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My Father, My Husband - 2
By Schariah (schariah1@gmail.com)
***
A girl grows up to discover her true love is her father
and she lives out her dream by becoming his wife. (Mf,
ped, inc, bi, exh, 1st, oral, anal)
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Chapter VI
I told Bobby first thing when we got back. "I'm
pregnant!" I whispered, excitedly.
"That's great, Lizzie" he said with a wide smile, and
took me into a big bear hug. I wanted to jump up and
down I was so happy.
But as our hug ended, I could tell there was something
wrong. He smiled with his mouth, but not his eyes.
"What's the matter, Bobby?" I asked.
"No, nothing," he said. "Nothing at all. You're going
to have a baby!"
"Bobby," I said, stopping him. "What is it?"
He was silent for a moment. "Trevor and I broke up," he
said.
I felt so crushed. Bobby and Trevor had seemed so
happy. Bobby had lost so many relationships, and here
was another one--a really promising one--gone. "That's
awful, Bobby," I said. "What happened?"
"Nothing," he said. "Really. I don't want to talk about
it."
And he didn't, either. I tried to gently broach the
subject, but Bobby wouldn't say anything. Finally,
after two weeks of his failed attempt to pretend he was
happy, I'd had enough. I called Trevor and asked if we
could have lunch. I know it was meddling. But I cared
so much for Bobby...
Anyway, at lunch, Trevor wasn't angry. He wasn't even
that sad. He seemed more like he was consoling me.
Finally, he explained.
"Lizzie," he said, quietly. "Lizzie, I shouldn't tell
you this, probably. Bobby wouldn't want me to. But...
It's your Dad. Your relationship with your Dad.
Bobby... I think he's a little jealous."
I was stunned. "What? Jealous?"
"Yeah, and I don't mean, jealous that you have a
husband. I mean, jealous as in--" he paused. "Lizzie,
Bobby loves your Dad just like you do."
I said nothing. My eyes were wide.
"You never noticed?" Trevor continued.
"Well... I knew they were close, but..."
"They're very close, Lizzie. But not as close as Bobby
would like." I still was sat shocked. "Is that so hard
to believe, Lizzie? You loved your Dad enough to marry
him, and to have his baby. Bobby grew up alongside you.
Why shouldn't he feel the same way?"
His words struck me to the heart. He was right. It made
perfect sense. And what's more, it was so insensitive
of me not to notice. All this time, I had focused only
on my own happiness, and poor Bobby--poor Bobby had
said nothing, afraid of disrupting my joy!
"How do you know all this?" I asked.
"Well, after you left on your honeymoon, Bobby tried to
hide it, but…well, Bobby can hide things pretty well
for a while? But eventually it comes out. One night he
just started crying, and it all came out."
I felt myself choke up. My eyes began to feel hot with
tears.
"Lizzie!" Trevor said, immediately realizing how I
felt. "Oh, Lizzie, please don't be upset! Bobby would
never want you to feel bad for this—oh, I'm sorry."
"No, no," I said, getting control of myself. "No, I
wanted the truth. I understand. It's okay."
But as I drove home, Trevor's words echoed in my ears.
I could hardly believe how cold I had been, how blind.
Bobby loved Daddy? Of course he did. Bobby was so like
me in so many ways. It would be strange for him not to
feel that way.
I hated the idea that I'd been insensitive to Bobby.
But worse, I hated the idea of Bobby being lonely and
jealous of us. He only lived in the house because we
liked him there so much—his business was already doing
well enough that he could afford his own place. Now, he
probably would move. And I wouldn't have my brother, my
best friend, around…. I started to cry. It's hard to
drive when you're crying.
I found myself turning away from the route home, and
getting back on the freeway. I would go talk to Anne
about this.
When I got to Anne's house, she was inside, working on
a watercolor. "What's the matter?" she asked, as she
put the brush away. I explained the whole situation—how
Bobby had apparently been in love with Daddy all this
time, and here I had just ignored it—how Bobby had been
so sensitive to my feelings from the first moment,
years ago, when I first fell in love with Daddy, and
I'd just never bothered to realize that Bobby felt the
same way….
"Lizzie, Lizzie, calm down," Anne said, taking my hand.
"Oh, what will I do?" I sniffed.
"Lizzie, it's okay. Bobby loves both of you. Whatever
happens, you three will be all right."
"But never the same," I muttered.
"Of course not, Lizzie, but people's relationships
change. Your relationship with your father changed,
right?"
"Yeah," I mumbled. It did feel better for her to talk
to me. "But I never meant for all of this disruption….
And I don't know how to make it right."
"Perhaps you should talk with your father and Bobby
together."
"And then what? Once he confesses his feelings, we just
go on, Daddy and me, together, ignoring that?"
"No, not ignoring it," she said, looking down.
I thought for a while. "Letting him in?" I asked, in a
whisper.
"Only if you can," she whispered back.
"But…" I looked into the distance. I wasn't so sure I
wanted to share Daddy, either, come to think of it.
After a long silence I looked up at her. "Anne," I
asked. "Why have you always been so good to us? You
accepted us from the very beginning, Daddy and me. We
have a pretty strange situation here and you've never
condemned us for it. Never called us evil."
"Of course not," she said. "I don't believe in that.
Nietzsche says, 'All things done from love are beyond
good and evil.'"
I smiled. Anne was like that. So deep.
"That's right, Anne," I said. "Beyond good and evil."
When I got home, Bobby was swimming in the pool. I
stood in the kitchen and watched him through the
window, admiring the bend and curve of his muscles, and
the confident long reaches of his arms as he paddled to
the end. When he reached the end he would breathe, then
push off with such strength. His body was the perfect
specimen of a man. He was beautiful.
Just then I heard the door. It was Daddy, coming home
from a meeting. I turned and smiled at him. He was
wearing a dark suit with a bright blue silk tie. So
handsome.
"Come here," I said, calmly, feeling the tears again
behind my eyes.
"What is it, Lizzie?" Daddy asked, sensing immediately
something was different.
"Look," I said, and we watched Bobby together for
several minutes, in silence. Daddy took his jacket off,
draped it over one arm, and kept looking. "He loves
you, you know," I said, finally.
"Yeah, he's a good man," Daddy said.
"No, I mean…" I looked at Daddy. "I mean, he loves you.
Loves you like I do."
Daddy looked at me silently. Then he looked back
outside. Then back at me. "Yes," he said quietly. "I
know."
"You know?"
"Well, you can tell these things," he said. "But I
didn't want to say anything to you, because I thought
it would hurt you. And I won't say anything to him."
"No, Daddy, wait," I said. "Wait… Daddy, I want you to.
I want us all to be—to be together. I love you both so
much."
He laughed gently, then pulled me into a hug. "Oh,
Lizzie, you're very sweet," he said. But after a while
I pushed away. Then I took his hand.
"Come here," I said. And I led him to the door, then
out onto the patio. "Bobby!" I called.
Daddy hesitated "What are you—"
"Bobby!" I called again. Bobby stopped swimming, stood
in the waist deep water, and pulled his goggles to his
forehead. "Come here," I said.
Daddy had stopped protesting. Bobby took a few steps,
then emerged from the pool like a Greek god, the water
flowing over his tanned skin and his smooth muscles,
down his tight chest, over the package in his skin-
tight blue Speedo, and his thick, long legs.
"Bobby," I began. "Bobby, I—I never realized. I…" I was
so nervous, you'd think I was confessing *my* love.
"Bobby," I finally said with determination. "Do you
love Daddy?"
"What?" Bobby asked, alarmed. Then he looked at me.
More coolly, he said, "what are you doing?"
"Be honest with me," I said quietly. "Do you love
Daddy, as I do?"
There was a long pause. Silence was broken only by the
sound of a distant plane. Then, finally, he looked
straight at Daddy, who stood there silent, still in his
tie. "Yes," Bobby said, with a mixture of relief and
fear. Then there was more silence, this time more
scary.
"Oh, Bobby," Daddy said at last. He took a step
forward. Bobby looked straight into his eyes. And then
they grabbed each other into a fierce hug. "Oh, Bobby,"
Daddy said again. Then he looked at him. Then Bobby
leaned forward, and they kissed at last.
Their lips moved together. Daddy's hands were sliding
down Bobby's back to his waist, ignoring the water on
his tie and slacks. Bobby just kept kissing him, living
out his dream at last.
I stood back and watched as their tongues met. I
clutched my throat slightly, overcome with emotion. I
loved these two men so deeply, it was an epiphany to
watch them finally meet this way.
Bobby reached his hands down Daddy's sides to his belt.
Their kissing paused, as Bobby undid Daddy's belt, and
opened his slacks slowly. Daddy let him, then reached
forward and cupped Bobby's hard cock with his hand, and
they kissed once more.
I moved, now, and took one side of Bobby's Speedo with
my fingers. Daddy took the other side, and together we
slid the skimpy suit down, off of Bobby's long,
distended cock. It pointed forward, bouncing slightly.
Daddy's pants soon slid from him, too, and he stood
before his son in his black underwear as Bobby removed
his shirt. Then he crouched down before Daddy and began
to pull off the black boxers.
I crouched beside him. I was still wearing my high
black stilettos, my dark skirt, and my pink silk
blouse, but I didn't think about that. I just reveled
in the sight when Bobby pulled Daddy's shorts down and
his long thick meat popped out before our eyes. I
looked at Bobby and he looked at me, and together we
moved forward.
Each of us took one side of that long shaft into our
mouths. We licked at it together, then Bobby took it
into his mouth, sucked it a few times, and then pulled
back for my turn. Bobby was holding the base of Daddy's
cock for me as I took a few long strokes, and then
pulled back for him to start again. Together we shared
our father's penis, tasting it alternately, licking it
together, sometimes kissing deeply, our tongues
touching around the hot round head of Daddy's dick.
We sucked it together for several minutes. I sucked
Daddy's balls while Bobby bounced back and forth on the
thick meat. Finally I whispered softly in Bobby's ear.
"Do you want him inside you?"
"Oh, yes! Oh yes, Lizzie, I want him to fuck me!" He
practically shouted it between long deep strokes of his
mouth on Daddy's cock. I looked up at my husband, who
watched us both with hazy, half-closed eyes. He was in
heaven. So were we.
"I'll be right back," I said, and I got up and went
inside.
By the time I came back with the lube on a silver tray,
Bobby was lying on his back on a lounge chair, and
Daddy, fully naked, was curled over him, sucking on
Bobby's penis. It was an awesome sight. Daddy's tight
ass pointed to me, his back bouncing up and down with
his blow job. Bobby had his hands on either side of
Daddy's face, and was staring at him with the deepest
love. It was so moving. I paused only for an instant,
but then I was beside them.
Silently I handed Daddy the bottle. Bobby began to get
up and turn over. "No," Daddy said. He looked at me,
and poured some lube on his hand. He began to lather it
on his shaft. "No, I want to look at you when I fuck
you for the first time, Bobby," he said.
Bobby lay back and spread his legs, his hard cock
pointing skyward. Daddy lubed his ass gently with one
hand, then handed me the bottle again with the other. I
put it aside. Then I crouched beside them. Daddy moved
into position, and Bobby lifted his legs up over
Daddy's shoulders.
With one hand, I grasped my husband's dick, and
positioned it right at Bobby's entrance. "I love you,
Bobby," I said. He turned and looked at me. Then he
took my hand in his.
"I love you too," he said. And then Daddy began to
push.
Bobby opened easily for him, and Daddy's long, thick
inches entered in a slow, smooth motion. Bobby's hand
tightened its grip on me as my husband penetrated him.
It seemed to take a long time, because Daddy's
wonderful dick is so big. Finally, Daddy was all the
way inside him, down to the root. Bobby was staring
into his eyes with love. Then he kissed Daddy again,
and turned to me. "Your husband feels so good inside
me," he said.
Daddy began to pump him, smoothly, with long strokes. I
watched as his cock pulled almost all the way out, with
just the head left inside, and then slid back in
without a pause, like a well oiled machine. His shaft
was gleaming with the lubricant, and Bobby's round ass
accepted his every inch, and his body every thrust,
just as I had so many times. Daddy's balls hung low,
bouncing each time he filled Bobby's ass.
My husband was gripping his son by the shoulders and
sliding into him with determination and grace. Bobby
was groaning with pleasure at the depth of penetration.
I was so wet and hot, I thought I would go crazy if
this lasted any longer. I lifted my skirt up my legs,
and with one hand I pulled my green panties to one
side. With the other, I began toying with my soaking
clit.
Bobby's groans were rising to little yelps. "Yes!" he
would cry when Daddy's body would slam against him.
Daddy was grunting with the effort, trying to give
Bobby every ounce of his manhood.
My finger was flicking madly over the hard point of my
clitoris. My legs began to weaken. I sat down on the
cement of the patio, and kept playing with my button.
Daddy's thrusts were coming faster now.
"Yes! Yes!" Bobby began to shout. "Yes! Fuck me, Dad!
