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Homespun Fun (family)
By J. Brown - 1994



Chapter 1

	"Is the water still good and hot?" the tall, naked 
man asked as he rinsed his razor under the tap and put 
it away in the medicine chest.
	"Just the way you like it, sweet," replied a low, 
sultry voice from behind the closed shower doors.  
"Come on in."
	Ken Sheridan stretched the muscles in his broad 
back as he glanced around the large bathroom, thinking 
how good it was to be home.  He eyed the vague form 
behind the frosted doors, knowing what was waiting for 
him, and feeling his rigid erection jump and jerk with 
expectancy.  It was going to be good.  Sliding a panel 
back, he stepped in under the pelting spray.
	The woman soaping herself down smiled at him, then 
glanced at the immense penis that was angling up from 
his groin.  "Welcome, stranger."
	He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth.  "Who 
are you greeting, Sis, me or my cock?"
	"Both."  There was an expression of longing on her 
face as she stared at the massive, hairy muscle with 
its huge, bluish-purple head, then handed him the soap 
and curled her hand around his tool.  "It's so nice to 
hold it again.  Honestly, Ken, it's the biggest cock 
I've ever seen.  Thank God you know how to use it."
	The hot water raining on his back was already 
soothing his aching muscles as he gave her back the 
soap and cloth.  "Why don't you wash me off, Lynn?"
	"It'll be a pleasure."
	While she washed his arm and torso, Ken's gaze 
roved over his sister's lush figure.  Her face and body 
were those of a model's, and indeed she had been one 
until her breasts became excessively large.  For a 
woman of thirty-seven, she in no way showed her age, 
and in fact looked ten years younger.
	"You never seem to look any older, baby," he said, 
watching her firm, upthrust tits sway and slap together 
as she rubbed him, the pink nipples hard and 
protruding.  Her stomach was flat and muscled, her hips 
curving into exceptionally attractive legs, and at the 
apex of her thighs was the thickest bush of pubic hair 
he had ever seen.
	"I manage to keep in shape," she murmured, 
crouching down to wash his legs and genitals.
	He laughed while she lathered his cock and balls.  
"Yeah, I've heard that fucking is one of the best 
exercises."
	Lynn rose and said with mock severity, "Oh, shut 
up and turn around, you big bastard.  You get your 
share of ass, too."
	"That's true," he said as she scrubbed his back 
and buttocks, "but I've never been able to find a piece 
quite as good as you are.  You ought to set up a school 
on screwing."
	Giggling, Lynn backed up to let him rinse off.  
"Maybe that's what we should both do, brother dear.  I 
haven't found a prick yet that satisfied me like yours.  
Why don't we go into business?"
	He stepped aside to let her under the shower, and 
when she had the soap off, took her in his arms and 
kissed her, pressing his stiff pole against her and 
crushing her huge tits against his chest.  "Let's fuck 
in here, Lynn.  We haven't done that for a long time."
	She made sure her shower cap was on securely, then 
put a hand between them to bend his prick down and rub 
it against her pussy.  "I'd like that.  Which way?"
	"Bend over, and I'll dick you from behind."
	After giving him a quick kiss while she squeezed 
his hard rod, she spun quickly and bent over, resting 
her hands on the faucets.  The water sprayed her back 
as she spread her feet wide.  "I'm all set, honey.  
Give me a good one.  I haven't had a really terrific 
orgasm since the last time you fucked me."
	Ken moved up behind her, spread her firm ass 
cheeks with his thumbs, then rubbed his cockhead down 
the dark cleft until he found her gaping cunt hole.  
Planting his feet on the slippery tub, he pressed his 
hips forward slowly, feeling her cunt hole open and 
stretch around his dick.  He could feel the pressure on 
his glans in his nuts.
	"Ken, you're teasing!" Lynn whimpered.  "Please, 
don't!  You know I'm almost ready to cum right now!"
	"Easy, babe!" he said hoarsely.  "So am I!  At 
least let me get the damn thing in!"
	Sliding his hands up to her small waist, he peered 
down through the crack of her ass and watched his 
pecker disappear as he drove it into her slippery 
sheath.  She had a twat like that of a young girl, and 
it gripped his penetrating piston like a fist.  When he 
finally poked his cock knob against her womb, she 
grunted and sucked in her breath.
	"Ooohhh, Ken!  Hhhuuuhhh!  Lord, what a prick!  I 
haven't been this full since you left!  Oh, Christ, I'm 
cuming now!"
	He felt her shudder and heard her sob quietly as 
the spasms of climax flooded through her.  It was 
always that way the first time after he had been away 
for a while.  When her tremors had quieted, he began 
stroking his cock in and out of her juicy pussy, 
listening to the wet schlucking sounds his plunging 
piston was making in her sopping tunnel.
	"Ooohhh, Lynn!  Squeeze on it!  Work your ass!  
That's it, baby."
	The woman was now swiveling and gyrating her hips, 
bucking back against the long, fat joint that was 
impaled in her writhing twat.  Each time the swollen 
tip slammed into her, she felt an electric charge surge 
through her and let out a grunt.
	"Huh!  Ooohhh, Ken!  More!  God, you don't know 
how I needed this."
	The spraying torrent from the shower head was 
splattering them both as Ken increased the speed of his 
darting pole.  He rammed it in to the hilt, withdrew 
nearly the entire length, then plowed it in again, his 
swinging scrotum slapping against the puffy lips of her 
snatch.  Bubbling sperm was coursing through the tubes 
in his groin, and it wouldn't be long before he would 
have to release it.
	"Baby, you're the best piece I've ever had!  Tight 
as a virgin.  Tell me when you're ready.  I'm so close!  
Close!"
	Lynn's flopping tits were throwing water like a 
shaking dog as she undulated and humped, tightening her 
vaginal walls even more on her brother's embedded cock.  
Her knuckles were white as she held the faucets and 
backed hard onto his thrilling member.
	"Now, Kenny!  Now!  Oh, Jesus, fuck me!"
	Ken gave her three final thrusts, then left his 
jerking cock stuck in to the root as seething cum 
spurted from the end of his rod and shot in jets 
against her womb.  He left his joint soaking in her 
steamy vagina until they had both regained their 
senses, then he wormed it out, watching the thick glob 
of fuck juice follow the head of his dick and splat on 
the floor of the tub between her feet.  As he washed 
their combined cream from his tool and balls, Lynn 
straightened up and turned around.
	"Why does it always have to be so damn fast with 
us?" she complained.  "Why can't we make it last and 
enjoy it for a while?"
	"Maybe we could, if we were together more often, 
but it's so long between times."
	"I know," she said sullenly, reaching around to 
turn off the water.  "You and those damn mining jobs.  
Why in the hell couldn't you have been an accountant 
instead of a fucking engineer?"
	He laughed as he slid the panel open and stepped 
out.  "That's a good one.  'Fucking engineer.'  Well, I 
guess I am at that."
	"Oh, you know what I mean."  She got out and they 
began drying each other off.  "You can't go 
gallivanting around the world forever, you know.  When 
are you going to settle down?"
	"Soon, baby.  Very soon."
	Stepping through the door into the master bedroom, 
he put on an embroidered silk karate robe, brushed out 
his brown hair, then followed his sister down the hall 
to her bedroom, one of four in the vast, rambling 
ranch-style house.  Taking a cigarette from her pack on 
the dresser, he lit it, then perched on the side of her 
bed while she sat down naked at the dressing table to 
fix her face and hair.
	"Do you really have to go to that first-aid class 
tonight, Lynn?  I've only been back a couple of hours, 
and already everybody's taking off on me.  I'd like to 
get clued in on a few things, especially since you're 
leaving for Mom and Dad's tomorrow."
	"I'm afraid I do, dear.  After what happened to 
Dana, I should know what to do in an emergency.  It 
scared the hell out of me."
	"Okay, bring me up to date.  I don't think I got 
the whole story in your letters, and Dana didn't say 
much before she left for her piano lessons."
	"All right."  She began applying mascara.  "I was 
out late, shopping, and she thought she'd help out by 
fixing supper.  She made a casserole and stuck it in 
the oven.  A few minutes later she noticed the fire 
wasn't on, and tried to light the pilot.  It blew up in 
her face."
	"I know that much.  Go on."
	"Well, Toby heard her scream, and ran into the 
kitchen.  Her dress was on fire and she was holding her 
face.  He ripped her dress off, doused her with cold 
water, and called the fire department.  Luckily, Dr. 
Larson was at the hospital.  She wasn't hurt badly, but 
she was blinded temporarily.  She was only in the 
hospital for one day, but she'll have to wear those 
patches on her eyes for a while longer yet."
	"Christ!"  Ken muttered.  "Is this Larson taking 
good care of her?"
	Lynn smiled into the mirror.  "He'd better.  I 
paid him off in female currency.  In a motel room.  For 
four solid hours!"
	He flicked an ash off his cigarette.  "I might 
have known.  How is she otherwise?"
	"She doesn't like her father being gone all the 
time.  For a fifteen-year-old girl with no mother and 
an absent father, I'd say she's doing great."
	"And how about your kids?" he asked, ignoring the 
snide remark.
	The woman's blue-black hair swished across her 
back as she swung around to face him.  "Don't you mean 
our kids?"
	He nodded mutely and sighed.
	"Our kids are just fine.  They're doing good in 
school, and they've been a lot of help with Dana.  And 
before you ask, no, they don't know that they're 
sisters and brother and not cousins."
	Ken put out his butt and leaned forward with 
elbows on knees, weariness showing in his eyes.  
"Hasn't Phil found out yet that Toby and Nancy aren't 
his kids?"
	Lynn turned back to the mirror and resumed putting 
on her cosmetics.  "Oh, didn't I tell you?  You know he 
got married.  Well, when he couldn't knock up his new 
wife, he went in for a check-up, and found out that 
he'd been sterile all his life.  Right after that, 
about four months ago, he went to court and cut off 
child support for me.  He doesn't know you're their 
father, but he does know it wasn't him."
	"For God's sake, why didn't you let me know?  I 
could have given you more money!"
	She put down her lipstick and looked at his 
reflection in the mirror.  "Ken, I didn't need it.  
I've saved most of the money you've paid me for taking 
care of things for the last five years since poor Carol 
died.  I live in a beautiful house, I have my family, 
and everything I want.  What more could I ask for?"
	"You've been a helluva lot of help, Sis, and I 
appreciate it more than I can say."
	Lynn stood up and walked over to him with her hips 
swaying seductively.  Pulling his face into her furry 
snatch, she let him nuzzle it for a moment, then knelt 
between his legs.  She parted his robe and kissed the 
tip of his prick, leaving a red smear, before looking 
up at him.
	"Dearest, I wanted to.  Besides being my brother, 
you're my lover, and I wouldn't have it any other way.  
Then too, I want our children to be around their father 
as much as they can, whether they're aware of the truth 
or not."
	His cock was distending into a hard-on when he 
placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into 
her hazel eyes.  "Have you ever regretted our fucking 
all these years and my giving you those two babies?"
	"Never!  Not for a minute!  If you hadn't been my 
brother, I'd have married you a long time ago, and we'd 
have been happy as hell."
	"I'm glad."  He lowered his hands and fondled her 
fleshy, hard-nippled tits.  "Sure you have to go?"
	She kissed his cock again, then leaped to her 
feet, her face flushed.  "We'll have plenty of time to 
fuck, and you've got to rest up from your trip.  I'll 
be back from Graywater before you know it, and then 
we'll fuck and suck ourselves silly."
	When she began dressing, Ken got up for another 
cigarette and leaned against the dresser to watch her 
cover her luscious body.  "You say Mom will only be in 
the hospital a few days?"
	"Uh huh.  It's just a small stomach tumor.  Dad 
needs caring for, though, after that stroke he had.  
I'm taking Toby with me, so you'll just have to watch 
the girls."
	"Anything special I have to do about Dana?"
	"No.  A nurse comes by to change the dressing and 
put drops in her eyes.  She has to be led around, 
though, 'cause she bumps into things, but Nancy usually 
does that."
	"Nancy's sixteen now, isn't she?"
	Lynn arched her eyebrows as she tucked her 
enormous tits into a bra.  "You should know.  And 
Toby's seventeen, in case you've forgotten that, too."
	"No," he said shamefully, "I haven't forgotten.  
Any special instructions?"
	"Can't think of any.  Mrs. Dever is still giving 
Dana piano lessons, like tonight, to keep her mind off 
her eyes, but Nancy takes her there and brings her 
back.  That's about it."
	"I suppose we'll manage."
	She tucked in her blouse, gave herself a final 
inspection in the mirror, then walked over to him and 
rubbed a hand over his pelvis, caressing his prick and 
scrotum.  "God, I'd love to give you a blow-job right 
now, you horny stud, but it's almost eight and I've got 
to go.  Get a good rest, and I'll see you in the 
morning."
	Ken walked with her through the house to the front 
door.  "By the way, what time is curfew?"
	"Usually ten.  Toby's at the movies, so he may be 
a little bit late, but it's okay.  Don't worry about 
them.  They take pretty good care of themselves."
	After kissing her good-bye, he switched on the 
television on his way to the kitchen to mix himself a 
stiff highball.  Though he had never regretted buying 
the big, four-bedroom home, he rattled around in it 
when he was by himself, and needed noise and a drink 
for company.
	Settling down in his favorite recliner, he 
realized the completeness of civilized living again, 
yet knew it wouldn't be too long before his feet began 
to itch and he would be off to some far distant 
country, agonizing over the discomforts usually 
inherent in such a trip.
	He hadn't yet drained his glass and relaxed 
completely when the front door flew open and the two 
girls came in, Nancy leading Dana by the hand.  Seeing 
the thick gauze patches on Dana's eyes and watching her 
grope helplessly in front of her made him feel sorry 
for the girl, but he knew that pity was the least 
effective therapy.
	"Hi, kids.  How did the lesson go, Dana?"
	"Oh, all right, I guess," she replied dully.
	"She did great, Uncle Ken!"  Nancy said.  "Like 
Mrs. Dever says, you're not supposed to look at the 
keys anyway."
	Dana was tall, like himself, but had her mother's 
blonde hair and blue eyes.  A very pretty girl, she had 
developed considerably during the six months he'd been 
gone, and the mountainous breasts pushing her sweater 
out were more like a woman's than a girl's.  Also like 
her mother, she had outstanding legs that were revealed 
nearly to the crotch by her short skirt.
	Her cousin/sister was the image of Lynn, except 
that her hair was a dark brown.  Perfectly proportioned 
and beautiful, she had an enticing ass that was clearly 
outlined by the skin-tight jeans she was wearing.  They 
molded to her so closely that he could see the crease 
of her cunny.
	"I'm glad to hear that," Ken said.  "Either of you 
hungry?"
	"I'm not," Dana answered, in the same monotone 
with which she had greeted him earlier.  "I think I'll 
go to my room and lay down and listen to some music.  
Practicing tired me out tonight."
	"Me neither," Nancy said.  "Uncle Ken, after I 
take Dana to her room, can I go see my friend across 
the street?  I'll be home by ten."
	"I don't see why not.  And thanks for helping 
Dana.  It's nice of you."
	"No problem.  C'mon, kid."
	"Good night, Daddy," Dana said, letting Nancy lead 
her away.  "I'll see you tomorrow."
	"Night, baby.  Have a good sleep."
	While Ken was in the kitchen pouring another 
drink, he heard the front door close.  Returning to the 
living room, he sat down and stared at the TV 
disconsolately, upset over Dana's reaction to his 
homecoming and wondering if there was anything he could 
do to console her.
	Until she was ten, he had been around fairly 
often, working mostly in the States.  But when his 
wife, Carol, died of cancer, he felt he had to get as 
far away as possible.  Lynn was divorced by that time, 
and wasn't doing much modeling, so she offered to take 
over his household, and he accepted eagerly.
	Not only was his sister an excellent housekeeper, 
but she was also a terrific fuck, and had been since 
they were teenagers.  He thought she would be a perfect 
stand-in mother for Dana, and a wonderful piece of ass 
for him whenever he returned.  Besides, he felt he owed 
something to Toby and Nancy since he was their natural 
father.
	When he had shown up that afternoon, he had 
thought that Dana's disinterested response had been due 
to the trouble with her eyes, but now he began to think 
there was some other reason than that.  If it hadn't 
been for everything else going on, he would have asked 
Lynn before she left.
	He gulped his drink, then went to take a piss.  
When he came out, he nearly ran into Nancy in the 
hallway.  "Back so soon?"
	"Oh, Patty wasn't home.  I was going to go to 
Ann's, but then I thought I'd come back and keep you 
company."
	"Fine.  Glad to have you."
	"I'll be out in a minute.  I want to change."
	Ken made himself another highball, telling himself 
it would be the last one as he was beginning to feel 
it, then went back to his chair.  He was in the process 
of lighting a cigarette when Nancy entered wearing an 
ankle-length blue nightgown that was so sheer he could 
see her body as clearly as though she had nothing on.
	The figure he had appraised underneath her clothes 
was nothing like the real thing.  The girl's high 
breasts were large, conical, and pushed out proudly 
against the thin material, with dime-size nipples at 
the tips.  The vee of dark hair covering her pelvis was 
visible, as were the curls between her rounded thighs.
	"Want anything from the kitchen, Uncle Ken?" she 
asked as she approached him.  "I'm going to have some 
ice cream."
	His cigarette and lighter were halfway to his 
lips, and he had trouble not only keeping his eyes from 
her sex areas, but also in finding his voice.  
Carefully training his gaze on her innocent face, he 
managed to croak, "No, thanks, honey.  I've just been 
out there."
	"Okay."
	As he watched her waltz across the room with her 
saucy ass jiggling and the dark crevice between her 
buns showing, he felt a tremendous surge in his loins 
and his prick began to swell.  She had taken him by 
such surprise, walking in like a girl in a cat house 
for viewing, that he couldn't stop the reaction.
	Jesus Christ! he thought.  Does she walk around 
like that all the time?
	By the time she returned with her bowl of ice 
cream, he was sufficiently recovered to light his 
cigarette and hide his hardon as best he could.  But, 
when she plopped down on the couch and drew her knees 
up to where he could see the patch of ringlets that 
surrounded her cunt, he was unnerved again, and his 
prick started to throb painfully.
	"What are you watching?" she asked, totally 
unaware of what she was doing to him.
	"I, uhhh, don't really know.  I had my mind on 
something else.  Anything you want to see?"
	"No.  I'm gonna finish this and crash.  I was 
gonna ask you a lot about where you've been, but I know 
you must be pretty beat."
	Ken's hands were trembling as he sneaked quick 
glances at her inviting pussy and mouth-watering tits, 
but she didn't notice as she was watching the screen 
intently.  He crossed his wrists in his lap to conceal 
the erection that was bulging his robe out, trying to 
ignore the lascivious thoughts that were causing his 
heart to race.
	Get a hold of yourself, you damn fool! he thought.  
For God's sake, she's your daughter!
	Nancy finished her ice cream and stood up, the 
light from the hallway glowing through her gown and 
showing every delectable outline of her body.  "Sure 
there's nothing I can get you?"
	"No, really.  I'm fine."
	Smiling charmingly, she carried her bowl to the 
sink, then came back to lean over him for a kiss.  The 
top part of her nightie fell away, and he caught a 
quick glimpse of her naked tits, all the way to her 
rosy nipples.  She pecked him lightly and hugged him.
	"We're all glad you're back, Uncle Ken.  I hope 
you'll stay a while this time."
	"I'm going to try very hard."
	"Good."  She straightened up and started away.  
"I'm going to see if Dana has to go to the potty before 
I go to bed.  Night."
	"Good night, sweet."
	Her exit left him feeling like liquid jelly, 
except for the rigid erection sticking up from his 
pelvis.  With very few exceptions, he had never felt 
such a strong passionate desire.  It was so vile and so 
disgusting.  She was his daughter!  A virgin!  And only 
sixteen-years-old!
	The ice cubes in his glass clinked in his 
quavering hand as he lifted it to his lips.  He rubbed 
his brow and his eyes, wondering if he hadn't been away 
from humanity so long that he had forgotten what 
normalcy was.  He'd heard of it happening, but he 
wasn't that kind of man!  Not at all!
	A return trip to the kitchen for a straight shot 
soothed his rattled nerves a bit, and, after a calming 
cigarette, he felt a little better.  It was nine 
o'clock, and he debated whether to wait up for Lynn and 
Toby, then decided against it.  What he needed was some 
sleep to get back to normal.
	Turning off the television, he stepped into the 
hallway, then noticed a light under Dana's closed door.  
Thinking he might smooth things over if he spoke to her 
briefly, he stepped up to it, rapped softly, then went 
in.
	Dana was stretched out on her bed with one arm 
flung over her eyes, listening to music from her 8-
track, wearing a flimsy yellow gown of the same type as 
Nancy's.



