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In the Heat of the Night
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

The thirty-fifth and final Harper recollection. 
Sometimes, with all the will in the world, one's 
actions are governed by circumstance rather than 
resolve. So it was on this occasion. (M+/fFf, ped, inc, 
mast)

***

Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night	

Understand from the outset, the specter of Harper 
Valley had been long banished from our lives. With the 
possible exception of that little glitch last year in 
LA (as outlined in "If the Shoe Fits") when we once 
again fell into questionably bad habits, we have led 
exemplary lives. Can't guarantee that none of us hasn't 
at some stage felt a twinge of nostalgia for the good 
old days however. Let's face it, seeing one's daughters 
relieved of both their modesty and virginity by a posse 
of oversexed near-neighbors does have its memorable 
aspects...especially with the compliant handing-across 
of their own daughters in fair exchange. 

Now, as has been well documented, following my marriage 
to Larissa, we moved as a family to the US last March. 
That is to say, Jenna and Kylie accompanied me 
Stateside. Chris remained, having his own life in 
Australia with his fiancιe while Natalie with a new 
apartment and making great strides as a young social 
worker these days, elected to stay in Sydney. 

Shortly before returning to Australia last month for 
scheduled business commitments however, we were guilty 
of one last indulgence. It wasn't planned as such, 
simply that circumstance begat opportunity. My kids 
were very naughty!

Bob as you may recall lives in Cali – San Jose to be 
accurate. Since our "return engagement" last Christmas, 
when he and his family visited our home in Sydney, 
bringing with them a whole new meaning to the term 
"festive good cheer," we have remained in close touch. 
I fully intended earlier, compiling some suitable text 
that might do justice to that particular interlude, but 
time and various commitments to our US transfer, 
conspired to rule out this eventuality. Had 
circumstance not seen to it that we should all, once 
again be gathered together in bonded bliss, then my 
friends, you would already have read your last Harper 
Valley recollection! 

Barely two weeks into May of this year and Jerry, most 
likely in a fit of depression at our absence, happened 
to mention the possibility that he and Michelle might 
'drop by' to see us early the following month. Citing 
his daughter as the prime motivational factor – her 
wanting to catch-up with her 'good-friend' and 
all...his words didn't fool me for a moment. Having 
most likely fantasized himself to sleep, imagining 
Kylie and Jenna walking naked over his bare chest in a 
covered wagon half-way along the Oregon Trail, he 
probably figured that "Mohammad coming to the mountain" 
was his next best option. 

I couldn't really blame him I guess, after all I have 
never really gotten over that very first Harper's 
gathering and soaping-up Warwick's then fifteen-year 
old daughter in the bath-tub in company with four other 
gentlemen, not to put too fine a point on the word. 

Not a week later, I received a further email from Jer 
asking "would it be alright if Connor accompanied the 
two of them, since Sandy was off in New Zealand for a 
fortnight?" My immediate thoughts of course were, 
"Jerry, Connor, Larissa, Kylie and Jenna all under the 
same roof? Surely a recipe for aggravated sexual 
disharmony, if ever I heard one? Of course I said 
"fine!" 

Flights were confirmed, we were to pick the unholy trio 
up at D.I.A. (Denver International Airport) late 
afternoon Friday June 8th. I'd be lying if I said my 
mind wasn't already working overtime. Michelle squeezed 
in snugly between Jer and Connor for a fourteen-hour 
flight, bearing in mind all were still active in the 
Harper juggernaut? I couldn't help but ponder the use 
to which those night-blankets were going to be put. I 
was almost jealous.

Let me state for the record that despite the above and 
all joking aside, I had no expectation or even interest 
in resurrecting old habits. As a family we were totally 
out of the loop, our lives back on-track and the 
impending visit no more than a "Friends" type re-union.

It was the week before Jer's arrival that things took a 
turn for the unexpected. 

Seated on our lounge watching "Little Miss 
Sunshine"...Jenna and Kylie were upstairs either doing 
college work or getting ready for bed, when my cell 
rang. It was Bob. The gist of the conversation was that 
they were driving to their in-laws in Wyoming the 
following weekend and that a stop-off in Nebraska would 
not be greatly out of their way. I said "sure thing" 
without even thinking. The euphoria with which Larissa, 
Kylie and Jenna received this news was almost worrying.