Oh, yes!" Daddy's thrusts were so hard now that the
lounge chair began to scoot across the deck. "Oh, Dad!
Oh, I'm going to come! I'm going to—" and just then
Bobby's long shaft began to shoot out a fountain of
white cum, spraying high into the air and splattering
against Daddy's belly. Three or four long, thick spurts
blasted out of him before my own orgasm overcame me,
and I cried out. My fingers were dancing over my hot
clit, my pussy went into spasms, and I shouted in
pleasure.
"OHHHHH!" I cried. My fingers felt the soaking wetness
of my cum leaking out of me as my cunt continued to
flutter. My body felt long waves of pleasure racing
over my skin, then shaking my bones.
I could hear Bobby's groans of pleasure still, as his
thick semen continued to pour out of him, coating his
and Daddy's skin with thick cream. Just then, Daddy
yelled, "OHHHHH!" threw his head back, and slammed deep
inside Bobby.
"Yes!" I cried, my own pulses shuddering through me as
my finger kept fucking me. "Give it to him! Give him
your cum!"
Daddy needed no encouragement. His balls constricted,
his penis expanded, and his sperm shot into Bobby's
bowels. "AAAAAAHHHH!" He shouted, his arm muscles tight
as steel bands. His ass clenched, then clenched again,
then clenched again, with the effort. Each time, he
would shoot another rope of boiling sperm into Bobby's
ass. Again and again, he flooded Bobby with his heat.
Bobby seemed insane with ecstasy. He was licking wildly
at Daddy's face, neck, and cheeks, and clutching his
skin with his fingers like talons.
Then he kissed Daddy as hard as he could, clenching his
ass muscles down on Daddy's dick at the same time. He
wanted that cum as much as I did. He had wanted it for
so long. Daddy's ass kept squeezing tight, then
loosening, then clenching, each time his balls would
pump, long and slow. He poured his liquid into Bobby
until he was drained completely.
Then Daddy fell forward. Bobby hugged him tightly,
letting his legs fall, and after a minute Daddy rose.
He slid out of Bobby's slick ass. He stood at his son's
feet, his slowly deflating cock dripping with sperm and
lubricant. He smiled. Bobby slid one foot onto the
ground, then another, and rose beside Daddy, the two of
them naked, beautiful, lovers. They kissed again, then
with a laugh they simultaneously leaped into the pool.
The splash died out just as the last little glimmers of
my orgasm faded away.
Chapter VII
The rest of the evening, we spent laughing and talking
by the pool, wrapped in Chinese silk robes. The sun was
setting, shooting red fire up at the undersides of the
distant clouds, as Daddy and Bobby and I sat on
cushions around a lazy-susan and ate dinner. Daddy held
Bobby close, his arm around his new lover, and they
kissed and shared grapes and peaches. I loved seeing
them together like this, Bobby smiling broadly, their
silly little jokes sending us all into exaggerated
laughter. Daddy's tender caresses were so loving, so
genuine, so natural.
And yet I couldn't help the strange feeling stirring
inside myself. I didn't like the feeling, but when
Daddy would laugh at something Bobby said, or kiss him
on the cheek, I felt throat tightening, and a sudden
urge to leap up and tear them apart, and throw myself
into Daddy's arms! The jealousy inside me was starting
to build, and I tried to clench it down, to hold it
deep in the pit of my stomach. How ridiculous of me. To
bring them together like this and so quickly to feel
like their time was over now, and that they must pay
attention to me? Ridiculous. Childish. And yet there it
was.
"I'm so lucky, to have two such wonderful lovers,"
Daddy said at one point. "Not many people find the love
of their lives. And here, I've found you both, right
here in front of me," he said. Then he beckoned me
over. I moved to sit on his other side. He put his arm
around me, too. "I don't think I could ever want
anything more," he said, looking down into our faces,
alternately.
We talked on, watching the stars emerge. I became quiet
and contemplative. I was conscious of the scent of
jasmine, the shimmering pinpoints of light in the sky,
the sience of the red moon at the horizon, and the
indescribable energy flowing from the new life in my
womb. Daddy and Bobby chattered together like kids,
like they had been delivered or released from bondage.
I tried to laugh along with them and offer little
wisecracks, and when the conversation turned to
business, I told them my thoughts on the market and our
investments. I brought them red wine, and myself a
coke, and I nestled against the warm darkness of the
late summer night.
Finally when it grew too dark, we went inside. Bobby
pulled me aside as we put our plates on the kitchen
counter and Daddy headed for the shower. "Lizzie," he
whispered; he leaned in to look me straight in the
eyes. He was so handsome, so masculine. He seemed bold,
and new, and fresh, like he had just come down from the
sky. "Lizzie," he said, "thank you. I love you. I will
always be so grateful. Thank you."
I thought he might cry, and I felt again a stab of
guilt. "I love you too, Bobby," I said. "Whatever will
make us happy." I threw my arms around him. The
brilliant colors of our robes clashed as we held each
other tightly.
Then Bobby pulled away. "Now you two go to bed," he
said.
"You're coming too, right?" I asked.
"No, no. This is time you should spend with your
husband," he said. I said nothing. Bobby leaned forward
and kissed me. The warmth of his breath on my face, and
the slight scratch of the stubble on his cheeks, stayed
with me long after our kiss ended.
I showered and put on a little see-through baby-doll
nightie. I never wore anything under it. When I went
into the bedroom, Bobby and Daddy were just kissing
goodnight—Bobby still in his robe, whispered something
in Daddy's ear, and then smiled at me as he left.
Daddy, nude in the bed with the sheets wrapped around
him to his waist. The pack of muscles in his tummy
showed prominently in the nightlight. "Come here,
sugar," he said.
I slid into the bed beside him and he pulled me against
him. I rested my head on his chest, and he kissed the
top of my head. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm okay," I said.
"No, really. You seem to be feeling a little jealous
about me and Bobby."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "It's stupid of me. Here I
was so ignorant of Bobby's feelings for so long, and
now here I am doing the same thing all over again."
"It's understandable, Lizzie," he said. "But where
would we be without him? You and I would never have
come together if Bobby hadn't cared about our love."
Then he pulled my chin gently so I was looking up at
him. He stared into my eyes with that intensity that
always sent shivers through me. "Lizzie," he said with
determination. "Lizzie, I will always love you
completely. You and I will never be separated, ever.
Bobby is part of us—he's not going to divide our love.
It's always been the three of us against the world,
right? And it's just like that, is all. We're like…like
three links in a chain. Only, not a chain because we're
free, not tied down."
The words sank into me. Of course he was right. "I love
you," I said.
"And I love you. And Bobby loves you. More than you
have ever realized, maybe."
"I do realize it," I said quietly.
"Why don't you go say good night to him?" Daddy asked
quietly. Then he smiled, and I smiled too.
I slowly got up, and with quiet steps I made my way
down the hall to Bobby's room. The door was slightly
open, and I pushed it and entered the darkness. Only a
little nightlight near the floor existed in the black,
but it was enough to reveal Bobby's body, lying naked
above the sheets in the warm night air.
"Hi, Bobby," I whispered as I sat on the edge of the
bed.
"Hi, Lizzie," he said.
"I'm sorry about my confusion earlier," I said. "It's
just a little new to me, is all."
"I know, sweetheart," he said. "Lizzie—" I felt a hand
on my waist. "Lizzie, I will never try to take Daddy
away from you. I love you both so much. I want us to be
together forever, just as we always have been."
"I know," I said. "Thank you."
"Thank you," he said. I leaned over the dark outline of
his head, and moved to kiss him. I felt his lips meet
mine. They were firm and warm. We kissed slowly, like
we were just discovering it. After a few seconds, I
felt his tongue gently teasing against mine, and I
welcomed his deeper kiss.
His hands grasped my waist through the thin gauze of my
nightie, as he continued to kiss me. Then I felt his
mouth moving down my throat, licking and nibbling at my
skin. It all seemed to fit so perfectly, and without a
word, I moved over him, kneeling on either side of his
body.
He returned his mouth to mine, as I placed my hands
against his solid chest, and his began to slide up my
legs to cup my ass. I felt my nipples harden at the
contact. We seemed to be thinking together. I lifted
up, feeling the warm juices flowing inside me, just as
he helped me to rise and I felt the hard point of his
shaft touch my entrance.
Without a word, I simply eased myself down on him, my
pussy opening to accept my brother's cock for the first
time. Bobby was truly ours, now. A link in our chain. I
felt his inches moving into me, deeper and deeper,
sliding in with my slow movement, until I sat all the
way on him. It took my breath away, the feeling of his
hardness inside me, moving gently whenever we breathed.
It felt so perfect. I simply looked at his face, now
slowly becoming visible as my eyes adjusted to the
darkness. I felt the warmth of his breath and the
gentle tickling of my hair as it fell down in a broad
circle around our heads. I gently moved up and down his
rod, my juices flowing around the thick shaft of his
penis.
Bobby helped steady me with his hands on my hips, but
it didn't take long. Bobby was so excited, he couldn't
really hold back. With a stifled cry, he began to go
into his orgasm. I bounced harder on him as I felt the
first wave of energy flash through his muscles. His
body jerked, his hips lurched up, and with a broad
pulse, his semen splashed into my depths. "Ohhhh," he
groaned, feeling for the first time his seed flow into
his sister.
I relished the feeling, the power of his orgasm, and
the idea that I had given it to him. With one hand I
gently brushed back the hairs from his forehead. Beads
of sweat met my fingertips, as I stared down into his
eyes. The climax wracked his body; he blasted into me
again, and then once more. I just absorbed his thrusts,
his cum, his ecstasy, with delicate adoration. "Yes," I
whispered in the darkness. "Yes." His penis continued
to throb.
Just then I felt another pair of hands touch my
bouncing ass, grasping the bottom of my nightie, and
lifting it up. Daddy was revealing me before his new
lover. Bobby's thick cock had stopped spouting, but it
was still hard, and I kept swaying over him, loving the
way it felt each time it penetrated my deepest points.
In a second I was naked, my breasts bouncing in front
of Bobby's face. I felt myself getting hotter as I
moved up and down on Bobby's seven inches. Daddy's
hands moved up and down my back, gently tracing his
fingers against my skin.
I began to move faster, as Bobby began to fuck me with
real determination. Then I felt what I somehow knew was
coming—the tip of Daddy's oiled dick against my ass.
Again, saying nothing, only the sound of our breath
filling the room, I leaned forward over Bobby to give
Daddy better access. I felt Bobby's hands separating
the curved cheeks of my ass as Daddy used his hands to
guide his long meat to my second entrance. I felt the
pressure, then, against my point.
It was like nothing I had ever known—far beyond the
feeling any vibrator had ever given me—to feel the
pressure of two hot cocks, of the two men I loved. I
felt Daddy's pressure build; I tried to relax for him,
to open for him. Then there was the moment of
penetration, when my flower opened and the wide head of
his dick entered. Then the long, slow push while he
shafted the rest of himself into me; the two pieces of
manhood next to each other inside me, sent me into
another world.
"Oh my GOD!" I cried, breaking the silence as the joy
became too much. "OH my god, it's so good…so good…oh,
god, oh, god…." He was only halfway in, but already I
thought I might die of pleasure. Daddy pulled back a
little and then shoved in again, this time going all
the way. Then we were just still, reveling in the
sensations. I felt like the center of the universe. My
two lovers were inside me, their thick cocks almost
meeting at a point close to where my baby was starting
to grow. At that instant I wanted nothing more than to
feel their cum inside me. Just the thought sent a
shiver of ecstasy through me.
Then they began to thrust, quickly finding a rhythm
together. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I could
only feel the awesome power of their thrusts sending
jolts of pure pleasure through my body. "OH FUUUUCK
MEEE!" I cried, bouncing between them. The points of my
nipples were so alive they almost hurt as they bounced
against Bobby's skin. The four hot hands on my waist
held me just right as they would pull me down against
their two shafts, then push me up, until just the two
heads were penetrating me. Then down again, until I was
so full of their love I thought I might explode.
I began to come—or maybe I'd been coming all along. I
screamed, my body shivered and convulsed. I felt my ass
squeezing down on Daddy, and my pussy squeezing on
Bobby. I was simply their plaything, the focus of their
power. "Fuck me, oh, god, oh, fuck me," I cried,
gasping for air. The scent of our sweat, the heat of
our skin, the rustling of the sheets, and the thick,
hot, hardness of the two cocks pounding away inside my
loins, were all the sensations I could grasp.
"Oh fuck me!" I cried again and again. My body shivered
and shook again and again. I threw my head back and
forth as they kept up their rhythm, filling me, then
emptying, then filling me again.
"AAAAH!" I shouted once more as another wave of my
orgasm ran through me, throwing me back against Daddy's
chest. I was squeezing Bobby's flesh with my hands, as
I was clenching at them with my inner muscles. It was
just one long orgasm. Sparks were going off behind my
eyelids, and still I wanted more. They fucked me and
fucked me, each thrust setting off another explosion of
pleasure deep inside my hips.