Chapter 2

	Not certain whether the girl was asleep, Ken 
approached the bed as quietly as possible and stood 
staring down at the still form.  The twin mounds of her 
titties jutted upward under her nightie like two 
magnificent peaks.  Her coral-colored nipples were much 
larger than Nancy's.  Devouring her with his eyes, he 
gazed at the blonde tufts that swirled around her 
pelvis and into her crotch.
	"Dana," he whispered, "are you awake?"
	She lifted her arm from her face and dropped it to 
her side.  "Yes, Daddy.  Did you want something?"
	"Just a little talk, if you're not too tired."
	"No, that's okay."  She swung her feet over the 
side of the bed and sat up.  "What did you want to talk 
about?"
	Ken took the chair from her desk in the corner of 
the room and sat down in front of her. His organ was 
already on the rise again, making him more 
uncomfortable than he had been originally.  "Nothing 
too important, baby.  Are your eyes bothering you?"
	"Huh uh.  Not too much.  It just, well, makes me 
feel dumb, not being able to see."
	"It won't be much longer, I understand.  It's 
uncomfortable, I'm sure, but you can handle it."
	Dana bobbed her head.  "I know."
	"You've got a lot of courage.  Were the other 
burns very bad?"
	"No.  The doctor says that I won't even have any 
scars."
	"Do you mind if I see them?"
	The girl chewed on her lower lip pensively.  
"There's not much to see.  At least that's what Lynn 
says."
	"I'd still like to, if you don't mind."  For 
reasons he couldn't fathom, he had an urgent desire to 
see his daughter naked, and the yearning was so strong 
it was making his balls ache.
	"I guess it's all right for you to look," she said 
with a tone of resignation.  "Everyone else has."
	Rising to her feet, she crossed her arms in front 
of her and pulled the gown up and over her head, then 
stood there with the garment dangling from her fingers.  
The soft glow from the bedside lamp accentuated every 
curve and contour of her ripe yet tender body.
	Ken saw the faint tint of pink that covered her 
throat and shoulders, and the contrasting whiteness of 
her tits where the heat evidently hadn't penetrated her 
brassiere.  It looked like nothing more than a light 
sunburn.  Taking his time, without touching her, he 
examined the beautiful milky cones that were nearly as 
large as Lynn's, the flat stomach and abdomen, and the 
pooched outer lips of her cunt that were covered with 
golden fluff.  The composite picture of youthful 
loveliness made his prick jump wildly.
	"It doesn't look bad, Dana," he said, trying to 
keep the note of lust from his voice.  "You should be 
as good as new in a couple of weeks."
	"Yeah, that's what the doctor said."  She sat down 
on the bed again without bothering to slip on her gown.  
"At least it doesn't hurt."
	"Has he said when the eye patches will come off?" 
he asked, his gaze riveted on her ripe, down-covered 
pussy.
	"In a couple of days, I think.  Then I'll have to 
wear dark glasses for a while."
	Ken was in torment.  He opened his robe and 
wrapped his fist around his pulsing cock, knowing that 
she couldn't see what he was doing.  Squeezing the 
thick, tendoned member, he began stroking it slowly, 
letting his eyes travel over her velvety figure.
	"You seemed a little upset this afternoon and 
tonight, Dana.  Is it just because you're tired of the 
patches, or is it something else?"
	Her lips compressed, and she swallowed hard.  "Oh, 
I don't know, Daddy.  I . . . wanted to be able to see 
you when you got back.  You're gone so darn much, and 
now that you're here, I can't even look at you."
	His hand was pumping his dick more rapidly now.  
"I'll be here for quite a while, honey.  Maybe for a 
long time.  You'll have a lot of time to look at this 
ugly puss."
	She started to smile weakly.  "You say that every 
time you come home, Daddy.  That you're going to stay, 
I mean.  Then bang, you're gone again.  I've hardly 
been around you since . . ."
	"Yes, I know.  Is that what's troubling you?"
	She hesitated, then said, "Yeah, kinda.  It's like 
I don't have any parents at all.  I mean, Aunt Lynn is 
nice and all that, but it's not the same.  Couldn't you 
stay here for good?  I know you could get a job where 
you didn't have to travel so much, like you did when I 
was little."
	He continued to stroke his tool, thinking how 
ridiculous it was to be jacking off and conversing with 
her at the same time.  There was no way he could stop, 
though.  Not after being excited by Nancy, and now 
looking straight at Dana's lush frame.  Semen was 
bloating his nuts, and he had to release it through his 
hard, straining cock.
	"I'm going to try, baby," he said huskily.  "I 
want to be together with you, too.  I always have, but 
I also have my job to think of so I can pay the bills.  
It's not easy."
	Dana sighed and slumped forward, making her 
bountiful titties bobble.  "I know you've got problems, 
Dad.  It's just . . . well, I do need you.  A lot."
	"Honey," he said, perspiration breaking out on his 
forehead as he mentally fucked the young nymph while 
jerking feverishly on his pole, "I know you do.  I'll 
make it all up to you somehow."
	Ken was sliding the skin up and down on his joint, 
slapping the heel of his hand against his pelvis.  His 
legs were quivering with tautness, and his back was 
arched.  It was coming.  He could feel the viscous 
liquid speeding toward his prick.  The bulbous head of 
his tool was swollen to the bursting point, and a 
droplet of pre-cum was already hanging in the pee slit.
	"Daddy," Dana asked, cocking her head to one side, 
"what's that noise?"
	"What . . . noise?"  He was on the verge.
	"That funny sound.  Are you doing something?"
	"Yes," he rasped.  "I'm . . . rubbing my leg.  
It's a little stiff from the flight."
	"Oh.  Do you want me to do it for you?"
	Oh, God! he thought.  If you could only put your 
hand on my prick and pound me off!  Christ, you're 
delicious!  If you weren't my daughter . . .!
	"Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uuuhhh!  Uuuhhhh!"
	Molten jizz spurted like a jetting fountain from 
his cock, hung in the air, then rained down on the 
carpet between them.  He twitched with each squirt, the 
tendons standing out on his neck, as he continued to 
flag his jumping rod until the last drops of cum had 
oozed out to dribble down over his hand.
	"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" Dana asked 
anxiously.  "Are you all right?"
	Ken let out a long breath of relief and leaned 
back in the chair.  "I'm okay, sweet.  I just had a 
cramp, is all.  Everything's fine."
	"Jeez, I was worried there for a minute.  Are you 
sure you don't want me to rub it?"
	"No, kitten.  Just stay where you are.  It'll go 
away.  I'll just walk around for a second or two."
	Carefully avoiding the drops of sperm on the rug, 
he went to the dresser for some tissues, wiped himself 
off, then sopped up the expended cum from the floor.  
After disposing of the tissues, he closed his robe and 
tied the sash.
	"Did that help?" the girl asked.
	"Yes.  Look, honey, I'm going to hit the sack.  Is 
there anything I can get you?"
	Her face colored slightly.  "I do have to go to 
the bathroom.  Would you mind helping me?"
	"Of course not.  C'mon."
	When she stood, he took her by the elbows and 
guided her down the hall, feeling the heat from her 
lithe young body against him.  Reaching the bath, he 
led her to the stool, lifted the lid, then lowered her 
gently to the seat.
	"Will you wait outside?" she asked shyly.
	"Sure."  He stepped back into the hall, making 
enough noise so that she could hear him go, then turned 
and watched her.  She parted her thighs and let loose a 
hissing stream into the bowl for what seemed to him 
like two minutes.  Even watching her piss aroused him.  
Then she groped for the toilet roll, and wiped herself.
	"Okay, Dad, I'm ready."
	On the way back to her room, he held her more 
closely, so that her bare tit rubbed against him.  By 
the time they were at her bedside, he was hard again.  
He helped her back into her nightie, put the chair back 
so she wouldn't fall over it if she got up, then tucked 
her in.
	"Good night, baby," he said, leaning over to kiss 
her full on the lips.  "I'll turn out the light and 
shut off the music."
	"Thanks, Daddy.  And please stay this time, will 
you?"
	"I'll do my damnedest, Dana.  Believe me."
	In the master bedroom, he shrugged off his robe 
and climbed into bed naked, the way he normally slept.  
The events of the evening troubled him, making him 
think he was some kind of lecher for letting the two 
young girls disturb him so much.  Admittedly, he hadn't 
had much screwing in the last six months, but that 
still was no excuse for the way he had felt.
	He mused for a while, then weariness finally 
overcame him and the last thing he heard before 
drifting off to sleep was the distant opening and 
closing of the front door.
	Lynn let herself in, followed by her son, whom she 
had picked up on the way home from her first-aid class.  
While Toby fixed himself a snack, she checked on the 
girls and Ken and found them all sound asleep.  After 
telling Toby she was going to bed and to shut up the 
house, she went to her room and stripped for bed.
	Lighting a last cigarette, she sat down on the 
edge of the mattress and pondered whether she should 
take the chance of sneaking into Ken's room and giving 
him a blow-job, which she had been thinking about all 
evening.  He had such a fantastic prick, immense, 
hairy, and veined.
	No, I'd better not, she thought.  He doesn't know 
how things are around here yet, and he's probably too 
tired to go off again.
	Still, the idea of having his gorgeous pecker in 
her mouth remained with her, and it wasn't long before 
she could feel warm vaginal liquid seeping into the 
crevice of her cunt.  Glancing down, she saw that her 
bare nipples were hard and extended, and wanted a mouth 
on them so badly it was torment.
	"That settles that!" she murmured aloud.
	Stubbing out her butt, she went to the dresser and 
took out a penis-shaped vibrator, the instrument that 
gave her such satisfaction when nothing else was 
available.  Returning to the bed she laid down with her 
legs splayed and her knees drawn up.
	Switching on the dildo, she parted the puffy lips 
of her twat and began rubbing the thing lightly over 
her sensitive clit, feeling the tingle of it throughout 
her body.  She began writhing and squirming as the 
delightful sensation excited her, then she moved the 
device down to her gaping, squishy cunt hole and 
inserted it into her prickling vagina, pushing it up 
into her as far as she could.
	"Ooohhh!  Hhhuuuhhh!  Gggaaahhh!  Oh, God!  
Uuummm!  Ooohhh!"
	Simpering very quietly, she began fucking herself, 
wondering as she always did when she used the thing why 
a man's prick didn't vibrate like that.  The pointed 
cylinder was well oiled with her lubricating juices, 
and went in and out with ease.  When it began to warm 
up, she started lurching her hips off the mattress and 
rotating her pussy on the divine substitute.
	"Hhhuuuhhh!  Ooohhh!  Huh!  Huh!  Huh!  Aaahhh!  
Aaahhh!  Oh, sweet Jesus!  Gggaaahhh!  Mother!  Fuck!  
Fuck!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
	Her climax was abrupt, and she bit on a knuckle to 
keep from shouting out with sheer pleasure.  When her 
trembling and fluttering had ceased, she left the 
vibrator embedded in her cunt, pulled the covers over 
her, and turned off the light.  With the fake cock 
inside her, she relaxed into a contented sleep. 
	When Ken arrived in the kitchen the next morning, 
he found Lynn already busy preparing breakfast.  It 
jolted him to see that she was wearing a knee-length 
nightie of flaming red that was as sheer as either one 
of the girl's.  He was still gawking at her when she 
turned away from the stove and gave him a bright smile.
	"Good morning, Brother.  Sit down.  I'll have your 
coffee on the table in a second."
	He dropped down at the table and lit a cigarette 
while she poured him a cup of steaming liquid and 
brought it over.  He was still not quite awake, but the 
coffee smelled wonderful.
	"Are the kids up yet?"
	"Oh, yes.  Nancy took Dana's tray in a few minutes 
ago, and Toby's getting dressed.  He and I have a lot 
of things to do today.  I've got to buy him some 
clothes, and we have to pick up our tickets at the 
travel agency."
	Ken had taken a couple of testy sips of coffee, 
and his mind was beginning to clear.  "Does Dana feed 
herself?"
	"Oh, no.  I suppose she could, but it's too 
inconvenient for her.  One of us always feeds her."
	Lynn had gone back to the stove to dish up his 
bacon and eggs when Toby came in, neatly dressed in a 
sport shirt and slacks.  He was tall for his age, 
stocky, with long sandy hair and the family's green 
eyes.  A good-looking boy, Ken remembered him as 
usually being shy around adults or girls.
	"Hi, buddy," Ken said cheerfully.  "You're looking 
good this morning."
	"Hi.  Thanks."  He turned to Lynn.  "Mom, can I go 
over to Tommy's and get my portable radio to take 
along?  You can pick me up there on your way to town."
	"All right, but make sure you stay there.  I don't 
want to hunt all over the neighborhood for you."
	"I will.  Bye.  See ya, Uncle Ken."
	"Right, Toby."
	As he was leaving, the boy brushed by Nancy who 
was returning with Dana's tray and who was dressed in 
the same gauzy gown she had worn the night before.  
Ken's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything as Lynn 
placed a full plate in front of him.
	"Morning, Uncle Ken," Nancy said.  She set the 
tray by the sink, then washed and dried her hands.  
"Mom, I'm going to go straighten up my room, now.  
Okay?"
	"Yes.  And you'll have to clean the house today, 
too.  I'll be gone with Toby for quite a while, then we 
have to come home and pack."
	"Sure, I don't mind.  Dana's all set.  I'll give 
her a bath later on."
	Ken watched her near-naked titties bobble and her 
pert ass jiggle as she left the room, then turned back 
to his breakfast while Lynn poured herself a cup of 
coffee and joined him.
	"Everything all right?" she asked.
	"Fine."  He bit into a piece of toast.  "Look, I 
don't want to sound like a prude, but do you think it's 
a good idea for you and the girls to parade around in 
front of Toby with hardly anything on?"
	Lynn seemed genuinely surprised.  "Why on earth 
not?"
	"Well, for one thing, it isn't decent.  For 
another, the boy might start getting ideas."
	The woman tossed her head back with laughter. 
"Well, of all the things to say after what we did when 
we were kids!  For God's sake, don't you remember?"
	"Damn right I do, but we didn't do anything in 
front of our parents.  And they didn't go around naked 
in front of us, either."
	"Ken," she said soberly, "times have changed.  
Nudity isn't nasty or immoral any more.  A lot of 
families make a practice of going around in their homes 
all the time without a stitch on.  It satisfies the 
kids' curiosity and gives them a more open mind toward 
the human body and sex."
	"That may well be, but speaking as a male, I know 
what the sight of a nude woman does to a boy or man.  
Hasn't Toby ever gotten a hard-on when he saw you like 
that?"
	Lynn lit a cigarette with obvious slowness. 
"Weeelll, yes, he has.  Not out in the open, but I 
could see it in his shorts or pants."
	"And how do you suppose that affects him?  What 
does he do, go in his room and jack off?"
	"Ssshhh!  Not so loud.  The girls might hear.  He 
probably does pound off once in a while.  Most boys 
that age do, just like you did."
	"Right, but why provoke him?  And speaking of the 
girls, what do they think when they see a big bulge in 
Toby's pants?  Surely they must have some idea of 
what's happening and what's causing it."
	The dour look on Lynn's face showed that she 
thought he was chewing her out.  "So what if they do?  
Where's the harm in that?  They're going to find out 
about sex sooner or later, and I'd much rather have 
them learn it at home.  Wouldn't you?"
	Ken popped the last bite of bacon into his mouth 
and pushed his plate away.  "Have you had a talk with 
the kids about sex?"
	"No.  I was waiting to discuss it with you, and 
hoping we could approach them together.  After all, 
with three kids, it's a pretty big job for one person."
	"I agree."  He lit a cigarette.  "Just how much 
have they seen that you know of?"
	She stood up, spun around so that he could see her 
body through her nightie, then sat down again.  "That's 
all that Toby's been exposed to, I'm sure.  That goes 
for what he's seen of the girls, too."
	"Have the girls ever seen him naked with a hard-
on?"
	"No.  I'm positive of that.  If they had, they 
would have come to me and asked questions.  Girls are 
just as curious as boys, you know."
	"I suppose," he said.  "So, just how far do you 
think we ought to go when we talk to them?"
	Lynn smiled and put a hand on his arm.  "I'll 
leave that up to you.  Think about it while I'm gone, 
and let me know when I get back.  Whatever we do, it's 
going to have to be soon.  They're all at the age where 
they'll want to know everything."
	He grinned back at her.  "Well, I'll do what I 
can, but it's not exactly in my line.  Maybe I can find 
a book on it or something.  You give it some thought, 
too."
	"I will."  She stood up.  "Right now, I've got to 
shower and dress.  If I don't get started, I'll never 
get done.  Leave things where they are.  Nancy'll take 
care of it later."
	"Okay."  When she left, he brooded over what she 
had said as he finished his coffee and cigarette.
	Lynn went to her room to pick out what she was 
going to wear and found Nancy there, making up her bed.  
Standing on the dresser, in plain sight where she had 
left it, was the vibrator that she had left buried all 
night in her twat.  It was still glistening wet from 
her vaginal fluid, and she hurried over to wipe it off 
with tissues before putting it away.
	"Mom, what's that thing?" Nancy asked.
	"It's a . . . a sort of massager, dear."
	"How come it was all gooey and sticky?"
	"I, uhhh, was using some lotion, honey.  Why don't 
you go lay out some fresh linens for me in the hall 
bathroom?  I'm going to take a shower in a minute."
	"Okay.  Does Uncle Ken want anything?"
	"No, I don't think so.  Run along, now."
	As she put away the dildo and shut the drawer, 
Lynn cursed herself for her stupidity. If Toby had 
found it, he was old enough to figure out what it was 
really used for, and that would have been very 
embarrassing.
	Laying her clothes out on the bed, Lynn wondered 
if Ken had any suspicion of what had been going on 
between herself and Toby.  Of course, the boy had 
gotten an erection when he saw all the nearly bare tits 
and cunts running around the house.  It had been her 
idea, and when she realized her mistake, she had done 
her best to correct it.
	After the first few times she had seen his boyish 
peter rise, she had taken him into her bedroom and 
explained what was happening to him, and he had 
admitted to masturbating.  Since it was her fault to 
begin with, she started jacking him off to give him the 
release he needed.  Soon after, her impulses got the 
better of her, and she began sucking his cock.
	Neither of the girls had ever been aware of what 
was going on.  She had been very strict about that.  
But of late, both she and Toby had wanted to do it more 
and more often, and it worried her because it was 
getting dangerous.
	It was for that reason, and that reason alone that 
she was taking him along on the trip.  Perhaps by the 
time they got back, she would have thought of a way to 
sensibly explain the situation to Ken in terms that 
wouldn't make him angry.  It wasn't a question of 
whether to tell her brother, it was a question of how!
	Ken drained his cup, then strode through the house 
to the master bedroom without seeing any of the family.  
He took off his robe, stepped in to a scalding shower 
for a full twenty minutes to both freshen his spirits 
and ease the bone-deep tiredness he felt.  He shaved 
leisurely, then went into the bedroom to dress. After 
looking into the closet for several minutes, he decided 
the hell with it.  He was on vacation, damn it!  
Slipping back into his karate robe, he went down the 
hall to Dana's room and knocked.
	"Come in," the girl called out.
	"How are you doing this morning?" he asked when he 
went inside.
	"A lot better, Daddy.  I slept deeper than I have 
for a long time.  I think it's because you're back."
	There was a lump in his throat as he grabbed her 
desk chair and swung it around to sit on it backward 
with his arms folded across the back.  She had thrown 
the covers back, and once again he was able to see the 
outline of her body, her firm titties and fluffy cunt 
hair.
	"I'm glad to hear that, honey.  Is there anything 
you need or want?"
	"No, I'm doing great.  Aunt Lynn and Toby are 
leaving today, aren't they?"
	"Uh huh.  Later on this afternoon."
	"I'm going to like that.  Maybe you'll be able to 
spend more time with me, then.  Lying in this bed gets 
pretty tiresome."
	"I'll bet it does.  As soon as we get things 
squared away, we'll get together and I'll tell you all 
about where I've been and what I've been doing."
	"Oh, that would be super!"  She paused, then said 
sadly, "I sure wish I could see you.  That would be 
even more super."
	"It won't be long, baby.  Have patience.  I'm 
going to go read the paper, now.  If there's anything 
you want, call out."
	"I will."  She heard him go to the door, then 
said, "Daddy, I'm really happy that you're home again."
	"So am I, kitten.  So am I."
	He reached the living room just in time to catch 
Lynn going for the door, wearing a low-cut knit dress 
that she filled out in all the right places.  The 
thought struck him that she was almost as sexy dressed 
as nude.
	"Leaving?"
	"Oh, yes, Ken.  I'm late now.  I don't want you to 
do a damn thing while I'm gone.  You just rest and take 
it easy."
	"Don't worry.  I will.  See you later."
	She tossed him the morning paper on her way out, 
and he sank down in his chair to read it, thankful that 
there was nothing else to do.



