Project Phoenix ©

Experiment Log #207

By Fiction Writer #13

Edited By Tajod

(M/F, f/f, F/g, F/f, f/g, M/g, M/f, incest, father, grandfather, daughter, granddaughter, aunt, niece, sister, solo, group, mast, oral, voyeur, bond, noncon, reluct, con, ped, preteen, bi, lez, drug, preg)

"Hello?  Can anybody hear me?" fifty-five year old Mark James called out to the empty room for the tenth time, and still got no answer.

"Please, just... just tell me what the hell is going on!"

His voice was growing hoarse from shouting, but waking up tied down to a padded floor in an empty white room superseded any vocal discomfort.  He needed answers.

"Hello?  Anyone there?  Can anyone help me?"

One moment he had been asleep in his bed, comfortably spooning with Jane, his wife of thirty years, the next he woke up here, alone.

'God, I hope she's okay.'

He didn't worry about the kids.  They had all grown up and moved out long ago.  Their youngest, Jenny, had graduated from college two years earlier, and was in the midst of starting a family of her own.  She and her hubby were working on a second child, hoping for a boy this time, a little brother for her five year old daughter Samantha to play with.  Shannon, his eldest daughter, had two kids already, Brandy and Elizabeth (Lizzy for short).  All told Mark was a proud grandparent of three beautiful little girls aged five, eight and eleven.

"Come on!  What the fuck is going on here?"

As each minute slid past he became more aware of his situation, the drugs used to quietly bring him here slowly burning out of his system.  He lay flat on his back, his legs spread and tied down at the ankles, his arms stretched above his head and bound to the floor by his wrists.  The simple fact of his being nude barely crossed his mind.

"I don't know who you are or what you want, but I've had enough of this!  Let me out!"

Shhhhkt ...

The odd sound caught his attention and he immediately lifted his head as far as he could to peer down his nude body, over the rise of his rounded belly towards an open doorway.  The lighting in that room was harsher than what he was being subjected to, its blinding brilliance preventing him from seeing any further than the dark silhouette of a person standing within its frame.

"Finally!" he growled. "You mind telling me what the fuck is going on?  Where's my wife?  If you've touched one hair on her head, so help me God..."

"Daddy?"

The quavering but familiar voice cut his ultimatum short.

Mark's heart nearly stopped beating. "Jenny?  Jenny, is that you?"

"Yeah, Daddy," Jenny moved shakily out of the doorway, allowing Mark's eyes to see his youngest daughter and the fact that she too was nude. "It's... it's me."

He hadn't seen her in the buff since she was nine, and those intervening seventeen years had clearly made some interesting changes to her.  She was always an athletic girl, having run cross-country both in high school and later through college, so it came as no surprise that she showed no signs of ever carrying a child to term.  Her muscles were still tight and toned, her skin still bronzed by the sun, and her abs as well defined as they had been back in her teen years when all she wore were belly shirts and running shorts.  She'd been a tomboy back then, but blossomed into femininity just before leaving home for her freshman year at Temple University.  Her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders, an odd style to see on someone prone to wear it in a pony tail everyday.  Her hazel eyes twinkled green under the bright lights as tears struggled for freedom.

"Daddy... Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening..."

She moved further into the room, using her hands to cover the parts of her body that weren't tanned.  Mark noted that her breasts had grown slightly larger since having her child.  They had always been the subject of her ire while growing up.  Her 'itty bitty boobies' was how she'd jokingly referred to them since the age of twelve.  An 'A' cup for most of her developing years, she now looked to be at least a 'B'.  His observations were more fatherly curiosity than lust, but he wasn't oblivious to her sexual appeal.

Still attempting to cover herself from her father's eyes, she knelt down to the floor by him, being careful to keep her knees together the whole time.

Shhhhkt ...

The door closing caused both of them to jump, and in that moment, Mark accidentally caught a glimpse of his daughter's neatly trimmed pubic hair.  She quickly covered herself, but not before he could see she had chosen a style known as a thin 'landing strip', something he couldn't convince his wife to even attempt.

Her attempts at modesty made Mark even more aware of his own predicament.  Exposed as he was, tied down... it had a chilling affect on his genitals, which reacted as if he'd been plunged into icy waters.  His scrotum tightened, pulling his testicles up into his body, making it appear as if he were trying to hide a furry tennis ball between his legs.  His penis shriveled as well, withdrawing to a size closer to that of an eleven year old.  It's normally dark purple hued head was now a mauve mushroom cap barely peeking out from a forest of salt and pepper pubic hair.

"Jen, do you have any idea what's going on?"

Jenny shook her head. "I woke up in the other room all alone.  There was a note that told me to put this thing," she brushed her hair away from the side of her head, exposing a tiny hearing device, "in my ear.  As soon as I did, this man started to bark orders.  At first I wasn't going to listen... but... but... Oh God, Daddy..."

Jenny fell over her father, her hair spreading out and covering his broad chest as hot tears, too long held in, begun to run in torrents.

