Joe Bushmiller blinked his eyes three times as the bright light invaded the orbs. It took him a second to realize he was not alone.
He had gone to bed early, owing to the five o'clock shift at the office. A three hour teleconference with the corporate bigwigs from the East Coast. They started the day with the meeting so why shouldn't the satellite branches? Three hour differences didn't mean much in the world of high finance. Not if they could get the jump on the competition.
This had been going on every Thursday for the past six months. Now it had expanded to Fridays also.
He had gone to bed alone, pulling on some ragged boxers. From the condition, he should have just been naked. The choice of sleepwear didn't phase his wife; Melody was used to it. Fourteen years since the altar does that to couples. That many years does a lot of things.
Having Melody in bed was a given. Having her watching some late night movie was equally expected. And having his wife nursing little Gwen had been a constant occurrence for the last four months, ever since the baby's unexpected, unplanned arrival.
However, waking up to see Joey, their eldest and his namesake, sitting on the foot of the bed was a total shock. "Hey, Dad," she said. "Having one of those sexy dreams again, I see."
Joe reached down to find his erection sticking up through the fly. Or perhaps some other hole.
"Don't cover it up on my account," said Joey.
Growling, Joe rolled out and headed for the bathroom. His insightful daughter had pegged the dream correctly. Somehow that new intern at work, Ginger, the one who wore the leather miniskirt, had crept into his subconscious.
He stroked his erection a few times as he entered the bathroom, thinking his observers occupied in the bedroom. Instead, he found his middle daughter, Olivia, standing at the sink, toothbrush in mouth and hand in her panties.
"Why aren't you in bed young lady?" he said, forgetting where his hand was and what it was doing.
"I…I forgot to do my teeth," she said, her eyes not looking into his, but at the activity below.
"Ten-year-old girls need their sleep. So be quick about it."
Olivia turned back to the sink and proceeded to brush every tooth 32 times. Slowly. She kept her vigilance on her father through the mirror.
Joe stayed, mesmerized by the blossoming body on the girl. He didn't get an opportunity to see her scantily clad like this often. Too busy in his office at night.
Still half-asleep, his hand continued until…
"Oh gawd."
"What did you do, Daddy?"
He hadn't realized he could still shoot that far. But the stream had landed on Olivia's back. "I'm so sorry, Livvy."
The preteen giggled. "That's all right, Daddy. But I guess I need to change now." She pulled the old white tee shirt over her head and dropped it in the laundry hamper. "Good night, Daddy."
Joe watched his bare-chested, still undeveloped girl walk over to him and kiss his now deflating member. Frozen, he did nothing to stop it.
Two minutes later, he returned to the bedroom. Joey was carrying the sleeping little Gwen to the nursery. "Good night, Dad," the girl whispered.
He crawled into bed next to his wife; she just buttoning her nightshirt over her massive boobs. Gwen had been kind to Melody. "What's wrong, dear?" she asked.
"You'll never guess what just happened. It's so awful I can't tell you."
"Don't worry. Just go to sleep. I'm going to watch the rest of the movie. You know how I love a good sci-fi flick."
Joe closed his eyes, but they popped right open again. He covered his head with the pillow, but couldn't breathe. "This isn't working."
"Try one of those pills the doctor gave you for after Gwen arrived. They're in the blue bottle in the bathroom cabinet. "
"All right." He again went down the hall, this time without an erection. But once again the room was occupied by a daughter.
"Hi, Dad," said Joey, standing there without a stitch of clothes on. "I was just going to hop in the shower. What do you need?"
"Sleeping pills," he muttered. He noticed his erection chose that moment to return. "It's in a blue bottle."
Joey reached to the top shelf of the cabinet, exposing her perfect butt to him. "How many do you need?"
"One. No, make it two. Maybe it will work faster."
Joey stepped over and handed him the pills. "You know you should do something about that." She gave his cock a playful jerk.
He downed the pills without water and without looking at them. "Good night," he said.
He was halfway down the hall when he could feel the pills kick in. Barely making it to the bed, he entered dreamland, searching for that luscious intern. "Oh, Ginger," he muttered
A series of high pitched cries came over the baby monitor. Joe tried to ignore it, but they grew in volume. "Honey, is it the midnight feeding?" he asked.