Chapter 3

	Ken flipped the pages of the paper slowly, trying 
to concentrate on the news, but finding it nearly 
impossible.  Visions of the girls flickered through his 
mind.  The events that had occurred since his arrival 
home had left him stunned, and since nothing quite like 
it had ever happened to him before, he wasn't sure how 
to cope.
	Then, there was Lynn's frank admission about the 
children that he wondered whether he could accept.  
Admittedly, he was aware of the changing morals in the 
last ten years or so, but the openness and casualness 
of the females in the household still astounded him.  
In his generation, sex and showing bodies was done, but 
secretly, and was not something to be done boldly and 
openly.
	Resolving to wait until he could converse with 
Lynn upon her return, he pushed all of the nagging 
thoughts from his head and opened the paper to the 
sports pages, determined that he would not be drawn to 
the girls and allow himself to do something he would 
regret forever.  He was scanning the black print 
intently when Nancy came in, carrying a vacuum cleaner.
	"Uncle Ken, will it bother you if I run this in 
here?"
	Peering over the paper, he saw that she had not 
changed from her gauzy powder blue nightie.  No amount 
of will power could have stopped his dick from rising 
as he gazed at the young girl's firm mounds and wool-
covered cunt.
	"No, that's all right, honey, but don't you think 
you should put some clothes on first?  You can't run 
around like that all day, you know."
	Nancy smiled broadly as she set the cleaner down 
and plugged it in.  "You've been away too long, Uncle 
Ken.  Don't you know that a lot of women do their house 
cleaning naked now?"
	"Why, for God's sake?"
	She shrugged and looked at him naively.  "It's 
just a lot more comfortable.  I do it all the time, 
when I'm here by myself."
	He shook his head with wonder.  "Your mother and 
Dana, too?"
	"I don't know, but I guess they do.  What's wrong 
with it if nobody else is here?"
	He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  "But 
I'm here now."
	Again she smiled impishly.  "Yeah, but you're 
family.  And I do have something on, too."
	"Not much, but if that's the way you do things, go 
ahead."
	"You mean you wouldn't mind if I took this thing 
off?  I'd rather.  I'm used to doing it that way now."
	Ken thought about what Lynn had said.  If she was 
right and he was wrong, he didn't want to foul things 
up and make either of the girls ashamed or embarrassed.  
"It's okay with me.  Whatever you want suits me.  Just 
promise you'll get dressed as soon as you're through."
	"Oh, I will.  I haven't got much more to do."
	He tried to hide his face behind the paper as she 
switched on the vacuum and began pushing it around the 
room, but it was useless.  Her gorgeous titties swayed, 
flopped and slapped together as she pushed and pulled, 
and her smoothly rounded ass jiggled and bobbled.  She 
was not ashamed, and actually hummed as she worked.
	"Would you please raise your feet?" she asked 
happily, standing before him in all her naked glory.
	"Sure."  He was thankful for the paper that 
concealed the big, throbbing bulge in his robe.
	His eyes followed her around the room until she 
had finished and put the vacuum away, then she returned 
to flop down on the couch with her arms resting at her 
sides and her legs parted just enough so that he could 
see the pink furrow of her love nest.
	"Whew, I'm going to rest a second.  Can I get you 
anything, Uncle Ken?  Coffee or something?"
	"No, baby.  Did you say you had to give Dana a 
bath this morning?"
	"Uh huh.  Either Mom or I help her into the 
bathtub, but she washes herself.  It's no trouble."
	It was an agonizing strain to keep from staring at 
her ripe pussy, and he wished now that he had poured 
the meat to Lynn before she left so that his balls 
would be drained.  It was difficult not to have 
lascivious thoughts when you were horny, especially 
with a naked nymph so close.
	"Tell me something, Nancy.  Has Toby ever helped 
Dana with her bath?"
	She shook her head vigorously.  "No.  Mom is real 
funny about things like that.  She wouldn't let him."
	"But you all let him see you with only your 
nighties on."
	"Well, yeah, but that's different.  Jeez, like Mom 
said, he can go down to the drug store and see pictures 
of all the naked girls he wants.  Besides, we're not 
really bare.  He doesn't pay much attention anyway."
	Ken saw that he wasn't getting through, and gave 
up.  The girl obviously felt that she was doing nothing 
wrong, probably because her mother had told her so, and 
there was no sense in pounding the subject into the 
ground.  Since he had already made up his mind not to 
do anything, his looking really was innocuous.
	"Do you have much more cleaning to do?"
	"Only the kitchen and Dana's room.  I'll take care 
of her room while she's in the tub.  I have to change 
her sheets, too."
	"Well, I'll give you a hand and help Dana while 
you do the kitchen.  I haven't got anything else to 
do."
	"Jeez, thanks, Uncle Ken.  I did want to go see my 
girl friend, and that way I'll get through faster."
	His prick was still stiff and jumping as he 
watched her prance toward the kitchen, and he was 
becoming aware that if the situation remained the same, 
he was going to walk around with a perpetual hard-on.  
Since both girls had seen the mound caused by Toby's 
erection, he reasoned that Nancy wouldn't be shocked at 
his, so he proceeded to follow her and get himself a 
beer.
	She was already running water in the sink when he 
entered and crossed to the refrigerator.  As he was 
popping the top on the can, she turned to speak to him, 
then noticed the huge protrusion in the front of his 
robe.  Raising her eyes quickly to his face, she gave 
him an apologetic smile, as though she shouldn't have 
looked.
	"I could have brought that in to you, Uncle Ken."
	He grunted, and said, "I need the exercise, honey.  
I'll go run the water, then get Dana."
	Ken was on the way out when the phone rang, and he 
stopped to answer it."
	"Oh," a sultry, sexy voice said, "is this Mr. 
Sheridan?"
	"Yes, it is.  What can I do for you?"
	"This is Mary Sims, Dr. Larson's nurse.  This is 
my afternoon off, and I wondered if it would be 
convenient for me to stop by and change the dressings 
on Dana's eyes."
	"That's very thoughtful of you, but it isn't 
necessary.  You don't have to go to that trouble.  
Either my sister or myself can bring her in to the 
office."
	"Oh, it's no trouble, really," she said in rich 
vibrant tones.  "I live only a block from you, in the 
Castle Apartments.  I think a lot of Dana, and it's not 
out of my way at all."
	"Well, if you want to, it would be very nice.  My 
sister has the car, and I don't know when we could make 
it.  Some time around noon, then?"
	"Yes.  I'll see you then.  'Bye."
	"Was that the doctor's office?" Nancy asked when 
he hung up the receiver.
	"Yeah.  The nurse."
	"Miss Sims.  She's really nice.  And, boy, is she 
pretty!"
	"Oh?"  Ken's interest perked up.  If she had looks 
to go with that voice . . .!  "Are you sure she isn't 
married?"
	"She doesn't wear any rings, I know that."
	"Well, she's going to be by here around noon.  
Make sure you have some clothes on by then.  I'll take 
Dana to my bathroom in case you want to shower."
	"Okay."
	Ken went to his bedroom, started the water in the 
master bath, then went to get his youngest daughter.  
She was sitting on the side of her bed, listening to 
her tapes, her covered eyes staring sightlessly at the 
floor.
	"Ready for your bath, sweetheart?"
	"Yeah, I suppose.  Who was that on the phone, 
Daddy?"
	"Miss Sims.  She's coming over to take care of 
your eyes."
	"Oh, darn it!  I was hoping it would be the 
doctor, and that he'd take these stupid patches off for 
good."
	He sensed her depressed mood, and felt compassion 
for her, but tried to keep his manner light.  "C'mon, 
kitten.  You can't give up when it's almost over.  
Let's go get that bath."
	He helped her up, then guided her down the hall 
and through his room to the bath.  After slipping her 
yellow gown off, he eased her down on the closed toilet 
seat and checked the water in the tub.
	"Warm or hot, Dana?"
	"About medium." She sighed sadly.  "I feel so darn 
dumb having to have everyone do things for me like 
this."
	"Nobody minds, baby."  He turned off the water and 
shrugged out of his robe.  After standing her in the 
tub, he asked, "Would you like me to wash you?  It'd 
probably be easier."
	Dana raised and dropped her shoulders 
unconcernedly.  "I don't care.  If you want to."
	"Of course I do."  His cock was rock hard as he 
soaped a cloth and began rubbing it over her delicious 
youthful body.  She stood very still while he washed 
her, not flinching when he touched her tits, cunt or 
ass.  Both of them remained silent while he rinsed her, 
paying particular attention to her fleecy pussy, her 
tits, and the deep dark crack of her ass.
	"That doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked 
huskily when he was through and staring at her wetly 
glistening figure while his stiff organ danced in front 
of him.
	"No," she replied simply.  "I'm getting used to it 
now."
	Grabbing a towel, he dried her off to the waist, 
feeling her supple girlish form arouse him maddeningly.  
It was more than just a mere sexual desire.  It was a 
deep-rooted lust that constricted his throat and made 
his balls suck up into his groin.  Obeying an impulse 
that roared through him like a horrendous wave, he bent 
over and began brushing his lips over her fleshy 
titties and kissing her nipples tenderly.
	"Daddy!" she said aghast.  "What are you doing?"
	"Just kissing you," he replied hoarsely.  "Doesn't 
it feel good?"
	"I'm . . . not sure.  Are you supposed to do 
that?"
	"If I love you, yes."
	He lifted one of her feet and placed it on the tub 
rim, then crouched down to dry her legs.  His face was 
only scant inches from her puffy-lipped cunt covered 
with blonde curls, and the neatness of the virgin nest 
made his hands tremble.  He rubbed her down, then had 
her step out while he dried her feet.  The instant he 
was through, Ken discarded the towel and began kissing 
her stomach, abdomen and pelvis, caressing her buns at 
the same time.
	"Daddy, I . . . wish you wouldn't do that," Dana 
whimpered.
	Ken paused in his oral petting to look up between 
the cleavage of her magnificent breasts.  "Why not, 
princess?"
	A small shiver ran through her, and her hands 
tightened on his shoulders.  "It makes me feel all 
funny.  I . . . I can't really explain it.  I don't 
know what it is."
	His prick was leaping with urgency for release, 
and only her plaintive plea reached into his lust-
fogged mind.  Nancy's nudity had started his juices 
flowing, and now Dana's bare body was driving him to 
such a frenzied state he nearly forgot any sense of 
morality or decency.  With an anguished moan coming 
from deep in his throat, he rose on rubbery legs, 
accidentally sliding the hard smooth head of his tool 
across her belly.
	Dana sucked in her breath sharply and 
involuntarily grabbed for the strange object that had 
touched her.  The second she felt the massive, ridged 
pole, she jerked her hand back as though his rod were 
fiery hot.
	"I'm so sorry, Daddy!" she wailed.  "I didn't 
know!  I thought you had your . . . oh, God!" Pressing 
her face against his chest, she began to cry.
	"Hey, honey.  Don't do that.  There's nothing 
wrong.  It was just one of those things.  Don't cry 
now.  Please."
	The brief feel of her hand on his member had 
ignited him even further, and now, holding her soft 
warm body against his, the blazing demands of his loins 
were beyond control.  Reaching for her hand, he curled 
her fingers around his thrumming piston and held them 
there, talking to her calmly and soothingly.
	"See, darling?  There's nothing to be afraid of.  
It's only another part of my body, like my hand or my 
arm.  It can't hurt you.  Feel it."
	Dana was terrified, but didn't want to do anything 
that would disappoint or upset her father.  Choking 
back sobs, she let him rub her hand up and down his 
thing, feeling the vast difference between the thick 
hairy shaft and the silken bulbous tip.  It burned 
against her palm, yet in a way it was fascinating.
	"There, honey," Ken crooned, stroking her long 
tresses as he kissed her cheek, throat and bare 
shoulder.  "That's not so bad, is it?  I felt you, now 
you can feel me."
	The girl sniffed as she flattened her tits against 
him and held the thing in her grip.  She knew boys were 
different than girls, but had never seen a real penis, 
and the size of it filled her with awe, especially the 
enormous knob on the end.
	"It's . . . it's awfully hard, isn't it, Daddy?  
Is it always like that?"
	"No, sweet.  You know what it is, don't you?"
	"I think so."
	"And what it's used for?"
	"No, not really.  Nobody's ever told me.  Should I 
know?"
	Ken kissed her forehead and ear while sliding his 
hands down her back and over her taut buttocks.  "No, 
hon.  I guess you're too young yet.  You will soon 
enough, though."
	She was still pumping his organ lightly, gliding 
her tiny hand from the root to the crown, apparently 
over the initial shock of feeling and stroking a man's 
muscle.  Ken was tempted to thrust his straining peter 
through her fist, but was afraid that the humping might 
frighten her.  Scalding jizz was rushing through his 
groin, heading for his dick, and he knew he was going 
to blow off soon.
	"Sit down on the stool, kitten," he moaned, "and 
keep doing what you're doing!  It makes me feel very 
good!"  Placing his hands in her arm pits, he lowered 
her onto the toilet, then stood in front of her to 
watch her jack him off.
	"Does it really feel good?" she asked wonderingly.  
"How come?"
	He wound his fingers in her hair and fought to 
stop the quaking in his legs.  "I'll explain some other 
time, darling!  Just don't stop!  Oh, baby!  God!  Kiss 
it, honey!  Only the end!  Kiss it, Dana!"
	Pulling her head toward him, he wiped the swollen 
head of his joint across her pink lips, feeling her hot 
breath swirling around his jumping peter and aching 
nuts.  He was committed now, and had to cum.  The river 
of boiling sperm couldn't be stopped.  It was flowing 
through the tubes in his pelvis and had nearly reached 
the base of his poker.
	"FASTER, HONEY!  FASTER!  OH DAMN, MY LOVELY BABY!  
KISS IT, DANA!  SQUEEZE IT HARDER!  OH, GOD!  I'M 
CLOSE!  I'M SSSOOO CLOSE!"
	Backing up a step, he released the flood gates in 
his prick and allowed the jetting stream to pour forth 
and spray Dana's tits and chest.  As the thick liquid 
hosed her, it dribbled down over her bare cones and 
dripped off her large nipples onto her thighs.  Her 
mouth hung open until the last squirts had pelted her, 
then she looked up at Ken's face although she couldn't 
see him.
	"Daddy!  What happened!  What was that stuff!  I 
can't see!"
	He was still shaking from his powerful 
ejaculation, and his breathing was strangled.  When 
finally he was able to speak, he said, "Don't let it 
upset you, honey.  It was supposed to happen that way."
	"But what was it?" she insisted removing her hand 
from his cock and gingerly feeling the viscous wetness 
covering her front.  "It's hot, and it feels real 
weird!"
	"It's semen, Dana," he said ashamedly.  "That's, 
well, what makes babies."  Reaching for a wash cloth, 
he wet it with warm water and began wiping the girl 
off, a sense of revulsion and pure disgust washing 
through him.
	"I don't get it," she said with a puzzled frown.  
"How can you make babies like that?"
	"Let's not talk about it now, baby," he said, 
furious with himself.  "One of these days we'll have a 
talk, and I'll explain everything to you."
	"I sure hope it's soon," she said as he helped her 
up and draped the nightie over her.  "I don't 
understand anything about it."
	Ken put his robe on, then led the girl back to her 
room and put her in bed, realizing fully how close he 
had come to insisting that she suck him off.  It was 
crazy, but true!  He actually wanted to have sex with 
both his daughters!  With his mind in that sorry 
condition, he knew he would have to avoid them as much 
as possible while Lynn was gone, or at least make sure 
they were fully dressed whenever he was around them.  
Things were getting out of hand, and it was damned 
serious!
	"Are you going to stay and talk to me for a 
while?" she asked when she was settled.
	He looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was 
eleven-thirty, giving him ample time to dress before 
the nurse got there.  "Sure, kitten.  What do you want 
to talk about?"
	"For serious and real?"
	"Of course."  He pulled the chair over and sat 
down.  "What's on your mind?"
	"Well, are Aunt Lynn and the kids going to live 
with us from now on?"
	"I don't know, Dana.  I hadn't really thought 
about it.  Why?  Don't you like them?"
	"Weeelll, yeah.  But, you know what happened in 
the bathroom just now?  I think I kinda liked it, even 
though I couldn't see what was going on.  If they stay 
here, we couldn't do that any more."
	Ken leaned forward and hung his head.  "Honey, we 
can't do it again no matter what happens.  I made a 
mistake, but I won't do it again."
	"What mistake?  Jeez, Daddy, I wish you'd tell 
me."
	"Fathers and daughters are something special.  
They don't do things like that.  It's sort of hard to 
explain."
	She paused, then said, "I think I understand.  You 
think I'm still a little girl, don't you?"
	"Let's face it, honey, you are.  And I want you to 
stay that way as long as possible.  Okay?"
	Dana expelled a deep breath.  "All right.  If you 
won't talk about that, will you tell me about your 
trip?"
	He had to get out of there, no matter how much he 
wanted to stay.  The sight of her lying on the bed, 
practically inviting a fuck, was too much for him.  He 
got up and covered her, then bent down for a kiss.
	"Hon, I have to get dressed, now.  Miss Sims will 
be here very soon.  After she's gone, we'll get you 
dressed and you can sit in the living room with me.  
Would you like that?"
	"Sure.  Just as long as we can be together."
	"Right.  I'll see you in a little while."
	As he was going down the hall, he saw that Nancy's 
bedroom door was open, and looked in.  The young girl 
was wearing only a pair of brief panties, and was bent 
over, pulling on a pair of shorts.  Her fantastic tits 
flopped as she straightened up to give him a wide 
smile.
	"I've had my shower, and I'm almost ready to go.  
Want me to do anything before I leave?"
	"I don't think so.  Have fun, but be back by 
supper time."
	"I will.  I'll just be across the street, anyway."
	Ken noticed that she was staring at his robe where 
his penis would be, and after buttoning up her shorts, 
she made no effort to pick up and put on the halter 
that was lying atop the dresser.  He let his eyes stray 
to her titties for a second, then waved good-bye and 
went on to his room.
	He had hung up his robe and was laying out the 
things he was going to wear when the door opened and 
Nancy took a halting step in.  She wordlessly gave his 
soft cock and hanging balls a frankly curious 
appraisal, then flashed him a grin.
	"I'm going now.  Just thought I'd let you know."
	"Fine.  Thank you."  When she didn't move, he 
asked, "Was there something else, Nancy?"
	"I guess not."  She pointed to his wilted prick.  
"Is that your pee-pee, Uncle Ken?"
	Not knowing how to answer that, he nodded dumbly.
	Nancy squinched up her nose.  "I don't think I'd 
want one of those.  Gotta go, now.  'Bye."
	Ken was chuckling to himself as he began dressing.  
Maybe he was all wrong about the girls and what Lynn 
permitted around the house.  If that was all the 
interest they had in male genitals, he had nothing to 
worry about.  After combing his hair, he headed for the 
kitchen and a drink.
	It was a little after twelve by the time he had 
his highball made, so he sat down in the front room to 
await the arrival of Miss Sims.  Her sexy voice and 
Nancy's statement had piqued his interest, and he found 
himself getting anxious to see what this female looked 
like.  He didn't have long to wait.  At precisely 
twelve-twenty, the door bell rang.
	When he answered it, the vision that greeted him 
took his breath away for a moment.  Miss Sims was a 
petite brunette with large violet eyes set in a face 
that was absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a white 
nurse's uniform that clung tenaciously to a superb 
figure, along with the standard white stockings and 
shoes.
	"I take it you're Mr. Sheridan," she said, smiling 
at his quite obvious dumfoundedness. "I'm Miss Sims.  
May I come in?"
	"Absolutely!"  He stepped aside and waved her into 
the living room.  "You're very prompt."
	"Thank you.  I'll go right in and see Dana."
	"Of course.  It's through the hall to your . . ."
	"I know," she interrupted him.  "I've been here 
several times.  Please excuse me."
	Now, that would be a piece of ass and a half, he 
thought as he watched her disappear into the hallway.  
Damn!
	He resumed his seat and stared thoughtfully out of 
the front window while he sipped his drink.  Miss Sims 
would be a perfect replacement for Lynn while she was 
gone, and would also take the pressure off him about 
the girls.  Provided, that is, he could get into her 
pants.
	A good excuse to keep her there for a while was to 
talk about Dana and her eye problem.  With any luck at 
all, he could at least make a date with her and see 
what would happen.  She seemed to be about thirty, and 
that was just the right age for a woman to know what 
it's all about.
	He was pondering how to go about it and just what 
he would say when the nurse returned and he stood up.  
"How are the eyes coming along?"
	She remained standing in the middle of the room, 
looking at him saucily.  "They're just fine.  The 
patches should be able to come off in three or four 
days.  She did ask me a curious question, though, for a 
girl her age."
	"Oh?  What?"
	"She wanted to know what semen was."