"They... they have Jim." Her lips quivered as she spoke her husband's name. "And Mom, and, and Shannon... and the girls!  Daddy, they have all the girls..."

Mark's mind went into a tailspin. 'Everyone?  They have my whole family here?  But why?  Why are we being targeted?  I don't have any enemies or money... why us?'

"They showed them to me... on a TV... they're here... in rooms like ours.  Oh Daddy, the girls look so scared."

Mark wanted to comfort her, to hold her, to rock her gently and tell her that everything was going to be okay, but the damned bindings held him too tightly.

"Jenny, can you untie me?"

She lifted her tear-streaked face from his chest, shaking her head. "No, he warned me not to.  He said if I did anything without his permission, he'd... he'd hurt them."

For a long moment she simply stared blankly, her eyes cast to the floor.  She'd forgotten her modesty and let her arm slide away from her chest.  The stark contrast of pale white skin and darkened tan gave the appearance that she still wore her bikini top, though her pink areola topped with hardened nipples quickly destroyed that illusion.

As if waking from a daydream, Jenny remembered to hide herself and quickly covered up.

"They're watching.  They can see and hear everything we say or do."

"They?   How many of them are there?"

"At least two," Jenny scanned the bare room, "A man, and a woman with a foreign accent.  She's the one who told me to come in here and wait for instructions."

As if on cue, Jenny jerked as if startled, then put a hand up to her ear with the device nestled inside. "They're talking to me.  They want me to find... to find a white plastic jar in the corner of the room."

Mark remained silent as he watched his daughter stand up while still covering her crotch, turn, and walk slowly around the room scanning the floor.  Her tiny bottom was just as white as her breasts, swaying gently with each tentative barefoot step.

"Okay, I have it."

She spoke aloud, but Mark knew it was not for his benefit.

The still unseen captors must have given another command, because after she bent to pick it up she began to shake.

"What?  No!" She stopped moving, her eyes pleading, "Fine!  Just, just don't hurt them."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before allowing her arms to fall to her sides, her charms no longer hidden from anyone. "Are you happy now?  Fucking perverts."

Once again she bent to the floor, this time in full view of her father, and retrieved the small white plastic jar.  She opened it as she stood up, its round lid unscrewing easily with a 'pop' as the vacuum seal was broken.

"Now what?" she called as she held the lid in one hand, the jar in the other.  She raised the jar up to her nose and took a whiff.  She must have liked the scent because her face clearly showed pleasant surprise. "All over?  Like suntan lotion?"

Jenny let the lid of the jar fall from her hand.  It hit the floor with a loud 'clack' and rolled around and around in an ever tightening spiral, until gravity pulled it down into motionless silence.  The noise and the movement distracted Mark.  When his eyes returned to his daughter he wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Her skin glistened as she spread the contents of the jar over every inch of her flesh.  Her arms and legs, shoulders and neck, belly, hips, thighs and buns gleamed as they were coated in the clear jelly.  She saved her breasts for last, and tried to turn away so he couldn't see, but the voice in her ear ordered her to face him.  She took another series of deep breaths, her chest expanding, her perky breasts heaving with each new intake of air.  Once again she closed her eyes, but she remained facing the man who had given her life as her hands caressed the gentle contours of her bosom.

Mark's breath caught in his lungs as his heart rate doubled.  It was if he were still dreaming, seeing something not meant for his eyes to see.  She'd completely covered her chest with the slippery gel, yet her hands seeming to refuse to stop.  Her faced became flushed, a swath of red blossomed between her breasts and ran clear up to her neck.  Her mouth opened slightly, soft lips peeling away from each other as ragged breaths passed between them.

"Thisss feeelsss nice..." she slurred as her hand continued to grope and fondle her own soft pillows, pausing now and then to grasp a hard nipple between fingers to pinch or tug. "Whatz... what'ss happening... to... me... oh..."

The jar dropped from her hand to join the lid, its existence forgotten in the moment.  Her other hand was now free to join its partner, sliding across taut muscles, rubbing, caressing, teasing, eliciting low moans from deep within her.

"Oh... it’s...  Its soo gooood..."

One hand dipped lower, past her rib cage, over the ripples of muscles born of years of daily workouts.  It passed her belly button, one finger lazily slipping inside the tiny divot where it temporarily got stuck before her urgency called it back in line with the rest of her hand.  Lower and lower, over the smooth flat skin below.  Her fingers danced through the thin trail of curly hair, seemingly using it as a road map to find their destination.  Her legs parted as she stood just a few feet away from her prone father, her labia splitting, opening to reveal her sex to his watering eyes.  At the first touch of her index finger to the heated flesh between her thighs, her jaw dropped, her head whipped back, and a cry of orgasmic bliss exploded within her.

"OH, GAWD!"

Her knees shook under the magnitude of her pleasure, before giving in, and down she went.  Her nude body collapsed onto the floor with a wet slap, but her fingers never stopped, nor did her cries of ecstasy.