Okay, so for that Friday night I had just committed our 
quite small two-bedroom home to a sleepover for eleven 
people. Six adults and five teenagers one of which 
being a wife into the bargain. I ran the numbers 
quickly. Main bedroom – sleeps two. A huge day-and-
night that could easily handle three at a pinch. Then 
there are the two twin-beds upstairs, and another sofa 
that comes apart to form four individual beds which can 
be set up anywhere in the house. Easy peasy! Course, 
just the one bathroom with seven girls on call, might 
be seen as stretching resources.

It was bad enough the following Friday morning waiting 
for just Larissa, Kylie and Jenna to complete their 
rest-room ballet. I have to say it was worth it 
though...the car smelt great the whole way to DIA and 
we're talking a three and a half hour trek from 
Nebraska, though still quicker than picking them up in 
our own State – Omaha being at least five hours from 
us.

By the time Jer and the others had cleared customs we 
had completed three "hard" Sudoku puzzles and spent up 
big-time in just about every coffee house on the main 
Concourse. It was probably good to see Jer and 
Connor...I don't actually remember. What is seared on 
my retinas is the sight of beautiful Michelle as she 
rounded the corner having exited baggage control. How 
could a few months have made that much difference? 
Sure, her tight little skirt, swinging hips and 
designer sunshades perched fashionably atop her pretty 
blonde locks all combined to promote the image of a 
majorly hot and desirable teenager, but it was 
something in her expression that had changed... 
matured... emerged maybe? Reformed deviate that I 
thought I was, all I wanted to do right that second is 
to fuck her insensible on the baggage carousel. 
Something in that expression of hers knew it too! As I 
hugged her, every Harper moment we had ever shared 
together, played out as a cranial slide-show. 

"I've missed you so much," she whispered, clinging on 
to me there in the terminal. I could feel Larissa's 
eyes focusing their heat-ray on Michelle's back and 
thus figured it was maybe not the right moment to 
profess my own feelings on the subject.

"Well sweetheart," I replied, disentangling my arms 
from her waist, be assured I'm going to make the most 
of what time we have together this weekend. The smile 
she gave me just about dropped my anchor. Turning 
around I could hardly be surprised to see Jerry 
wrapping Jenna up in a bear-hug... I didn't have to 
wonder what he was thinking. Subtlety was never his 
strong point.

Connor, dressed in stylish slacks and a leather jacket 
as ever, cut a handsome figure of a man. Living up to 
the image too with one arm around Larissa and the other 
encircling Kylie's waist – his hand I noticed 
comfortably resident on her rear-end, not that she was 
objecting. After all he has seen (and touched) each and 
every curvaceous attraction that wondrously hot little 
body has to offer. Taking Michelle's hand I walked over 
to the other five.

"Guess we'd best be heading off folks," I muttered, "We 
got kinda a long drive ahead of us."

Exiting the E470 airport toll-way as we merged on to 
Interstate 76, Jerry, Kylie and Larissa were chatting 
themselves hoarse in the far rear of the Chrysler while 
Connor and Jenna were occupied with some in-depth 
conversation right behind us. Couldn't help but notice 
from my occasional glance in the rear-view mirror, both 
parties indulging in frequent hand-holding and other 
flirtatious demonstrations of affection. Hardly in any 
position to judge others anyway, having to plead 
equally guilty so far as hand-holding is 
concerned...and an automatic transmission really does 
come in useful in that regard. 

That short skirt of Michelle's I mentioned really was 
testing my powers of concentration. I'm quite sure the 
item's designer never took into consideration the 
driver's viewpoint when the girl actually sits down in 
it. 

With the temperature nudging eighty-eight and everyone 
feeling snack-ish, we figured we might stop off for 
lunch in Yuma, the old western township along Route 34. 
A less romantic setting you would be hard pressed to 
find, especially with the scent of local cattle-yards 
wafting across your plate but still, a diner is a diner 
when you really need one. 

Another couple of hours and with the Colorado State 
border well behind us now, we pulled into our rear 
driveway. 

Jer got out, stretched and looked around. "So yeah 
Noel, this is just about as far removed from Castle 
Hill (North-western suburb of Sydney) as you could 
realistically get." 

"I love it," Michelle piped up. "The air tastes so 
fresh."

"You might not see it that way when it hits freezing 
sweetie," I teased, "That's minus eighteen in Sydney 
you know?" She looked a tad concerned!