Then I felt Daddy speed up. I knew what that meant.
"YES! OH, GOD, COME INSIDE ME, BOTH OF YOU!" I shouted
again. Daddy's hands pulled even tighter, and then he
slammed up inside me. Bobby, knowing just what to do,
sped up at just the right instant so that he could slam
into me also. He, too, threw his head back, his muscles
pulling tight. And together their groans filled the air
as their cocks burst forth and poured their liquid
essence into me. With long, powerful shudders, their
two bodies seemed throw their whole being downward and
into me. Their balls pulsed, their penises bucked, and
long fountains of white cream erupted inside my belly.
Their hands clutched at me as they shuddered a third,
and a fourth time. Together they fucked their cum as
deep into me as they could reach. The magical moment
seemed to last forever. We soared, all of us, on a
perfect instant of ecstasy.
"Give it to me," I said, as I felt their shafts move
again, and gobs of cum continue to spurt inside me.
"Give it all to me. I love you."
Then, finally, slowly, they descended from their
heights. As they withdrew, their sperm flooded down my
legs, onto the sheets. I collapsed on the damp bed,
unable to do anything but breathe. My hair was a mess,
my body just glowing with the warmth of our lovemaking.
Daddy leaned forward and kissed Bobby deeply, their two
half-hard cocks shining slightly from the nightlight.
Then the two turned to me, and shared a long,
languorous kiss with me. "I love you," we all said
together.
Chapter VIII
The next several months were a blur of joy and
excitement. It was the beginning of fall, my favorite
season, and soon my pregnancy would be showing. So, of
course, I needed all new clothes!
Daddy and I and Bobby had been invited to a special
Halloween night hosted by Anne. It was to be an adult-
themed Halloween, and Bobby was especially excited,
because, well, you know how gay guys love Halloween!
Since this would probably be the last time before my
belly started to grow, Bobby and I decided to be
especially daring. We had costumes made for us--we went
as Adam and Eve, and Daddy went as the serpent. Isn't
that cute? Bobby and I had body stockings with little
leaves sewn on them to cover us. Daddy had a long,
tight body suit in brown, with scales on the back, and
a snake mask with scary fangs. We looked great!
We got to Anne's house late, about 10. She was so happy
we were there. There were a lot of people, many in the
most imaginative costumes! Anne has a pretty big house,
two stories, and as she took our coats she explained.
"Great costumes," she laughed. "Look, upstairs is where
the action is. I like to keep it a family show down
here. So there's plenty to eat and drink over there in
the kitchen, and you can mingle as you like, but if,
um, the spirit moves you to express your love in a
physical way, there are plenty of beds and soft floor
mats upstairs, okay?" she winked at me. I laughed and
kissed her on the cheek. Anne's the best.
The party was pretty cool. There were people dressed as
superheroes and figures from history. There was one guy
dressed as an Egyptian god, with his skin painted gold,
and wearing a headdress and a loincloth. He was really
fit, and somehow the gold skin really turned me on. And
there was a tall, voluptuous woman dressed like Marilyn
Monroe in "The Seven-Year Itch." I even ran into Cheryl
and JoAnne. They were dressed in cat suits that clung
to their bodies. Cheryl was a tiger, and JoAnne was a
lion--she even had her hair all teased out like a mane.
Their face-paint was the best part. It really looked
cute. We all talked for a bit, and waved at some other
people we knew. Professor Watson was there.
"You know, he and Anne have a thing going," Cheryl said
quietly.
"Really? I had no idea! But he's married."
"Yeah," she said. "I don't know if they have an open
marriage or if he's cheating on his wife, or what," she
answered, with a raise of her eyebrows. "I didn't want
to ask Anne outright."
"Huh," I said, a little shaken. "Wow. It would just
kill me if Daddy cheated on me, I think. I can't
imagine what that must be like. I mean, if it's
consensual, that's one thing." I thought of Daddy and
Bobby. That certainly wasn't cheating. Why would it be
cheating if it was behind my back? Funny, the lie is
what would hurt. Not the sex.
"Well, JoAnne and I are going to go check out
upstairs," she said. Daddy and I smiled at her.
"Have fun," we said. But I was still thinking about
infidelity. If Daddy was with anyone else but Bobby,
I'd be destroyed. But if Bobby slept with someone else,
I don't think I'd mind. Yet I love him, too, and I've
even been with him, sort of. Was it just that we hadn't
actually fucked? How strange emotions are!
My thoughts lifted when I heard Daddy's voice by my
ear. He was behind me, his chin on my shoulder. "Come
on," he said. "Want to go upstairs?"
I turned to him, the serious look on my face. I kissed
him deeply, for a long time, not a sexual kiss, really.
"I love you, Daddy," I said.
"I love you too, Lizzie," he said, serious as well.
"With all my heart. Don't worry about us. I will never
betray you." Daddy always seemed to know just what was
on my mind.
"You better not," I said with a laugh. "Or I'll rip
your dick off."
We laughed, then took each other's hands, and made our
way up the stairs.
Everything was different up there. Right by the top of
the stairs was a man sitting on the floor, completely
naked, the remnants of his costume--a toga--lying on
the floor. He had an enormous dick, it must have been
ten inches long, and it was pointing hard and straight
at the face of a girl who looked like she was maybe 14.
But maybe it was the costume--she was wearing a school
girl outfit, with a plaid skirt and a white blouse, and
pigtails. She her mouth bobbed up and down as much of
it as she could take. She was moving with rapid slurps,
ignoring us completely.
Daddy and I watched for a while, and the man leaned
forward just enough to grasp some of the fabric of her
skirt, and pull it up over her hips. Beneath, she
wasn't wearing any panties, and her bald pussy was
glistening. The insides of her thighs were shining with
cum. He was offering her to us. We smiled and shook our
heads and he went back to relishing the enthusiastic
blow job.
Daddy and I made our way down the hall, peeking in at
the doors. Bobby had disappeared shortly after we
showed up, and we were wondering if maybe he was in one
of these. But we didn't see him. Instead we saw a wild
menagerie of sex, mostly naked people, but some in
costumes. There was a woman with body paint like an
Indian squaw, sandwiched between two men, one in her
ass, one below her in her cunt. She was screaming with
pleasure as she came on them.
In another room, the Marilyn Monroe girl, still fully
in her costume, was bouncing up and down on the lap of
a naked man, her arms around the hips of a tall, black
man whose thick meat was deep in her mouth. She was in
ecstasy, her eyes clenched tightly shut. Just as we
watched, the black man came with a growl. Marilyn kept
sucking on his pole, swallowing fast as his cream
poured into her mouth, but she wasn't fast enough. He
pulled out a little and blasted three or four long
strings of cream onto her cheeks and into her open
mouth. It dripped off her tongue and down her throat.
On the floor beside their bed, a man with a crown of
olive leaves on his head was fucking the ass of a
little boy, perhaps 13 years old, who wore around his
neck a collar with a long chain hanging from it. The
boy was smiling broadly, his teeth showing bright as he
bounced back into the man's powerful thrusts. "Yes!
Yes!" he cried happily in a soft voice. The man's hips
were slapping against his ass with loud slaps. As we
left, we heard the man groan as he came.
In the next room were Cheryl and JoAnne. Cheryl was on
all fours, and JoAnne was pounding her from behind with
a strap-on. We paused in the doorway to watch. Cheryl's
suit was lying on the floor, and she was completely
naked, her tits bouncing with each of JoAnne's thrusts.
JoAnne held her hips tightly, and gritted her teeth
with determination as she fucked her girlfriend. "Oh,
FUUUUUCK!" Cheryl was shouting.
She lifted her head toward the ceiling, the veins on
her neck showing, her eyes closed with pleasure. "Oh,
GODDDD!" The dildo pounded into her fiercely, filling
her little pussy again and again. I reached over and
stroked the bulging front of Daddy's costume. He smiled
at me and kept watching. JoAnne slowed her motions and
looked up to smile at us. She was still wearing her cat
suit. Her mane of hair was fluttering with each push.
She ran her fingertips up over Cheryl's back, then back
down to her hips. She rolled her own hips a little, as
if opening Cheryl some more. Cheryl enjoyed the pause,
swiveling her pelvis and keeping her eyes closed. then
JoAnne gripped her waist again with both hands and
began ramming into her once more. "OH YES! Oh, god, oh
god, oh god," she muttered with each thrust.
We moved on, now, and found an empty room with nothing
but a blue mat on the floor. As we walked through the
doorway, I looked behind us down the hall. The girl in
the school uniform was still bent over the man's lap,
but behind her was a man, pumping his cock greedily
into her pussy.
I was so hot I thought I might just rape Daddy at this
point, but he took me into an embrace before I could do
anything. He kissed me fiercely. I melted against him,
and felt him siding the zipper down my body stocking.
It quickly fell to the floor, leaving me completely
naked. He cupped my ass with his hands as he kept
kissing me. I yanked at his outfit until it was lying
on the floor and Daddy was kneeling between my spread
thighs, his fierce looking meat pointing at me, like I
was a target.
In a flash, he was inside me and pumping, deep in my
belly. God I loved it when he just took me like that. I
clutched at his shoulders, closing my eyes to enjoy the
power of his manhood. He never let up, just pounding
into my wet center, fucking me until it seemed like he
controlled every motion of my body, even my breathing.
I came quickly, shuddering and throbbing around his
penis as it kept ramming into me. I was clutching at
his sweaty skin, my mouth dry and my eyes clenched
tightly shut as the waves of pleasure tore through me.
I could feel my nipples scraping against his chest, his
hands holding my hips firmly to absorb his thrusts.
Stars swirled in my vision as I shook again with my
orgasm.
Then Daddy pulled out of me, and turned me around so I
was on all fours. I followed his lead like a dancer,
and immediately took his thick cock into my mouth. I
loved tasting myself on him. This was my daddy, my
husband, my penis to play with as I wanted. Mine…
Just then I felt something touch me from behind. I
turned quickly, and I saw Bobby crouched down behind
me, and instantly I felt his tongue touch my pussy ever
so gently. I rolled my eyes back in my head and pushed
back against him, wanting more. His tongue slid into
me, then up and down my lips. Daddy pulled my head back
to him and I resumed sucking on his hot shaft. Bobby
was lapping at my entrance, and I felt myself about to
come again.
But just then Daddy once again took me in hand. Without
a word from any of us, he turned me around, so that I
was hovering over Bobby in a 69 position. His long hard
cock pointed straight at my face. I immediately began
licking at it, savoring the taste. Daddy then moved
behind me and slowly entered me again. It took my
breath away every time he did that.
I slid back against him to get him as deep as possible,
just as Bobby began to lap at my clit. His arms wrapped
around my hips, his hands cupped my ass, as Daddy's
hands held my waist so that he could fuck me smoothly.
I groaned deep, closing my eyes in pleasure, loving the
heat of Bobby's skin against my belly, the strength of
their muscular arms holding me in place, the power of
Daddy's long shaft inside me.
"Oh, GOD YES," I growled. "Oh my god that is so good!"
I lowered my head over Bobby's dick again, my hair
flaring out around his thighs. I slid my mouth up and
down his manhood. It tasted delicious and I loved the
heat of it against my tongue. I knew I could take
Bobby's cum quickly if I wanted it. I moved faster,
swirling my tongue around him.
I felt Daddy leave me, then, for an instant. And I
realized that Bobby was sucking his thick shaft,
cleaning it of my juices. Then I felt Bobby lifting it
again and pointing it at my lips. Daddy slid back into
me, and Bobby went back to my clitoris. I kept sliding
my lips up and down, savoring the heat.
Then, once more, Daddy pulled his manhood free of me
and lowered it to Bobby's mouth. He licked at the
shaft, sucking in my flavors before returning it to
drill into me once again. "Ohhhh," I groaned at the
full penetration.
Bobby's licking now became intense, as he sensed my
orgasm rising. I, too, increased my pace. I heard my
brother start to grunt a little, and then in a rush, I
felt the hot liquid start to spurt into my mouth.
"AAAAH!" he cried, and a flood of hot sperm flooded
over my tongue. I drank it down as quickly as it came,
in long, thick shots of heat. I swallowed again, and
then a third time, not missing a single drop as his
balls poured his essence out.
Just then Daddy pulled out once more, and I heard that
cry I knew so well. I felt a long hot string of cum
splash against my ass, then another against my inner
thigh, and then I felt Bobby's hand grabbing for
Daddy's spurting cock. In an instant, it was pouring
Daddy's seed into Bobby's gaping mouth. He drank down
shot after shot of cream. Daddy had been holding back
for so long, that the cum just rolled out of him in
long streams, splattering on his tongue, against his
cheeks. Seven or eight jolts wracked Daddy's muscular
body, his balls constricting hard against him, and his
long shaft spurting again and again. Bobby's face was
by now covered in his cream, and he swallowed what he
could with satisfaction. Then, he returned Daddy's long
shaft to my pussy, and Daddy thrust into me with the
same vigor.