"Oh... Oh... Oh.  Uhgnnnn ..."

Through it all Mark's eyes never left his daughter.  He, too, had become flushed with heat as his blood boiled.  His cock, once too frightened to be seen, now pulsed into life.  He wasn't fully hard yet, his inner voice telling him not to be turned on by his daughter, not to give in to this erotic scene, it was wrong, and he wouldn't let it achieve its true length and girth.  He'd never thought of his daughter sexually, not legitimately anyway.  He never masturbated to thoughts of her, or imagined what it would be like to fuck her, but he had noticed how hot looking at her body made him feel.  Like any guy, catching a glimpse of panties under her shorts or the cute bottom of her pert cheeks peeking out as she bent over, was always special a treat to behold, but it never elicited the hungry urges he now began to feel stirring in his groin.

  Shhhhkt ...

The door opened once again, breaking the spell he'd been under.  Jenny didn't notice as she continued to writhe on the floor.

"Mommy?"

Jenny's head snapped up to gaze with bleary eyes as her five year old daughter, Samantha, rushed into the room full of concern.

"Mommy, are you 'kay?  Are you hurt?"

Mark noted, as Sam padded past him to kneel down next to her mother, that she too was nude.  She had her Mother's hair but her Father's deep brown eyes.  Traces of baby fat still remained, giving her a bit more roundness to her shape, but she was just as athletic as her mother had been, and would easily burn that off in the next year or so.

Jenny crawled out of her orgasm induced haze to comfort her daughter. "No baby, mommy's fine.  I... I just fell down, but I'm okay now.  How are you?"

"Kay I guess.  Why are we all nakey?"

"I don't know, baby... I don't know." She reached out and smoothed her daughter's hair, taking time to brush an errant strand from her eyes. "But... but everything's going to be okay."

Mark turned his eyes to the doorway where two more silhouettes gathered.

"Pop-pop?   Is that you in there?" Eleven year old Lizzy tentatively stepped into the room, trying to cover up the new developments transforming her body.  Her eyes nearly popped when she realized her grandfather was as naked as she was.  A bright red blush washed over her as her eyes settled on his not so tiny penis.

"Oh my god!"

She averted her eyes, but not before taking a second quick look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Eight year old Brandy shared none of her older sister's shyness when it came to being nude.  As soon as there was a gap big enough to squeeze through, Brandy pushed past her sister to see what all the fuss was about.

"Oh gosh!" Her face broke into a devilish grin as childish giggles bubbled up and a tiny finger pointed towards Mark's exposed body parts. "I can see Pop-pop's thingy!"

"Brandy, shut up!" Lizzy blushed even redder at her sister's announcement, but her eyes stole another quick peek. "This isn't funny."

Brandy frowned at her sister's admonition, "Looks funny to me."

"Well, it's not." Still trying not to look directly at her grandfather, she asked, "Pop-pop, are you okay?"

"Yes, Liz, I'm fine.  Just a bit embarrassed."

"Aunt Jen!" Brandy nearly shoved her sister to the side to get around her. "Aunt Jen, are you okay?"

"Mmmm hmmm," Jen nodded, but made no move to get up from the floor.  Her eyes were having difficulty keeping focus. "You girls... You girls seem to be doing fine yourselves."

"Uh huh," Brandy knelt down. "We were scared at first, but then the doors opened and we found each other."

"We went on a 'venture!" Samantha smiled as she spoke.

"An adventure," Liz corrected. "We went looking for a way out of this place, but this is where we ended up."

Shhhhkt ...

As if on cue, the door closed once again, sealing the five of them inside the square room with no furniture.

"Great," Lizzy huffed, "Looks like we're stuck here."

"At least we're not alone," Brandy argued.

"Big whoop!" Liz spun away from the closed door to face her sister. "We're still locked up, still naked, and still don't know where we are or who's doing this!"

Brandy lowered her eyes to the floor, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she whispered to herself. "Well, I thought it was better."

Lizzy ignored her sister and knelt down by one of her Grandpop's ankles. "Let me see if I can untie you."

"No!" Jenny cried. "Don't touch him!"

Lizzy fell backwards and landed on her bottom, stunned by the abrupt tone of her aunt.  In that moment Greg stole a peak of his own.  Her chest was beginning to show signs of maturation, small swellings no bigger than half a lemon.  Between her legs she was still more little girl than maturing teen, but downy peach fuzz was beginning to grow.

"I'm... I'm sorry for yelling.  I didn't mean to scare you." Jenny sat up and pulled her daughter into her lap. "The people who brought us here told me not to untie your grandfather."

She chose not to explain why, but Liz was a bright girl and could interpret the panic in her Aunt's eyes. "Okay, so... so what now?"

Jenny jerked as the voice in her ear spoke to give an answer to Lizzy's question.  A quick scan of the floor and she was able to find the dropped white jar, it's thick clear jelly peppered with blue dots still held within. "They, they want you to put this stuff on.  It's like a skin lotion."

