Copyright 2005 by Rapunzel. You may download and retain one copy of this story on your computer for your private viewing only. If you would like to post this story on your web site please contact the author at Rapunzel69'at'gmail.com. This story is a work of adult fiction. Got that? FICTION. FIC-TION. If adult fiction disturbs you, if you are a minor, or if you are in a jurisdiction that prohibits the viewing of this material LEAVE NOW. Still here? One more thing - remember how I said before that this story is pure FICTION? That means that none of this is true and nothing like this should EVER, EVER happen in the real world. Incest ruins lives and scars people forever. Don't do it. And if you're even thinking about doing it, seek therapy now. Author's Note: This story is part 3 of a series of stories collectively titled "Anna's Story". The entire series can be found at... https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rapunzels_Tower/Anna's%20Story/ * * * * * * * WELCOMED Since Tammy had turned me on to the joys of self-love, I couldn't get enough of it. I stroked myself in the shower, I touched myself in the tub, I masturbated on my mattress. One time when I got particularly desperate during the school day I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom where I immediately got to work on my clit. I set my own record that day - zero to "OH!" in about 90 seconds. Tammy and I still played together occasionally, but the school year was in full swing and our crazy schedules usually left one or both of us exhausted by the end of the day. Too tired to do little more than rub a little, gasp once, and pass out. And every night I had the dream. I could see the girl sleeping in a big four-poster bed with the pink curtains tied back to the bedposts. She lay on her side with her arms wrapped around a stuffed unicorn, and at some time during the night she had pushed the hot covers off with her feet, leaving only her long white nightgown to cover her body. Her long wheat-colored hair curled wildly around her neck and shoulders and spilled onto the pillow behind her head. Her fingernails and toe nails were polished pink, just like mine. It was always very late. The open windows on either side of her bed looked out on an ink-black sky and no sound came from the house or the yard. Now in the deepest hours of the night a handsome man with the similar curly, wheat-colored hair would slip quietly through her bedroom door, locking it behind him. Quietly crossing to the bed he would very slowly untie the curtains and pull them together so that the entire bed was cocooned in pink fabric, closed off to the world. Then he would remove his robe to reveal his naked masculine body, lay the robe on the trunk at the bottom of the bed, and gently climb into the bed closing the curtains behind him. That's when I would wake up... every single time. But every night I had the dream. The dream that always ended with the curtains closing. I was pretty sure that my subconscious was trying to tell me something - probably that I needed to get laid. * * * * Tammy lived just an hour away from the school and on our first long weekend she insisted on taking me home with her. I didn't mind, my parents had house guests sleeping in my room and didn't really want me home, though they would have made room for me. They were reluctant to let me go to a stranger's house for the weekend until Tammy had her father call my father to assure him that we would be supervised and safe. On Wednesday afternoon Tammy's father, Jack, picked us up from school and took us out for an early lobster dinner on the way home. I liked Jack immediately. He was tall - about 6 ft. - with short dark hair and kind hazel eyes. He was clean-shaven with an "average Joe" look and he wasn't buff by any means but he kept himself fit. He was genuinely friendly and immediately put me at ease. I could see why Tammy adored him. "Your brothers won't be coming home this weekend so you girls will have the run of the place." said Jack. "I was thinking we could have a cook-out for your Uncle Pete's birthday on Saturday but other than that there are no schedules. If you want to go to the mall or the movies just let me know and I'll take you, the dealerships will run them selves for a few days. I am yours to command ladies!" He made a half-bow from his chair and Tammy and I bowed back, laughing. "Thank you again for letting me stay over for the weekend Mr. Parson!" I said for about the fifth time. "You're very welcome Anna," he said with a smile. "But please, don't call me Mr. Parson any more! It makes me sound like a 90-year-old in an old-folks home. Please call me 'Jack'. No, better yet call me 'dad'! Yes, 'dad' will do nicely. I insist!" Tammy smiled at me and arched an eyebrow, but I didn't have time to wonder what she was thinking because the waitress was putting our steamed lobster on the table. "A toast!" said Jack, raising his iced tea. "To my two lovely daughters - both biological and borrowed!" * * * * The Parson house was a large brick two-story that was nicely decorated but still had a welcoming lived-in look. Tammy gave me the five-cent tour and I quickly decided that it was the most beautiful house that I'd ever seen. During the tour I learned that Jack' car dealership business was booming and that he had just built this house and moved in over the past year or so. Tammy liked it because it was a lot bigger than their old house, and she also confessed to me that she liked it because it didn't remind her of her mother who had run off a few years back with another man. The living room, staircase and entryway were all a part of the same room with a vaulted ceiling and skylights. A baby grand stood in the center near French doors and the rest of the room was taken up by two sets of massive couches and chairs - one set surrounding a white rug, a coffee table, and a fireplace, the other set surrounding a big screen TV and a rather large stereo system. The massive windows along the back wall looked out onto the lawn and pool, and in the distance I could see a gazebo which I soon found out covered a large in-ground whirlpool. Jack's master bedroom just off the living room was easily the biggest bedroom I'd ever been in. Near the door there was a separate living space with an over-stuffed leather couch, two chairs, a coffee table and a TV/stereo system. Beyond that were his king-size bed, side tables, and a dresser. Doors on either side of the bed lead to the walk-in closet and the large master bathroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows ran all the way down the wall on the left with sliding glass doors in the center leading to the back yard and pool, and the right wall had smaller windows looking out onto the front yard. The walls of his room were decorated with ebony framed vintage car posters. Upstairs Tammy and her twin brothers had rooms on the upper level along with the guest room and a large bathroom. Tammy's room was a wild mixture of styles just like the