an extra horse for her. I found out why she
wanted to ride in short order. We weren't a mile from
her house when she started grinding her jeans-clad
pussy into the saddle and had herself a nice little
cum. If it hadn't been for Daddy teaching me and
Christy, I'd have never known what she was doing, but I
could recognize a girl cumming just about instantly
now.
In those parts we had mostly barn dances, so jeans and
boots was standard. We did some rock and roll and some
slow dances, but there was a lot of country dancing
too. The sad thing was it turned out Melissa was what
they call a cock tease. She liked to get me going, but
if I let my hands wander she'd slap them and hiss "Not
here".
So when we were on the way home I suggested that we
weren't there any more, and that I'd sure like to see
what those nice soft breasts she'd been pressing
against me all night looked like. I don't think she was
expecting me to be that bold, but I had a new-found
confidence that came from the look of gratitude in my
sister's eyes as her pussy milked my cock of its manly
load.
Anyhow, she muttered and made excuses and stuff until I
finally figured out that she didn't want to do anything
except maybe kiss a little. I was some unhappy. My
balls were aching a little, and I WOULD like to have
seen those soft pillowy tits she had.
But my Daddy taught me to be a gentleman, so I took her
home and gave her that kiss that seemed to be just
enough for her. It was all kind of a let down and I was
pretty bummed out when I got home. Christy heard me
ride in and came out to help with the second horse. I
told her what had happened while we rubbed the animals
down and put them in stalls. When we got done she took
my hand and dragged me toward the stairs up to the hay
mow, saying "Well, she might not show you hers, but
I'll sure show you mine, if that's OK."
It was. In fact, I had more fun in the next half hour
than I'd had all night. Christy was an appreciative
lover, and while I was licking and sucking her sweet
pussy she kept telling me how great I was, and how
wonderful it felt. She confessed that Daddy had taught
her how to suck cock, and she wanted to show me. That
was something pretty special, but she said she didn't
want me to cum in her mouth.
She said that she didn't mind the taste, but she'd
rather have it up in her pussy. She said that felt the
best of all. So I plugged it into her and reamed her
out nice and long. I found out that if I nibbled on her
nipples while I stuck my cock through that inside mouth
I'd found before, she'd have two or three orgasms one
right after another. I had to quit because she couldn't
breathe.
Then, nice and proper, I asked her permission to shoot
off in her and maybe make her pregnant. Just as sweet
as can be she said "Please do, Bradley."
I did. In fact I did it then, and then later that night
in her bed too, after the folks were asleep and I snuck
in there. I liked the bed better, but I forgot one
thing. Christy makes a lot of noise when she cums. And
I mean a LOT of noise. Earlier that day, in the barn,
it hadn't sounded so loud, I guess. Anyway, I was right
in the middle of squirting my sister's soft hot pussy
all full of spunk when all of a sudden the door slammed
open and our Mamma was standing there.
She had this wild sort of look on her face, like she
was expecting to find blood everywhere or something.
I'm telling you Christy REALLY yells. She took in this
big breath of air and I thought we were goners when
Daddy showed up right behind her and his hands came
around her and cupped her titties through her
nightgown.
As he pulled her back out of the room I heard him say:
"Come on little sister... don't be upset. You know how
it is... like father... like son."
Since then I haven't had the urge to ask those silly
girls out any more.
I've got Christy, and she's really all I need.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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