Once inside, the girls all disappeared upstairs, 
Larissa showing them their sleeping quarters and the 
inevitable girl-stuff - reporting on life in general. 
The three of us adjourned to the lounge-room where I 
plied Jerry and Connor with what turned out to be their 
very first Budweiser amazingly. I of course could not 
pass-up my trade-mark JD and ice.

There being still three hours or so before Bob and his 
family hit town, we indulged in some local sightseeing. 
With Kansas pretty damn close on the westside and the 
fast-growing City of Mc Cook to the East, it worked out 
well. 

No sooner had the girls started preparations for the 
evening repast than Bob's bronze Le Sabre pulled up 
outside the house. Exiting the car ahead of their 
parents, Tiffany and Angela high-tailed it up our front 
steps.

"Whoa, I see what you mean guys," muttered Connor, 
"They are real cuties." Not sure whether he meant their 
faces or the short skirts they were almost wearing.

Barely pausing to give me a hug and to acknowledge 
Jerry and Connor, although Angela did flash him a 
second glance, they were into the kitchen and mingling 
loudly with their female cohorts. Dinner would be at 
least forty minutes late I figured.

Dragging their stuff out of the car, Amy and Bob hauled 
themselves up the steps (which is why we park on the 
flat grassed driveway at the rear of the property)

Connor was swiftly introduced all round and I would be 
lying if I said Amy's eyes didn't register a certain 
interest when he took her hand.

Moments later Bob pulled me aside. "Does he um, know 
about our previous get-togethers?" 

I assured him he did, and in any event, being a Harper 
regular, the concept of inter-family 'affection' was 
hardly anything novel for him.

"No, I suppose not," Bob grinned, most likely imagining 
him tugging Angela and Tiffany's panties down right 
that second... a subject dear to his heart as we all 
know. 

"And besides," he continued, "Given what he has done to 
your three Noel – going by what I've read leastways – 
he's not what you might call inexperienced is he?" I 
could but acquiesce.

"Real shame your eldest daughter couldn't be here," Amy 
announced, joining us suddenly. "Such a lovely girl!"

By way of explanation, I should mention here that 
during their Christmas visit last year, Amy and Natalie 
participated in some frenetic sexual activity together 
that for a while was known only to Jenna, as she had 
walked-in on them in the spare room. Natalie had begged 
her to tell no-one but the plan became unstuck big-
time, when Tiffany also caught them making-out one 
morning in the bathroom. Given what the rest of us had 
been sharing in one another's rooms and with one 
another's daughters, it was hardly front-page stuff, 
but there again Natalie does like to keep her life 
private!

Dinner comprised mainly cold-cuts, micro-waved tasties, 
salad items and lots of serve-yourself side dishes. 
Having had the foresight to stock-up also on beer, 
spirits and champagne for the girls... there weren't 
too many empty glasses for long. Curious thing, but in 
Nebraska like many US States, alcohol is prohibited 
under the age of twenty-one so technically we had 
ourselves six under-age drinkers, including my wife 
that evening.

Now given that this was first and foremost a social 
evening, no-one (except probably Bob and Jerry) was 
"assuming" anything. Several times I saw Kylie, 
Michelle, Connor...even Angela, glance my way as if to 
say "Are we going to be naughty later??" I cannot sit 
here and tell you such had not occurred to me but I 
didn't want to be the one responsible for dismantling 
our good intentions – sexually speaking!

Of course, I didn't have to – the alcohol saw to that 
just fine.

Having eaten our fill and cleared away, someone 
suggested a movie. That initially was no problem, we 
have nigh on a thousand dvds lying around the house, 
not to mention a truck load of videos. No, the downside 
was having only seating for six people in the smallish 
lounge. That meant the younger girls sitting on the 
floor – in groping range of established child molesters 
such as Bob, Connor and Jer. I prefer to think of 
myself as a behavioral-therapist. 

Interesting also just how the 'partnering' evolved. 
Imagine if you would, an arc of seating around the TV. 
One easy chair, two recliners and a sofa – in that 
order and containing from a rearward aspect, left to 
right: Jerry, Bob, Connor, Amy, me and Tiffany. Angela 
then sat herself down in front of Jer, Jenna sprawled 
on her tummy in front of Bob (ever the tease!) Larissa 
curled up between Connor's legs, while Michelle 
nestled-in between Amy's feet and mine, leaving Kylie 
with her back up against Tiffany.

Electing to watch an action movie, we chose an oldie – 
Travolta's Broken Arrow. Most had seen it before. 
Refilling everyone's glass up front of the opening 
credits, you might best describe the collective mood as 
'comfortably primed.' 