"Huh?" Liz cocked her head to the side and scrunched up her face. "How do you know..."

Jenny moved her hair out of the way to show the girl's the tiny device tucked into her ear. "They told me, and we have to do what they say.  Okay?"

"Okay, I guess," Liz nodded, "As long as it's nothing icky."

"No.  Actually..." Jenny scooped a dollop out of the jar and rubbed a bit on herself before beginning to coat her daughter's shoulder, "... it's really quite nice.  Come over and try it for yourselves."

Jenny offered the jar to the girls as they scooted closer.  Lizzy was the first to plunge her fingers in, and once they were thoroughly coated, she withdrew and moved aside for her sister to repeat her actions.  Greg watched as she played with the slippery substance between her fingers for a moment before bringing them close to her nose to smell.

"Hmmm... smells like... like a summer storm."

"Mmm hmm." Jenny smiled as Brandy made sure she got more of the stuff than her older sister. "And it feels wonderful on your skin.  Go ahead, try it."

Greg wanted to open his mouth to protest.  He tried to open his mouth, his lips went as far as to open and close... but no warning passed through.  He knew what would happen if they massaged that stuff into their skin, he'd seen it happen to his daughter already.  It was obviously some kind of drug, one that caused arousal and euphoria, and he wasn't sure it would be safe for such young children to use... and yet... and yet... deep down... deep down he wanted to see.  He needed to see.  His heart thumped madly in his chest, his mouth dried up, his lips cracked, his eyes strained in anticipation of what was to come.

"Ohhh!" squealed Brandy, "it makes my skin all tingly!"

Lizzy, not to be outdone by her little sister, quickly applied the goo to her arms.  Its effects were almost immediate and caused a tiny smile to purse her lips.

"Not so hard, Mommy."

Jenny loosened her grip on her daughter as she rubbed the substance deeply into her smooth skin.  Her hands moved slowly, coating and slipping over the child's arms, shoulders, neck and back.  When they tired of moving over the same areas again and again, she slid them around the little girl's front, covering her belly and chest.

"Ohhh... Mommy, that feels nice," Samantha purred as she leaned back against her mother's chest.

"Make sure you get it all over, girls." Jenny watched with half closed eyes as her nieces made their pre-adolescent bodies glisten. "You should help each other to make sure it gets everywhere.  Don't forget to do your backs too."

"Yes, Aunt Jen," they answered in unison before once again dipping into the jar to re-supply.

At first the change was subtle.  It began with a blush that covered them from head to toe and a smile that seemed to be permanently applied to their faces.  Then Lizzy, who had been so self-conscious of her nudity earlier, let her covering hand roam free.

The two of them worked by themselves for a long time before Brandy scooted close and turned her back to her sister. "You get mine, then I'll get yours."

Sweat beaded Mark's brow as the erotic show his grandchildren provided progressed.  He watched in silence save for his heavy breaths, and nearly choked when he looked to see what his daughter was up to.

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

Jen's hands rubbed higher and higher up her daughter's thighs until they made a lingering pass over the girl's privates.

"I need to get it everywhere, Sweetie."

Sam's head lolled to the side before staring down between her legs.

"But, that's my gina."

"I know baby, but trust me, you'll like this."

Sam spread her legs wide as her mother's middle finger slid between the tiny folds of flesh and ran down until her fingertip grazed the child's anus before retreating back the way it had come.  Sam's muscles twitched every time her mother touched the little button near the top of her gina, and clenched with every grazing of her bottom hole.  These sensations were completely new and wonderful to her.  She'd never known that such touches to her naughty parts could feel so good.

"Oh Mommy, don't stop, oh... mmmm..." Sam writhed in her mother's lap, lifting her hips to force more contact with her fingers as she mewled her pleasure.

A gasp brought Mark's attention back to the sisters.  Lizzy's hands had come around her sister's ribs to rub Brandy's hardened nipples between her fingers.  Both girls had closed their eyes, choosing to experience the sensations and block out the visual.  Brandy's mouth hung wide open as her chest rose and fell in rapid, panting breaths.  Liz, on the other hand, was biting her lower lip so hard it looked painful, while her breathing remained slow and deep.

Lizzy's hands moved lower and lower until she held her sister's tiny hips.  She pulled the younger sibling towards her, pressing her chest into the little girl's back.  With her eyes still tightly closed, she whispered with heated breath into Brandy's ear, "Do me now," before releasing her grip and turning around.

Just hearing those words whispered between his two grandchildren nearly sent Mark over the edge.  His cock swelled and throbbed, drooling precum on his lower stomach.  He watched in rapt attention as Brandy began to explore her older sister's body.  She was tentative at first, unsure whether or not she was doing it right, but eventually her instincts took over and her hands glided this way and that, painting her sister with the clear jelly.

"Mmmmm... that's good, B."

Brandy smiled at the rare compliment from Liz; most of the time the two fought like cats and dogs, but not now.  Brandy had discovered a new talent, one her sister approved of with moans and soft mewling noises.