Chapter 4

	Ken was somewhat abashed by her remark, but took 
it in stride and didn't let his feelings show, since he 
didn't know exactly what Dana had said.  "Well, Miss 
Sims, I don't find that so strange.  I would assume 
that to be a natural question to ask a woman in your 
profession, wouldn't you?"
	"Frankly, Mr. Sheridan, I would have thought that 
. . . well, your sister is taking care of her in your 
absence, and since Dana has no mother, she should have 
explained the facts of life to her."
	Partly to find out what Dana had said, and partly 
to see just what kind of a woman this was, he asked, 
"Look, if you've got a few minutes, I'd like to talk to 
you . . . about Dana. Since you're off, would you care 
for a drink?  Or a cup of coffee?"
	A smile played on her lips as she eyed him 
speculatively.  "Thank you.  I have some time.  If you 
don't mind, I'd like a drink.  It doesn't matter what."
	"Wonderful.  Sit down, please.  I'll be right 
back."
	When he returned with a highball, he found her 
sitting down with her attractive legs crossed, her 
dress high on her shapely thighs.  He handed her the 
glass, then dropped into his chair and lit a cigarette 
while he mentally evaluated the possibilities of 
getting into her cunt.
	She hoisted her glass, took a sip, then said, 
"Very good.  It's just what I needed.  Thank you.  Mr. 
Sheridan, please don't misinterpret what I said.  No 
criticism was meant.  It's only that fifteen-year-old 
girls today are for the most part not at all naive or 
bashful about sex.  It merely surprised me that Dana 
didn't know what sperm was."
	"I'd rather you call me Ken.  You see, the problem 
is probably a little deeper than you may realize.  I'm 
an engineer, and because of my particular talents, I 
have to be gone much of the time, and I'm afraid I 
haven't guided my daughter as I should."
	The corners of her lips turned up in a smile, but 
there was much more than that in her eyes.  "I know, 
Ken.  Dana is very proud of you.  She's discussed you 
many times with me, since Dr. Larson is the family 
physician and I've seen her often.  Check-ups and the 
like.  We've become pretty good friends."  She had 
noticed where Ken's eyes were wandering, and 
deliberately recrossed her legs seductively.  "And, my 
name is Mary."
	He made no effort to avert his eyes, and watched 
her movements with intense concentration.  "At any 
rate, it's an unusual and sometimes difficult situation 
at best . . . Mary. I've told my sister, Lynn, to be 
very strict with Dana, and I'm afraid she took me 
seriously, particularly in the matter of sex 
education."
	"I can understand that.  Your sister is trying to 
be protective in that area, and I think that's 
admirable.  However, I've seen many cases where 
ignorance has resulted in more problems than good 
instruction.  After all, a person, especially a young 
and attractive girl, should be forewarned of the 
pitfalls before she falls into them, don't you think?"
	Ken mulled that over, then nodded.  "Yes, Lynn and 
I talked this over, and we plan to handle it as soon as 
we can."
	The nurse leaned forward, giving him a view of the 
tight cleft showing at the top of her dress where her 
large tits were pressed together.  "To be honest, Ken, 
you'd be doing Dana a service.  You have no idea how 
many girls even younger than Dana come into our office 
either pregnant or with venereal disease. They get into 
trouble simply because they don't know what the score 
is."
	Lynn's statements came rushing back to him, and it 
began to dawn on him that his sister had been totally 
correct.  It was he who had been out of step with what 
was going on in the world, and it didn't set well.  He 
would have to change his thinking, and as soon as 
possible.
	"You don't think that Dana has . . .?" He couldn't 
finish the frightening question.
	"No, of course not.  But she is a pretty girl with 
a figure that is going to give boys ideas.  My advice 
is to lay things out for her as soon as you can, and as 
bluntly as you can."
	"And Nancy?"
	"The same thing.  Don't pull any punches.  Medical 
terms are only used for reports, and don't mean a thing 
to children.  Tell it like it is, as they say."
	During the conversation, Ken had been more than a 
little distracted by the woman's stocking-covered 
thighs and the swells of her breasts showing above her 
uniform.  His prick had been swelling gradually, 
sliding down against his thigh and making a bulge in 
the leg of his slacks.  He hadn't realized how apparent 
it was until she nodded at his crotch, her violet eyes 
smoky.
	"Ken, I believe you're getting an erection.  Am I 
getting to you, or is it the talk?"
	He hastily covered his lap, startled by her abrupt 
comment, and felt his face flush.  All he could think 
of to say in reply was, "You're mistaken, Mary."
	"Oh, please, Ken.  I'm a nurse remember?  I know a 
hard-on when I see it.  Do you want me?  Is that it?  
Or do you want to go climb into bed with your 
daughter?"
	"You've got it all wrong!" he said sharply, 
suddenly on the defensive.  "I wasn't thinking anything 
of the kind."
	There was a smoldering expression of lust on her 
face as she set her drink aside and looked at him.  
"Nonsense.  You're a virile handsome male with all the 
natural instincts.  You're a widower, and you've been 
gone a long time.  I just saw Dana in her gown, and 
that's enough to turn any male on.  Then there's the 
point about her question."
	"What's that supposed to mean?  Do you think I've 
done anything to her?"
	The beautiful nurse shook her head.  "I have no 
idea, but it's the first time she's ever asked me 
anything about sex, and it happened right after you got 
back.  I can at least put two and two together."
	Ken was beginning to fathom the fact that she saw 
through him completely, and he was not only worried, 
but also irked that she would come on so strong.  "And 
what would you say if I said I did want you?"
	"Take you up on it.  I've seen your picture and 
heard about you, and now that we're face-to-face, I'm 
ready.  I'm not a bad lady, but I'm not stupid enough 
to think I could compete with a young virgin.  It's up 
to you."
	"All right."  He decided to call her bluff.  
Unzipping his fly, he whipped out his cock that was 
nearly at full extension and let her look at it.  "If 
you want it, here it is."
	She uttered an involuntary gasp when she saw his 
monstrous, vibrating organ, and her hand dropped to her 
pelvis.  "Oh, Ken!  It's just as wonderful as I knew it 
would be!  Are we going to be alone for a while?"
	"Yes, except for Dana."
	"I closed her door, so she can't hear us."  Mary 
stood up with her purse.  "I'm going to the bathroom.  
I'll be back in a minute."
	He hurried across the room to lock the front door 
just in case, then returned to his chair and began 
stroking the sensitive organ that was soon going to be 
embedded in Mary's juicy twat.  She came back a moment 
later and put her purse down.
	"Ready?" the nurse asked.
	"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"
	"No.  I like to do it dressed.  Makes me feel like 
I'm being raped.  On the floor or the couch?"
	"The floor.  But at least take your tits out."
	Ken slid off the chair to his knees and waited 
while she undid the top buttons of her uniform.  Then 
she unhooked three snaps in the center of her brassiere 
and pulled it apart to expose two massive tits with 
brown, hard nipples.
	"I always wear a maternity bra," she said as she 
sank onto her back on the carpet.  "It makes things 
easier."
	As he began crawling toward her, she lifted her 
hips and pulled her dress up to her waist.  She had 
taken her panties off, but left on the garter belt that 
held up her stockings.  At that point, Ken stopped and 
gawked with astonishment.  Her cunt was as bald as a 
baby's!  There wasn't a hair on her pelvis, pussy lips, 
or in her crotch!
	"Do you like that?" she asked coyly.  "Most guys 
do.  They say it's like fucking a little girl's cunny.  
I shave it every other day, like I do my legs."
	"I've never seen anything like it!" he replied 
truthfully.
	When she parted her thighs and drew her knees up, 
he still couldn't move forward.  The sight was too 
much.  The scalped puffy outer lips were spread, as 
were the petal-like inner folds.  Her clitoris was 
hard, and stuck up like the tip of a little finger.  He 
could see right into the gaping hole of her pussy, 
where fluid was oozing out in a tiny trickle.
	"Well," she said, panting hard, "aren't you going 
to fuck me?"
	"Jesus Christ, yes!"  Inching up to her, he bent 
down and rubbed his lips over the satiny skin of her 
twat, licked at the sweet honey, then teased her clit 
with his tongue.
	"Gggaaahhh!  Ooohhh!  I knew you'd be good at it!  
Lick it, sweet!  Lap that creamy fuck hole!  Hhhuuuhhh!  
Aaahhh!  Aaahhh!"
	Raising his head, he creeped up on top of her to 
suck each of her tremendous tits individually, nuzzling 
his face into their warm softness, then squirmed upward 
until he could brush the head of his dick on her 
hairless snatch.  She had been right.  It did feel like 
a kid's cunny!
	"Don't play around!" she moaned, writhing her wet 
crotch against him.  "I want a fuck, not love!  Jab it 
in, for God's sake!  Give me that beautiful piece of 
meat!  Gggaaahhh!  Oh, hurry!  Hurry!"
	She reached between them for his rigid pole and 
jammed the tip into her slimy hole.  Then, grabbing his 
ass with both hands, she lunged upward, burying his 
piston to the hilt in her steamy sheath.
	"Mary!  Hhhuuunnnggghhh!  Goddamn, what a cunt!  
Uuunnnggghhh!  Now show me what a good lay you are!  
Fuck me!  Use that twat like you meant it!"

*     *     *

	Dana lay quietly on her bed after the nurse had 
put drops in her eyes.  She was waiting impatiently for 
her father, who had promised to come in when Miss Sims 
had left, to tell him that while the patches had been 
off, she had been able to see, though her vision was a 
little watery.
	She thought she heard faint voices, but couldn't 
be quite sure.  Anyway, if she did it was probably Aunt 
Lynn or Nancy, and she was anxious to tell them the 
good news, too.  Everything was going to be all right 
now, and pretty soon she would be normal again.
	Unable to keep her good news to herself, she 
finally slipped out of bed and felt her way cautiously 
to the door to the hall.  Finding the knob, she turned 
it, then began walking forward with her hand against 
the wall to guide her.  She hadn't gone three steps 
before she could distinctly hear heavy breathing, then 
Miss Sims's whimpering voice.
	"Fuck me, Ken!  Oh, Lord, get it way up inside me!  
Ream that cunt!  Hhhuuuhhh!  Huh!  Huh!  Ooohhh!  Fuck!  
Fuck!  Your prick is so Goddamn huge!  Don't take it 
easy on me!  Pound my cunt!  Oh, Ken!  Hhhuuuhhh!  Huh!  
Huh!  Huh!"
	"You're getting it all, baby!" Ken groaned.  
"Every last damn inch of it!  Hhhuuunnnggghhh!  Keep it 
up!  Hunch your ass!  Fuck, you gorgeous little whore!  
Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!  Squeeze it!  Snap on it!  
Aaaggghhh!  Aaaggghhh!"
	Dana was padding onward stealthily, searching for 
the door to the living room, trying to make her 
youthful mind decipher the words that were ringing in 
her ears.  Most of it didn't make sense to her at all.  
Why should her father and the nurse be talking to each 
other like that?  As far as she knew, they'd never met 
until today.
	"More, Daddy, more!" Mary was sobbing. "Oh, God, 
make me cum!  Make me cum hard!  Drive it into me!  
Rape me!  HUH!  HUH! OH!  OH!  THAT'S MY LOVER!  DEEP!  
DEEP!"
	Ken could hear the noisy schlucking sound of his 
prick as he speared it into her milk-filled vagina and 
banged his cockhead against her uterus again and again.  
Her legs were wrapped around him and locked together, 
and her nails were raking his back.
	"Fuck, you little whore bitch!" he grunted.  
"Screw like a nympho!  Hump!  You were right!  You're a 
fantastic fuck!  Tell me when you're ready, honey!  I'm 
trying to hold it!"
	Daddy?  Lover?  Rape?  Whore?   Bitch? Dana knew 
or had heard those words before, but why were they 
saying them to each other?  Why?  They sounded as 
though they were in pain, too!  What were they doing?  
What was going on?
	When her groping hand finally located the door 
jamb, the only sounds in the air were grunts and 
simpers and the fleshy thump of bodies hitting 
together.  Her heart was in her throat, and her legs 
seemed incapable of holding her up.  She thought of 
speaking to let them know she was there, but something 
held her back, something she sensed rather than knew.
	But she had to see!  She just had to!
	Reaching up to her forehead for the tape that held 
the patch to her right eye, she carefully peeled it 
down.  For a moment everything was a blur because of 
the drops that had just been put in.  She blinked, 
squinted, then blinked again, trying to bring things 
into focus.
	Then she saw, and everything in her world all at 
once became unreal.
	Her father was lying on top of Miss Sims, pushing 
something that was sticking out of his pants into her.  
It didn't dawn on her at that moment that the thing was 
what she had held in the bathroom, as it was now 
covered with white cream that matted the hair on it.  
Dana could also see that the woman had her legs high, 
circling his waist, and that her bare breast was 
squished out from under his chest.
	"I'm getting close, Ken!" Mary yelped.  "I'm 
getting there!  Harder!  Oh, damn you, harder!  Fuck 
me!  OH!  OH!  OH!  KEN!"
	"I'M GOING TO CUM!" Ken groaned loudly.  "Damn!  
Mary!  Let it go!  Jesus! Can't hold it!  Mary!"
	His legs jerked and his body tensed as the molten 
river of cum spewed from his jumping prick into the 
nurse's belly, pouring forth in jet after jet, filling 
the brunette's tunnel to overflowing.  It seeped out 
past his impaled joint into her cunt's furrow, and his 
last thrusts were making squishy noises.
	"Ken!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  I'm doing it!  I'm 
cccuuummmiiinnnggg!  Oh, Christ, it's heavenly!"
	Mary arched off the rug in passion as the flaming 
explosion ripped through her.  She dug the heels of her 
shoes into the crack of his ass to draw him even 
further into her, scarcely aware of the chafing zipper 
that was sawing against her vulva.  Then she went limp 
and hugged him close, whimpering with pleasure as her 
climax slowly dissipated.
	Ken nuzzled her satiny throat until he could catch 
his breath, then slithered his dripping organ from her 
sopping twat and sat back on his haunches, staring at 
the coral oval of her twat where the inner lips had 
been spread and flattened by his groin.  Fuck juice was 
trickling from her dilated hole, and running down over 
her asshole.
	"Was that good enough, ma'am?" he asked jokingly.
	She placed both hands on her abdomen and moaned 
softly.  "I should hope so!  God, I feel like I've just 
been taken by a pile driver!  Ooohhh!  That was some 
fuck, Mr. Sheridan!"
	"Glad you liked it.  I know I sure as hell did."
	Dana turned away from the scene, her mind reeling, 
and raced back to her room with the patch still off so 
she could see.  Once in her bed, she replaced the tape 
on her forehead and laid there shivering, struggling to 
comprehend what her father had done.
	"Better hit the bathroom again," Mary said, 
gathering her legs together and rising to her feet.  
"You must have hosed a gallon into me."
	"The way my balls feel, I believe it," Ken said, 
feeling a tic in his thighs as he rose.
	He went to the kitchen to wash his cum-streaked 
cock with a wet paper towel, and when he was tucking 
his wilted pecker back, he noticed that his slacks were 
soaking wet around the fly.  He dried them as best he 
could, then returned to his chair and drink.
	"Well, what's the verdict?" the nurse asked when 
she came back.
	Ken frowned at her, puzzled.  "What do you mean?"
	She sat down and picked up her glass.  "I mean, do 
you want more of the same?  I told you I don't live far 
from here.  All by myself.  You're welcome any time, as 
long as you bring that big old cock with you."
	He grinned and lit a cigarette.  "I'll take you up 
on that, when you're not busy.  I'm sure other studs 
are anxious to get into that hot box of yours."
	She looked at him squarely.  "Don't let what 
happened give you the wrong idea, Ken.  I'm damn 
particular about who I lay.  I may have seemed like a 
slut in white today, and I can be when I want to, but 
it doesn't happen all the time.  I'm independent as 
hell, especially when it comes to who I fuck."
	"I'm sure you are.  Another drink?"
	"No, thank you.  This is my day at the beauty 
parlor.  But I would like to offer you one at my place, 
any time you say.  Are you free this evening?"
	"I don't know yet.  Possibly.  How about if I give 
you a call?
	"I'll be there, ready and waiting."  She took a 
pad and pencil from her large purse and wrote down her 
address and phone number, then handed him the slip of 
paper.  "Call after six. Okay?"
	"Sure."  He stood up and followed her to the door.  
"Maybe next time we can make it a little more 
interesting."
	She turned, giggled, then squeezed his soft tool 
as she stood on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss.  "Wait 
till you see what I can do with my mouth, lover.  I can 
suck your balls right out through your prick."
	Ken laughed as he opened the door.  "I'll just bet 
you can.  Sit tight for my call."
	"I'll sit, but I won't be tight.  'Bye, Ken.  It's 
been fun."
	Going to the window, he watched her swiveling ass 
until she climbed into her new compact car and drove 
away, thinking that she was one of the quickest free 
fucks he had ever had.  And one of the best, too.  The 
thought crossed his mind as he turned away from the 
window and started for his bedroom that she might be 
setting him up to hook him into marriage.
	"No way, baby," he murmured, grinning as he went 
down the hall.  "I'd never be able to trust you out of 
my sight."
	He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the 
shower to wash away the musky aroma of fuck and the 
smell of her perfume.  He wouldn't want the girls to 
suspect what he and the delightful Miss Sims had done.  
When he had toweled himself off, he got into his robe 
again and went out to remove any trace of the nurse's 
stay in the living room.
	It was nearly one-thirty when he poured himself a 
bourbon and water, selected some records, and turned on 
the stereo.  Then he sat down in his recliner to do 
some serious thinking.
	What Mary Sims had said coincided closely with 
Lynn's opinion, and he was beginning to see the merits 
of the argument.  But he had never handled a situation 
like that, and didn't have the faintest notion of how 
it should be done.  His father had spoken to him when 
he was a boy, as his mother had to Lynn, but they 
didn't say much, and since he and his sister had 
already been fucking, they didn't learn a damn thing 
new.
	What good would a talk do?  Sex can't be explained 
with words.  It would be like giving verbal instruction 
on how to drive a car, then expecting the student to 
get behind the wheel and take off.
	He and Lynn had fumbled and experimented for quite 
a while before they had found out how to please each 
other, and it was only through the process of trial and 
error that they had learned.  As far as he knew, all 
the children of their generation had done the same 
thing, even when they got married.
	How the hell do you tell a kid how it feels to 
suck a cock or be sucked, or to eat a pussy or be 
eaten?  How do you explain to a girl that a guy might 
want to drive his prick up her ass? Those things are 
just as important as fucking, and mean just as much.  
Can you say in words how it feels to come?  If there 
was a way to get all that across by discussion, he sure 
as hell didn't know about it.
	Staring gravely at the glass in his hand, he shook 
his head and was reaching for a cigarette when the 
phone rang.  As he went to answer it, he hoped that it 
wasn't his boss asking for the report on his last job, 
the one that he hadn't gotten around to writing.
	"Hi," Lynn said.  "It's me.  I thought I'd better 
let you know I'll be longer than I thought.  We have to 
wait for Toby's new pants to be cuffed, and I still 
haven't picked up the tickets yet.  How are things 
going?"
	"All right.  The nurse was here to take care of 
Dana's eyes."
	"Oh?"  There was a tartness to her voice. "And 
what did you think of that pretty little twist?"
	"She's okay.  Seems to know her job."
	"She knows a helluva lot more than that, dear.  
Better watch out, or she'll have you in bed before you 
know it."
	Ken smiled to himself.  "I can take care of 
myself, Sis."
	"I'm sure.  Well, anyway, have Nancy fix you some 
lunch, if she hasn't already.  We're going to eat down 
here."
	"Nancy's not here, but I'll get something for 
Dana.  Anything else?"
	"No.  See you in a few hours.  'Bye."
	As he hung up.  Ken remembered he had told Dana he 
would bring her out of the bedroom for a while, and 
cursed himself for letting it slip his mind.  He went 
directly to her room, knocked, and opened the door.
	"Sorry I'm so late, honey.  Are you getting 
hungry?  It's way past lunch time."
	The girl rolled her head back and forth on the 
pillow.  "No, Daddy.  I don't have any appetite.  I can 
wait till supper."
	She wanted desperately to ask him about what she 
had seen going on in the living room, but couldn't get 
up the courage to formulate the words.  Even if she 
could, she would have to admit what she had done, and 
didn't know whether he would like it or not.
	Feeling guilty about forgetting his promise, Ken 
said, "If you want, we can get you dressed now and go 
into the living room for a while."
	"Yeah, I'd like that," she said, sitting up, "but 
I have to go to the bathroom first."
	"Let's go, then."
	He helped her to the bathroom, waited while she 
pulled her gown up to her waist, then eased her down 
onto the toilet seat.  To his surprise, she started 
pissing right away without asking him to step outside.  
As he stared at her furry twat and listened to the 
urine pour into the bowl, his cock began to rise 
quickly.  It seemed impossible, after the screwing he'd 
just had, but there it was.
	They didn't exchange a word while she wiped 
herself, then let him lead her back to her bedroom.  
When she was seated on the bed, she smiled and reached 
for his hand, gripping it tightly.
	"Guess what, Daddy?"
	"What, sweetheart?"
	"I can see!  Really!  When the nurse took the 
patches off to change them, I could actually see!  
Isn't that great!"
	"Wonderful!"  He hugged her and kissed her cheek.  
"Now, let's find you some clothes."