In hindsight I would have to say that as a group, 
everyone was well behaved for almost two-thirds of the 
movie. Sure, Jer's propensity to nuzzle Angela's neck 
now and again was matched by Bob's hand bequeathing 
Jenna the occasional rear-end contact, but what can you 
expect when a girl poses on the floor like that, her 
barely-covered bottom angled upwards for effect? She 
even turned around and giggled a couple of times which 
could only be translated as "more please!' Larissa was 
getting cosier by the moment and even Tiffany had her 
hands resting on Kylie's shoulders, which given their 
bedroom antics last Christmas, suggested they may yet 
have some unfinished business.

Even I was finding it hard not to peer too obviously 
down Michelle's top, given that seated as she was up 
against the lounge, her cleavage was such that the 
least movement on her part induced a quivering in those 
sexy breasts of hers that no self-respecting voyeur 
could overlook. Amy I noticed had twice allowed her 
hands to stray to the girl's shoulders and closer even 
than I, she must have been able to catch sight of her 
nipples once or twice. She should be so lucky!

Barely had Travolta's Hummer ridden out the worst of 
the sub-terrestrial nuke, than a girlish squeal of 
"Noo" on the left-hand side of the room, secured 
everyone's attention. Something about watching Angela 
attempting to maneuver Jerry's right hand from inside 
her bra, had a profound effect on the collective mood. 
Larissa to my surprise, turned her head upwards and 
fully ignoring my close proximity, allowed Connor to 
begin kissing her. Exactly where his hands were headed 
at that stage I couldn't say. Certainly, nowhere they 
hadn't been before!

This was the cue for Bob to lean forward, put his arms 
around Jenna's waist and pull her up to a sitting 
position on his lap. Her skirt rumpled sufficiently 
that anyone who cared to look, could see a substantial 
wedge of her hot pink panties, well up to the point at 
least that Bob's hand slipped in-between her legs and 
began probing the general area, thus obscuring the 
otherwise pleasurable view. His lips locked on to those 
of my daughter, they were going to be busy a while.

Turning my attention to Amy, I can't say I was 
surprised to see her cupping Michelle's breasts, both 
hands deep inside either bra-cup, while the teenager 
looked up at her with an expression of submissive 
tease. It was enough to flip my switch and leaning 
down, I kissed those soft and lightly glossed lips. She 
put an arm around my neck and held me to her. It was 
only when I broke off for air that I noticed what was 
happening alongside us. Tiffany had gotten off the 
lounge and was kneeling on the floor facing Kylie. Both 
girls were kissing tenderly and even as I watched, 
their hands dropped to one another's breasts which they 
then commenced caressing in earnest. No-one could watch 
such activity, involving one's own daughter especially, 
without being highly aroused. I was no exception.

Jerry and Angela, partnered by Bob and Jenna were now 
making their way up the staircase to the girls' 
bedroom. I made a mental note to check the 'lie of the 
land' as it were, a little later in the evening.

Finally managing to gain the attention of the four 
girls, I indicated the main bedroom at the rear of the 
house as being a somewhat more accommodating locale. As 
they thus headed off, holding their respective 
partner's hands, I switched off the television and 
pulled out the day and night. 

Securing Larissa's attention was less easy. Completely 
taken up emotionally with Connor's lips and hands... 
she barely registered awareness of the evolving 
sleeping arrangements. Connor however caught my drift 
and nodded his understanding as I left the room. The 
last impression I had, was of Larissa being eased 
gently on to the (very comfortable) mattress. I turned 
off the main light. 'Strange' I thought to myself. A 
man about to fuck my wife silly and it all seems so 
normal!

A queen-size bed under normal circumstances might be 
termed 'big enough' but for a middle-aged man and four 
women, even with three being slim teenagers – it's a 
challenge. Still, no-one was that interested in 
sleeping right that moment and anyway, we were all on 
top of the bedclothes. Locating myself mid coverlet, 
Amy eased Michelle on to her back between us, while she 
lay the far side on the edge of the bed. Tiffany and 
Kylie negotiated the remaining bed-width, although 
lying full length as they were, facing each other 
kissing and whatever else, available space really 
wasn't an issue.