"Sweetie..." Jen reluctantly lifted her daughter out of her lap, "go help your cousins for a bit.  I need to talk to Grampa."

"Oh, Momma, do I hafta?"

"Fraid so, pumpkin, but it'll be fun, and you can show them what I showed you, okay?"

The little girl nodded with a real big smile on her face before moving to join the two older girls.  At first they paid her no mind, but when her tiny hands moved between their legs they nearly screamed.

"Sam!" Liz's eyes snapped open. "What are you doing?"

Unperturbed, the kindergartner continued to probe and rub both girls in unison. "Momma said to show you this.  It feels real good."

"Sam, stop!  Don't touch me there!" Liz argued, but she made no move to stop the little girl.

"Oh, shut up Liz." Brandy pinched her older sister's nipples, effectively cutting short any more protests by making her moan loudly.

"Uhnnnn.... Mmmmm..."

"See." Sammy gazed up at her cousins as they began squeezing her hands between their thighs. "Told ya it felt good."

Jenny crawled over to Mark and lay down on the floor by his head, her lips so close to his ear he could feel her breath, "Hi Daddy."

"Hi Baby.  What... what are you doing?"

"Everything, Daddy, everything that they tell me to," she purred.

"This is insane, Jen.  We, we can't let this continue.  The girls... we have to tell them to stop."

"Why would we do that, Daddy?"

"Because... because it's wrong."

"Well, they look pretty happy to me.  Just look at their faces, how could you say no to that?"

Brandy and Liz shook against each other as Sam's fingers played within their dripping pussies.  Liz's eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that tears formed in the corners.  Brandy's legs wobbled under her as her hips rocked back and forth.  Closer and closer the girl's came to having an orgasm.  A red blush covered them from head to toe as Sam's exploring fingers began making wet squishing sounds.

"Aye!   Ahhh ..." Brandy buried her face in her sister's back, her teeth seizing a small portion of Liz's flesh as she tried in vain to stifle her orgasmic cry. "Nnnnnahhh!"

Hearing her sister's bleating calls and feeling her tremble violently behind her triggered Liz. "Ah... Ah... Ahhhh... Nuunngggg !  Aiyee!"

As a house of cards crumbles to the floor in the slightest of breezes, so too did the two sisters, their legs no longer strong enough to hold them up in the rushing waves of orgasmic bliss.  Caught in the middle, with no place else to go, Sam went down with them, landing in a pile of sweaty, quivering, whimpering girls.

When the three of them made no move to get up, Mark began to get concerned.  Girlish giggling soon put his racing mind at ease.

"Whoo!" Brandy's voice chuckled from somewhere in the middle. "That was... that was..."

"Oh... the best... the best thing I've..." Liz couldn't even finish, she just rolled onto her side and trembled.

"Told you!" Sammy cried from the bottom. "Now get off me!"

"Sorry Sammy." Liz lazily peeled her limbs free of the tangled mess of bodies.

"Yeah, sorry Sam." Brandy simply rolled away until her bare belly lay on the cool floor.

"You see, Daddy." Jen sucked her father's ear lobe into her mouth and gave it a tiny nibble. "The girls are just fine.  Now I need you to do something for me.  It's time for you to join in, okay?"

"Jenny, I... I can't do this."

"You keep saying no," more nibbling, this time with a few light kisses added, "but that hardon you're sporting says otherwise.  God, no wonder Mom was always smiling... its huge!"

"Why would Pop-pops hard thingy make Grammy smile?" Sam asked as she crawled over on her hands and knees to rejoin her mom.

Jenny tried hard to stifle a giggle but failed. "Come here baby, watch and see how."

Jenny slid her body over her father, straddling his chest before slithering down until she was face to face with his hard cock.  This presented Mark with an unobstructed view of her enflamed pussy, which glistened with moisture and filled his nostrils with a heady aroma.  Grinning wickedly as all three girls watched with bated breath, Jen leaned forward and sucked the head of her father's prick into her mouth with a slurp.

"Euuuwwwwwww !"

"Gross!"

"Oh, sick!  He pees out of that!"

The children's taunts did nothing to dull the exquisite pleasure Mark felt as his daughter pulled him deeper and deeper into her mouth.  As she moved up and down his shaft her entire body slid up and down, rubbing and grinding her cunt into his hairy chest, leaving a trail of sticky honey in its wake.  She bobbed up and down a few times before bringing her hand into the action, stroking and pulling it into her waiting mouth.

The girls moved closer, their mouths hanging open in complete disbelief as Jenny pulled away with a lip smacking 'pop'.

"Mmmm... Daddy, you taste good." She licked her lips as her hand continued to pump his raging erection. "Girls, would any of you like to try?"

All three quickly shook their heads and made sour faces.

"No way, Aunt Jen," Brandy stuck her tongue out as if she had just swallowed a pint of lemon juice. "Blechk !  That's just gross."