Chapter 5

	Multitudinous thoughts were rolling around inside 
Ken's head as he rummaged through Dana's dresser 
drawers in search of something for the girl to wear.  
He found shorts, panties, bra and sweater, then in the 
closet he came across a pair of sandals.  All the time 
he was hunting, the pretty nymph remained on the bed, 
hands clasped, listening to his movements quietly.
	"There, I think that should do," he said finally, 
bringing the things over and laying them next to her.  
"Are you going to need some help?"
	"Uh huh," she said, rising.  "I can't tell the 
front from the back of the darn stuff."
	He smiled as he helped her out of the nightie. 
"Okay.  That's what I'm here for."
	"Daddy," Dana said timidly as she lifted her arms 
for him, "I think there's something I should tell you."
	"Oh?  What's that?"  There was a catch in his 
throat as he tossed the gown aside and stared at his 
daughter's tremendous tits and ringlet-covered cunt.
	She lowered her arms and tilted her face in his 
direction.  "I hope you won't be mad, but I asked Nurse 
Sims what semen was."
	"And what did she say?" he asked, trying to sound 
as blase as he could.
	"Well, she said a man puts his seed in a girl, and 
they have a baby."
	"That's about right."  He picked up her brief 
panties, striving to maintain his self-control, but 
feeling his cock beginning to extend.
	"But, where does he put the seed?  That's the part 
I still don't understand.  Can't you tell me?  Miss 
Sims said I'm old enough to know those things."
	He stood facing her, the sheer panties dangling 
from his limp fingers as he scanned the girl's 
luscious, satiny figure, knowing that it would take 
only a few simple acts to change her from a naive girl 
into an aware woman., Both his sister and the nurse had 
nearly convinced him what had to be done, but his 
conscience was still putting up a fight.
	"Honey, can't you wait just a little while until 
Aunt Lynn gets back?  She can tell you what you need to 
know much better than I can."
	"I'd rather you told me, Daddy.  You're my father.  
If Mom was here, she'd do it, wouldn't she?"
	Ken nodded mutely, forgetting for the moment that 
Dana couldn't see him.  "Yes, I suppose she would.  Sit 
down, and I'll do the best I can.  I'm not used to this 
sort of thing."
	She felt his weight when he dropped down on the 
mattress next to her, then turned with her hands folded 
primly in her bare lap.  She could hear his raspy 
breathing and sensed that he was nervous, but didn't 
know why.  "Okay.  I'm ready."
	"Well, baby," he began slowly, "you know what my 
penis feels like."
	"Uh huh."
	His next words came out in a rush.  "A man puts 
his penis in a hole between a girl's legs and then his 
semen goes into her womb, where the baby starts."
	"You mean down here?" she asked, shyly placing the 
tips of her fingers on the pouting lips of her fluffy 
pussy.
	"Yes."  His hands were quivering, and he had to 
grab his knees to keep them still.  "The same opening 
where you menstruate from."
	"God!" she gasped, recoiling.  "It's too big to 
fit in there!"
	"No, it's not, sweet."  He gritted his teeth and 
swallowed, feeling a burgeoning surge of excitement as 
he watched her touch her girlish cunny.  "Here, let me 
show you what I mean.  Lay back."
	Dana fell back willingly, folding her hands on her 
abdomen, her legs draped over the side of the bed.  Ken 
pushed her velvety thighs apart tenderly, then rested 
on an elbow while he caressed the girl's down-covered 
twat.  Spreading her vulval lips, he began fondling her 
labia, parting the petal-like folds to rub the slick 
canyon with the tip of his index finger.  She winced 
slightly, then let the tension flow from her as he 
titillated her sensitive love nest.
	"Ooohhh, Jeez, Dad!" she whimpered.  "That makes 
me feel all funny again, like it did when you gave me a 
bath!"
	"I know, honey," he crooned, his dick leaping 
beneath his robe.  "It's supposed to.  Have you ever 
heard that part of you is called a cunt, or anything 
like that?"
	"No."
	"Well, that's what it is, and this is what a guy 
is supposed to do to it.  It makes the girl wet.  Can 
you feel it?"
	"Uh huh.  I'm starting to.  I tickle inside, too."
	"Good.  Now, my penis is called a cock or prick.  
I'm going to show you with my finger how it goes inside 
a girl.  All right?"
	Delightful tremors were fluttering through her, 
but she was still reluctant.  She had thought all they 
would do is talk, and this was totally unexpected.  
"Will it hurt?"
	"Of course not.  All women do it.  It's the only 
way they can have children."
	"Okay, then.  I sure feel weird, though.  It would 
be a lot better if I could see what you're doing."
	"All you have to do is feel it, baby.  Sex is 
usually done in the dark, anyway."
	The delicate mouth of her vagina was becoming 
moist as he rimmed it with his finger, but it was not 
wet enough yet for insertion.  While he thumbed her 
dainty little clitoris gently, he lowered his head and 
began kissing her fleshy tits, wiping his lips across 
her pink nipples and feeling them harden.
	"Daddy!" she panted.  "Oh, wow!  I'm getting 
scared!  Really strange things are going on in my 
tummy!  Jeepers!  This is too much!"
	"It's all right," he whispered, feeling her 
vibrate under his loving caresses.  "There's nothing to 
be afraid of.  Daddy's only trying to show you what sex 
feels like.  Once you see, you'll understand how 
beautiful it is."
	In her world of darkness, all Dana could go by 
were the joyous tingles that seemed to reverberate 
through her torso and limbs.  His lips and hand were 
light, yet in a way demanding, on her body, forcing 
contractions in her abdomen that were similar to her 
menstrual cramps but infinitely more wonderful.
	When a tiny trickle of dew began to seep from her 
orifice, Ken carefully inched the tip of his finger 
into her tunnel, cautiously feeling for the membrane of 
her hymen that he was certain she still had.  The tube 
was tight, as he knew it would be, stretching only 
enough to admit his probing digit.
	"Daddy!" she simpered, struggling not to pull away 
or writhe as the thick finger pierced her virginal 
pussy.  "That's enough!  Please!  I see what it's 
like!"
	Ken was still sucking and slurping on her tits, 
the ache in his genitals having grown to agonizing 
proportions.  With his finger in her drooling snatch 
and her lush cones brushing his face, all inhibitions 
had fled, and incestuous lust was making his heart beat 
fiercely in his chest.
	"Ooohhh, baby!" he moaned, his feverish mind 
caught up in the turmoil of heated passion.  "Let Daddy 
give you a climax!  Let me show you what it's like to 
cum!  Lord!  You're such a fantastically perfect girl!"
	"No, Dad!  Don't!  Honest, I've had enough!  
You're really scaring me!  No more!  Please!"
	Even as she was pleading with him, he was sliding 
off the bed to the floor, undoing the sash of his robe 
as he crawled between her parted legs.  The coral-
colored inner lips were open, and he found himself 
staring into the puckered opening of her cunt and the 
pink sphincter of her asshole.
	"Honey, I'm going to lick your cunt and make you 
cum!  You're going to love it!  Just relax and let 
Daddy lap that juicy pussy.  It feels so good you'll 
probably want me to do it again!  Take it easy!  Damn, 
you smell so good!"
	Dana felt his hot, steamy breath against her twat 
and rectum, and while it was pleasant, it wasn't enough 
to dissipate her fears.  Her stomach was churning, and 
there was an uncontrollable tic in her leg muscles.  
Then he was nuzzling the insides of her thighs and 
teasing the furrow in her crotch with his tongue.
	"Daddy, no, please!  You shouldn't!  It's not 
right!  Nnnooo!  Oh, God!  Stop!  Hhhuuuhhh!  Stop!  
Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
	Ken lowered his mouth to the crack of her ass and, 
starting with her anus, he sloshed and swabbed his 
tongue all the way up to her clit, which was now poking 
out of its tiny sheath.  He savored the sweet taste of 
her honey before swallowing it, inhaling deeply her 
fresh girlish scent while he drank her love juice.
	"Dad!  Please don't!  Something's happening inside 
me!  Stop!  OOOHHH, GOD, STOP!"
	He had lifted her legs and had hung them over his 
shoulders, and she was clamping his head with her 
thighs to keep him from burrowing his gobbling mouth 
into her slash.  His tongue was up her now while his 
nose rubbed against that funny little thing that sent 
electric shocks through her.  Her mind was spinning, 
and multicolored lights were flashing behind her 
squinted eyelids.
	Ken could hardly hear her cries with her legs 
pressed so tightly against his ears.  Twirling his 
tongue around in her flaming twat, he moved his hands 
up across her rib cage to cover and knead her plump 
tits.  Through the haze that filled his head, he was 
determined to make her climax, but not at the expense 
of driving his organ into her and taking her cherry.  
That he could not do!
	"Dad!" she shrieked.  "Something crazy is 
happening to me!  Oh, don't!  Dddaaaddd!  Please get 
up!  Stop!  Oh, stop!  I don't want to feel like this!"
	Startling contractions gripped her, making her 
convulse spasmodically.  She lurched off the mattress, 
thrusting her crotch at his face with a crazed abandon 
that overpowered her.  Radiant heat poured out from her 
pelvis to encompass her and make her nipples tingle.  
She clutched his wrists with fierce tenacity until the 
breathtaking sensation passed, then slumped back weakly 
to let the waves of orgasm roll away.
	"Daddy . . . I'm . . . too . . . weak . . . to . . 
. move," she said in a quavering voice.  "I . . . 
didn't . . . know . . . you . . . were . . . going  . . 
. to do . . . that!"
	Ken lowered her feet to the floor, wiped his 
mouth, then rose with his rigid pecker doing a dance in 
front of him.  "Dana, I just didn't know how else to do 
it, to show you.  I'm sorry if it shocked you, but 
couples do that all the time, and there's nothing wrong 
with it.  Do you understand any better now?"
	The girl sat up and rubbed her thighs with clammy 
palms.  "A little bit better.  Is that what a girl 
feels like when a guy puts his whatchmacallit inside 
her?"
	"That's right.  It's almost the same thing."
	"And that stuff, semen, comes out of the guy?  In 
her tummy?"
	"Uh huh.  It's called intercourse, or fucking."  
He looked down at the painfully swollen joint jutting 
out from his pelvis, and wondered if he had the nerve 
to ask her to jack him off again.  He had put her 
through quite enough already, and wasn't sure he should 
ask more of her.
	"Why did you want to suck my breasts?" she asked 
suddenly.  "I thought they were just to feed babies 
with."
	He shook his head sadly as he closed his robe over 
his erection, realizing he should never have started 
this without Lynn's help.  "Almost all men and boys 
like to suck them too, baby."
	"But why?"
	"Because they're nice and soft and they taste 
good.  Are you ready to get dressed, now?"
	She reached down and felt the wetness in the hair 
surrounding her gash.  "I think I should wash up first.  
I'm kinda sticky and messy."
	"Sure, hon.  Take my hand.  Here."
	Leading her to the bathroom, Ken wet a cloth and 
knelt in front of her to wipe off her pussy.  Aching 
twinges were circulating in his prick and testicles, 
and he knew he'd have to get his rocks off soon or wind 
up with blue balls for the rest of the day.  It wasn't 
a pleasant prospect to look forward to.
	"Daddy, what does the girl do to the guy when he 
licks her like you licked me?" Dana, asked, almost as 
though she could read his mind while he dried her 
crotch.
	"Oh, several things," he replied, hanging up the 
towel.
	"Like what?"
	"Well, like holding him the way you did to me this 
morning, or . . . putting her mouth on it."  They said 
to be factual, and damn it, that's what he was going to 
do.
	"Really?" the girl asked, astonished.  "The whole 
thing?"
	"Most of it, anyway.  C'mon.  Let's go get some 
clothes on you."
	"I'll put my hand on it again, if you want me to," 
Dana volunteered as they were going down the hall.  "It 
wasn't bad, and I wouldn't mind."
	She wasn't too enthusiastic about it, but he had 
said it had pleased him, and she was willing to do 
anything in her power to make him happy and keep him 
around for as long as she could.
	"It's nice of you to offer, honey, but it isn't 
necessary.  I think we should get you in the living 
room and surprise your Aunt Lynn when she comes back."
	It wasn't what he meant at all.  He wanted her to 
jerk him off with her small warm hand, but things were 
going too far too fast, and he wasn't sure just where 
he could draw the line.  The taste of her pussy still 
lingered in his mouth, and when he thought of how her 
scalding virgin sheath would feel on his straining dick 
it sent chills up his spine.
	At the bedside, he helped her step into her 
panties and pulled them up, then fitted the cups of her 
bra to her tits, turning her around so he could fasten 
it.  He was an expert at undoing the damn things, but 
he was at a loss at how to connect them again.  He was 
struggling with it intently when the hard nose of his 
stiff joint rubbed against the crack of her ass.  Dana 
silently reached behind her, pushed her hand under his 
robe, and wrapped her fingers around his long thick 
erection.
	Her hold wasn't uncertain this time.  It was firm, 
and she could feel an electric desire exuding from the 
organ in her grasp, but for what she didn't know.  She 
wanted feverishly to rip the patches from her eyes and 
look at her father's muscle, to gaze on it and examine 
it, but knew he would never stand for that.
	"Daddy," she said softly, turning to face him but 
keeping her fist on his penis, "I'll even put my mouth 
on it.  You said that's what girls do."
	Dana's sweet innocence and childish purity were 
tearing him apart.  He knew that what she was doing was 
fighting in her own way for his love and attention, 
acting without guile to make him stay with her and be 
the father he should be.  That knowledge only added to 
his overwhelming desire to make her take the place of 
the wife he had lost.
	"Don't, kitten," he said, his voice a croak. "This 
won't get either of us anywhere.  It'll only make 
things worse."
	"It won't hurt me, will it?"
	"No, but . . .!"  He gripped her shoulders and 
hung his head, wanting to harshly reprimand her, yet 
yearning for her mouth on his sore swollen joint.
	"Then I'll do it," Dana said firmly, sitting down 
on the bed in front of him.  Guided by her hand on his 
cock, she leaned forward and pressed her soft lips 
against the satin-smooth tip of his rod.
	"Oh, God, baby," he moaned, twining his fingers in 
her blonde hair as he stepped up between her feet.  All 
restraint was gone now.  Whatever principles he had had 
were swallowed up in his urgent need for her tender 
mouth on his prick.  Every man has his boundaries, and 
he had overstepped his with carnal intent.  "Suck it, 
sweet!  Jesus!  Take it in your mouth and suck on it!  
Don't hold back!  Use your tongue, too!"
	The girl was holding the root of his tendoned 
peter as she parted her lips and took the gigantic 
poker into her mouth.  The cockhead entered, then the 
hairy shaft.  She tried not to scrape her teeth on it 
as the velvety knob slid over her tongue and rubbed 
against her palate.  Her jaws were opened wide, but 
still the thick penis filled her mouth.
	Ken let her take in as much of his member as she 
could, then began pumping his hips back and forth, 
fucking her mouth with long even strokes and watching 
his tool go in and out of her oral cavity.
	"Suck it, Dana!  Suck, honey!  Oh, Jesus, baby, 
that feels so damn good!  That's it!  Suck harder!  
Make Daddy cum, sweetheart!  Unh!  Unh!  Unh!"
	Dana was amazed at how simple and easy it was to 
please him.  His penis felt good in her mouth, and the 
hair on his shaft tickled her lips as he speared it in 
and out.  Obeying him, she applied suction to the 
immense pole, drawing her cheeks in until she had it 
clamped tight.  It was then that she felt his swinging 
scrotum and reached down with her free hand to cup his 
testicles.  They were like huge marbles enclosed in a 
sack.
	"Lord, Dana, more!  Suck, baby!  OOOHHH, Fuck!  
Fuck!  Your mouth is beautiful!  Blow me off!  Christ, 
you're tremendous!"
	His ass cheeks were clenched tightly and his legs 
quavered as he wormed his thrumming dick deeper and 
deeper into her mouth with each thrust.  It was exactly 
like screwing a tight cunt, and the jizz was already 
bubbling its way toward his organ.  There was nothing 
else in the world now except his daughter's lovely 
mouth, and all he could think of was expelling his load 
into it.
	The girl's jaws were beginning to ache, and she 
was becoming worried as the bulbous cock-head 
penetrated farther down her throat.  It was already 
touching her tonsils, and she was afraid she was going 
to gag if it went any deeper.  Still, she mouthed it as 
best she could, swishing her tongue across his cock as 
he darted in more and more quickly.
	The tendons on Ken's neck stood out sharply and 
his face was beginning to redden as he gripped her head 
tightly and plowed his rod through her lips.  The 
pressure she was applying to his prick was drawing the 
sperm rapidly through his groin, and the starting 
rapture of ejaculation was surging through him.
	"Suck, Dana!  Ooohhh, blow me!  Fffuuuccckkk!  
Lord, what a mouth!  Suck sweet!  Daddy's about ready!  
Oh, fuck!  Fuck!"
	The giant prick punching her mouth was getting 
even larger, and Dana was concerned that she couldn't 
take any more.  Her Dad was already pushing it in so 
far it was touching the back of her throat, and it was 
getting difficult to breathe.  She was nearly at the 
point of backing away when he suddenly withdrew, 
leaving only the head between her lips, and a gush of 
hot thick semen spewed into her mouth.
	The release of his pent-up wad made Ken jerk 
spastically and a violent shudder ran through him.  His 
back arched and his legs bent as he threw his head back 
to stare blindly at the ceiling.
	The explosion took the girl off-guard.  She hadn't 
expected him to shoot off in her mouth, and her cheeks 
bloated with the river of seething cum until she could 
choke it down.  It seemed as though it would never 
stop, but gradually the squirting jets slowed to a 
trickle, and she was able to swallow it all.
	Heaving a deep sigh, Ken took a step backward, 
popping his cock from between her lips.  One look at 
her cum-flecked lips was all it took to make him feel 
weak with shame.  He knelt in front of her and tenderly 
wiped her mouth with the sleeve of his robe.
	"God, honey," he groaned, "I'm so awfully sorry 
that happened.  I . . . I meant to pull out, but I just 
couldn't.  You're not sick or anything, are you?"
	Dana rinsed her mouth with saliva, then said, "No, 
Daddy.  I guess I'm okay.  I didn't know you were going 
to do that is all.  I'll be fine in a minute."
	Putting his arms around her, he pushed his face 
into the valley between her bra-covered tits and hugged 
her tightly.  "Are you sorry that you did it, honey?"
	She circled his neck and pulled him close.
	"Huh, uh, Daddy.  If that's what you wanted, I 
don't care.  As long as you're happy, I am, too."
	He pulled away and got to his feet.  "Do you want 
to finish getting dressed, now?  Everyone else should 
be getting home pretty soon."
	"Yeah, I think I would."
	She rose and stood silently while he helped her on 
with the rest of her things.  Strange and eerie things 
had happened to her while she was sucking him, and she 
was trying to sort them out.  She had felt as she had 
many times when she wanted something special to eat, 
but couldn't make up her mind what.  Then too, there 
was a moisture in her crotch again that she had felt 
when he touched her down there.
	"Daddy," she asked as he was buckling her sandals, 
"did Mom ever do that to you?  Putting her mouth on it, 
I mean?"
	"Yes, she did.  Many, many times."  It couldn't 
harm anything now to admit the facts.
	"Did she like it?"
	He straightened up and patted her on the arm.  
"She certainly did.  She told me so often."
	"Is it better than that other thing?  You know, 
uhh, fucking?"
	"Not better, but just as good.  You see, baby, 
there are a lot of different ways to have sex.  Some of 
them we haven't talked about yet, but you'll learn 
about them in time."
	"Oh.  Well, all right.  Can we go in the living 
room, now?"
	"Sure thing.  Here's my hand."
	He took her in and seated her in a chair, then 
told her he was going to go dress.  After putting some 
records on the stereo, he headed for his room.  As he 
selected clothes and put them on, he swore at himself 
quietly for letting things go so far.  Of course, what 
could he logically expect from himself?  He had been 
living a lie for years.
	In the living room, Dana was having thoughts of a 
different nature.  She was still overawed by the 
physical and mental aspects of sex and the way they had 
affected her.  The thrilling sensations had left her 
baffled, wondering whether her reactions were normal or 
whether it was because it was her father she was 
involved with.
	The sound of the front door opening startled her 
and her head spun around even though she couldn't see.
	"Well, hello, there," Lynn said.  "My, I didn't 
expect to see you up and around.  How are you feeling?"
	"Oh, all right.  Dad's getting dressed."
	"I should hope so.  It's late enough.  Toby, take 
those packages to your room and start packing.  We 
haven't got much time.  I have a million things to do 
before we leave."
	"Yes, ma'am."
	The boy left the room, and Lynn sagged down into a 
chair.  She lit a cigarette and wiped a hand across her 
brow.  "Well, did you and your father have a good time 
this morning?"
	A smile flitted across Dana's face.  "Yes.  It's 
nice to have him back."
	Ken strolled in then and nodded to his sister.  
"Get everything done?"
	"Finally, thank God.  You wouldn't believe the 
stores.  And those idiots at the travel agency that 
couldn't make up their mind where they wanted to take 
their vacation.  Jesus!  What a mess!"
	"I imagine.  What time do you have to leave?"
	Lynn glanced at her watch.  "Oh, damn.  Ken, be a 
dear and call me a cab for an hour from now.  You'll 
want the car, and it's a lot easier to take a taxi."
	"Okay.  I'll fix us a drink, too."
	Oh, Jeez!  Dana thought.  Now I'll be almost alone 
with him for a while!  Wow!