Amy's liking for young girls was made very evident as 
she not only began kissing Michelle with what I would 
describe as passionate devotion but at the same time, 
commenced undoing the girl's blouse buttons with a view 
quite obviously of freeing-up her breasts. Not wanting 
to be left out of the action entirely, I tugged the hem 
of Michelle's skirt up and proceeded to rub her panties 
right where I figured it might have the greatest 
effect. Judging by her hip movements, I wasn't far off 
the mark. 

"Can we strip her?" Amy muttered. Hell, I already had 
those panties past her knees. I was way ahead of her. 

"Someone's hot little bottom was pressing up against my 
lower back. Turning around, I saw that it belonged to 
Tiffany, so just to keep things ticking along, I 
swatted both cheeks which brought a slight gasp from 
their owner but no recriminations. 

"Pull her panties down dad," Kylie giggled. A girl 
after my own heart! The operation took but thirty 
seconds – including Tiffany's vocalized objections. 

"Might I avail my daughter of the same service?" I 
enquired. "Later dad," Kylie laughed.

Back port-side, Michelle was lying there clad only in 
that brief skirt now and with Amy's hands roaming her 
sexy little body at will. I was quite jealous. 

"Are you going to fuck her?" Amy whispered, between 
kissing the girl's breasts on either side. "I'd really 
like to see that again." Her reference of course being 
to the previous year's dalliance in LA which was 
covered in some depth by "If the Shoe Fits?" 

Well far be it from me to disappoint another female. 
Unzipping my pants, I tugged Michelle across the bed a 
fraction and spread her legs. Amy to her credit, 
figured to up the ante further and pulled Michelle's 
right leg wider still – right across her own in fact. 
Given the visuals and the fact my erection was pleading 
for release, Michelle's now fully exposed pussy, was 
definitely the right port in any storm.

Needing to assume kissing duties, all it took was for 
Michelle to place her arms around my neck and I was 
upgraded to animalistic overdrive. I was aware of Amy 
frigging herself to Nirvana, even as her spare hand 
continued fondling Michelle's breasts and nipples. I 
heard Tiffany's shocked, "Ohh, your dad's fucking her 
Kylie," but all I really cared about was what I was 
doing to Michelle. 

As I have commented before in various Harper stories, 
Michelle develops a uniquely "fazed" look when she is 
about to cum or have someone cum in her. It's a look 
which is very conducive to reaching one's own orgasm. 
This night was no different and her expression as I 
reached the end of the highway just made it all worth-
while. No sooner had Michelle's vaginal muscles 
released their grip, when Amy's body across the way, 
shuddered from the effects of her own radiating 
pleasures. Her eyes closed, she lay there a spent 
force.

Behind me, Tiffany was doing things to Kylie she should 
be ashamed of. Kneeling at waist-level, her face 
inclined towards my daughter's lips (which in itself 
presented me with an enviable view) her right hand was 
now beneath Kylie's sexy little briefs, two fingers 
quite obviously inside her pussy, stroking her for dear 
life. It was only when Tiffany began to moan softly 
herself between kisses and to wriggle her hips 
noticeably, that it became apparent Kylie was returning 
the favor. I decided to leave them to it.

En route to the girls' attic, I had of course to pass 
by the deployed day and night in the lounge-room and 
bear witness to the activities there-on. They were 
considerable. Connor had pulled Larissa topside where 
she lay sprawled face-down across him. Hard to say who 
exactly was the aggressor, so far as kissing was 
concerned, both were making a meal of it. Her dress 
gathered now at the waist, revealed Connor's right hand 
to have slipped beneath the waistband of her panties 
and currently smoothing its way across those delightful 
rear cheeks of hers. 

Not sure where it was headed, but the fact that Larissa 
had spread her legs so that both were draped either 
side of Connor's thighs, suggested a comprehensive menu 
on offer. I could not fail to notice either, his left 
hand encircling Larissa's half-exposed right breast 
which he was squeezing and fondling much to their joint 
pleasure it would seem. T'was just a matter of time 
before things turned ultimately serious I figured! I 
might have stopped to watch but for some girlish cries 
upstairs.

They weren't cries of pain let's say! 

Ascending the staircase with its two ninety-degree left 
hand turns, my eyes had first to adjust to the light, 
or to be more accurate, lack of light. Just a small 
bedside lamp cast its limited-strength rays on the left 
hand twin. They did the job well enough though that I 
could see sufficient - to bring on early cardiac 
arrest.