"That's a shame," Jenny smiled before running the tip of her tongue up her father's shaft, pausing to swirl some saliva over its purple head. "It feels so nice to have one in your mouth."

"Really?" Brandy slid a little closer, but remained apprehensive.

"You're lying!" Liz furrowed her brow. "Don't do it, Brandy, she's trying to trick us."

"Uh-uh!" Sam pushed her cousin as hard as she could; attempting to knock Liz over. "My Mommy doesn't lie!  You take that back!"

"It's okay Sammy, leave your cousin alone." Jenny continued to pump with one hand as her other now gently fondled her father's sack. "If Lizzy doesn't want to try it, she doesn't have to."

"Good, cause I won't." Elizabeth backed away and sat down on the floor by the closed door. "Come over here Brandy."

"You're not the boss of me," Brandy huffed before turning her back to her sister. "Can I try it Aunt Jen?"

"Certainly, sweet heart," Jen bent her father's cock until it pointed towards her niece.

"Jenny, you've got to stop this." Mark struggled futilely against his bindings. "This is madness!"

"Oh, be quiet.  You know you like it." Jen looked over her shoulder at him. "I noticed how you looked at me when I was growing up."

"No, Jen, you don't understand!  I wasn't..."

"I kinda liked it, Daddy.  I mean, it was nice to be noticed like that, without worrying that you might push me to do something.  Though I have to admit there were times, late at night, when I fantasized that you would do something.  That you'd sneak into my room while mom was asleep, peel down my covers, and touch me the same way your eyes did."

"Oh God, Jenny, you don't know what you're saying.  That stuff, that stuff that they made you smear all over, I think it's a drug of some kind.  Its making you say and do things that you shouldn't.  You're not yourself, this isn't who you are!"

"You're wrong, Daddy, this is who I am.  Enough talking, its time to use that sexy mouth of yours for something more enjoyable." Any further protesting was immediately cut off as Jenny scooted back then covered her father's mouth with her copiously flowing pussy. "Eat it Daddy.  Make me cum like a good little girl."

At first he didn't do anything as her lips ground against his own, refusing to give in, to surrender.  His nostrils flared as he struggled to breathe through his nose, and in the process he inhaled her scent, a sweet, light, delicious aroma.  His mind swirled as her juices seeped between his clenched lips, filling his mouth with her flavor.  He couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't keep up his facade of morality.  With a deep, lonely moan he gave in to temptation.  His tongue made a dash for his daughter's depths, seeking the source of her nectar.

"That's it Daddy, just like that... Oh... Oh you are good!"

"Aunt Jen, what should I do?"

Brandy's question brought Jen back down to Earth. "Why don't you and Sam take turns licking him like an ice-cream cone?"

"Like this mommy?" Sam leaned in and ran her tiny tongue up her grampa's prick before retreating.

"Yes Sammy, just like that," Jen smiled as she slowly gyrated her hips. "Now let you're cousin try."

Brandy, not to be outdone, took hold of his dick and popped its swollen head into her mouth.  She suckled on him for a moment before releasing him. "It's not bad at all!"

"You see!" Jen clapped excitedly. "I told you it was nice, and your Pop-pop is really enjoying it!"

In response Mark did all he could do, he hunched his pelvis up a half an inch and groaned loudly into his daughter's pussy.  The vibrations traveled directly into her core causing her muscles to twitch with tremors.

Spurred on by the praise and positive reactions of the adults, Sam and Brandy attacked as one, slathering Mark's tool with tongues, lips, and mouths.  Their tongues swirled and slurped up and down his rigid shaft as their eyes stayed focused on Jen's reactions.  Every now and then their tongues would touch, causing them to giggle, but after a while the nervous tittering stopped and quick touches became more lingering.

Brandy's hand snaked out from under her, reaching to touch her young cousin.  She ran her hand down the child's back, along the curve of her spine, slowly, gently, enjoying the feel of smooth skin beneath her fingertips.  Lower and further back the exploring hand moved, past her hips, past her tailbone, until she could feel the soft rise of the girl's buttocks.  She became bolder the longer her hand remained without protest.  Lower she moved, her fingers aligning with the cleft between her cheeks as they traveled.  As she passed over the little girl's pucker she heard her gasp and felt her jump slightly.

It almost caused her to stop, but the heat from further below beckoned like a porch light to a moth.  She had to feel her, to touch her, to know if she felt it like she did.  Suddenly she was there, her fingers slipping along a tiny slit between two soft pillows.  The heat was like dipping into a bath made too hot, the kind that left her skin glowing pink as steam rose all around.  Again she nearly pulled away as the rush of adrenaline from knowing that she was being naughty coursed through her like a tidal wave, but a new sensation caused her to stop short.  Little Samantha's hand had found it's way to her body and was mimicking everything she had just done.

Still sitting alone by the door, Elizabeth inched closer, curiosity getting the better of her.  She couldn't see much from where she was seated, Sam and Brandy blocked all view of her Pop-pop's lower half, and Aunt Jen still sat on his face, but she could tell that maybe she was too hasty with her assessment of the situation.  It did look like fun, lots of fun, and she wasn't a part of it.