Chapter 6

	After phoning for a cab, Ken mixed two highballs 
and took them back to Lynn's room.  She already had two 
suitcases open on the bed and was packing them with 
things from her dresser drawers.  He set her glass on 
the dresser, then found room on the corner of the bed 
to sit down.
	"Any idea how long you'll be gone?"
	She shook her head as she took a quick sip of the 
drink.  "I really don't know.  It all depends on how 
Dad is, and how Mom feels when she gets home."
	"Give me a call and let me know how things are."
	"I will."  She peeled off her dress, then began 
selecting clothes from the closet and folding them 
neatly into one of the bags.
	Ken stared at the woman's tits that bulged out 
over her bra and the dark patch of hair that showed 
through her thin panties.  With her garter belt, high 
heels and nylons, she looked as sexy as hell, and he 
felt a twinge in his prick.  "Got time for a quickie 
before you go?" he asked, half-jokingly.
	"I wish I did, darling, but I simply can't.  I was 
hoping I'd get through earlier so we'd have time for a 
piece, but I couldn't make it.  We'll just have to wait 
till I get back."
	Nancy looked in from the hallway.  "I saw the car, 
Mom.  Are you going pretty soon?"
	"Yes, dear.  Would you please make up a snack for 
all of us as fast as you can?  Toby and I are leaving 
in less than an hour."
	"Sure."  The girl turned away and left.
	"Well, I'll get out of your way, Sis," Ken said, 
standing up to go.  He gave her luscious, mature body a 
last once-over, sighed, then went into the living room 
to join Dana.
	Lynn came out a little later wearing a form-
fitting knit dress, and Toby brought out the suitcases 
and set them down by the front door.  They all went 
into the kitchen for the soup and sandwiches Nancy had 
prepared, and the younger girl fed Dana while they 
talked about the flight and Ken's parents.  They had 
barely finished when the door bell rang.
	"That's the taxi," Lynn said, dabbing at her mouth 
with a napkin.  "Let's go, Toby."  She gave each of the 
girls a kiss, then Ken followed her and the boy to the 
door.
	"Don't forget to do the washing, Nancy," Lynn 
called back to the kitchen as the driver and Toby 
hefted the bags.  She kissed Ken warmly, said good-bye, 
and went out to the cab.
	Ken watched them pull away, then returned to the 
kitchen where Nancy was clearing the table.  "I've got 
to work on some reports for a while, kids.  Do you 
think you can keep yourselves occupied?"
	"Oh, yeah," Nancy said.  "As soon as I get the 
dishes done, I'll read to Dana.  She wants to sit up in 
the front room anyway."
	"We'll be okay," Dana said, more than happy that 
she would have her father nearly to herself for at 
least several days.
	"Good.  It shouldn't take me too long, but it's 
got to be done."  He filled an ice bucket, got down a 
glass and a bottle of excellent scotch, then started 
for the door.  "I'll be in my room if you want me.  
Just keep the noise down for a while."
	He trudged to his bedroom, closed the door, then 
crossed to his desk to pour a drink.  He hated reports 
with a passion, and the scotch was necessary to make 
the job easier.  Sitting down, he uncovered his 
typewriter, inserted paper, then sipped on his drink as 
he stared at the blank page.
	For the next two and a half hours he wrote, paced, 
drank, went to pee, then wrote some more.  His mind 
wasn't on what he was doing at all, and he had 
difficulty putting the words together.  What he was 
thinking about was the girls, and how he was going to 
handle things in Lynn's absence.
	The temptation was going to be there, staring him 
in the face every time he turned around, and it was 
going to be damn near impossible to ignore it.  Could 
he?  And if not, what would he do?  The question 
plagued him, and the level of the bottle went down 
quickly as he struggled to get down on paper a 
description of his last job for his superiors.
	By the time he had the envelope addressed and 
sealed, he knew he was getting pretty high, but at 
least the task was completed and he wouldn't have to 
worry any more about it.  He went into the bathroom to 
splash cold water on his face, which revived him a bit, 
then he picked up the report and carried it to the 
living room.
	The two girls were sitting on the couch, and Nancy 
looked up as he entered.  "Boy, I thought you said it 
wasn't going to take very long, Uncle Ken.  It's been 
hours!"
	"I know.  I'm sorry.  It was a little complicated.  
Nancy, will you mail this for me tomorrow?  I'd like 
you to take it to the post office so it gets out right 
away."
	"I sure will.  Just put it on the table by the 
door so I don't forget."
	"Right.  How are you doing, Dana?"
	"I'm kinda tired, Daddy.  If you don't mind, I 
think I'll go to bed."
	"You go right ahead, baby.  Maybe tomorrow we'll 
think of something different to do.  Like go for a 
ride."
	Both girls noticed that he was slurring his words, 
but neither of them said anything or acted as though 
anything were wrong.  They stood up, Ken kissed Dana's 
cheek, then Nancy led her off to her room.  After 
putting the girl into a fresh nightie, Nancy tucked her 
into bed, then collected all her dirty clothes.
	"Your dad sure looks worried," Nancy said, 
gathering up the pile on the floor.  "Did he say 
anything to you?"
	"Uh uh.  Not a thing.  What d'you suppose is the 
matter?"
	"Search me.  Well, I've got to get the washing 
started.  I'll see you in the morning.  Night."  Nancy 
went out, closing the door behind her.
	Ken was in the kitchen mixing a drink when Nancy 
came through with a full hamper, heading for the door 
to the garage.  "Are you going to do that tonight?"
	"Just get it started.  I'll finish it up in the 
morning."
	He shrugged with indifference.  The booze was 
getting to him, and he was feeling apathetic.  Going 
into the living room, he turned on the TV, then sat 
down to stare at it moodily.  He wished to hell he was 
out of there, and didn't have to face any more 
decisions about the girls, or Lynn, or the cute little 
nurse.  He didn't like problems that had nothing to do 
with his work.
	Nancy came back, her bountiful titties bouncing in 
her halter, and stopped by his chair.  "I'm going to 
take a bath, Uncle Ken.  Want to play some cards when I 
get out?"
	He smiled at her, trying not to remember what her 
youthful body looked like naked.  "No, I don't think 
so, sweet.  I'm too tired tonight.  I'm going to watch 
the boob tube for a while, then hit the sack."
	"Okay.  I'll see you in a little while."
	He watched her trim, bare legs and jaunty ass as 
she turned away and disappeared into the hall, and 
thought, Jesus, I'll never be able to keep my hands off 
them!  I was a damn fool for coming back with Lynn 
leaving!  I can only take so much!
	He smoked two cigarettes while he finished his 
drink, wondering if he couldn't hire a live-in 
housekeeper until his sister returned.  A stranger in 
the house would put a damper on his lustful cravings 
and keep him in line.  Not only that, but if he got one 
young enough, he might get a new piece of ass.
	The idea sounded good to him, and he was giving it 
serious consideration when he went back to the kitchen 
for a refill.  He hadn't uncapped the bottle yet when 
the phone rang and he picked up the receiver from the 
wall.  "Hello?"
	"Hello yourself.  Remember me?"  It was Mary Sims.
	"Naturally.  How could I forget?"
	"You didn't call, so I thought I'd give you a 
buzz.  I'm not doing anything.  Why not drop over?"
	"I'd like to, Mary, but something came up."
	She giggled into the phone and sounded a little 
tipsy.  "Isn't that what it's all about?  I'd like to 
see that something that came up."
	"It's not that.  Lynn's gone, and I'm watching the 
girls."
	"I'll just bet you are.  Know what I'm watching?  
My finger while I tickle my cunt.  I was getting it all 
nice and wet for you."
	The thought of her teasing her hairless pussy made 
his prick begin to swell.  "It sounds good, but I just 
can't make it tonight.  Maybe tomorrow."
	"Can't.  Got a date.  Honestly, Ken, I'd sure like 
to feel your big cock in me.  In my mouth and my cunny.  
I'd like to fuck you till you couldn't get it up any 
more."
	His organ jumped as it extended and pushed his 
pants out.  "I wish I could.  Why don't you call me 
when you're not busy, and we can work something out?"
	"Ooohhh, Ken!"  She was panting softly into the 
receiver.  "I need your big old muscle in me!  Uuuhhh!  
Uuuhhh!  My finger isn't much help!  Ooohhh!  I'd even 
let you ream my ass with your pole!  Please come over!  
Take care of me!  I'm so fucking hot I could scream!  
Hhhuuuhhh!  Oh!  Oh!"
	"Are you jacking off?"
	"Yes!  Oh, God, yes!  I can almost taste that 
tremendous cock in my mouth right now!  You could do 
anything to me you wanted to!  I need a prick!  Ooohhh, 
Jesus!  Please, Ken!  Come now!  Don't make me go 
crazy!"
	Ken reached down and closed a hand around the 
bulge in his slacks, squeezing his long hard member as 
he pictured the nurse finger-fucking herself, writhing 
and squirming as she speared her finger in and out of 
her creamy twat.
	"Go ahead and cum, Mary!" he groaned.  "Let me 
hear you!"
	"I . . . will!"  He heard the unmistakable sounds 
of a finger making squishy noises in a juicy snatch.  
"Did you hear that, Ken?  Hhhuuuhhh!  Oh, fuck!  I'm 
going to cum!  Damn!  Oh, now!  I wish it was your 
cock!  Huh!  Huh!  Huh!  Ooohhh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
	"Do it, Mary!  Do it!"  He heard wrenching 
whimpers and sobs, then only heaving breathing.
	She's all ready to be fucked, and I need it, he 
thought angrily, but I'm too goddamn tight to drive or 
even walk over there!  Jesus Christ, I never do 
anything right!
	"Ken?"
	"Yes?"
	"Are the girls asleep?  I could come over there.  
We could fuck on the floor again.  Or sixty-nine even, 
if you wanted to."
	He mulled it over, but the risk was too great, 
even if his rod was thrumming like a tight banjo 
string.  "No, baby.  It won't work.  Let's put it off 
till later.  Call me.  I'll be here."
	"All right, damn you!" she shrieked.  "Fuck you, 
you bastard!"
	There was a loud click on the line, then silence.  
Grimacing with disgust, he hung up the phone and 
finished mixing his drink painfully aware of the rock-
hard piston jutting out from his groin.  He sampled the 
highball, smacked his lips, then proceeded back into 
the front room, slowing when he saw Nancy sitting in a 
chair with one leg dangling over an arm, wearing a 
shorty gown with no panties on.
	She was already looking at him and the protrusion 
behind his fly, so there was no sense in trying to 
conceal it.  Continuing on to his chair, he sat down 
and pointedly avoided glancing at the fur-rimmed gash 
that was exposed in her crotch.
	"What makes your pants stick out like that, Uncle 
Ken.  Your pee-pee?"
	He nodded.  "That's right."
	"Why does it do that?"
	What could he say to that?  That a nurse had just 
jacked off over the phone for him?  "It's hard, that's 
all."
	"You mean bigger than it was this morning?"
	"Yes."
	"What makes it do that?  Get bigger, I mean?"
	Ken took a swallow of his drink and lit a 
cigarette.  "A lot of things, honey.  Haven't you ever 
seen Toby like this?"
	"Yeah, but I never asked him about it.  He 
wouldn't tell me if I did, anyway."  She paused.  "Does 
it hurt?"
	He couldn't resist turning to her now and letting 
his gaze travel down to the pink slit surrounded by 
dark ringlets.  "No, it doesn't hurt.  All males get 
that way quite often."
	She put her leg down and leaned forward, a puzzled 
look on her pretty face.  "But why?"
	The momentary glimpse he had gotten of her naked 
cunt had started his cock aching even more than before, 
and he was just high enough to take a gamble.  "Because 
they want a girl to touch it, honey.  Do you want to?"
	Nancy clamped her hands between her knees and 
thought about it.  She had always wondered why Toby's 
pants stuck out so far one time, and not at all the 
next.  And now, seeing her uncle the same way, she was 
burning with curiosity, but was also a little hesitant.
	"Are you sure it would be all right?"
	"Certainly.  Come over here."
	When she rose and approached, he unzipped his fly 
and let his blood-engorged pecker pop into view, noting 
the astounded expression on the girl's face at her 
first sight of a prick.  He spread his legs and pointed 
to the floor between his feet.  She sank down with her 
eyes wide, taking in the thick hairy shaft with its 
tendons and blue veins and the smooth purple hood at 
the tip.
	"Wow!" she whispered.  "It didn't look like that 
before!"
	"I know.  Go ahead.  Put your hand on it and feel 
it."
	"I . . . okay."  Resting her arm on his thigh, she 
reached out and barely touched the tremendous muscle 
with her fingertips, never taking her eyes off the pee 
slit in the cockhead.  "Gee, it sure is hard, isn't it?  
I didn't know guys were made like that!"
	"Go on, Nan.  Feel it all over.  It's all right."
	She began to caress it tentatively, running her 
hand up and down the rigid organ.  "Why does it move 
like that, Uncle Ken?"
	"Because it likes you.  Here.  I'll show you 
another way to feel it."
	He lifted the hem of her gauzy gown, then pulled 
it over her head, dropping it on the floor next to her.  
Then he pulled her toward him, placing his dick in her 
cleavage, and squeezed her tits together against his 
upright staff.  Their silky smoothness against his 
pecker made it throb harder than before, and Nancy 
looked down at the bulbous knob with amazement.
	"Gosh!  Are you making it do that?"
	"No, baby," he rasped.  "You are.  Would you like 
to see what it would be like to have something like 
that?"
	Her head snapped up.  "Huh?"
	"Get up and sit on my lap, and I'll show you.  
C'mon."
	When she got to her feet, he turned her around and 
pulled her back until she was sitting on his pelvis 
with his cock angling up between her thighs and 
pressing against her furry snatch.  Then he pushed her 
legs together so that from her view, it looked as 
though his joint was growing out of her twat.
	"See that?" he asked huskily.  "That's what it 
would be like.  Go ahead and pretend that it's yours.  
Put your hand around it and hold it."
	Nancy was gawking down between her pointed orbs at 
the sleek cockhead and feeling it pulse against her 
cunny.  It was the strangest and most exciting 
experience she'd ever had.  Putting her hand down, she 
closed it around his peter and gripped it, moving it 
around between her creamy thighs and rubbing it on her 
pussy.
	"It doesn't look so big that way," she said 
timidly.
	"Of course not.  Your legs are around most of it."  
His breath was coming fast, and perspiration was 
breaking out on his forehead as he reached around under 
her arms to cup her firm, hard-nippled titties and 
squeeze them.  He could feel the fleshy lips of her 
cunt against his pelvis and the dew from her gash 
wetting his pubic hair.  While she fondled his cock 
innocently, he kneaded her full cones and kissed her 
smooth back, fighting to control the frantic urge that 
was clawing at his loins.
	"Do you have to hold it when you pee?" she asked, 
wiping the palm of her small hand all over the near-
bursting head of his tool.
	"Yeah," he answered gutturally.  "I have to aim 
it."
	"Oh."
	The liquor he had consumed had dulled all his 
senses except passion, and was driving him on to 
unimaginable heights.  A hard cock has no conscience, 
and his was as hard as it could get.  He had to do 
something to her to satisfy his seemingly insatiable 
craving.
	"Nancy," he asked hoarsely, "have you ever seen 
one doggie get on the back of another one?"
	She nodded jerkily with shame.  "Uh huh.  Once.  
The boy dog was doing something to the girl dog, and 
nobody could get them apart."
	"Let's do that, shall we?  Get down on your knees, 
baby, and we'll try it."
	She jumped up as though she had been stuck with a 
pin.  "Oh, no!"
	"Go on!" he said, more sharply than he had 
intended.  "I'm not going to do anything to you.  You 
won't feel a thing except my rubbing against you.  Now, 
get down there!"
	She was blinking rapidly and her chin was 
quivering as she nodded and lowered herself to the 
carpet.  After one last pleading look, she crouched 
down to rest on her elbows, giving him a perfect view 
of the deep crack of her ass, her coral-colored pussy, 
and both puckered orifices.
	"Please, Uncle Ken!" she whined.  "Don't do 
anything to me!"
	"You'll be just fine," he said soothingly as he 
slid off his chair and crawled up behind her.  "Take it 
easy and don't worry."
	Pushing her legs apart, he inched up until the 
head of his piston was touching her butt.  Then he bent 
it down, slipped into the slippery crevice of her twat, 
and began slithering it around her dewy valley, teasing 
her clit and parting the tender inner folds.
	"Uncle Ken!  Oh don't!  I'm just a kid!  I don't 
want to do anything like this!  Please!  Oh, please!"
	"Hush!  You're safe!  I'm not going to harm you!  
Relax!"
	All he intended to do was caress her virgin cunny 
with his dick and hopefully get his gun off in the 
process.  Bending over her shapely back, he reached 
under her for the lush mounds hanging from her chest 
and began tweaking the tiny pointed nipples.  He was 
stroking his prick the full length through her cunt 
furrow, and the sensation was glorious.
	"Ken, don't!  I want to go to bed!  Let me up!  I 
don't want to do this!  Oh, Mom!  Please!  Don't!  
Ooohhh!  Ooohhh!"
	"Quiet, baby!  God, you feel good!  You're so nice 
and wet and slick!  You're juicy, too, baby!  I like 
that!"
	As he continued to push his huge thing through her 
crotch and play with her nipples, Nancy's fear 
gradually abated.  If this was all that was going to 
happen, it wasn't as bad as she had thought it would 
be.  She bowed her head and looked back at the purple 
tip of his pee-pee as it glided back and forth against 
her cunny.
	"What are you doing, Ken?" she whimpered.  "What 
are you doing to me?"
	"Nothing, sweetheart!  I told you it wouldn't 
hurt!  Pretend we're doggies!  Oh, damn!  Doesn't it 
feel good?  I thought you'd like me to do it?  Uuuhhh!  
Uuuhhh!"
	"It's okay, I guess.  Isn't that enough?  Aren't 
you through yet?  I'm gettin' scared!  Really!  Let me 
go to bed!"
	"In a minute, sweet, in a minute!"
	He could tell that this sawing through her crotch 
wasn't going to be enough!  He had to have more!  His 
balls were on fire, and his cock was straining so hard 
it hurt!  He wanted sorely to plow his joint into her 
girlish twat, but even in his drunken state he couldn't 
bring himself to do that.  Suck him?  No.  She was much 
too frightened as it was.  There was only one thing 
left.
	"Uncle Ken, I'm not comfortable!  Let me up!  I 
don't want to be like a doggie!  Please?  You're heavy!  
Please?"
	"Easy, baby, easy!"
	Ken dropped her titties, straightened his back, 
then pulled his prick out to look at it.  It was 
glistening wet from the girl's milk, greasy enough to 
do what he had to do.  Gripping her waist, he gazed 
down at her tightly puckered anus, and almost changed 
his mind.  But his bloated balls and his liquor-bleary 
mind wouldn't accept any other alternative.  He had to 
have it!
	"This is going to smart for a second, Nancy, but 
that's all!  You've got to relax completely, now!  
Don't fight it!  Just let it happen!  Hold on, 
darling!"
	Resting the nose of his poker against her anal 
mouth, he braced his knees, took a deep breath, then 
slowly pressed forward, feeling the strong muscle 
resist, then stretch to accommodate the head of his 
cock.  When the orifice closed over the crown, he 
stopped to let her get used to the feeling.
	"EEEYYYIIIOOOWWW!"  The piercing, animal-like cry 
seemed to be torn from the girl's throat.  She tensed 
momentarily and went totally rigid, then her upper 
torso slumped to the floor and she began to sob 
wrackingly.  "Hu  . . . hu . . . hu . . . hu . . . hu . 
. . hu . . . hu!"
	The second she began to cry, she became limp, and 
Ken felt her sphincter loosen on his embedded organ.  
Knowing she would feel less pain now, and unable to 
stop, he eased his cream-oiled dick into her colon 
until his pelvis was pressing against her buns.  Then 
he began to speak to her soothingly as he wormed it in 
and out of her rectum.
	"That's it, Nancy!  That's my girl!  You can take 
it!  Sure you can!  It doesn't hurt now, does it?  
Ooohh, honey!  You're such a wonderful girl.  Such a 
pretty baby!  Aaaggghhh!  Ooohhh, fuck!  
Hhhuuunnnggghhh!"
	The only movement in the young girl's body was the 
shaking of her shoulders as she cried uncontrollably.  
Her cheek was resting on her folded arms, and she was 
oblivious to the stretching and tearing of her 
bunghole, as she was almost in a state of shock.
	"Nancy!  Ooohhh.  Lord!  Hhhuuunnnggghhh!  God, I 
could fuck you like this all night!  Christ, what an 
ass!  Do it, honey!  Fuck Daddy!  Fuck me!"
	He was staring at his shit-streaked prick as his 
speared it in and out of her anus, feeling the muscled 
ring caress it like a pair of tight lips.  Then the 
jizz was racing toward his stabbing joint, and he let 
it flow like the scalding river it was, not even trying 
to hold it back.
	"Now!  Nancy!  Ooohhh, fuck!  I'm 
cccuuummiiinnnggg!"
	The sudden eruption of seething juice in her colon 
aroused the girl from her near faint.  She felt the 
gusher pouring into her like an enema, and then it was 
all over and her uncle was slowly taking his monstrous 
thing from her behind.  No sooner had it popped out 
than she leaped to her feet, grabbed her nightie, and 
ran bawling from the room.
	Ken was still on his knees when she made her quick 
exit, and she was gone and in the bathroom before he 
could think of a thing to say.  He fell over and leaned 
against the chair for a moment, trying to clear his 
head and get his bearings.  Then he heard the bathroom 
door open and another door slam.
	Getting up, he lurched into the hall and went 
directly to Nancy's room.  He opened the door, and 
found it dark inside.  After fumbling for words, he 
finally spoke from the doorway.
	"Nancy, I . . . !  God, I'd give anything if that 
hadn't happened!  Do you believe me?  Will you forgive 
me?"
	He waited several minutes for an answer.  When 
there was none, he decided it was useless, closed the 
door, and went to his room where he flung himself down 
on his king-size bed and immediately passed out.