They had the girls side by side in a state of almost 
total undress. Angela, still in her bra surprisingly 
but who looked to be barely conscious, was lying there, 
her legs as far apart as nature would permit, while 
Jerry was serving it up to her as one might a ten 
dollar hooker. So hard was he thrusting in, that her 
small body was retreating further and further from the 
edge of the bed, necessitating his pulling her forwards 
every now and again. From her mouth was issuing 
something akin to "Uhh," "Uhh," and only from the faint 
smile on her face, might one deduce that she was 
actually enjoying the treatment. 

Bob had Jenna on her hands and knees right alongside 
her sister-in-defilement. I couldn't see her face right 
that second but given what else was visible it was 
hardly relevant. Clad in just her panties, her naked 
breasts could be seen to quiver in time to Bob's penile 
inroads as, holding the quite obviously damp and sticky 
material to one side at that strategic point between 
her legs, he continued fucking her with a rare 
consistency.

Looking around and with her legs almost buckling under 
the rearward assault, Jenna saw me standing there, but 
was way too far gone to make comment. Her expression 
was one of resigned acceptance. It was almost as if she 
was saying "You brought us to this point dad, I'm just 
enjoying being a young girl!" 

Bob was certainly taking his own pleasures seriously. 
Penetrating her to the max now, he had a hold of 
Jenna's hips with his spare hand and literally blew his 
chips while I watched. Somewhat down-market 
phraseography I realize, but it aptly describes 
proceedings. Jerry had already reached his destination 
and Angela was now laying there, eyes closed, gently 
cupping her pussy and trying to stabilize her 
breathing.

Jenna was not moving either...simply kneeling there. 
Something about her vulnerable aspect, maybe because I 
had just watched her get fucked into submission, I 
don't really know what it was, I just knew I wanted her 
one more time - more than ever I had. Giving her no 
opportunity to object, even if that was a realistic 
likelihood, I moved in behind her, my arms tugging her 
to the very edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down, 
needing to have her totally naked and freeing up my 
tortured erection, slipped it straight up into her. So 
lubricated with God knows how much semen already, there 
wasn't the slightest resistance. I felt her angle her 
bottom backwards wanting me in her as deep as was 
possible.

Turning her head towards me, she whispered, "I've 
wanted you to do this to me ever since we stopped going 
to the parties dad." Her words were the aphrodisiac I 
didn't even need.

Guilty of pleasured grunts myself, the fact I was 
without firepower as such, mattered little. Stroking 
those sexy curves, kissing her back and reaching around 
to fondle those sweet breasts of hers, all combined to 
bring me...bring us, to where we wanted to be that 
night.

The visuals must have inspired Bob also, on account of 
the fact I was suddenly aware of rabid activity just to 
my left. One glance was enough.

Having obviously coerced Angela to follow her friend's 
lead, she now knelt there submissively, allowing her 
father to infiltrate her vaginal cavity with an 
impressive work ethic. It also answered the question of 
whether or not Bob had ever actually "done it" with his 
daughters. 

Seeing two teenage girls on their knees right alongside 
each other, being fucked simultaneously, let alone by 
their own fathers, might be seen as erotica unhinged. 
Whatever, it brought me to red line status in record 
time, especially at the point the girls linked hands, 
in a clear symbol of female unity. Jenna sensed this 
and even as her own vaginal muscles clamped down, I was 
grasping her narrow waist as my illicit orgasm ran its 
(brief) course. Kissing her and telling her how much I 
loved her, was what was needed right that second.

What Bob handed Angela moments later, I will leave for 
him to write about one day! 

Last thing I saw was Jenna slipping under the covers 
still naked, as Bob crawled in with her and Angela 
tugging her panties back up, probably for Jerry to pull 
back down at some stage during the night. Neither man 
could have impregnated a flea given the evening's 
excesses. Re-zipping myself, I headed back down the 
staircase.

"How much could realistically happen in the half hour 
or so I'd been upstairs?" is the question I was asking 
as, strolling past the day and night, I noticed Larissa 
sound asleep on one side – and a majorly empty space 
where Connor should have been lying. I quickened my 
pace towards the main bedroom.

"Ok, right, well that's different," I told myself, 
taking in the mind-altering panorama.

No denying Amy has a thing for not only young girls, 
but my daughters especially. Natalie might have been 
the flavor of the month last Christmas, but from what I 
could see, Kylie was filling-in admirably. The term 
'filling-in,' is not without relevance here. There she 
was, as naked as God ever managed, on her back on the 
left hand side of the bed, knees well spread, with a 
majorly dressed-down Amy, licking her hot little slit 
to kingdom come. Doing a fine job too it would seem, as 
Kylie was clutching the coverlet either side of her 
hips, her pretty mouth open in silent tribute to the 
pleasures her body was experiencing.

