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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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