Chapter 7

	The sound of a ringing telephone penetrated only 
dimly into Ken's booze-drugged mind.  He started to 
rouse himself, but then the raucous sound stopped and 
he sank back into deep slumber, glad that it must have 
been an illusion.  Then he heard a loud and clear 
voice, and tried to clear his pounding head.
	"Uncle Ken!  Ken!"  Nancy was calling him from the 
doorway.  "It's for you!  The phone!  It's Doctor 
Larson!"
	He was flat on his stomach, and had to twist his 
head around to see her.  "What?"
	There was a bitter frown on her face, and her eyes 
were hard as steel.  "I said Doctor Larson is on the 
phone."  She slammed the door.
	Forcing himself up dizzily, he sat on the side of 
the bed and reached for the extension on the night 
stand, squinting his eyes at the clock on the dresser 
at the same time and noting that it was a few minutes 
after ten.
	"Ken Sheridan, Doctor.  What can I do for you?"
	"Good morning.  I have some good news for you.  
According to a note from my nurse, Dana's eyes appear 
to be much better.  I see no reason why the patches 
can't be removed now, providing she wears dark glasses 
at all times for at least a week.  Then I'd like to see 
her again."
	It took a second for Ken to assimilate the 
information, then he said, "That's wonderful, Doctor.  
I know Dana will be very glad to hear it.  Thank you 
very much for calling.  I'll see that she's in your 
office in a week."
	"Fine.  Give her my regards.  She's a brave little 
girl.  I understand your sister is out of town."
	"That's right.  She's visiting our parents."
	So that's why you called personally, Ken thought.  
You wanted to get Lynn back into a motel for a fuck!
	"Yes, well, I'm sure she'll be happy, too.  Good-
bye."
	Ken hung up the phone, still not completely awake, 
and glanced down at the wilted prick sticking out of 
his pants.  Dried shit was clinging to the dark hairs 
and the soft head, and the memory of what he had done 
last night hit him like a ton of bricks.  Leaning 
forward, he put his face in his hands.
	"Oh, God!" he moaned.  "What in the hell came over 
me?"
	He stayed that way for several minutes, agonizing 
with himself, then got up, lit a cigarette, and began 
undressing.  Avoiding his reflection in the mirror, he 
plodded into the bathroom and turned the shower on full 
blast, then sat on the stool to pee and crap while it 
warmed up.
	Fifteen minutes under the stinging spray sobered 
him up, then he shaved with care, put on his robe, and 
went out into the hall.  The door to Dana's room was 
open, so he went directly there, finding her lying on 
the bed uncovered, wearing a rose-colored nightie as 
sheer as her other one.
	"Good morning, honey," he said as cheerfully as he 
could.  "I hope you're ready to get up."
	She grinned happily at the sound of his voice.  
"Hi, Daddy!  I sure am.  Are you going to help me 
dress?"
	He crossed over and sat down next to her, careful 
to not even look at her curl-covered nest or the dark 
circles of her nipples.  He didn't want even the 
slightest lascivious thought to cross his mind.
	"Guess what, baby?  The doctor called.  We can 
take those damn patches off today."
	The girl bolted up.  "Really!  Oh, Jeez, that's 
super!  Right now?"
	"Yep.  But you'll have to put dark glasses on as 
soon as we do.  Where are they?"
	"In the top drawer of the dresser, Dad.  Oh, 
hurry!  Please!"
	Dana swung her feet to the floor while Ken located 
the sun glasses and returned.  As he carefully peeled 
off the tape that held the gauze pads in place, she 
wrung her hands together with excited anticipation and 
shivered with elation.  When the pads were removed, she 
opened her eyes and saw her father clearly for the 
first time since he returned.
	"Oh, Daddy!  I love you!"  She threw her arms 
around his neck and began kissing him again and again.
	"Hey!  Hold it!  Let's get these glasses on 
first!"
	He fitted them on her, then smiled with all the 
tenderness he felt.  "How's that, sweetheart?  Better?"
	"Daddy, you'll never know!  Gosh!  It's like a 
whole new world!"  She stood up and hugged him 
fiercely, as tears made streaks down her cheeks.
	"Now, you're still going to have to take it easy, 
Dana," he said sternly, trying to mask his emotions.  
"Those glasses have to stay on constantly for a full 
week, then you have to go back to the doctor."
	"I don't care.  Anything is all right as long as I 
can see you again."  She looked into his face.  "You're 
beautiful!"
	Ken laughed and squeezed her arms.  "So are you.  
I guess you won't need any help now.  I'm going to get 
some coffee."
	"Oh, no you don't!  I'm going to get it for you.  
You go back to bed, and I'll bring you the paper and 
coffee, just like I used to.  Please, Daddy.  Let me."
	He smiled, shaking his head.  "Well, how can I 
refuse an offer like that?  Okay, but don't get carried 
away.  Get used to things first."
	"Don't worry.  Go ahead, and I'll be there in a 
minute."
	Ken kissed her cheek, then left her looking around 
her room as he strode back down the hall.  He felt a 
pang when he passed Nancy's room.  Sometime that day he 
was going to have to sit down and try to explain things 
to her.  It was an ugly mess, but he'd have to 
straighten it out the best way he could.  He only hoped 
he hadn't seriously hurt her.
	He propped himself up in bed with both pillows, 
lit a cigarette, and a few minutes later Dana appeared 
with a large mug of steaming coffee and the morning 
paper.  When she handed them to him, he noticed that 
some of the glow had left her.
	"What's the matter, baby?"
	"Oh, nothing.  It's just that, well, Nancy is sure 
acting funny.  She didn't say hardly anything about my 
patches being off.  All she said was 'that's nice.'"
	Ken knew what the problem was, but he could hardly 
tell Dana.  He said, "She was probably too surprised, 
hon.  I'm sure she feels very good about it."
	Dana shrugged.  "Maybe so.  Anyway, I'm going to 
go help her with the dishes.  You just lie there and 
relax."  Her grin came back.  "It's my turn to do 
things now."
	When she had gone, Ken sipped his coffee and 
scanned the paper, trying not to think of Nancy or the 
night before.  There would be time enough for that when 
the coffee diluted the liquor still left in his system 
and he could put things in perspective.  The matter 
demanded a clear and concise approach, and he wasn't up 
to it just yet.
	He had drained the mug, finished with the paper, 
and was in the process of lighting another cigarette 
when Dana came in, crawled up on the large bed, and 
squatted on her haunches next to him.  Her attractive 
mouth was curved into an impish grin.
	"We're all alone, now.  Nancy went to the store 
and the post office to mail your letter.  She'll be 
gone at least an hour."
	"How about that.  You make it sound like something 
special."
	"It is!  I like to have you all to myself.  
Especially when I can see you."
	He couldn't help dropping his gaze to the twin 
mountains that pushed her gown out and the two dark 
aureoles around her pointed nipples.  The recollection 
of how they had tasted in his mouth made his cock 
tingle and begin to extend.  He despised the effect she 
had on him, but there was no getting away from it.
	"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked, 
hoping she would find something else to do before his 
prick sprang to life.
	"In a little while."  Her tone was more serious 
now.  "Daddy, now that I can see, could I look at your 
. . . cock?  I've held it and everything, but I haven't 
seen it."
	The question came so quickly and unexpectedly that 
it jarred him, and he had to grope for an answer.  It 
came to him at that moment that the reason he had gone 
so far with her was that she had been technically 
blind.  Now that she could see the lustful and carnal 
look in his eyes, what would he do?
	"I don't think it would be such a good idea, 
kitten.  We've done more than enough as it is, and you 
know now what it's all about."
	"But I want to see it!" she begged.  "It's got me 
going nuts, not knowing what it looks like.  Please!  
No one's here."
	She does have a right, he thought.  After all, 
she's jacked me off and sucked me.  And Nancy's seen 
it.  If I can just keep myself under control . . .
	"All right, honey.  You might as well be exposed 
to all of it.  A little knowledge is worse than none at 
all."  He undid the sash of his robe and opened it 
completely.
	Dana sucked in her breath and her eyebrows went up 
at her first real glimpse of the prick she had held and 
put her mouth on.  His penis was at half-erection, 
raised slightly off his abdomen, and pulsing and 
growing as she gaped at it.  The swelling organ was 
pretty much as she'd pictured it, as were his testicles 
lying in the sack that nestled between his muscular 
thighs.
	"Jeepers!  I didn't know the end of it was that 
color!  It's kinda purple!  And it's getting bigger!"
	"It's small when it's soft, baby, then gets long 
and big when it's hard.  They're all the same."
	She extended her hand and touched a finger to the 
slit in the head of his dick.  "Is that where the stuff 
comes out?"
	"Uh huh.  That's where I pee through, too."  He 
had given up striving not to get hard.  It was 
pointless.  Let her see it and get it over with.  Then 
she wouldn't be curious any more.
	"Golly, Dad," she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed 
on the huge muscle as it distended to its full length 
and rose in the air.  "I know that would never go in me 
where you put your finger!  It'd split me apart!"
	She had closed her hand around his pecker, and was 
feeling it from the root to the crown, making it jerk 
in her grasp.  "No, hon, a girl's cunt stretches.  Even 
as young as you are, you could take it right now."
	"Honest?  Wow!"  She seemed to be hypnotized by 
his prick as she massaged it, feeling every tendon and 
bulging vein in the vibrating organ.  The tiny pee slit 
opened and closed like a small mouth as she moved the 
loose skin up and down, and that fascinated her.  She 
was so spellbound she didn't notice that her father's 
eyes were becoming glazed and smoky.
	"I think you'd better quit, Dana," he rasped.  
"You've seen it now.  That's all you wanted."
	She was trembling as she ran the top of her tongue 
across her lips.  "Can I kiss it again, Daddy?  Just a 
little bit?"
	He wanted to say no, but his inflamed poker was 
telling him otherwise.  He was guilty as sin of wishing 
she would suck him off, and to deny it would have been 
ridiculous.  The episode with Nancy was forgotten under 
the gentle pressure of her hand on his rod, as was his 
determination to leave the girls alone.  His balls were 
already sucking up into his groin, ready to start 
pumping jizz at a signal from his fevered brain.
	"Okay, baby.  Just a little, though.  We don't 
want the same thing to happen that happened last time."
	Dana was numb as she slid her fist down to the 
base of his poker and leaned over to lower her lips to 
the head of his quivering penis.  She kissed the tip 
tenderly, ran her tongue around the rim, then took the 
cockhead into her mouth and tugged on it.
	Ken jerked when her eager young mouth enveloped 
his knob.  He reached out, lifted her gown, and ran a 
finger down the crack of her ass until he found her 
cunt hole.  As she sucked and pulled on the nose of his 
joint, he rimmed her vaginal mouth, found it wet, then 
jabbed his digit in to the last knuckle.  The walls of 
her flaming sheath closed around his finger and held it 
tightly.
	"Dana!  Ooohhh, Christ!  Damn!  Suck it, honey!  
Fuck, your mouth feels so good!  Tongue it baby!  Like 
that!  Aaahhh!  Aaahhh!"
	The girl had her eyes wide open as she sloshed her 
tongue over and around the silken head of her father's 
cock, and enjoyed seeing his legs twitch and his hips 
writhe.  She was giving him pleasure, and that elated 
her, but in addition to that, his finger was worming 
into her vagina and causing a delightful sensation in 
her belly.  She was heady with bliss at being in such 
intimate contact with the only man in her young life.
	Though his daughter's hungry mouth had already 
started his cum bubbling in his balls, Ken knew a blow-
job wasn't going to be enough for him.  He wanted to 
jam his aching muscle deep into her creamy cunt and ram 
the head of his tool against her youthful womb.  He 
stared at the ceiling through a red haze, devoured by 
desire and longing for her vaginal tube to envelope his 
dick.  Then he could contain himself no longer.
	"Stop, Dana!  Take that thing off!  I'm going to 
give it to you all the way!  I'm going to show you what 
fucking really is!"
	Dana was startled when he yanked his finger from 
her cunny and pushed her away from his prick.  It all 
happened so fast she still didn't know what was going 
on, but pulled off her nightie without a word while he 
got up and shrugged out of his robe.
	"What do you mean, Daddy?  What are you going to 
do?"
	He climbed on the bed, half-crazed with incestuous 
passion, and pushed her down onto her back.  Splaying 
her legs, he moved up on top of her, giving her tits a 
brief suck on the way.  Then he stretched out, resting 
on his elbows, with the tip of his organ pressing 
against the pouting lips of her twat.
	"I'm going to fuck you darling," he said while he 
twisted his hips around to force his cock into her dewy 
valley.  "I'm going to put my prick where it belongs!  
In your pussy!  I'm going to make you cum so hard 
you'll go out of your mind!"
	The impact of what he was saying finally reached 
her, and as the hot tip of his pecker found its way 
into her slick cunt cleft, she pushed against his hairy 
chest as hard as she could with both hands.
	"No, Daddy!  Don't!  It won't go in!  I'm too 
small!  Please!  No!  Daddy!  For God's sake, no!"
	"Don't worry, sweetheart!  Trust me!  In a second 
you'll be begging me not to stop!  Ooohhh, Dana!  My 
beautiful little baby!  I want to be inside you so 
much!  Lie still!  Let Daddy show you what it's like to 
be a woman!"
	He had wet his cockknob thoroughly with her 
juices, and had slithered it down to her seeping 
orifice.  Slipping his hands under her shoulders, he 
nuzzled his face into the hollow of her throat and 
began pushing his tool into the moist opening.  The 
head poked into the fleshy mouth easily, then he began 
penetrating her with agonizing slowness, feeling the 
turgid tube engulf his plunging dick.
	"Daddy!  Ooohhh, don't!  Oh, my God, it's so big!  
I can't!  I can't take it!  Daaaddd!  Nnnooo!  Oh, no!  
No!  No!"
	Her legs flailed the air and she beat a tattoo on 
his back with her tiny fists as she felt the tremendous 
monster invade her belly.  It seemed to push aside her 
intestines as he drove it deeper into her vaginal 
canal.  The thing jumped and jerked inside her, almost 
as though it were alive.  It expanded her vaginal walls 
to the limit as it snaked its way toward her waist, 
seemingly endless in its length.
	"Bbbaaabbbyyy!  Ooohhh, fuck!  What a ripe, tight 
cunt!  I love you, sweetheart!  And I love to fuck you!  
Relax, honey!  Let Daddy fuck that hot little twat!  
Oh, damn!  Damn!"
	"Daddy, please!  Take it out!  Oh, don't!  No!  
No!  Oh, God!  It hurts!  Aaahhh!  Ooohhh!  Stop!  
Stop!  No farther!  Pull it out!  Jjjeeezzz!"
	The snug sheath continued to dilate as Ken 
plummeted his cock into her, spearing deeper and 
deeper, stuffing her twat full of man meat.  Then the 
head of his tool was bumping against her uterus and his 
balls were resting against her asshole.  Letting it 
soak till she got used to it, he crushed her tits with 
his chest and began showering her grimacing face with 
kisses.
	"Oh, baby, baby, baby!  How I love you!  Take it 
easy, darling!  Daddy wouldn't hurt his sweet baby!  
That's all there is to it, I won't do any more for a 
while!  Just feel it, Dana!  Feel how hard and strong 
it is!  Ooohhh, God!"
	She was whimpering softly and tears were flowing 
from the corners of her eyes, but she had stopped 
fighting.  She had pulled up her knees and put her feet 
on the mattress, and her pounding fists were now open 
hands that were caressing his broad back.
	"It . . . it doesn't hurt so much now," she 
whispered.  "It really doesn't hurt at all.  But why 
did you put it in me, Daddy!  Did you really want to?"
	"Of course I did, baby!  I've wanted to fuck you 
since I got back!"
	"Oh.  It's kinda jumping inside me."
	"I know."
	"Is that all there is to . . . fucking?"
	"No.  Are you ready for the rest of it?"
	"Will it hurt again?"
	"Not a bit.  Feel."
	He kissed her on the mouth as he withdrew his 
prick to the end, then gently plowed it back in.  A 
tremor raced through her, and he felt her pussy lips 
flutter on his joint.  Then he began stroking his 
piston in and out the full length, flattening her vulva 
with his pelvis on each inward thrust, knowing it would 
titillate her clit.
	"Ooohhh, Daddy!" she moaned.  "That makes me feel 
real squishy inside!  And it kinda tickles!  Hhhuuuhhh!  
Ooohhh!  Is it supposed to be like that?"
	"Yes, honey!  Just like that.  Are you enjoying 
it?"
	"Hhhuuuhhh!  I . . . think so!  I've never felt 
like this before!  It's so different!  Uuuhhh!  Uuuhhh!  
Gosh!  I can feel your things hitting my behind!  All 
kinds of funny things are going on inside me!  Ooohhh!"
	"All right, darling, I'm going to fuck you for 
real, now.  Are you ready for that?"
	"What does that mean?"
	"The same thing I'm doing, only faster.  Okay?"
	"I guess so.  What do I do?"
	"Nothing.  Just lie there and enjoy it.  Just keep 
thinking how much you love me."
	Ken buried his face in Dana's blonde tresses that 
were fanned out from her head and started hunching his 
organ into her with meaning, twirling it around inside 
her as he impaled her slippery pussy again and again.  
His balls began slapping noisily against her bunghole, 
and his darting dick made loud schlucking sounds.
	"Ooohhh, fuck, Dana!  Fuck, baby!  Daddy wants to 
screw you so bad!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Christ!  What a 
terrific cunt!"
	Dana could feel her cunt hole pucker and pooch 
with each of her father's hard jabs, and had to admit 
that she was liking it more than she had ever dreamed 
she would like anything.  His gigantic cock sent 
impulse after rapturous impulse through her body to her 
limbs, and she was beginning to feel giddy.
	"Daddy!  It's . . . it's good!  Real good!  
Ooohhh!  I didn't know how wonderful it would be!  Why 
didn't you tell me!  Hhhuuuhhh!  I like it!  
Hhhuuuhhh!"
	To Ken, her virgin pussy was unbelievable.  Never 
in his life had he ever fucked anything so tight.  She 
was literally sucking him off with her girlish twat, 
gobbling his pecker with her fiery vagina.  He was 
already close to cuming, but wanted to hold back until 
she was ready so as to give her the full pleasure of 
her very first fuck.
	"Dana!  You're a princess!  You've got a 
magnificent cunny!  Ooobhh, fuck!  God!  I've never had 
such a terrific fuck!  Do you like it baby?  Is it 
making you feel good?"
	She couldn't help but wriggle and undulate on his 
pounding rod.  It was as though her body was separated 
from her mind, and was doing what it wanted to of its 
own accord.  The spearing prick was making her mind 
soar, and there was a loud ringing in her ears.  If 
this was fucking, she wanted to keep on doing it 
forever!
	"Daddy!  I think I'm going to do it again!  What I 
did when you licked me!  My God, I feel so strange!  
It's good!  So Gggooooooddd!  Daddy!  I think I'm gonna 
. . . Wwwaaahhh!  Dad!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
	When she arched up to him and clawed at his bare 
back, Ken let loose the gates and hosed his load into 
her, feeling his cock jerk as each jet squirted from 
his pole and sprayed her womb.  His body stiffened and 
remained taut until the last dribble of cum had oozed 
from his prick, then he relaxed and slumped down on top 
of his daughter with a grateful sigh.
	Dana's arms and legs flopped limply onto the bed, 
and she felt dizzily light-headed.  The euphoria of 
climax was such a new revelation that she still didn't 
know whether to be thrilled or scared.  She could still 
feel his prick thumping inside her as she waited for 
the sensation to pass.
	Ken kissed her throat and asked, "What do you 
think of it now, honey?"
	"I think it's super!" she panted.  "Simply super!  
I'm glad it was you that did it to me first.  I don't 
think I would have let anybody else."
	"I think you're super yourself, Dana."  He 
carefully pulled his dick from her twat and rolled over 
onto his back.  "You're not sorry it happened?"
	"Not a bit.  Not at all."  She sat up abruptly and 
turned to him.  "Daddy, I won't get pregnant, will I?"
	"No, baby.  I can't give babies any more.  Don't 
ask me why.  I'll tell you some other time.  Right now, 
I think we'd better clean up and get dressed.  Nancy 
could be home any time."
	"What do I do?  Just go potty?"
	"That should take care of it.  Then wash off good.  
You go on.  I'll be out in a little while."
	"Okay.  I love you, Daddy."
	"I love you, too.  Now, get going."
	When she had picked up her gown and gone down the 
hall, Ken smoked a cigarette and stared at the ceiling, 
not thinking of how evil it had been to seduce his own 
daughter, but how delightful it had been to screw such 
a perfect virgin cunt.  He felt renewed and 
revitalized, as though he had just swallowed pep pills.  
It was a good feeling, and he luxuriated in it until he 
stubbed out his butt, washed off and dressed.
	Going into the living room, he found Dana waiting 
for him fully garbed in shorts and halter, and heard 
the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen.  The young 
blonde put a finger to her lips and motioned him 
closer.
	"Daddy," she whispered, "Nancy just got back.  I 
think there's something really wrong with her."
	"Why?"  He was seriously concerned now.
	"Well, on the way in, she said she could hardly 
ride her bike.  She said she's sore.  Do you suppose 
she's hurt herself and won't tell us?"
	Ken's lips were a thin line as he looked toward 
the kitchen doorway.  "Leave it alone, honey.  I'll 
find out what it is."
	As if I don't already know, Goddamnit!  he 
thought.  Christ, I hope I don't have to take her to a 
doctor!  How in hell would I explain?