Wasn't exactly a librarians' convention the other side 
of the bed either. Connor had Tiffany face down on the 
coverlet equally denuded, her bottom provocatively 
angled on the very edge of the Queen, her legs trailing 
off it and kept well apart by virtue of the fact he was 
standing between them. With his seven to eight inches 
of extended male tissue pumping to its own tune, she 
was a happy girl, each successive penetration bringing 
either a wriggle of encouragement or a self-satisfied 
yelp of pleasured indulgence. Any way you cut it, 
watching an under-age girl being taken down the 
Hallelujah trail in such fashion, is to die for! 

And still there was Michelle.

Whatever art-director set-up this voyeuristic 
spectacular really knew his or her profession. There 
was sexy little Michelle, clad in just her panties now, 
lying on her side between the two girls. She was facing 
Kylie with her rear-end no more than a foot from 
Tiffany's flounced hair. Not content to simply add 
decorative value to the tableau, she was very much an 
active contributor – rubbing Kylie's breasts, and 
manipulating her nipples, which might further account 
for the erect state they appeared to be in. Her own 
breasts, totally exposed and of singularly arousing 
appeal, were the recipients of the occasional grope by 
both Connor and Amy. Once in a while Kylie herself, 
would appear to be caressing the front of Michelle's 
panties while Tiffany obviously saw no reason why she 
should not take the occasional liberty feeling her up 
the reverse side.

Quite simply, my retinas have never witnessed a more 
outrageously sexual performance. 

Amy looked up as soon as she was aware of my presence. 
"Are you going to fuck your daughter now?" she asked, 
somewhat hopefully it sounded. Her words did little to 
distract Connor from his objective as he continued 
penetrating Bob's eldest daughter to her theoretical 
limits.

In all honesty, I hadn't planned on it, especially 
given the depleted state of my equipment.

Then, the worst thing that could have happened did 
happen. With the cessation suddenly of her tongued 
ecstasy, Kylie opened her eyes and saw me standing 
there. I found myself staring into those deep blue 
orbs, not to mention that lightly furred crevasse 
between her legs which I had not made any move to usurp 
since we declared all incest a no-go zone the previous 
year. She raised her arms to me then, melting my 
resolve, highlighting my guilt with Jenna upstairs, 
while at the same time making me so damn desirous of 
that long deferred re-match, I was lost for all money.

Her smile forever had devastated me, rendering my 
thought processes to mulch. So it was again. I don't 
even recall shucking off my pants as that needful 
expression of hers shut-down my reason, her arms 
locking me into a safe-house I foolishly thought I 
could do without.

It was always Kylie and as I kissed her, I felt rather 
than heard her whimper. I wasn't even aware I had 
entered her that moment but as she drew her legs up and 
held me even tighter, I wanted nothing more than to 
penetrate her till the end of time. If there is a level 
of intimacy that transcends sexual fulfillment, then 
Kylie introduced me to it that night.

Aware later that Connor and Amy had withdrawn from 
center court, I allowed myself a smile. Not only would 
they doubtless be running the gamut of sexual 
experimentation together, but I could see Larissa being 
drawn into an orgiastic orientation course, quite 
outside her existing experience. Waking up to find 
Connor on one side, Amy the other, both with their 
hands either in her panties fingering her or on her 
breasts fondling her, might be the precursor to an 
evening of seriously decadent involvement.

Maneuvering Kylie under the covers, Michelle and 
Tiffany crawled in beside me. Kissing them both good-
night, I turned to Kylie and cradled her in my arms. 
Sleep overcame the four of us I suspect, long before 
midnight. 

Waking sporadically during the night, I retain hazy 
images of questionably inappropriate activity. At one 
stage I was awoken by soft giggles behind me, 
accompanying what appeared to be consensual fumblings 
between the two girls. Feeling behind me, I located 
someone's hot little bottom, but spanking it gently 
only seemed to increase the giggle factor. Reaching 
around further I discovered a flat little tummy that 
invited further exploration, especially south of the 
border. A soft hand grasped mine and moved it between 
the owner's legs where my fingers assumed control of 
the situation. I had the impression other areas of her 
body were being serviced concurrently. 