I felt Bobby's face, slimy with sperm, reach up and
once again tease my clit. It was just enough. I blasted
into another orgasm, screaming at the top of my voice
as I rose up against Daddy's chest. His hands held me
to him as his thrusting continued, and I hopped up and
down on him and on Bobby's hungry tongue. "AAAAAAH!" I
screamed, my eyes clenched shut, my body shaking
uncontrollably. I was out of control. My body was
shaking, I was squealing, my hair was flying in every
direction. Bobby's tongue kept working magic on my clit
as my pussy muscles squeezed hard on Daddy's long
shaft. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. I
couldn't do anything but shudder and hold on as Daddy
kept fucking me. My body kept shaking. My tits were
bouncing with my body's irregular movements—all was
sensation and joy. With one final convulsion, my pussy
squeezed hard on Daddy's cock and then I collapsed on
Bobby's sweating skin, exhausted and panting like I'd
run a marathon.
I slid down to the floor, and once more took Bobby's
hard cock into my mouth. Daddy eased himself down
behind me, and I felt the warm touch of his tongue
against my inner thighs, then opening my pussy lips and
dipping into me. Bobby moved up and took Daddy's long
cock into his mouth once more, licking it clean of my
juices again. The three of us nursed on each other,
gently, not wanting to push things too much after our
wonderful orgasms. My god, I thought we really were
links in a chain. There was no need for jealousy or
fear. We really were one.
Afterwards, Daddy got us some drinks as Bobby and I
hugged and laughed.
We sat silently on a couch at the end of the hall,
watching couples and threesomes moving from room to
room. Near the stairs, another man was enjoying that
lucky girl's pussy.
"Bobby," I said quietly. "Why don't you and Daddy get
married too?"
"What?" he said, looking down at me.
"You know, just like we did."
"But that's just it, you're married…"
I laughed. "What, you're going to say bigamy is
illegal? So is incest!"
"Well, yeah, but" Bobby stammered. Then he laughed,
too. "Well, we can think about that later," he said.
"Dad would have to—"
"To what?" It was Daddy's voice. He'd come from the
room behind us just then. He was still naked, his
beautiful physique looking like a Greek statute. "I
would have to agree?"
We looked at him. Daddy handed me a drink then reached
down and put his hand against Bobby's cheek. "I'd have
to ask?" he said.
Bobby was silent, looking up at Daddy with love in his
eyes.
"Then I'll ask. Let's get married too, Bobby," he said.
Bobby smiled brightly. It looked for a moment like he
might cry.
"Would you like that?" Daddy said, when Bobby didn't
say anything.
"Oh, Dad," he said. "Oh, Dad, I'd love that."
Daddy leaned down and they kissed, a long, slow, gentle
touch of the lips. "Then let's do it," Daddy said.
Chapter VIII
The wedding was planned for January. Of course, by
then, I'd be six months along. But I did what I could
to help with the planning. Once again, Anne was
indispensable too.
Professor Watson explained that there was really no way
of fudging this one, the way he had done for Daddy and
me. So it would have to just be an unofficial ceremony.
But we were okay with that. Legalities didn't matter
much anyway. Law's what happens to people who can't
afford lawyers, and by now—well, to be honest, we were
rich. Daddy's financial work had paid off (with help
from me, if I do say so myself) and Bobby's software
business was very strong.
So we decided to have the ceremony in Florida, and then
for the honeymoon we would sail to the Caribbean. Daddy
had some business friends who owned an island there and
who would lease it to us for six months. Maybe I could
convince him to buy it.
The wedding day was perfect. Sunny and cool. Daddy and
Bobby in their tuxes. This time I wore a light white
dress with bright red embroidery, in memory of my own
wedding day. I was so happy, even if I did feel a
little fat in my dress. I was always self-conscious
that way, I guess. There were a dozen guests, all our
closest friends—just the ones we could trust with our
little secrets.
We all three said vows, this time. We had to alter
them, of course: "Do you take each other," and all
that. And we all said "I do" at the same time. Watching
Daddy slide the ring on Bobby's finger as so moving.
I'll never forget how the gold glittered under the
lights, like the tears I was trying so hard to hold
back.
At the reception, we all traded dances, and Daddy fed
both of us wedding cake. Bobby joked that it was
wonderful being my wife, and I told him that if he was
my wife, he would have to pick up a little more around
the house!
We left the next morning on Daddy's brand new yacht,
the *Elizabeth.* It was gorgeous—just like I'd
sometimes dreamed when I was younger. We had hired a
crew at top dollar—a chef, even!—with instructions that
they were to say absolutely nothing about what went on
on board.
The boat sailed first for Martinique, and then St.
Lucia. We shopped at some of the wonderful boutiques,
and enjoyed the tropical fruit and the amazing natural
beauty. But my favorite thing was just to enjoy the
ship and to enjoy being with my husband and my new
"wife." I hated the way I looked in a bathing suit, but
Daddy and Bobby tried to make me feel better. Then we
left for our own island, and we were truly on our own.
It was delicious.
On the second morning I awoke to find myself alone. All
around me I could hear only the sound of the sea and
the random noises of the boat as it swayed. I was lying
in the oversized bed that I and my two husbands were
sharing; wrapped around my legs were the cool cotton
sheets, shining bright white with the morning sun. I
was so lucky I never got morning sickness! In fact, I
couldn't have been more comfortable. I stretched lazily
and then gently rubbed my swelling tummy.
I got up to look for my boys. Clad in my thin white
nightie I climbed the stairs and went out on deck. The
hiss of the sea and the cool mist over the water were
all that greeted me. I stepped gingerly around the
corner, careful with my bare feet on the wet deck. As I
came up on one side I found the two beautiful men,
nestling down with each other as newlyweds do. And I
knew immediately that this was something very unique.
Daddy was on all fours on a thick mat, his trim,
muscular physique shining in the sun. Behind him,
kissing his back and rubbing his hands across his skin,
was Bobby, his hard dick pointing out with eager
anticipation. Daddy moved his head back and they shared
a long, slow kiss. It was so beautiful. This would be
Daddy's first time being penetrated. He had been with
men before we were married, but he had never received a
man inside him.
I leaned against the railing and just watched as their
tongues touched and they lingered over each other.
Bobby was up against Daddy's back, and he broke the
kiss slowly to reach over toward the bottle of
lubricant lying beside them. That was when Bobby saw
me. He smiled broadly, and I smiled back.
Bobby gestured to me, and I shook my head, but he
insisted. So I moved toward them, and at Bobby's silent
motion, I picked up the bottle and opened it. None of
us said a word. Daddy just looked up at me as I poured
some on my hand and then rubbed it on Bobby's hot
penis. The air was just a tiny bit chilled--enough to
harden my nipples into little points against my nightie
as it flapped in the sea breeze, and enough to make a
contrast with the great heat of Bobby's flesh. He
smiled at me as I coated him with the shiny substance,
and then moved to slide it between the cheeks of
Daddy's ass. With a finger I gently opened Daddy's hole
and moved more of the liquid inside him. This was
special to us all. With the rushing air and water
around us we prepared as though for a ceremony, Daddy
closing his eyes as I pushed two fingers in to open
him.
His handsome new husband moved up behind him, and we
shared a long, loving glance. With my hand I pulled
Bobby's long shaft to the right point, and, as Bobby
stared into my eyes, he began his thrust. With the tips
of my fingers I felt the shaft as it built up pressure
and then popped into my sweet Daddy. Bobby closed his
eyes and smiled at the sensation as his cock moved
insistently in. With determination, he sank himself
into Daddy completely.
I sat down carefully beside Daddy, and laid back on the
deck so that I could look up into Daddy's face. He was
smiling at me. "Wow," he said. With the ocean sound it
came out like a whisper. "This is amazing."
"Isn't it, Daddy?" I smiled, and reached up to run my
fingers through his hair. "This is what it's like when
you're inside me." Daddy lowered his head to kiss me
long and deep just at the moment that Bobby began to
fuck him. Bobby withdrew his hardness slowly from
Daddy's insides, and then pushed himself back in. He
tried to harness his eagerness. With his hands on
Daddy's waist, he moved with determination against his
husband. Daddy's face swayed over me, his hair flying
crazily in the wind. I just stared at his face as he
closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip, and furrowed his
brows with the pleasure of Bobby's motions.
I felt myself overflow with love for these men, and
with my left hand I reached for Daddy's hand. I felt
his fingers interlace with mine. In a moment I felt
another hand as Bobby reached down—our hands, with our
wedding rings, were intertwined together.
Daddy was sweating and grunting. "More," he muttered.
"Yes. Oh. Yes. Fuck..." A slight cry broke into his
voice. "Oh, yes—fuck me!"
Underneath them, Daddy's hard cock was swinging wildly
with Bobby's now speedy thrusts. Daddy's arms were
straining with the effort, and I let go their hands so
I could reach my arms around Daddy's neck and pull him
down for a kiss. His hot tongue met mine, and I could
feel the shuddering of his body with the slapping of
his husband's hard cock in his ass. Daddy was
whimpering now with each thrust. "Oh, god!" he cried
when our mouths parted. I reached out and tried to
grasp his cock, but I couldn't quite reach it. It just
grazed against my hand, and Daddy got the idea. He
pushed up so he was on his knees, and Bobby grasped him
around the tummy, thrusting up and into him as I
grabbed Daddy's cock. I pumped it twice, three times,
and Daddy let out a strangled cry. "Ohhhhh!" His cock
burst forth, and a long stream of hot cum squirted from
him, and into the air. I kept sliding my hand on him,
and another long fountain shot from him. Then another,
and another. Bobby kept up his pace, biting hard on his
lip to concentrate on holding back. But as Daddy's
spurts slowed, and he fell back towards me, Bobby let
go with a groan.
"Oh Gawd!" he shouted, his thrusting going crazy as his
body tried to force him deeper into Daddy. "Awwwww!"
his hips slapped against Daddy, and his sperm fired out
of him. "Oh yesss!" he cried, and grabbed Daddy's
shoulders so that the waves of pleasure didn't knock
him off balance. "Fuck!" he cried again, and delved
deeper into his husband's colon.
Spent, the two men slowly came to, their great muscled
chests heaving with exertion, their hair wildly
fluttering, their smiles of uninhibited joy revealing
the pleasure they had just experienced. I hugged Daddy
to me, and we all three just laughed, reveling in the
freedom and the joy of being alive.
We reached the island that night, and we spent the late
evening just watching the sea from the long horizontal
windows of the vacation home. It was state of the art
modern architecture with steel and glass—sometimes it
looked like a space ship or something, and sometimes it
looked invisible, like we were just lying there among
the tropical trees and grass. We were on an isolated
corner of the island, which had two villages, one big
enough for a little airport. So we weren't alone, but
it felt like it. It was marvelous.
Chapter IX
"What is it, Daddy?"
We were lying in the big bed in our vacation house.
Bobby's back was propped up against the pillows, and
mine was up against his chest. I could feel his breath
on the top of my head, and the fingers of his right
hand tracing up and down the skin of my right shoulder.
We were naked, wrapped in the heavy cotton sheets.
Daddy, near the foot of the bed, was wearing only white
beach pants, staring out the long window toward the
beach. The setting sun burned low across the room,
turning the walls a dull red. Daddy's expression seemed
far away.
"Oh, nothing," he said, seeming at last to snap out of
it, and turning to smile at me.
"You seemed worried about something," I said. We talked
quietly, not wanting to disturb the wondrous peace of
our honeymoon moment.
"Well, it's just that--we have something so special
here, and I worry about people who might want to hurt
us. You know, we've made a lot of money, and that tends
to bring out the worst in people." He paused for a
moment, then added quietly, "and there's your mother,
you know."
We were silent. In the distance, the waves on the beach
made a gasping noise.
"What?" Bobby and I said together.
"Well, we never learned what happened to her. For all
we know, she could be dead. But now that we've made so
much money, and we're starting to circulate among some
wealthy people--what if she or someone else decides to
try to hurt us because of our marriage?"
Bobby and I were quiet for a second. I turned to look
up at him. He met my gaze, and together we looked back
at our husband.
"Daddy," I said quietly, and I reached for his hand. He
gave it to me, and I placed it against my swollen
belly. "Daddy, our family will never be broken up. Our
love is too strong to let anything get in the way."
Bobby reached up and placed his hand over ours. "That's
right," he added. "No matter what happens, we will
never let the world come between us."
Daddy smiled. When he spoke, he seemed to choke back
tears. "You two are so wonderful," he said. "What a
miracle. How could I have been so lucky?" He moved up
beside us. "I love you," he said, looking alternately
between our faces. "But you understand we have to keep
things quiet. If not for our sake, and our business's
sake, at least for the sake of our child."
"Yes, Daddy," I said. At the same time, Bobby agreed.