dorm room that we shared. She had a large four-poster bed with light blue curtains that was piled high with stuffed animals, a high-tech desk for her laptop and school work, a huge bookcase and two dressers, and her own TV and stereo. The walls were covered almost completely with posters of our favorite rock band. Jack had the guest room ready for me but we convinced him to let me double-up with Tammy in her room. She had the big bed so space wouldn't be a problem and we could chat late into the night without disturbing him. Late that first evening as we lay together in Tammy's bed talking about boys, school, and movie stars I decided to tell Tammy about my dream. Between Jack inviting me to call him "Dad" and the fact that I was sleeping in a four-poster bed not unlike the one in my dream I was a little flustered. "You need a man." was all she said when I finished. "I know that! But where do I find one? He has to be older, he has to know what he's doing." Tammy's response was cut off when Jack knocked on the door and asked to talk to her privately in the hall. She returned a short time later and jumped back into the bed, saying nothing. Soon our conversation trailed off and we both fell asleep. I woke up around midnight a little disoriented. Once I remembered that I was staying with Tammy for the weekend I realized that she wasn't in the bed anymore. I figured she was probably in the bathroom. After a while when she still hadn't come back I decided to check on her and use the bathroom myself. I walked out into the hallway in nothing but my t-shirt and panties and made a dash for the bathroom. Tammy wasn't there so I went in and did my business, wondering where she was. While I sat on the toilet still half asleep I heard a sound from somewhere else in the house. I finished and cleaned up, then walked quietly down the carpeted hallway to investigate. Then I heard the sound again, a little more clearly this time. It sounded like someone was hurt, and it was definitely coming from downstairs. Quietly and quickly I made my way down the stairs and into the large living room at the center of the house. Hearing the sound again I padded down the hall toward Jack's room and found his bedroom door open with light streaming into the hallway. A few more steps and I was standing in the door of Jack's room, staring open mouthed at the scene in front of me. On the bed I saw Tammy on her hands and knees, her eyes closed and her mouth open, sucking in ragged breaths. Jack was kneeling behind her, his cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston in a car engine, his hips slapping against her ass and balls swinging with every movement. He had a hand on each side of her slim hips and he was pulling her body back against him as he thrust forward into her. With every thrust her small dangling breasts jiggled, and from time to time she moaned loudly. I was rooted to the spot. They hadn't noticed me but I couldn't move. I'd never seen anything remotely like this, not even on cable when my parents weren't home. And nothing that Tammy had told me about had even come close to this. A familiar warm feeling began to uncurl in my abdomen. "I missed you baby!" Whispered Jack between thrusts. Tammy moaned again louder this time - and Jack's pumping motions quickened. He adjusted his grip on her hips, slamming her body hard against his as he pumped. Tammy squealed in orgasm and her arms collapsed. Now she was half-kneeling, half-laying on the bed, her head, arms and breasts on the mattress and her spasming cunt still high in the air taking everything that Jack's plunging cock could dish out. The new angle seemed to work for him. He began panting loudly and then grunted has he thrust slowly and forcefully into Tammy four more times and then stopped. For a few long moments they remained like that - he kneeling with his spent cock still inside her, hands running up and down her legs and back caressing her skin - she with her ass in the air and cum dribbling down her thighs, her cunt holding him softly inside, her head and arms laying still on the mattress. Then slowly and gently Jack leaned over and lowered their bodies until they were both laying on their sides, his cock inside her still. "Well, what have we here?" said Jack. He lay on the other side of Tammy looking straight at me over her head. Tammy, still spent from her orgasm, took a moment to look around the room trying to figure out what Jack was referring to. Her eyes eventually came to rest on me. "I - I'm so sorry," I whispered hoarsely "I heard a moan and thought... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" I started to turn and run but Jack's voice stopped me. "Anna, come here." He said, softly but firmly. I stopped and turned my head to stare at him. He pulled himself out of Tammy with a 'slurp', lifted himself off of the bed and walked half way across the room, his semi-erect penis bouncing as he walked. Small droplets of cum splattered on the floor with each bounce. "COME HERE." He said. Firmly but not unkindly. What could I do but obey? I turned back and moved to stand facing him about four feet away. "Anna, come here to me. Now." His dark eyes and firm tone compelled me. I moved toward him as if in a dream and stopped just a few inches in front of him. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. "As you see, Tammy and I have a special bond." He said smiling. "Yes." I said. He reached down and took my hands in his, "She tells me everything." "Everything?" I couldn't believe she would tell him my secrets..."Yes. Don't worry, she's just trying to help you become a grown-up woman like her." He smiled kindly at me. "I know about your dream and I'd like to help." I glanced at Tammy who had walked over to stand next to her father. She smiled to reassure me. "Wh-what would I have to do?" I asked. "You let us worry about that Anna." Said Jack, "This is your first time. Let me love you and teach you to love as I taught Tammy. Would you like that?" My face flushed pink at the idea and my stomach suddenly felt light, like I was plummeting down the business end of a giant roller coaster or falling from a high cliff. But I wanted it. "Yes." Tammy smiled and moved behind me wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her chin on my shoulder. "Now I get to share you both!" she said, hugging me tightly. Jack leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue parting my lips slightly before pulling away to smile at me. The warm feeling in my abdomen intensified and stretched downward into my cunt and upward into my breasts. My nipples hardened and strained toward Jack and I could feel the first drops of cum dribble from my hole. "Welcome daughter." Said Jack as he reached down to lift the hem of my nightshirt. TO BE CONTINUED.... * * * * * * * Well, did you like it, or did you think it sucked - but not in a good way? Email me at Rapunzel69'at'gmail.com and let me know what you thought of it. 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