Sometime later I figured the girls had changed place 
again as I was awoken by a soft kiss on the shoulders. 
Turning round, I knew it was Michelle lying there. 
"She's asleep now," was all she said, but I knew what 
she meant. Lowering my hand I located her pussy. I felt 
her legs part as I pushed inside her with my fingers, 
whilst at the same time she arched her back, thrusting 
out her breasts for me to gently suckle. Equally 
arousing an activity as full-on intercourse, I was 
unable to prevent my desire from getting the better of 
me. Replacing my fingers with something considerably 
more substantial, I hoisted her slim form atop me.

Draping her legs either side of my body, her breasts 
pressed up against my chest. Splayed like that, 
presented the option of penetrating her to the maximum 
depth. Even as I undertook the challenge, I became 
aware of a girlish hand laying itself casually across 
Michelle's bottom. 

"Fuck her gently dad," Kylie whispered, still half 
asleep.

Content, but not overly rested, we all woke up quite 
early. Given the very limited bathroom arrangements as 
mentioned, I suggested the three of them avail 
themselves of the opportunity, needing to spend no more 
than three or minutes in the shower each, to conserve 
the hot water. Simply watching those three naked young 
figures making their way to the bathroom, was sheer 
voyeuristic indulgence.

Slipping on my own bathrobe, I passed by the day and 
night on the way to the attic. Sure enough Larissa was 
in the middle with, from what I could determine beneath 
the covers, Amy's arm across her waist. Maybe in due 
course I would discover the extent of what had actually 
transpired. The mere fact that all three were still 
sound asleep suggested it had been exhausting at the 
very least.

Upstairs, at first glance it appeared as if no-one had 
moved all night. A closer inspection revealed this to 
be an incorrect assumption. The girl lying full length 
on top of Bob and moaning softly in response to what 
was being done to her, was in fact his daughter Angela. 
This really had been a night of progress for those two. 
From what I could make out, he was decisively fucking 
her to the edge of sanity and back.

Jer and Jenna were still asleep. Spooned-up together, 
the covers were low enough to reveal his right arm up 
around her waist, his hand fully enclosing her right 
breast still. I could even see her nipples prominently 
displayed. Whether she still had panties on or not, I 
had no way of knowing. I could only guess how many 
times he had taken her during the night, most likely 
when she was asleep too. Just for a few moments I stood 
there looking down at them and wishing that it might 
have been George instead.

More than two hours had elapsed by the time everyone 
had showered and gotten themselves decent. Jer and I 
were the last in, and we both had to manage with barely 
lukewarm water. Breakfast for the most part was a 
rather quiet affair and we farewelled Bob and his 
family around 11 p.m. Before they left, a promise was 
extracted that we would visit them when we returned 
home from Australia – whenever that might be.

Jerry, Michelle and Connor stayed for three more days 
and if you're wondering whether or not that ushered-in 
an era of restraint and/or enforced abstinence – you 
have to be kidding yourselves!

END

© Peter_Pan Oct 2007

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For readers unfamiliar with the history of Harper 
Valley, the following represents the entire 
chronological output.
 
Forget Harper Valley PTA
Return to Harper Valley
Hello Harper Valley: Goodbye Innocence
Harper Valley: Endgame
Harper Valley: The Way Forward
If You're Going to Harper Valley be Sure to wear Some 
Flowers In Your Hair
Harper Valley Pleasure Dome
HV Eight We Always Lay 'Em Straight
You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley
Up Close & Personal
The Downsizing of Harper Valley
HV: New Blood
Harper Valley 13: You Call that Unlucky?
Harpers Bizarre
Harper Valley Angels
They Shoot Hussies Don't They?
Halfway To Heaven: Harper Delivers
Harper Valley: Distant Princess
Harpers Afloat
HV Family Crisis
Farewell to Zion
All the above can be found in the volume "The Complete 
Harper Valley." Not all of them were ever published 
individually.
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Larissa
Harper Valley: Last Rites
Ghosts of Harper
Harper Valley Fallout
Homecoming
Echoes of Watergate
Harper Valley: Outpatient Enquiries
Valley Girl: Return of the Prodigal
If the Shoe Fits (10,000+ word recollection)
Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five
When the Sun Goes Down at Harper Valley
All these were published as "Harper Valley: A 
Postscript"
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Sisterly Affection
Harpers: Moment of Shame
Harper Valley: In the Heat of the Night

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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