"Yes, Dad. We understand." Then Bobby kissed him deep,
and then I kissed him. I felt his arms around me, and
his lips sliding down my cheek to my throat. Bobby held
me tight, as Daddy lingered, licking my skin and
sliding his hands down my sides. The sheet pulled
gradually away from my breasts, where my nipples were
already hardening. At the base of my back I could feel
Bobby hardening.
Daddy's tongue slid slowly down my tits, then hesitated
a bit. Finally I felt him drag his tongue across my
nipple, slowly, deliberately avoiding all but the very
point, and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth,
flicking his tongue back and forth. I felt my pussy
begin to flow with anticipation.
While Daddy moved to my other breast, Bobby's hands
were moving over my skin as well, cupping my breasts
and feeding my right nipple into Daddy's mouth. His
hands seemed so hot against my skin. I closed my eyes
and pushed out my chest toward them and toward Daddy's
marvelous tongue.
I kept my eyes closed as Daddy pulled away and leaned
back for a second. The next thing I knew, I felt the
sheet pulled away from my body, and Daddy's mouth on my
inner thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair and
tugged his head toward my center, and in an instant I
felt the tip of his tongue dragging gently up and down
the lips of my pussy, tasting my nectar. Bobby's hands
continued to run over my tits, teasing my nipples while
Daddy ate me. His tongue was sliding into me, fucking
in and out, and then moving up to tickle my clitoris. I
kept my hands on his head, loving the feeling of Daddy
worshipping my body. Everything seemed so perfectly in
place, with Bobby's hot skin against my back, Daddy's
mouth filling me with pleasure, and my baby growing in
my womb.
I let go of Daddy's head so I could slide down a little
more, freeing Bobby from the weight of my body. He slid
back so that he was lying on the mattress behind me,
running his hands through my hair, then down my
shoulders, to my breasts, just tracing lines across my
skin. Daddy's tongue continued to work its magic on my
button, sending thrills up my spine, like electricity
flowing through wires.
Daddy's flickering tongue didn't let up. He moved his
head around in circles as though he was hungry for my
essence, and couldn't get enough. I felt a warmth
building in my thighs and in my belly, and I felt
Bobby's tongue beginning to slide over my nipples. I
reached up with one hand and Bobby caught it,
intertwining his fingers with mine, just in time for my
orgasm to catch hold of me.
"Oh GOD!" I cried. "Oh! Oh, GOD!" I began to flop up
and down on the mattress, my spine twisting back and
forth wildly like an out of control fire-hose. Daddy
held firmly to my thighs to keep my pussy open to his
tongue. But I could only barely keep still. A rush of
ecstasy blasted through me, and I cried out again.
"AAAAAH!" My hips lurched up from the bed, then crashed
back down, and all the while, Daddy continued to attack
my little clitoris, not letting up for a second. Bobby
was pinching my nipples, kissing my cheeks, my chest,
my belly, massaging me as the waves of pleasure flew up
and down my body, and I writhed in joy. "Oh, GODDDDD!"
I cried again, my head thrown back, my eyes squeezing
tightly shut. My pussy was fluttering, opening and
closing on Daddy's tongue just as it so often did on
his cock.
Finally, the shaking of my body reduced to little
trembles, and I descended gently to the mattress,
moving still in gentle curves. I felt my breasts
burning with heat, my skin covered with a thin layer of
sweat. Daddy's tongue was still moving, slowly now,
getting the last little jolts of my orgasm to burst
from my loins. I would arch like a snake, and then--
zap!--a shudder would run through me. Then I would
sigh, and twist slowly again, feeling the bed sheets
against my shoulders and ass, and Bobby's warm tongue
on my belly and the undersides of my breasts.
Daddy let up, and crawled over me. He leaned down to
kiss me, and then kissed Bobby. Bobby ran his hand down
Daddy's back, and cupped his ass. I realized that Daddy
had slid off his pants, and Bobby was moving his hand
to lead Daddy's cock into me. He slid in so easily, now
that I was soaked and open. I just lay there, and
accepted the long pole as it ground itself into my
depths. When I felt Daddy's balls up against my ass, I
knew he was all the way in me.
Daddy fucked me smoothly, his long cock shining with my
lubrication. Bobby's hand moved down and massaged my
still shivering clit. Daddy didn't touch me, he just
knelt, leaning back and letting his long cock do all
the work, delving into me, then pulling all the way
out, then pushing in again, like one of those oil
drills in the desert. I just savored the feeling of his
hot flesh inside me, next to the baby he had already
put into my womb.
I could feel a new orgasm starting to build under
Bobby's fingers and Daddy's long cock. This time I just
relaxed, though, and let it build. I didn't explode, I
just lay back, and let the sensation grow; Bobby's
fingers pushing me over the edge, and Daddy's long dick
dragging me. I felt as though I were in rapids and
plunging over a long waterfall. I just let it happen,
loosening my joints and relishing the building
pressure, the feeling of surrender, the powerful lunge
of energy as it rose up and plunged me into the depths.
My eyelids fluttered, my breath sheered off into a
gasp, and the long, low waves of joy simply carried me
away.
Something inside me rose, curling, like a ring of
smoke. I felt myself floating, looking down into
myself, in darkness with colors and sparkles tumbling
through my vision. I felt my cunt clenching down on
Daddy's long shaft, and my skin burning against Bobby's
tongue. I felt myself in a spirit world, connected to
the earth only by that long, hard pole of flesh moving
inside me. Time stood still; my heart seemed to stop,
and then pound in my ears, only to stop once more. All
sounds seemed at a distance, echoing; all sensations
centered around the marvelous hardness of my husbands'
masculinity thrusting in and out of me. A wave seemed
to rise up and throw me over it, then to freeze and
drop me gently down its melting slope. Then with a
crash, another blast hit me, and I could hear myself
crying out—feel my body shaking, my legs squeezing
around Daddy's thighs, my hands flailing, trying to
catch hold of something, and finding two manly hands. I
felt like I was in a whirlpool, collapsing down toward
something--a center that was the essence of man;
Daddy's adamant cock, thrusting into me with endless
grace.
Then, as though waking up suddenly, I felt myself jerk
with a start. My eyes flashed open, and I could see
Daddy arch his back and grimace with pleasure. His
balls burst forth, and he shot his pent-up load of
sperm into my depths. I held him tight with my legs,
and grasped him with my hands, clutching at his flesh.
I wanted him as deep in me as possible. I dug my
fingers into his back and bounced myself up and down on
his throbbing penis, feeling myself almost desperate
for his hot cum. My belly pushed against him, his baby
inside me, his husband still running fingers over my
skin, and his long ropes of thick cream blasting into
me over and over and over again. I felt as though his
cock had pinned me to the earth; as though the three of
us--no, the four of us--were connected to eternity. The
orgasm seemed to liberate me and set me afloat on a sea
of perfect joy.
With a final groan, Daddy gave me his last drops of
semen, and then lifted off of me. He turned to his
right, and instantly took Bobby's stiff cock into his
mouth. It was only a second or two before Bobby was
coming, too, his hands clasping Daddy's head, ensuring
that his own cream would fill Daddy's mouth. Daddy
swallowed his thick semen, determined to drink all of
our husband's sweetness. Bobby's balls tightened up
against him as he poured out the concentrated essence
that he had held back for so long. But not a drop
escaped Daddy's mouth. Finally, when the last drops had
given out, Daddy pulled back, his lips shining and wet
with Bobby's sperm. He looked up and smiled at his boy,
then down at me, and we kissed again.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," Bobby and I said together. We would never
be separated. Never.
Chapter X
My beautiful daughter, Alexandra Emmanuelle Roberts,
was born on March 20, 1990. She was perfect, with
bright round eyes and perfect little hands. She was
born at home, with my two darling husbands assisting
the doctor. I chose Alexandra just because I liked the
sound of it, but Emmanuelle was from the book, that I
loved so much. Bobby said I should name her after one
of the Greek goddesses who was born through incest, but
I thought that might be a little bit much.
When Alex was about two we moved to New York, where
Daddy and I started a new investment company. Daddy ran
it for the most part, and I stayed home with Alex and
worked on a few accounts from home. Bobby's computer
company was doing really well, but it didn't require
him to be out of town too often. Having two husbands
certainly helped a lot! And we bought the island house
where we had spent our honeymoon. It served as our
refuge whenever the city got to be too much.
Of course, as she grew older Alex began to ask
questions, and I determined early one to be completely
honest with her about her unusual family. I knew it
might be hard for her, but better to be hard and honest
than to be deceptively simple because it was a lie,
right? So I told her that her daddy was also my daddy,
and her grandfather, and about how our three-part
marriage worked. She took it all very well (and despite
the stuff you read, she was perfectly healthy). But we
also had to explain to her that it was important not to
talk about this in public. That part ashamed me
terribly. I wanted her to feel free to talk about her
family. Telling her to keep in quiet seemed like
admitting we'd done something wrong, and I hated that.
But the risks were just too great.
It was when she was ten that we had the first real
problem. She was going to a pretty exclusive school in
Manhattan; we were living in a condo on Central Park.
One evening, the phone rang. It was the principal, Mr.
Simmons. He wanted to meet with me some time, without
Alex there. I agreed to meet him the next day after
work.
He was a short, thin little man, bald on top, wearing a
sweater with the school's arms on the breast, and a
sport-coat over that. I had come from a meeting, and
was still wearing my suit—a tight black skirt and a
white silk blouse that draped from my breasts in
enticing folds. My hair was curled and pulled up
behind, and I wore stiletto heels and no stockings. I
looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself. We went into
an office with a large oak desk—just what you would
expect, really. I hated him instantly.
"Ms. Roberts," he began.
"Mrs. Roberts," I corrected. "I'm a married woman."
"Yes, of course," he said. "Well, that's actually what
I wanted to talk to you about. You see, Alexandra has
been making some interesting comments to her fellow
students and her teachers lately, and I wondered what
you might make of them. She mentioned to her teacher
the other day that her mother was married to two men at
the same time. The other children found this strange,
and Alexandra became a little bit upset about it—"
"Maybe because it's none of their business?" I asked.
"Well, that may be, but of course, children are
naturally curious. Of course, we thought nothing of it,
but then yesterday she told her teacher that her
mother—that you—were married to your own father."
"And?" I asked. I felt flushed.
"Well, naturally, it concerns us. There's no telling
where children get these ideas…"
"She gets these ideas from me," I said. And then I
blurted it out without even thinking. "Because it's
true."
"Excuse me?"
"Evidently children aren't the only ones who are
'naturally curious.'" I said, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, we are concerned with maintaining certain levels
of morality here," he said, in a formal tone.
"What has Alexandra done that's immoral?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"Neither have I. Our family arrangements are simply
none of your business," I said. "But my husbands and I
love and care for Alex very well, and we teach her the
lessons she needs to know."
"But naturally the other parents are going to be
concerned…"
"The other parents?" I asked, getting angrier. "Did
they put you up to this?"
"Well, the children ask questions when they get home."
"God damn it," I said, standing up. "I send Alex here
to get an education, not to have her life scrutinized
for moral correctness."
"Ms. Roberts, please—"
"If Alex is a discipline problem, let me know and I
will handle it. If she has an emergency, or trouble
with her homework, I will handle that. But if you and
the 'other parents' have a problem with my family," I
said, "you can shove it up your ass."
"This was not meant to be confrontational," he said.
"The hell it wasn't," I said. I fumed silently for a
moment. "Mr. Simmons," I finally said, "My husbands and
Alex and I are going away for a month to visit our
other home. If you need to reach me, here is the
number." I grabbed a Sharpie off of his desk. Then I
looked around for a piece of paper. He didn't move. So
with both hands I reached up under the hem of my skirt,
and grasped the waistband of my white silk panties. In
an instant I had slid them down my legs and, stepping
out of my heels, pulled them off of me. Simmons just
stared in astonishment as I scratched out the number
across the fabric. Then I leaned over his desk and
stuffed the warm panties into his coat pocket. With a
wicked smile, I tossed the marker on his desk and
walked out, taking care to step heel-to-toe the way the
fashion models do, so that my hips would swing as much
as possible. I left him silently melting in his chair.
I laughed all the way home, but when I told Bobby and
Daddy, they weren't too happy. "Lizzie, you have to
understand," said Daddy. "People like that could really
hurt us. You can't go around doing things to antagonize
them."
"But this is our lives," I said. "It's none of his
business."
"Of course it's not. But do you want Alex to have to
pay for our radicalism? That should be her choice."
Of course he was right.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked. "Just lie?
Apologize?"
"Of course not," he said. But you could see he was
thinking hard for some solution.
Finally, after talking about it all night, we made our
decision. We would move to the island permanently. It
was the only hope for our privacy and safety. We would
come back to New York when we needed to for business,
but otherwise we would live on the island. There were
villages and schools and friends there, and Alex loved
the place. Of course, I worried about cutting off her
connection to her own country. But we would teach her
as much as we could at home, and we could afford tutors
to ensure her the best possible education.