"No," Melody said groggily. "Probably a diaper. Can you get her?"
"Sure." Always a dutiful husband, he had done this with Joey and Olivia years before. He could diaper a baby in his sleep.
His wife's diagnosis proved prophetic. Once the offending article was replaced, Gwen headed right back to sleep. As he turned to leave, he heard crackling on the monitor. "Come to bed. I need you."
Since the baby, Melody had avoided any contact. It would take her body time to recover. He knew that. But he was growing increasingly hornier by the day.
Blindly, he stumbled back toward the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. At once, wet lips touched his glans and began licking. "Oh dear, you are as horny as me tonight."
Even with his brain in a fog, he knew what to do. He rotated, putting his tongue on overdrive and caressing the slit. That brought her clit out of hiding, begging for attention. A slave to her sex, he kissed and licked, and sucked the nib. He felt her clench and have a wild climax, her smell so intoxicating. As it subsided, he shuffled around, searching for her mouth.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me hard."
"I thought you'd never ask." He lined up and began to part the nether lips. "Not having sex since Gwen has made you tighter."
"Don't think. Just fuck me."
Doing as he was told, he pushed harder, making slow but pleasurable progress. When he bottomed out, legs wrapped around him and held him tight. "Cum in me. Make another baby."
Not needing two commands, he started fucking her for all he was worth. All those months of frustration and abstinence cured with this one action. All the fluids stored up flooded the womb, hopefully catching the egg.
Joe collapsed, his body spent from the activity. His eyes closed and his brain shut down. All he could feel was the best fuck of his life.
He heard the crying again. Like a bad dream. "I thought you were going to take care of Gwen."
"Yes, dear," he said rolling out of bed. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the feeling of déjà vu. In the nursery, the little girl was a bit fussy, but not wet. "Just want a little holding, do you?" he said.
A few minutes in the rocker quieted the baby down enough for her to return to the crib.
As he exited the room the monitor crackled. "Honey, I need you," it said. He stumbled toward the bedroom and onto the bed. There he was met with a kiss.
"Don't go to sleep yet. You have to fuck me."
"Didn't I do that already?"
"Not with me."
With his eyes completely closed, he found the pussy by smell, the sweet smell of a girl. He licked the lips and engaged the clit. He used his finger and found the channel even narrower than before. "This isn't right," he said.
"Don't think, just fuck me."
"All right." He began to enter the tightest pussy he could remember. It was even tighter than when he deflowered Melody when they were twelve. Still the voice commanded and he obeyed.
As the tight space loosened, he became bolder. "I have to get some sleep tonight."
"Keep fucking me."
And so he did. As hard as he could. And they came together, hers with legs holding him in, his splashing her belly with baby making juice. At this rate Gwen would have a sibling before the year was out.
Joe collapsed, the exhaustion taking its toll. He slept with a smile on his face.
The alarm clock rang and Joe tumbled out of bed. Slipping into his clothes, he headed for the office. Barely awake, he thought about the vivid dreams. That's what they had to be. They couldn’t have been real, could they?
Melody fixed breakfast for the girls while they waited for the school bus. Joey carried Gwen while Olivia walked gingerly across the room.
"How are you feeling?" asked their mother.
"Like a car drove through me," said the oldest sister.
"Like a train used me as a tunnel," said the middle girl.
"Coo, coo," said the youngest.
"Could you write us notes?" asked Olivia.
"No problem," said her mother. "I remember the first time he fucked me too. But you two wanted to have your own babies. That's why we got that doctor to get the happy pills. Now we can control your father's mind anytime we want."
The older girls looked at each other with wild grins. "And Daddy will sleep in our beds and fuck us anytime we want?"
Melody nodded. "Once we get him trained and reveal he has fathered more babies, he'll want your pussies every night. I've had enough of him inside of me. You can share him, at least until Gwen gets to be old enough."
"And what are you going to do, Mom?" asked Joey.
"If I know your father, he's sharing his morning coffee cake with Ginger right about now. I crushed several pills up when I baked it. I think she'll be a good addition to the family, especially in my bed. We might even let her carry a baby in a year or two."
The three looked at the cooing baby. A year ago, the family was heading for a breakup. Gwen arriving had allowed them all to get what they wanted. She had changed everything…for the best.