She watched silently as her sister and cousin began to touch each other, both of them trembling and making strange mewling sounds.  She watched as her Aunt seemed to dance on her grandfather's face, her hips moving like a belly dancer's as her chest heaved and her mouth moaned.  It made her itch down below, down in that place she was told not to touch but she had anyway when no one was around.  Slowly her hand drifted towards that forbidden place, through the wispy first hairs that signaled she was becoming a woman.

"Having fun?"

She'd just begun to tickle her private place when her Aunt Jen's voice snapped her out of her trance, her playful hand whipping away as if burned.  She'd been caught touching herself, caught by an adult, and even though her heart raced and her face burned with shame, she could see in her Aunt's eyes that it was okay.  That she wasn't going to be yelled at like the last time someone had caught her.

"Ready to come join us?"

Even though she was scared of what might come, of the naughty things she might be asked to do, she found herself nodding slowly.

"Come over here." Jen reluctantly extricated herself from her father's roving tongue. "You'll really like this."

Lizzy nervously stood on wobbly legs and padded shakily to where her Aunt stood.  Jenny hugged her before helping to guide the girl into position over her Pop-pop with one leg on either side of his chest.

"Now just lower yourself down on your knees and scoot back until he can reach you."

Lizzy looked to her Aunt for confidence, for reassurance as she sunk lower and lower over him, her thighs parting wider and wider.  Her blood ran cold as her knees touched the floor.  This was it, no turning back, no running away.

"Don't worry sweetie, he won't bite.  Now scoot back just a little further."

Lizzy's eyes were wide with fear, but also excitement.  This was all so new, so different, so strange.  An hour ago she would never have believed people would do such things to each other, and now here she was... inches away from feeling a man's tongue touching her naughty place.  Slowly she moved, and it seemed time had slowed as well.  Little details filled her senses.  The gaze of her sister's eyes staring in wonder at her, the giddy excitement of her little cousin as she nursed on the throbbing penis in her mouth, the buzzing sound the lights made, the smell of the jelly stuff they had used, the soft chest hairs that tickled her thighs as she moved, but most of all she felt the searing hot breath of her Grampa against her privates as she got closer and closer.

Mark's eyes watered almost as much as his mouth did as the beautiful preteen vulva approached.  It was so pink, smelled so fresh and clean; it even opened up to him as she came ever closer to making contact.  He'd given up fighting the inevitable use of his body for their pleasure, given it up because he received just as much pleasure in return.  Little hands and mouths continued to play and suck on his member, a joy he'd never before felt in his entire life swelled in his groin.  What had been a nightmare evolved into his greatest moment, his crowning achievement in a lifetime of dullness.  A million fantasies all rolled into one perfect moment.  His tongue extended its full length, straining to taste his granddaughter for the first time. 

"Aiiieeee !"

Lizzy squealed when she felt him make contact and tried to quickly lift herself off of his face, but her Aunt was there ready to stop her.  Jen's hands took hold of her hips and forced her lower, mashing her privates into her Grampa's face.

"Stay there, Lizzy, just relax and let it happen."

His tongue moved like a slippery serpent through her privates.  The sensation had been too much for her at first, but thanks to her Aunt's vice grip she began to settle down.

"Ohhhh... It... It... It feels so... strange!"

Jenny smiled. "Just you wait, it gets much better.  Now relax and let your body tell you what to do, he'll take care of the rest.  He's a good daddy."

Jen's hands left the girl to let her move freely, which she did almost instantly.  Where Jen moved in little circles, Liz preferred to slide back and forth, rubbing and grinding her privates against him.

"Good girl." Jenny slid down to the floor by her father's head, what could be seen of it under Lizzy anyway.

"Hi Daddy, I know you're busy but I need to talk," she whispered. "You know how Jim and I've been trying for a second baby, a little brother for Sammy?  Well, it turns out he can't make any more.  He has a low sperm count, something to do with all those chemicals he works with down at the refinery, so he can't help me.  But I know someone who can."

Mark's mind reeled with the implications of that statement as his daughter disappeared from his limited sight.

"Okay girls; move aside, it's my turn again."

Sam and Brandy let go of his shaft and huddled together, their hands still exploring and caressing each other.  Jenny stepped over her father and squatted over him facing Liz, who slowed down her humping motions to watch what was going to happen.

"I've waited a long time to see what this feels like," she purred before reaching between her thighs and grasping her father's staff. "Let's see if he fits."

After aligning him with her hungry opening, she sunk down, impaling herself.

"Oh God!   You're huge!" she cried as her eyes rolled deep into the back of her head. "Jim doesn't... doesn't even come close!"

"Mommy, you kay?   Is he hurting your gina?"

"No Sammy... he feels wonderful in me!" She sank the last few inches into her body then settled her weight on his pelvis. "Come and see girls, come and see why Grampa's thingy makes Grammy smile all the time."