The next years flew by so quickly, I couldn't believe
it. Alex began to grow into a woman right before my
eyes. Her body began to show its natural curves, her
smile became less innocent and more clever. Her
interests matured, and her questions only got harder.
At first she had been such a tomboy, but by the time
she was 14, she mixed that with a love for the most
silly, frilly, girly things—things I love too, of
course, so that was fine with me. It was just strange
to see how fast things changed. One day she was playing
with plastic ponies and teddy bear stickers, and the
next, she was putting up posters of movie stars and
talking on the phone and sneaking into my makeup.
One weekend, I had been in the home-office working on
the taxes, when I decided to take a break. I went out
to the kitchen for a drink. As I opened the
refrigerator, I heard what sounded like a groan of
pain. I quickly closed the door and set down the glass.
I paused by Alex's door, finding it open just a crack.
I was about to knock when I heard the sound again. Then
a quick gasp. I knew instantly what it was. I should
have walked away, I suppose, but I couldn't. I gently
pushed on the door just a little.
There, on the bed, lay Alex, her knees bent toward the
ceiling her hand moving gently the handle of a
hairbrush between her legs. A small triangle of dark
fur covered the top of her 14 year old pussy, nestled
at the junction of her curved hips. Above that, her
flat stomach rose to her small but growing breasts,
which bounced firmly with each jolt of the brush in her
hand. At their tips were tiny pink nipples, hard—just
as mine instantly became. The handle of the brush
gleamed with her juices. Her head was thrown back, and
her mouth only slightly open, showing her teeth; her
eyes were clamped shut, and a little line between her
eyebrows showed a frown of concentration on the
feelings running through her pussy. She fucked herself
with long, determined strokes, not too fast, but not
slow, either. She was really enjoying the fantasy.
My little girl was reveling in the pleasure of the hard
brush handle touching her deep inside. Her hips were
swiveling gently with each inward thrust. Her free hand
ran up her inner thighs toward her breasts, twisted her
own nipples gently, and then slid back down to her
pussy, where it circled around the little clitoris that
protruded from its tiny hood.
Her breathing became heavier, and her hips began to
move faster against her sheets. She didn't open her
eyes, but her mouth began to open wider. Her ass began
to bounce gently against the mattress as she fucked
herself harder on the brush handle. "Oh," I heard her
say. "Oh…."
Soon her hand began to move with real speed, shoving
the handle in with fast, shallow strokes. The other
hand was now rubbing vigorously against her hard clit,
and her hips began to rock with the growing power of
her orgasm. "Oh!" she cried, trying to stay quiet.
Then she whimpered, and whimpered again, and then she
bit her bottom lip. The frown deepened. Her hand
flashed over her clit. She shoved the handle deep
inside her, and her hips began to slam up and down on
the mattress. Her breathing was hard and fast, through
her flared nostrils as she tried to remain quiet.
"Mmmmph!" she let out. "Mmmm! Uh!" Her back arched, and
a long, deep shudder ran through her whole body like an
earthquake. Her tits bounced fiercely along with her
hips.
"MMhhhhh!" she almost squealed. I could see the shine
of her nectar on her hands and her thighs. She plunged
the fake cock into herself again, and another long
shake wracked through her body. Her eyes were squeezing
tight, now. A third wave crashed over her, and her hips
again bounced vigorously between the mattress and the
brush handle she held firmly in her grip.
Finally Alex let out a long breath, and released her
bottom lip. She relaxed, and fell back to the bed. I
quickly stepped back, closing the door so she wouldn't
see me spying on her.
I was so wet. But I tried to shake it off, at the
thought of my little girl growing up. Soon she would
want a boy of her own. I should have known she'd be a
firecracker, considering the way she was conceived.
Like mother, like daughter, I guess.
I thought long and hard about what to do. Or whether to
do anything. Alex and I had always talked very openly
about sex—or the biology part of it anyway, and the
usual stuff about how love and sex go together and all
that. But this sort of thing? Well, it was natural, and
not a bad thing at all. I just had to let go of my
nerves.
Her birthday was coming up. So I got her a special
present, one that I saved for after Bobby and Daddy had
left the room. "Alex," I said, "here's something that's
just between us." I handed her the long silver box,
wrapped with a simple black ribbon.
"What is it, Mommy?" she asked, a wry smile gathering
in the corner of her mouth.
She slid the ribbon off, and gently opened the lid.
Inside was an expensive vibrator. Top of the line.
Maybe other girls would be embarrassed. Not my Alex.
"Oh, thank you, Mommy!" she said, throwing her arms
around me. "Oh, I've wanted one so much. Thank you! Oh,
it's beautiful!"
"It's the best one on the market," I explained. "I'll
show you how to take care of it and everything."
"Oh, thank you!" she said again. "Can I use it
tonight?"
"Of course you can," I smiled. "Of course."
I explained everything, which didn't take long. Then we
went had cake and watched a movie. But Alex was eager
to go to bed to try her new toy. She leaned over Daddy
and kissed him on the cheek, then Bobby, and then me.
She smiled at me for a second, then ran off down the
hall, her long hair trailing behind. I was so proud of
my little woman.
After a few minutes, I smiled at my boys and excused
myself. Walking quietly down the hall, I could just
barely hear the buzzing noise coming from Alex's room.
I knocked lightly on the door, and after a second,
heard a breathless, "yeah?"
I opened the door and went in. Alex lay on her bed, a
sheet covering her body. I could see her chest rising
and falling with her fast breathing. "Is it okay?" I
asked.
"It's wonderful, Mommy," she said, smiling. "It feels
really good. Thank you again."
"I'm glad," I said. I leaned down and kissed her
forehead. It was warm and damp. I looked into her eyes,
and she into mine. "Here," I said at last, and I drew
the sheet down, off of her body. Her nipples pointed at
the ceiling, her skin glowed with the exertion. In her
hand, beside her body, was the vibrator. I took it in
my hand and she let go, watching me with a slight
smile.
I turned it on again, and moved it toward the insides
of her thighs. I stared at the tiny patch of hair,
carefully trimmed already, just as I'd taught her.
Below that, the petals of her little pussy were wet
and open, longing for more penetration. With the
buzzing staff in my hand I slowly teased her. She
parted her legs more, instinct taking over her senses.
I dipped the end of the hard machine toward her little
clit, and allowed it to massage her. She threw her head
back and groaned a little. "Ohhh..."
"You should make it linger," I said quietly. "You
should draw it out first. When you're with a man, he
should take his time to get you ready," I explained.
"Oh, I'm--I'm ready now, Mommy," Alex whispered.
I pushed the end between her parted labia, and it slid
into her easily. The shaft disappeared in slow, smooth
inches, as my Alex threw her head back and groaned.
"Ohhhh, yes, Mommy…."
"It always feels better with someone else," I said.
Then I slowly withdrew from her little cunt, watching
as her lips clung to the slick plastic. I removed the
whole thing, so that I could watch her feel the
pleasure of its penetration again. I pushed it into her
hole and slowly ground it into her. "Oh, yes," she
said, her mouth wide open, her hair strewn across the
pillow, her eyes clenched shut. "Oh, Mommy, more...."
With gentle, insistent motions, I moved the hard cock
in and out of her. Its buzzing sending shocks through
her body, centering in her hard clitoris. Her hips
moved opposite my thrusts, and I could tell she wanted
it faster. I sped up my motions, and with my right
hand, I reached out to touch her little breasts. They
bounced with the fucking motions, and her nipples felt
very hard against the palm of my hand. I just held my
hand still and let her motions drag her nipples up and
down against my touch. She was very eager, now, chasing
her rising orgasm. It was her lack of experience. But
now wasn't the time to explain the pleasure of holding
off. It was her birthday. It was time for her to come.
I switched the vibrator to a higher setting and began
to pump her pussy. She stifled a cry. "OH!" and began
to gyrate her pubescent hips. "Oh, Mommy!" she said, a
catch in her voice. I fucked her vigorously, enjoying
the way her young juices coated the shaft and my hand.
"That's right," I whispered, as I pumped the shaft in
and out of her young belly. "That's right. Come for me,
angel." I could see my daughter starting to climax.
"Oh—Mommy—I'm—I'm going to come!" Her voice was half
whisper, half cry. "Yes," I answered, quietly, keeping
up the in and out motions. Again her brow furrowed into
that cute frown. She threw her head back, opened her
mouth, and then a long, steady vibration rattled
through her body like an earthquake. It seemed to
engulf her all at once, her body shivering and bouncing
on the bed. I kept up my fast pumping motions, ignoring
the cramp in my arm, wanting to experience the full
force of my daughter's orgasm. "Oh, MOMMY!" she cried,
giving up on staying quiet. Her whole body shuddered
again, her hips jamming down on the vibrator, trying to
get it entirely inside her. I could feel the tip of it
bouncing against her cervix. But she didn't stop.
"OHH!" She cried again, her fingers clutching at the
sheets.
With a quiet voice, I encouraged her. "Yes," I said.
"Come for me, Alex. Come for me." Her spine shook once
more, then twisted her wildly. She seemed to barely
hold on to her own body. The tremors rolled through
her, and her breathing ran wild. "Nnhhhhhhh," was all
she could say. The ecstasy rose from my hand, into her
cunt, and up through her bones, shaking her young body
crazily.
At last, the spasms slowed, and I gently reduced the
motion of my hand, and finally withdrew the vibrator
and turned it off. Her eyes were still closed tight,
her mouth still open to her panting. Then with a dreamy
look, she slowly opened her eyes to me. "Oh, thank you,
Mommy," she said. "That was wonderful."
"Happy birthday, baby girl," I said.
"It was a wonderful birthday," she said. "And a great
present."
"I'm glad you like it. Pretty soon, you'll find a boy,
and leave me--"
"Oh, Mommy," she said, smiling. We often had this
conversation.
"Just your old, worn out mother…"
"Mommy," she laughed, "stop it. There are no boys at
school I'm interested in."
"Good night," I said, and kissed her forehead again.
"Good night," she said sweetly.
About six months later, Daddy and I went to New York,
because Daddy was to receive an award for his
philanthropic work. It was a risk, of course, as every
visit to the States was a risk, but we had gotten used
to running risks. Bobby was taking care of Alex back on
the island, and Daddy and I stayed at a fancy hotel,
with a fireplace and a huge king-sized bed. I laid on
the floor by the fireplace, just staring into the
twisting flames. We worked on his speech for a while,
then talked until late. He held me against him, and I
looked at the embers, thinking of our past; of Daddy
picking me up from school when I was little; of our
trip to Florida, where we had first expressed our
feelings openly; of our two weddings; of the birth of
our sweet daughter. It seemed such a short time ago.
How could I have been so lucky? Daddy was just quietly
running his hand over my back as I dozed off, leaning
against him, in perfect contentment.
The dinner the next day went smoothly. Everyone was
dressed up--Daddy in his cool tuxedo, looking like
James Bond. I wore a tight black sleeveless dress with
a dangerous slit running up the leg to my thigh. The
only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring and the
necklace Daddy had given me in Florida. Daddy was
introduced and went up to speak, as the crowd
applauded.
In the middle of Daddy's speech, a voice came to my
ear. "So how are you enjoying your stay in New York,
Mrs. Roberts?"
I turned and saw a thin, handsome man with short black
hair and a dark suit. "Very nice, thank you," I said.
"That's good to hear," he said. "You know... I've
always found it interesting that you call your husband
'Daddy.'"
My heart instantly started to speed up. What was this
about? In the background, Daddy's voice was still
going. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Well, it's just unusual, is all. But--well, I wonder
if there's something more to it than just a nickname?"
This man was up to something, obviously. My anger
instantly became tinged with contempt. "What business
is it of yours, Mister...?"
He didn't volunteer a name. "Oh, there are people out
there who are curious about things," he said, looking
up at the stage for a moment. "You know how people are,
Mrs. Roberts. They want to know things.... How's your
daughter?"
"Who the hell are you, Clare Quilty?" I asked, glaring
at him. He didn't answer. Fucking idiot; it was over
his head. "Look," I continued, "I don't know who you
are or what you want, but stay the hell away from me
and my family."
"Your mother says hi," he said, looking back at the
stage.
A chill shot through me. I stood up impulsively,
starting down at him. People nearby turned to look.
"Fuck you," I said, not bothering to lower my voice. In
the background, Daddy's speech was continuing,
uninterrupted. "You stay away from me and my family, do
you understand?" People were trying to ignore me and
this interloper. "I don't give a fuck about my mother,"
I continued. "You tell her to butt out of our lives,
just like she did years ago. We never want to hear from
her again."
The man opened his mouth to speak, but just then we
heard Daddy's voice rise: "...possible without the very
special woman in my life. She's right over there, my
beautiful wife Elizabeth." I looked up at the stage,
and saw him smiling at me, his arm pointing in my
direction. And then he said, "She's more than my wife,
really. She's my soul-mate. My true love. My daughter."
The applause went on, but then started to slow down as
people caught the last word.
"That's right," he said. "I'm tired of hiding it. My
wife is my daughter, and we love each other, just as we
love my husband, my son Bobby, who couldn't be here
tonight. Without them I'd be nothing. I'd have
accomplished none of what I've done. And I owe it to
them to not be afraid anymore to say it out loud. Thank
you, Lizzie, for all you've given me."
There was silence and murmuring as Daddy stepped down
from the stage with his little trophy, and walked
across the floor to me. The cameras were starting to
flash as he set the trophy down on the table and took
me in his arms. But I hardly noticed any of that. In my
head was just music and joy and perfect happiness as he
held me tight and kissed me, his strong arms around me.
I felt like the world had suddenly turned into
perfection. Damn the shocked audience. Our moment of
triumph had arrived.
"I thought we had to keep it secret," I said, looking
up into his dark, determined eyes. He just smiled down
at me as the awkward silence continued to chill the
room.
"I can't anymore, Lizzie," he said. "And the only way
to prevent us from being blackmailed is to come out and
admit it to the world. Besides, this is our life. It's
our happiness and our family. We can't let other people
control our choices."
"I love you," I said.
"And I love you, and I love Bobby, and I love Alex. And
what we have is too special to let others intimidate
us. We're links in a chain, and I don't care who
knows." He enveloped me again in his arms and we kissed
long and deep. Around us, everyone continued to stare.
We turned to walk out, but Daddy paused. He turned back
and seized a water glass with one hand. Turning to the
man who had been pestering me, he moved his arm in one
quick arc. The water splattered across the man's face,
dripping down his shirt, and soaking his face
completely.
Chapter XI
Shortly after we arrived back at the island, Bobby took
me aside. "Lizzie, I think you should know something
about Alex."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, while you were away, Alex and I went camping.
And she...well...I think she was trying to come on to
me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, just--acting very flirty with me."
I laughed. "Are you sure it's not just your
imagination, Mr. Stud-muffin?"
"I'm serious, Lizzie. I think she has a crush on me,
and I thought you should know."
"Okay, I'll talk to her about it if you want. But I'm
no sure it isn't just that you find her hot."
"I do, Lizzie," he said, very seriously. "She's
beautiful, and I find her very attractive. I would
never do anything, but it's difficult when a girl is
clearly interested."
"I understand," I said. "I'm just teasing you. I'll
talk to her about it later."
I thought about it for a while, though, before I
approached Alex. I didn't want to embarrass her. We had
always been so open, though, and she had never
mentioned anything to me about this. And, anyway, what
was the harm in a little girlhood crush? She was 14,
for crying out loud.
"Well, he thinks--he thinks maybe you're interested in
him, you know, as more than an uncle," I said to her a
few nights later, as she lay in bed and I was picking
up the laundry from where she'd missed the hamper.
"Maybe you have a crush on him?"
Alex was silent for a moment. She tossed her head,
looking off in another direction. I could see her
blushing fiercely. Finally she turned back to me. Her
eyes were big and wide, like she might cry.
"It's true," she whispered.
"It's okay, sweetie," I said, moving quickly to sit
beside her. "Hey, it's okay. Why are you upset?"
"You're going to be mad," she said.
"Why would I be mad?"
“Because Bobby's your husband. I have no right--"
"Oh, Alex!" I laughed. "Alex, it's perfectly okay." I
put my arms around her shoulders. "It's perfectly all
right," I again. "Bobby's a very handsome man. You'd be
crazy not to find him attractive."
"It's not just the way he looks," she said, a little
braver now. "He's so nice to me. He's always so gentle
and sweet."
"Well, he loves you," I said.
"And I love him too," she answered, and looked straight
at me. "I mean, I love him."
"Well, now, Alex," I said.
"What, it's wrong to feel that way about a relative?"
she said. I knew it was coming.
"No," I said. "Of course not."
"I love him, Mommy."
"Alex, you're only 14. You have a lot to learn about
love."
"I know," she said. She didn't try to argue with that.
She was always so mature. I love her for it. "I know I
have a lot to learn. But I do feel this way, and I
can't lie about it."
"Okay," I said. "But remember, Bobby may be your uncle,
but he's also my husband."
She laughed. "I understand, Mommy," she said. She laid
down, and I pulled the sheet up to her chin. We talked
about my trip to New York and what they'd done camping.
Then, after a while she said, "Mommy?"
“Yes?"
"I think I'd like my first time to be with Bobby."
"Your first time?"
"Yeah, you know, my first time having sex."
"With Bobby."
"Yes." She was staring at the ceiling. I was staring at
her. "He would be gentle, and patient, and I know I
could trust him."
"Alex, it's a little early for you to think about this
stuff."
"I don't mean now," she said. "Maybe in a few years.
Maybe...maybe for my sixteenth birthday?"
She'd been making plans for her sweet sixteen for years
now. Sometimes it felt like she'd been planning it for
sixteen years.
"Your sixteenth birthday," was all I could say.
"Yes, Mommy. If, you know, I don't meet some other guy
or something." I was silent. "Mommy, you and Daddy--"
"Yes, I know," I said. I was silent again. Then I
nodded slowly. "Okay, if Bobby is okay with it, then,
for your sixteenth birthday, if nothing else has
changed by then--"
"Oh thank you Mommy!" she said, and jumped up to throw
her arms around me. Her little breasts pushed against
mine. I held her tight.
"Okay, okay," I said. "I have to make sure it's okay
with your father, though."
"I understand, Mommy."
"You go to sleep now, you horny little thing," I
laughed. She laid back down. As I turned out the light,
I turned back to look down at her. "I love you, kid."
"I love you too, Mommy."
When I told Bobby about the situation, he laughed at
first, a little embarrassed laugh.
"I said it was okay with me if it was okay with you."
He stopped laughing. "Okay with you?"
"Yes, well, you're my husband, it's only right she ask
me at least."
"Yeah."
"Do you not want to?" I asked.
"Well of course I want to," he said. "I mean...Lizzie,
she's beautiful and sweet and I love her. But...you're
my wife, and that just seems wrong."
"Not if it's okay with me."
"And Dad. He's my husband, he has a say also."
"Of course," I said. "We'll ask him."
Daddy, of course, was a little skeptical, but said it
was okay with him. That night, Bobby and Daddy and I
made love with more vigor than usual. I couldn't help
thinking that the thought of a tight little sixteen
year old virgin had turned them extra hot. Men. So
predictable.
Over the next two years, Alex never again mentioned the
conversation, and somehow I forgot about it. Life went
on. We were living on the island full time now, now
that the scandal had broken out. The newspapers ran
pictures and the conservative columnists yammered on
about the end of civilization, but soon it died down
and we kept up our trading business. With the internet,
nobody really had to travel anyway.
But then as Alex's sixteenth birthday came up, she
began talking about her "special present." She was very
excited about it. She made appointments at the beauty
parlor and paid out of her own money to get her hair
done and to get a manicure. She went shopping and
wouldn't let me see the clothes and other things she
got.
When her birthday came, everything seemed normal. We
had breakfast, then went out to the beach and played in
the water for a while. Bobby and Daddy both looked
spectacular in their Speedos. Daddy's hair had started
to get some distinguished flickers of grey recently,
but it only made him seem more handsome to me. He still
had his broad shoulders and his tight pecs. And Bobby
now looked like Daddy did when we got married. They
were two beautiful men.
Alex wore her black and red string bikini, which tied
high on her hips, and only barely covered the perfect
curve of her ass. By now she had developed a perfect
hourglass figure. Her narrow waist flared out in a
precise curve to her 34 inch hips, and her ass was
tight and hard. Her thighs were slender and smooth,
like her stomach. Her breasts had bloomed to a heavy
round C cup, barely held in by the skimpy triangles of
her top. Around her shoulders her long, curled hair
fell. Her eyes were bright and shining, a cool green.
She looked like she should be on the cover of some
magazine. God she was beautiful.
Together we enjoyed playing in the sand, throwing
frisbees and making sandcastles. Throughout it all,
Alex was flirting with Bobby, giving him sly looks,
finding ways to show off as she bent over to pick up
the frisbee, and stuff like that. At first, I just
thought it was cute, but then I started to realize how
touching it was. I pulled Daddy to my side as they
splashed and chased each other in the waves.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Daddy asked, quietly.
"It really is," I said. "It's hard to think of her as a
woman."
"Hard to believe," Daddy said.
We kissed. "But it's right," I said. "It's time. And
she's ready."
"Yes," he said, and put his arms around me, holding my
back against his chest.
When we grew tired we went back to the house, and Alex
disappeared into the shower while we prepared the cake.
As Bobby and Daddy stuck the candles in, I laid out
cushions on the floor. Lizzie came out of her room just
as they lit the candles. She was gorgeous, her hair
perfect, the only makeup a little eye liner to heighten
the effect of her piercing look. She wore a pure white
dress that covered her from her shoulders to her bare
feet. It had lace collar and lace sleeves.
"Is that a christening gown?" I asked her quietly.
"I thought it was appropriate," she answered looking up
at me.
I laughed. "Definitely," I said. "Let's have some
cake."
We sang to her, and she blew out her candles. We sat
around the table eating the cake, but we didn't talk
very much. All of us were filled with anticipation. It
was finally Alex who broke the tension. She walked over
to Bobby, and took the plate of cake from his hand.
Setting it on the table gracefully, she sat in his lap
and put her arms around his neck.
"Uncle Bobby," she said, "I love you. Thank you for
giving this to me. I've wanted it for so long."
"I know, sweetheart," he said, staring into her eyes.
She leaned down and kissed him, very gently, just
touching their lips together. He moved his hands to
hold her waist, and the white cloth of the gown
gathered in pleats from his hands.
Their kiss grew longer, and deeper, and I slowly rose
from the table. I reached out my hand to Daddy, and he
rose quietly too. With a flick of my head I gestured
that we leave them alone, but just then Alex broke the
kiss to look up at me. "No, please don't go," she said.
"I want you and Daddy to be here with me."
"Okay, Alex," Daddy said, smiling.
Bobby gently lifted her off of him and stood. He held
her hand and led her to the floor where I had laid out
the cushions. Then he kissed her again, taking her in a
strong embrace. She melted against him, in the most
beautiful feminine gesture of surrender. Bobby was
leading her, gently but firmly, toward her new world.
He ran his hands up over the gown, and cupped her
breasts lightly as their tongues touched. Alex's eyes
were firmly closed, her breathing fast. She kept her
arms around his neck, allowing his hands free access to
her tits. I could barely make out the pinpoints of her
hard nipples. Gently, Bobby lowered her down on the
cushions. Their kisses were still slow and lingering,
but more passionate, sucking at each other's tongues
and lips. Bobby rolled over, expertly guiding her on
top of him so that he could reach down and grasp the
hem of the gown. He lifted it up, slowly revealing to
us her long, smooth, tanned legs, with her little
silver anklet, then her slender thighs, widening
gradually up to the tight curvature of her ass. Then
the globes of her ass cheeks appeared, covered in the
intricate lace of her bright white panties. They were
cut high, to reveal her wide hips, voluptuous and full
in the bloom of her womanhood. Her hips then tapered to
her waist, and the upward sweep of her spine. On either
side of her white bra strap, the smooth, soft skin of
her back sloped away above. Then the base of her neck,
where stray curls of hair spun, shining like copper
wires. then her shoulders, and then she shrugged it
off. Bobby continued to kiss her all the way, gently
tossing the gown into the corner. His hands then ran
smoothly down her back, tracing over her skin with just
his fingertips.
Daddy just stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders
as I watched, unblinking. Bobby then rolled over again,
putting Lizzie on her back once more. We could see the
fine white silk of her panties, with the loops and
swirls of tailored lace and a tiny white bow in the
center, as if it were the focus of her femininity. Her
matching bra, too, was made of wispy lace curls--La
Perla, no doubt; her favorite. Bobby dragged his tongue
down the side of her throat, to the valley between her
breasts, tasting her skin as her chest rose and fell
excitedly. With one hand he slowly pulled a bra strap
over her left shoulder, then dragged the top of the cup
down with his teeth, revealing the top of her breast,
then the sloping side, then the perfect pink nipple at
the tip, hard with her passion. He hesitated just a
moment for effect, then enveloped the nipple with his
tongue. Alex gasped. "Oh!"
Bobby slid his hands under her back, and with an expert
motion unhooked the bra, all the while swatting at her
nub with his tongue. Then he lifted away, pulled
himself up, and looked down at her as he used his
fingertips to drag the bra from her. Her round breasts,
flattened against her, were perfectly formed, like an
artwork. He stared down at her, then whispered, "you
are so beautiful Alex."
She smiled. "Thank you," she said, then reached up and
grabbed the buttons of his polo shirt. She pulled him
down over her once more, and they kissed again, her
arms around his neck. Bobby ran his hands down her
sides, up over her breasts, tweaking her nipples
briefly, and then back down her flat belly. He was
dragging his hands over her, as if memorizing her
shape. Below him, Alex was completely lost in his kiss.