Liz stayed where she was, she wouldn't have moved even if she didn't have a perfect view of the joining.  She doubted she'd have left the magic tongue dancing in her pussy for anything at all.  Sam and Brandy, on the other hand, did come closer, and were guided by Jen to sit on either side of her as she began to slide up and down his prick.

"Oh man..." Jen gasped, "If I had known..."

She rode him for a few strokes before putting an arm around her daughter and niece, pulling them closer, guiding their mouths to her hardened nipples.

"Yes, that's it.  Suck on my tits.  Oh... Oh... it feels so good."

Once the girls took control she moved her hands down to fondle both of their tiny bottoms as she again began to rock her hips.

"That's it girls, suck my tits, make me feel good, ah yessss..." she hissed as the head of her father's cock kissed her cervix on every full down stroke, "He's going to make a baby in me.  A little brother for you, Sammy, won't that be nice?"

Sammy nodded excitedly but never released the nipple she suckled on.  It felt good between her lips, a throwback to when she was much younger, when such intimacy with her mother was still okay.  This time though, as she nursed on the very breast that had meant only a meal just a few years back, it was so much better.  For one thing her mother's fingers had never touched her in the way they were at this moment.  They seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing, pinching, tickling and trailing good feelings wherever they roamed.  It made her feel feverish and giddy.  It caused her belly to flutter as if she were full of live butterflies.

'No... not butterflies,' she thought to herself, 'Fairies!  Tiny fairies are alive in me, dancing and singing.  This is magic... fairy magic!'

The thought caused her to giggle, and in doing so the vibrations caused her mother to moan.

Lizzy could barely keep her eyes open as she rode upon her Grandpop’s tongue.  Her body seemed to be moving all on its own, her mind only riding along as a passenger on a bucking bronco.  Feelings swept through her in wave after wave of sheer bliss.  She knew that something better was coming; it had been building higher and higher within since she first felt him tasting her most private place.  It was different from when she had touched herself, different than when Sammy had rubbed her to make the good feeling come.  It grew and grew and grew, filling her from her pink painted toes to her burning red ears.  This was something new, something wonderful, and just a little bit terrifying in its intensity.

Mark concentrated on the young pussy grinding into his face, her flowing juices so sweet it was nearly enough to take his mind off the blazing inferno encompassing his cock, but his daughter began a pistoning motion, drawing him closer and closer to his peak.  Up and down her hips moved, a torturously slow twisting gyration added to the motion of her pelvis.  He could feel his balls tightening, drawing up closer to his body, preparing to send his seed into her.  He tried to buck her off, to throw her from his body and save her from impregnation, but the bindings were too tight and her womb too welcoming.

"Yes Daddy!  Yes!  Give it to me!  Make me a Mommy again!"

Mark's mouth clamped down on little Lizzy as he shook and shuddered.  His body rippled as muscles tensed and the pressure held back for far too long exploded out of him.  Great blasts of sticky white cum spurted through his shaft, pulsing in an unstoppable march into his daughter.

Above him Lizzy reacted to his forceful sucking and groans.  She shook as if suffering a seizure, her body dancing wildly to a tune only she could hear as the floodgates of her pleasure opened up and drowned him in her honey.

Brandy came next as her Aunt's fingers dug harshly into her sex, the pain strangely pleasurable in her over excited state.  She could feel her own juices as they ran down her trembling thighs, and in the height of the moment bit down on the rubbery bit of flesh she'd been so tenderly loving.

Sammy simply blacked out when the fairies in her belly spun so fast it made her dizzy with happiness.  Her mouth came free of her mother's breast with a wet 'pop' as she crumpled to her Pop-pop's heaving belly.  Her last vision was of his glistening shaft growing and shrinking as it disappeared and reappeared into her mommy's gina over and over again.

The whole world was spinning for Jenny.  She could feel her father spilling his love into her body, filling her with new life.  Her vision narrowed into pinpricks as she watched in a half dream as Lizzy's eyes fluttered closed before she slid to the floor.  Next her daughter collapsed, resting on her father's belly as if it were a soft, hairy pillow.  Teeth drew her nipple painfully away from her breast as Brandy fell into a contented slumber.  She nearly pulled it off as she dropped away, thankfully releasing her jaw before sleep took her all the way to the floor.

She was left alone as she continued to milk her daddy of every last drop.  His face gleamed with his granddaughter's juices, and in his post orgasmic bliss he smiled.  Jenny felt her body begin to go limp, her muscles simply melting away as pleasant warmth spread through her.  Time slowed down as she moved Sam to the floor so that she could lie over her father's still twitching form.

"Thank you, Daddy... I love you..."

It was difficult to stay awake, but she managed to crawl up to his lips to give him a tender kiss before sleep totally overtook her.

Though Mark could hear her and felt her soft lips upon his own, he was unable to return the kiss, but words could still pass through his lips before dreams conquered wakefulness.

"I love you too... my... sweet... baby... girl..."