Bobby rose up slightly to pull the shirt over his head
and flung it aside. His muscular torso was outlined in
the shadows as evening began to descend on us.
Bobby returned to his kissing, while I reached over and
turned on a lamp. The light rose in a curve across his
back, highlighting his strong shoulders, and below his
ribs, the long, smooth line of Alex's leg, running up
her shin, past her knee, around her thigh, to the white
barrier of her panties. Bobby was licking in long
strokes down her chest, across her nipples, toward her
belly button, his hands still moving over her hot skin.
Every now and then he would bite her gently, and she
would let out a cute little squeal. "Ooh!" Then he
would move on, leaving a trail of small red marks on
her flesh. Finally he reached her belly button, and he
spent some time there, licking in circles around it,
then gently pressing into it. This always drove me wild
when he would do it to me, so I knew exactly what she
must be feeling. She was beginning to squirm in
anticipation, her knees rising and falling slowly as
her juices flowed inside.
Bobby's hands ran up her inner thighs slowly until he
reached her triangle. then he paused, and pulled his
face away from her tummy. Staring at her face to absorb
her reaction, he gently ran his fingers over the smooth
white triangle that separated him from her pussy lips.
He was enjoying teasing her.
"Oh, Bobby," she whispered. "Oh, please..."
But he didn't give in; he simply licked her inner
thighs at the seam of her panties, savoring her heat
and dampness. Her mouth was open a little now, her
breathing fast, her breasts bouncing slightly as she
gasped. Bobby moved his hands up the outside of her
hips now, and grasped the waistband of her panties. He
kissed the little bow in the center just once, and then
looked up at me. He didn't smile; he just watched my
expression as he gradually peeled the panties away from
her loins, revealing to us the tiny dark triangle of
curls that guarded her virgin pussy.
He slid the panties slowly down her thighs, backing up
while he did, so that he could drag them down her legs
and pull them off. He held them up, looked at the
delicate lace, and then set them on the couch beside
him. Then he lowered himself to her center and took her
little clitoris in his lips.
"OHHHH!" she moaned, long and deep, at his sudden
attack. I gasped in sympathy, feeling my own pussy
flood. His tongue was flying fast over Alex's button,
sending shockwaves through her whole frame. She arched
her back hard, holding herself up by her head and her
elbows, as he delved into her center. In an instant,
her orgasm was upon her, and she groaned again, long
and slow. "Oooooohhhh, gaaaaawwwwd....!" Then one
enormous shiver rushed over her, and she collapsed
back, her hands twining themselves into Bobby's dark
hair, and mashing his face into her cunt. We could hear
the slurping sounds as his tongue sloshed back and
forth in her spasming pussy and her clear juices began
to flow out of her. They coated Bobby's cheeks and the
insides of her thighs. She was shaking and groaning now
repeatedly. "Ohhh.... ohhhh! OH!" Then another long
wave, and she fell quiet again. Bobby rose up on his
knees, and quickly pulled down his shorts. His long,
hard cock popped out, shining in the light, with a
little dollop of precum at the end.
He moved into position, but when the head touched her
lips, she reached out a hand to stop him. She looked
over at me. "Mommy," she said. I raced to her side, and
knelt down.
"Mommy," she said quietly. "Thank you for this."
"Are you ready, angel?" I asked.
"Yes, Mommy. I am."
Bobby and I shared a glance, and then he moved into
position once more. The tip of his head touched her
lips, then nestled between them. They coated him with a
little of her sweet wetness. Then he leaned over her,
and placed his hands on either side of her. She looked
up at him, and he began to push. His head slid easily
into her. She threw back her head instantly, and
groaned. "Ohhhhhhhh...." and then he was inside her all
the way, and my baby was a woman.
“Does it hurt, Alex?” I whispered.
“No, Mommy. Not at all.”
With a long, slow push, Bobby slid his inches into her
belly. It only took one push--she took it like a grown
woman. At the end, all seven inches of his manhood were
inside, all the way to the root. I knew his cock so
well, I could so easily imagine what she was feeling. I
looked up and down from his belly, snug against hers,
to her face, flush with passion, that little line
between her eyebrows, and her eyes clenched shut. Then
she opened them wide, staring around, and looked up
into my face, inches from hers. "Oh, Mommy," she said.
"Oh, it feels so different. So hot. So hot...."
"I know, baby girl," I said.
She looked up at Daddy behind me. "It's amazing,
Daddy," she said.
"Is it, sweetheart?" he asked, already knowing well
what Bobby felt like inside him.
"I love it," she whispered. And then Bobby slowly slid
himself out, holding himself back as much as he could.
She groaned again at the feeling, seeming to feel every
bump and vein on his shaft. When just the head was once
again snug between the glistening petals of her pussy,
he pushed it in again, long, slow, smooth.
"Yessssss!" she cried.
Bobby sped up the next withdrawal, pulling out and then
sliding it back inside. She opened her mouth wide, and
it gradually became a huge smile as he thrust into her
a third time, and a fourth, each time picking up
strength.
I felt something behind me. Daddy had grasped the
bottom of my sarong and was lifting it up to expose the
bikini I was still wearing. I said nothing. I simply
felt the heat of his hands on my hips as he gently
untied the bows that held it in place.
Bobby was sliding regularly in and out of Alex's box,
his balls swinging against her with every in-stroke. He
was sweating a little from the effort of holding
himself back. Her tight virgin pussy must have been
driving him to the edge, but my darling Bobby had
learned self control over the years. He just steadily
pumped my daughter's pussy with long, patient, loving
strokes, swiveling his hips a little each time, to
ensure he touched her most sensitive parts. Bobby
really knows how to make love to a woman.
Just then, I felt the soft tip of Daddy's hard cock
bounce against the curve of my ass, then my inner
thighs. Without a word, I opened my legs a little more
and accepted the nudge against my pussy. I was so wet
it took no effort at all for him to enter me, and with
a long sweep, Daddy's shaft was diving into my belly,
inch after inch. I closed my eyes at the intrusion.
God, it felt good, like my own first time, years ago. I
felt his hips lock up against mine and I knew he was
all the way in me, now. His fingers dug a little into
my hips and he began to fuck me, faster than Bobby was
fucking my darling Alex, knowing I could take more.
When I opened my eyes, I found Alex staring up at me
with wide eyes. Her head jounced a little with each of
Bobby's thrusts. My own swayed perpendicular to hers
with Daddy's vigorous humping. "He's fucking you," she
said. "Daddy's fucking you, isn't he?"
"Yes, baby," I said, as well as I could between my
gasps. She just stared up at us, as best she could with
the persistent bumps of her lover's motions.
"Oh my goddddd...." She groaned again as Bobby slammed
into her particularly hard. "OHHHH!" We lay side by
side, me on my hands and knees, her on her back,
absorbing the thrusts of our lover's cocks. Bobby was
gradually picking up speed. He was reading her
responses expertly. Occasionally he would lean down and
lick at her bouncing nipples, then nibble at the side
of her throat.
I felt Daddy accelerate, and his breathing catch.
Alex's eyes shot open at the sound, and she glanced
between his face and mine. "Is--is he going to come?"
she asked.
"Yes!" I cried, louder than I should have.
"Can I see?" she asked. "Please?"
Daddy didn't hesitate. He instantly withdrew from me,
and moved up between us. His long rod was shining,
coated with my slickness. He placed it between our
faces, as I looked down and she looked up. He pumped it
with his hand, once, twice, three times, and then he
let out a long groan. A long white streak of cum
blasted from his cock. Alex knew just what to do.
Together we opened our mouths, and she caught the first
string, on her tongue, and across her cheek.
Like baby birds we waited, open-mouthed, for the second
and third and fourth blasts of his cream. I caught one
in my mouth, then she did. I could see her throat
working as she swallowed down our Daddy's sperm--the
same sperm that had given us both life. Now it was
shooting across our hungry lips, coating our faces. I
lapped at him, sucked him in briefly, then let him go
in time for another spurt to pour into his
granddaughter's eager mouth.
She swallowed again, savoring the feeling of her first
mouthful. But I didn't swallow. I swirled Daddy's
juices around my tongue, feeling the heat and
thickness. Daddy's balls pumped again, and another
streak fired into Alex's mouth and across her chin. A
drop of semen was falling from her nose, and another
from her cheek, as Daddy's cum continued to pour.
Bobby's fucking was still lifting her in regular
bounces, but Daddy carefully lowered the head of his
cock into her mouth, and she lapped at his head,
getting the flow of sperm as it slowed. Then he
withdrew and fed it to me, and I sucked the last few
drops of his juice.
Finally, when he pulled away, a long clear string of
cum stretched between my lips and his cock head, and
finally snapped. Then, looking down into Alex's face as
she was rocked by Bobby's dick, I lowered myself and we
shared a long, deep kiss. I fed my Daddy's cum to my
half-sister. Feeling her tongue scraping at mine,
starved for the last few drops of his essence, was
almost enough to send me over. But when Daddy slid his
cock once more into my cunt, it set me off for good.
I threw my head back, and felt the last long rope of
his cum drip past my bottom lip and down my chin.
"AAAAAAHHHH!" I cried, as bursts of color flooded my
vision. I began to tremble, and my pussy went into
powerful spasms on his dick. I clamped down hard on him
as he pounded into me. Long waves of passion flooded my
muscles and I clawed at the ground, my head flying in
every direction, my body twisting and writhing.
"AAAAAH!" I cried again, heaving myself back against
his dick.
Just then I heard my baby's cry. "I'm gonna--! Oh! I'm!
I'm gonna cummm! AAAAAHHHHH!" she cried, and I forced
my dizzy eyes open to see her wrap her legs around her
uncle's ribs and pull him tightly into her as she began
thrusting herself up and down his shaft. Bobby's face
squeezed into a grimace, he gritted his teeth--and then
he roared out, and slammed hard and deep into my
daughter's belly. I could hardly keep my eyes open as
another shock of orgasm flooded my senses, tingling in
my fingers and toes, pulling my breath from my lungs. I
screamed as loudly as I could as another massive
explosion flooded from my pussy and enveloped my whole
body.
My cry matched Alex's. "OHHHHHH!" and her fingernails
dug into Bobby's back. His hips slapped up against her
in random jerks, as his balls burst and his cum flooded
into her. They held each other tight as a second,
third, and fourth burst filled her belly with his
sperm. His eyes had rolled back in his head. A tiny
string of drool fell from his mouth, and his balls
continued to twitch, squirting shot after shot of his
boiling semen into her womb.
Our cries seemed to rise. The straight walls and
corners of the room seemed to twist and warp. The earth
spun around us, as Bobby filled his little half-sister
with what seemed like a gallon of his cum. It was
running out of her with each of his irregular thrusts,
coating his balls, and dripping onto the cushions
beneath. Alex as holding him tight, her fingernails
leaving red streaks across his back, as she lifted and
dropped on his spike, crying out with pleasure. Her
body was thrashing, her hips flying up and down, her
face more beautiful and radiant than I had ever seen
it. Her first real orgasm was running through her
beautiful young body. And the last flickers of my own
were shooting through me like flames that flare up just
when you think the fire is gone.
At last our cries died out, and our motions slowed.
Daddy, spent, collapsed over my back, our sweaty skin
meeting. Bobby slowed gradually, like a runner at the
end of a marathon, thrusting gently his last few
motions. And my grown-up daughter, Alex, her hair a
wild mess, her face coated with her father's sperm, her
thighs soaked with her uncle's, let go of her lover,
and gently fell back against the cushion, sated. Her
chest raised and lowered under her perfect breasts as
her panting gradually slowed.
We said nothing for a long while, but just cuddled up
against each other. We would occasionally share a kiss-
-me and Alex, me and Daddy, Daddy and Alex--it didn't
really matter who. We were four links in a chain.
EPILOGUE
Alex's sixteenth birthday was three weeks ago. Since
then, she has seemed completely different. You really
can tell when a girl has become a woman.
This morning, though, came another surprise. As Bobby,
Daddy and I lay in our bed, enjoying the lazy first
rays of the sun, and putting off rising, we felt a
bounce as Alex hopped in between us.
"Good morning!" she chirped. Her eyes were shining; her
hair a mess, her little silk pajama shorts wrinkled.
"Hey," I mumbled.
She leaned over and put her lips to my ear. "Guess
what?" she breathed, almost silently.
"What?" I grunted, my eyes still closed.
"I'm late."
"Huh?"
"My period," she said. "I'm late."
I don't know what this will mean. Maybe it's nothing.
But maybe it's something. Maybe it's the beginning of a
wonderful new life for our family--our special family,
where we all love and where we all are loved.
The End
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Thank you to all the readers who wrote to say such nice
things about this story! If you have any comments or
questions or come-ons or stories of your own to share,
please write! Schariah1@gmail.com
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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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