Chapter 8

	"You'd better go help Nancy with lunch," Ken said.  
"And bring me a beer, will you?"
	He switched on the TV and sat down to catch the 
news, trying not to think about his youngest daughter 
and all the problems his screwing her in the ass might 
have caused.  He was in so deep with both girls now 
that it seemed hopeless, and the prospect of getting 
out of there looked better by the minute.
	"It'll be ready in about ten minutes," Dana said 
when she brought him a cold can of beer.
	"Fine.  Thanks."
	"Dad, would it be okay if I went out for a walk 
after we eat?  I haven't been outside for a long time, 
and it'd give you a chance to talk to Nancy."
	"Yes, I think that'd be a good idea.  Just make 
sure you don't exert yourself too much.  And keep those 
glasses on."
	"I will."
	He had emptied the can by the time Dana called him 
in.  When he sat down to the table, he noticed that 
Nancy was indeed in a sullen mood.  She didn't look up 
from her plate to greet him, nor did she say a word to 
Dana.
	"Nan," he said, "thanks for mailing that letter 
for me."
	"You're welcome," she muttered.
	"Do you think they'll send you out on another job 
when they get that report?" Dana asked.
	"I don't know, honey."
	"Will you take it if they do?"
	"I don't know that, either.  It all depends."  He 
paused for a moment, then dropped the bomb shell.  "If 
it looks interesting, I probably will."
	Both girls stopped eating and looked at him with 
bulging eyes.  He kept his expression blank and he 
forked food into his mouth, letting his statement sink 
in.  He didn't want to disappoint either of them, but 
the sooner they knew his intentions the better.
	Dana finally found her voice.  "But I thought  . . 
.!  I mean, you said . . .!"
	He had to relent when he saw the sorrow in her 
eyes.  "That doesn't mean I'm definitely going to 
leave.  It's only a possibility that I'll have to think 
about if it comes up."
	Before they could pursue the matter any farther, 
he began asking about news of the neighborhood and some 
of the people he had met who lived around there.  Dana 
supplied most of the answers, with Nancy making only a 
comment or two.  When they were through, Ken opened 
another beer and went into the living room to read some 
of the magazines he subscribed to that had arrived 
during his long absence.
	"I'm going out now, Daddy," Dana said, passing 
through.  "Nancy's going to take care of the kitchen."
	"Okay.  Remember what I said."
	"Sure.  'Bye."
	He became engrossed in the magazines while he 
waited for Nancy to finish her chores so they could 
talk.  A little while later, she set up an ironing 
board and iron in the dining area and brought clothes 
in from the dryer.  Feigning indifference, he continued 
reading until she had started pressing things.
	"I thought you did the housework naked," he said 
amiably.  She was wearing a skimpy halter and brief 
shorts.
	"I don't feel like it today," she replied in a 
monotone.
	"Is there anything wrong?"
	"No, I guess not."
	"Nan, are you sore?  I don't mean angry.  Do you 
hurt?"
	She swallowed hard and chewed her lower lip, not 
looking up from her work.  "A little.  It'll be all 
right."
	Ken put his magazine down and leaned forward.  
"Look, honey, I tried to tell you last night how sorry 
I was about what happened, but you wouldn't listen.  
Will you hear me out now?"
	Nancy wiped a hand across her eyes and continued 
ironing.  "I suppose."
	"Sometimes things happen to a man, especially when 
there are beautiful girls around with hardly any 
clothes on.  He gets hungry for them just like you get 
hungry for food, and he wants to do things to them.  It 
often gets out of hand, even though he doesn't mean it 
to.  Like last night.  Do you understand?"
	She folded a pair of pressed shorts and picked up 
another.  "I don't know whether I do or not."
	Ken sighed and rubbed his temples.  This was going 
to be harder than he had thought.  "Nan, a guy gets 
excited when he sees a naked or nearly naked girl.  His 
penis gets hard.  He can't help it.  Then he wants to 
put his penis inside her.  He wants to, well, fuck her.  
And he wants to suck her breasts and lick her between 
the legs and things like that.  Do you see?"
	"No."  Her lips were quivering and she was 
blinking.  "I don't know what you mean by 'fuck.'  Is 
that what you did to me last night on the floor?"
	He ran a hand through his hair and squeezed the 
back of his neck.  "Not exactly.  Fucking is when a man 
puts his penis in a girl's vagina. That's where the 
opening is between your legs.  Do you know where yours 
is?"
	The girl nodded silently, but by this time tears 
were running down her face and dripping off her chin.
	"You see, honey, that's how people make babies.  
Girls who have never had a penis in their vagina are 
called virgins.  You're a virgin, and that's why last 
night I put it in . . . the other place, because I 
didn't want to take that away from you."  He took a 
deep breath.  "Was it really very painful?"
	"I . . . don't remember too much about it.  I 
think I blacked out for a while."
	Ken groaned and his chin dropped to his chest.  
"Nan, all I can say is I'm sorry, and the only reason I 
did it was because I love you."
	"Excuse me."  Nancy put down the iron and ran from 
the room.
	He heard her blowing her nose in the bathroom, 
then her bare feet on the carpet when she returned.  
Looking up, he saw that she was standing directly in 
front of him, her eyes red and puffy.
	"Uncle Ken, I'm sorry for the way I've been 
acting.  I guess I just don't understand a lot of 
things.  You didn't really hurt me that bad last night.  
I guess I was just kinda shocked.  Nothing like that 
has ever happened to me before, and it shook me up."
	"I understand, baby.  You don't have to be sorry."
	Nancy sniffed and bobbed her head.  "Yes, I do.  I 
think the only reason you're planning on leaving is 
because of dumb me.  I don't want you to go away again, 
any more than Dana does.  I know you're only my uncle, 
but you're the closest thing to a dad that I have.  I'd 
do anything if you'd just stay here with us.  
Anything!"
	The forlorn look on her face and the beseeching 
tone of her voice nearly prompted him to break his vow 
to Lynn and tell her that he really was her father.  
Instead, he put his arms around her waist, drew her 
close, and pushed his face into her soft tit.
	"Baby, I'm so glad you feel that way.  You don't 
know how glad.  You mean a lot to me."
	The feel of her warm body and the fresh healthy 
smell of her sparked a renewed passion for the young 
nymph.  As he held her, his prick began ballooning, and 
the clutching desire flamed up again in his loins.  In 
his need to keep this delicate moment of closeness 
alive, he reached up to undo her halter, took it off, 
then covered the end of her bare tit and began sucking 
gently.
	Nancy placed her hands on his shoulders and stood 
stock still, watching mutely as he tugged and pulled on 
her nipples, first one and then the other.  She was 
enthralled at the response of her feelings toward his 
warm, and tender display of affection.  Almost at once, 
she felt a tickling in her crotch and her tummy began 
to flutter.
	As he burrowed his face into her tits and swabbed 
the stiff points with his tongue, Ken unzipped the side 
of her shorts and let them fall to her feet.  Then he 
peeled her brief panties over her buttocks and hips and 
let them drop also.  The only sound in the room was 
that of his smacking lips as Nancy stepped out of her 
things and kicked them away.
	Pushing her back a step, he kissed the valley 
between her tits, her rib cage, sides and stomach.  
Then he slid off the chair to his knees and began 
brushing his lips over her abdomen, pelvis and hips.  
They were both breathing heavily when he reached her 
thighs, and without a word, Nancy, spread her feet 
apart, as though she knew intuitively what was going to 
happen.
	Moving back to her pelvis, with the girl looking 
down at him through her outthrust orbs, he nuzzled into 
her soft pubic fleece, then worked down to the puffy 
lips of her twat.  Using his tongue, he parted the 
curl-fringed canyon and began licking the slick dewy 
flesh as he ran his hands up and down from her buns up 
her calves.
	"Ooohhh, Ken!"  Nancy gasped at last, feeling 
ripples of ecstasy race through her like tiny electric 
shocks.  "Ooohhh!  What are you doing to me?"
	Her snatch was as sweet as Dana's, as was the 
liquid honey that seeped into her slit.  She was 
vibrating all over, and there was a tremulous shake in 
her legs.  He continued to tease her clit with the tip 
of his tongue as he slipped a hand into her crotch and 
cautiously felt for her vaginal opening with his index 
finger.
	"Uncle Ken!" the girl moaned, her nails digging 
into his shoulders as he slipped the tip of his finger 
into her juicy hole and twirled it around the entrance.  
"Oh, Jeez!  Hhhuuuhhh!  Gosh, I can hardly stand up!  
Ooohhh!  Is that where my . . . vagina is?"
	Ken already knew what he was going to do.  There 
was no question about it.  He had to sample this tender 
young piece just as he had initiated Dana.  Once he had 
fucked them both, perhaps his insane craving for them 
wouldn't be nearly as strong.  He was certain that it 
had been their mere unavailability that had brought on 
this avid need for them in the first place.
	Probing farther into her slimy sheath, he found 
Nancy's hymen.  There wasn't much to it.  Just a thin 
circle of membrane with a hole in the center large 
enough to accept his finger.  He pushed on through the 
opening and buried his digit to the last knuckle in her 
tunnel.
	"Ken!  Oh, wow!  Why are you doing this to me?  
I'm going ape!  My legs feel so weak! Jeez!  Oh, gosh!"
	Nancy wasn't kidding.  Her knees were like water, 
and she was on the verge of toppling over.  Every fiber 
of her being seemed to be on fire, and scintillating 
sparks were flashing out from her pelvis.  She dug her 
nails deep into his back as she tried to remain 
upright.
	Feeling her sway drunkenly, Ken realized it was 
time.  He got up and dropped back into the chair, 
immediately fumbling for his zipper and ripping it 
down.  His prick sprang out stiffly, hard and pulsing, 
the shiny cockhead distended until the skin was taut.
	He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then 
motioned her up onto his lap.  "C'mon, honey!  Crawl up 
here!"
	Nancy was surprised that she felt no fear or 
anxiety as she approached him, particularly after last 
night.  The short period of loving kisses and caresses 
had washed away all feelings of hurt and despair.  She 
again had implicit faith in him and whatever he would 
do to her.  She climbed up with her knees straddling 
his hips and her pussy poised over his rigid cock.
	"Oh Lord, baby," he moaned, "I need you so much!
	Pulling her close, he took a nipple in his mouth 
and began sucking on it while he took hold of his organ 
and rubbed the head back and forth in her milky slash.  
The delicious sensation of her steamy slit on his tool 
made his legs jerk, and his cum-engorged balls draw up 
into his crotch.
	For a reason unknown to her, Nancy knew that all 
this was much different than what had happened before.  
It felt as though he was doing something to her that 
was completely natural, and somehow she was ready for 
it.  She responded by pressing her tit against his 
face, almost smothering him with her large cone, and by 
squatting down hard on the head of his cock, though it 
wasn't inside her.
	"Oh, Ken!  I don't know why, but this feels so 
super!  Honest to God, it makes me feel all fuzzy!  Oh, 
Ken!  This is nice!"
	He was sluicing his cockhead through her crotch 
from her clit to her asshole, feeling her lubricating 
mucus run down his pole onto his hand.  She was ready!  
More than ready!  Now if she could only take it when he 
broke her cherry, he'd be home free!
	Taking his mouth from her tit, he looked into her 
face with smoldering eyes.  "Listen to me, sweetheart!  
I'm going to put it in.  I don't want you to do 
anything except hold on.  Let me guide you, and 
everything will be fine.  All right?"
	A chill ran up her spine, and when she swallowed 
her throat was tight, but she nodded and tried to 
smile.  "I'll try."
	"Good.  Put your arms around my neck, and leave 
the rest to me."
	He found her opening with his knob, rested it 
there while he gripped her waist, then he gradually 
pushed her down, impaling her fantastically tight 
orifice with his dick.  Her hole was so well greased 
that the bulbous end slid right in.  It went so easily 
that Nancy didn't even wince.
	"Ken," she said quietly.  "Are you . . . going to 
fuck me?"
	"Yes, baby.  Don't you want me to?"
	"I'm not sure.  It feels okay so far, though."
	"That's good.  Now, just let me finish putting it 
in, and then you'll see how great it is."
	He penetrated farther by forcing her down, and the 
viselike walls of her vagina clamped his shaft.  He 
wanted to moan with sheer rapture, but didn't want to 
alarm her.  Then the sensitive end of his joint touched 
her hymeneal membrane and he stopped for a rest.
	"Feel good?"
	She nodded jerkily and placed her cheek against 
his.  "I've never had anything in there before, Uncle 
Ken.  Gee, your thing is hot!  Is that all there is to 
it?"
	"No, honey.  There's a little more to go.  Ready?"
	"Uh huh."  Up to this point, she liked the 
pressure of his throbbing organ stretching her tube, 
but she still couldn't understand the reason for it 
all.  His finger had felt just as good.
	Ken kissed her neck and shoulder, soothing her 
into a limp state, then abruptly shoved her hips down 
to embed the entire length of his prick in her cunt.
	"Ken!  Ooohhh!  Yyyiii!  You tore something in 
me!"
	Her teeth bit into his shoulder, she began to sob, 
and tears dripped down onto his back as she started to 
tremble all over.  The sudden burst of pain had taken 
her unaware, and she was afraid he had done something 
frightfully damaging to her.  Then, as quickly as the 
smarting sting had started, it stopped.
	"That's all darling," he crooned.  "That's it.  It 
won't hurt any more.  I promise."
	Convulsions were still shaking her shoulders as 
she leaned back to look at him tearfully.  "Are . . . 
are you sure?"
	"Positive.  Now lie against me and let me show you 
what fucking is like."
	Holding her close, he began humping his ass off 
the chair, poking her cunt with short and easy strokes 
to let her get the feel of it.  Nancy stayed tense at 
first, but as he pumped his cock in and out of her 
milky fistlike sheath, she started to relax little by 
little.
	"Oh, Jesus, Nan!" he groaned.  "Fucking you is 
wonderful!  I love you, darling!  Very much!  Oh, baby!  
What a sweet cunt!  Are you feeling it now?  See how 
far it's going inside you?"
	"Yes, Ken!" she whimpered, crushing her tits 
against his hairy chest as she felt the massive pole 
spear into her rhythmically.  "I can feel it?  God, I 
can feel it all over!  All the way down to my toes!  
It's real weird!  God!  Ooohhh!"
	He began squeezing her firm buns as he picked up 
speed, lifting and dropping her as he hunched off the 
chair.  The foreplay had gotten him so hot that he was 
ready to cum right then, but as with Dana, he wanted to 
share the experience with Nancy.
	"Fuck, baby!  Fuck!  Ooohhh, Damn, what a pussy!  
You're just perfect in every way!  This is fucking, 
hon!  Real fucking!  Christ, you're so goddamn good!  
Screw, Sweet!  Screw!"
	Nancy had her eyes squinched shut and was trying 
to separate all the ecstatic feelings that were 
swirling around inside her.  It was more than she could 
comprehend.  All she knew for certain was that she was 
delirious with bliss, and the cause of it was Ken's 
gigantic penis that was plunging in and out of her 
cunny.
	Her naked ass was thwacking against his bare 
thighs and her pelvis was pounding against his as Ken 
lurched upward to drive his dick into the dark depths 
of her twat.  Her sticky juice was drooling from around 
his impaled dick and trickling over his balls.  All at 
once he was astonished to discover that he wasn't 
moving her ass.  She was!
	"Ooohhh, Ken!  God!  I don't know what I'm doing!  
It's all so eerie!  Jeez, I tingle all over, and I 
can't stop it!  Kkkeeennn!  I feel like I'm going to 
explode!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, Lord!  Ken!"
	Once again her teeth were biting into his shoulder 
as she slammed her twat down on his cock and held it 
there, her entire body shaking like an aspen in the 
breeze.  It was then that Ken released his torrent of 
fiery jizz into her, and when it splashed against her 
womb, she jerked convulsively.
	They remained locked in their embrace for several 
minutes till their shuddering ceased and they were able 
to breathe normally again.  Then Ken gently eased her 
back and smiled at her.
	"Well, that's what it's all about, honey.  What do 
you think of it?"
	She had a dazed expression on her face and her 
eyes couldn't focus properly.  "I . . . I have to wait 
for my heart to stop pounding so hard!"  She was 
breathing through her mouth so hard her titties 
jiggled.  "It was . . . more than I was ready for, 
Uncle Ken!  Jeepers!  I didn't know a person could feel 
so . . .!"
	"That's all right, kitten.  I understand.  You'd 
better pick up your things and go to the bathroom and 
get dressed."
	"Yeah, I'd better."  She slipped her sopping cunt 
from his softening cock and got to her feet.  As she 
bent over to gather up her clothes, their combined fuck 
juice began making tiny rivulets down the insides of 
her thighs.  "Oh, God!  I gotta hurry!"
	Ken glanced at his slacks and saw that the area 
around his fly was soaked, and he could feel the 
dampness on his balls.  He rose and went directly to 
his room where he stripped and washed off, then put on 
clean attire from the skin out.
	He was troubled, sick with disgust, and worried.  
In the course of one day, he had taken away both his 
daughters' virginity in a flurry of incestuous love-
making.  It certainly wasn't anything to be proud of, 
and he was sure it wasn't what Lynn had had in mind 
when she had said the girls should know about sex.
	It was absolutely essential that he get out of the 
house for a while to run things through again, away 
from the presence of the two tempting morsels that 
seemed to make him forget who and what he was and turn 
him into a demonic satyr.  With a little peace and 
quiet, he might be able to pull himself together again.
	He collected his wallet and paraphernalia from the 
top of the dresser, stuffed it into his pockets, then 
started down the hall, hearing the shower running in 
the center bath as he passed.  He was glad he wouldn't 
have to face Nancy again for a while at least.  At that 
moment, he wouldn't have known what to say to her or 
how to explain.
	Dana hadn't returned from her walk, either, so he 
was able to reach the car and escape undetected.  He 
headed for the nearby shopping center and the small 
cocktail lounge that he frequented whenever he was 
home.  Slipping into a rear booth, he gave his order to 
a waitress he had never seen before, eyed the other 
patrons casually, then began nursing his scotch and 
water moodily.
	A vital decision had to be made, and he couldn't 
run away from it.  Dana needed a mother and a father, 
and he couldn't go on shirking his responsibilities 
toward her.  But then, there was Lynn, Nancy and Toby, 
too.  They were his children too, morally if not 
legally.  It was a damned intricate and heavy problem, 
and there didn't seem to be any ready solution.
	As he sat there ordering drink after drink, he 
stared into each glass as though it were a crystal ball 
where an answer to his dilemma would suddenly appear, 
and he thought of calling Mary Sims for an evening of 
pure unadulterated sex that would take his mind off his 
troubles.  She had said she had a date, but perhaps he 
could talk her into breaking it.
	Making up his mind, he went to the phone, 
remembered her phone number, and dialed.  He let it 
ring several times, and was about to hang up when it 
was answered.
	"Oh, it's you," the nurse said.  "I just got back 
from work.  I heard the phone ringing when I got out of 
the car, and ran all the way in."  She sounded out of 
breath.  "What did you want?"
	"Well, first, I wanted to thank you for telling 
the doctor about Dana's eyes.  The patches are off, and 
she feels much better."
	"I didn't do it as a favor.  It was the truth.  
What's second?"
	"I'd like to see you.  I know you have a date, but 
couldn't you tell him something came up and you can't 
make it?"
	The vivacious brunette laughed.  "What makes you 
think it's a him?"
	"I just assumed that . . ."  She'd thrown him a 
curve, and he didn't know what to say.
	"I have varied interests, Ken.  My date is with a 
fascinating little twenty-year old nurse that can't 
stand men.  She thinks that my shaved cunny is the 
wildest, and God, does she have a tongue!"
	"Oh, I see."  He might have guessed that the 
oversexed slut would go in for anything.
	"I don't think you do, but that's the way it is.  
I'd much rather have your cock, honey, but I did 
promise.  How about coming over tomorrow night?  I 
haven't a thing on."  She giggled.  "And I won't when 
you get here, either."
	Ken was repulsed, but didn't let it show in his 
voice.  "I'll have to let you know.  Have a good time.  
Good-bye."
	Back in the booth, Ken was more somber than 
before.  It was as though fate were pushing him toward 
the girls relentlessly, not giving him an out.  He 
didn't know any other females in the area, and didn't 
feel up to putting forth the effort on a pick-up.  He 
was too upset, and it was too much trouble.
	"Oh, fuck it," he muttered, polishing off his 
drink, leaving a generous tip, and heading for the 
door.  He might as well go on home and do his best to 
keep his paws off his daughters.
	When he pulled into the driveway, he noticed that 
the lights were on and all the drapes were pulled.  
Turning off the ignition he sat there a few minutes 
collecting himself before going in. It was going to be 
one of the hardest things he had ever done, but he had 
made up his mind to put it to the girls straight.
	No more sex!
	When he reached the door, he took a deep breath, 
pulled his shoulders back, then went in.  The stereo 
was playing soft mood music, the lights were low, and 
he could smell delicious odors coming from the kitchen.  
Though all that registered, it wasn't the reason he 
stopped dead in his tracks.
	Dana and Nancy were sitting side by side on the 
couch, stark ass naked!



Chapter 9

	"Well, what's all this about?" Ken asked, closing 
the door.
	"We waited supper for you," Dana said.  "We didn't 
know where you were or when you'd be back, but we 
waited anyway."
	"That's not what I mean and you know it."  He 
crossed to his chair and sat down.  "Why don't you have 
any clothes on?"
	The girls exchanged glances, then Dana said, 
"Daddy, Nan and I had a long talk while you were out.  
We, well, told each other what we'd done with you.  We 
didn't mean to, but it just sorta came out."
	Ken felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.  
For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that they 
would exchange confidences about his escapades with 
them, though he should have known that they would since 
they were so close.  He nodded and said, "Go on."
	"So we, uuuhhh, talked about it.  About what we 
did and how we felt.  And we talked about your going 
away again, too.  Both of us were pretty shook up when 
you said you might take another job and leave for 
another six months or so."
	"And?"  He was going to take it slowly and play it 
by ear.
	"And, we decided that you must need what you did 
to us awfully bad or you wouldn't have done it.  We 
don't know why you wanted us instead of grown women, 
but you must have some reason.  We're dumb about a lot 
of things, but that's what we thought, anyway."
	They had gotten a lot closer to the target than 
they knew, and it was making Ken nervous.  "So you 
think I need a woman, huh?"
	Again it was Dana that spoke.  "Daddy, you're 
probably not going to like this, but I saw you and Miss 
Sims in here on the rug when you  . . . when you fucked 
her.  Nan and I like her a lot but we didn't know she 
was like that.  If you wanted a woman, I bet you could 
have her any old time."
	It was getting to be a little too much for him.  
Here his two daughters were, sitting in front of him 
stark naked, talking about fucking as though it was the 
most natural thing in the world!  When he lit a 
cigarette, his hands were unsteady.
	"I think I could use a drink."
	"I'll get it," Nancy said, jumping up so quickly 
her tits slapped together.  "The stuff's all ready."
	While she was gone, Ken asked Dana, "Why didn't 
you tell me you knew about Miss Sims?"
	She shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know.  I 
guess I didn't think it was any of my business."
	"How could you see us, anyway?  You still had the 
patches on."
	"I took one off," Dana replied sheepishly.
	Nancy came back with a glass full of dark amber 
liquid and handed it to him.  "It might be too strong.  
I didn't know how much to put in."
	He wanted to say the stronger the better, but 
instead smiled gratefully and took a healthy swig.  It 
burned all the way down to his stomach, and he 
shuddered.
	"So, now what?" he asked when Nancy had taken her 
place.
	"We want you to stay," Nancy said simply.  "That's 
all.  Like Dana said, we don't know why you want to do 
those things to us, but we'll do anything you say if 
you'll only promise not to go away again."
	Ken was still reeling at their matter-of-fact 
attitude toward the whole business, and wasn't 
precisely sure what his response should be.  He took a 
drag off his cigarette and a sip of his drink before he 
said anything.
	"I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more clear on 
that, girls.  Exactly what do you mean?"
	"Well," Dana said, "it seems like you get a big 
kick out of . . . messing around with us, even though 
we both think we acted like a couple of silly little 
kids about everything.  We promise we won't be like 
that anymore."
	"All you have to do is tell us what you want, and 
we'll do it, Uncle Ken," Nancy said with sincerity.  
"We just want to make you happy."
	He looked them over carefully while he thought.  
They were built more like young women than girls, and 
they were discussing the subject rationally and 
intelligently, more so than he would have ever 
expected.  Their curvaceous bodies, full tits and furry 
cunts were enticing, and their offer became more 
appealing by the second.
	"It sounds as though you've gone over carefully 
what you're saying, but have you considered Lynn and 
Toby?  What if they found out about what you've 
planned?"
	"They wouldn't have to know," Dana said.  "We've 
already got it worked out.  Nan could come to your room 
at night after they're asleep, and I could do the same 
thing the next night.  Aunt Lynn and Toby wouldn't know 
a thing about it."
	Ken searched each of their faces.  "And what about 
you two?  Do you really like what I've done to you, or 
are you only doing this to keep me here?  It makes a 
lot of difference, you know."
	Both young ladies were silent for a while, 
glancing at him, then turning their heads away.  Dana 
shifted on the cushion, and Nancy twisted her fingers 
together.  It was obvious the matter had come up 
between them.
	"Daddy," Dana said finally, "we're not sure.  Not 
really.  Nan hasn't put her mouth on your  . . . prick, 
yet, and you haven't put it in my behind.  The only 
thing you've done to both of us is . . . fuck us.  We 
don't know about the other stuff."
	"We do like the fucking part though, Uncle Ken," 
Nancy said.  "We really don't know how to, but we like 
it."
	"I see.  And you went over all this in the short 
time I was out?"
	"Uh huh."  Dana looked at her father plaintively.  
"What do you think, Daddy?  Will you stay if we do it?"
	He emptied his glass and held it out.  "Tell you 
what.  Make me another drink, then let's eat.  I'll 
think about it, and let you know after supper.  All 
right?"
	"Sure!" Nancy said happily, coming over for the 
glass.  "It'll be ready whenever you are."
	Dana went to help her, and Ken leaned back with a 
sigh to light another cigarette.  His nerves were 
shattered, and it would take him a while to get back on 
an even keel.
	One redeeming fact had come out of their 
presentation to him, however.  It was quite evident 
that neither of them were in the least aware of his 
relationship with Lynn.  Of course, they had always 
been discreet, but now he was certain that neither of 
them had the slightest suspicion.
	Nancy came back with a fresh highball and reached 
across him with bare tits swaying to set it on the end 
table.  "Why don't you take your clothes off, Uncle 
Ken?  You'd be a lot more comfortable."
	He contained a compelling urge to throw her down 
on the floor and fuck her right then and there.  "Yes, 
I think I will.  I seem a little out of place this 
way."
	He went to his room, hung up his clothes, then 
returned to finish his drink.  One of the girls kept a 
constant watch on his glass, and as soon as it was 
empty, they called him in for supper.  When he strolled 
into the kitchen, his prick was at full erection, and 
the young ladies looked at it with admiration.
	Throughout the meal, Ken contemplated their 
proposal and the pros and cons.  If he agreed, he would 
have to perform like a ring master for a circus to make 
sure the three females didn't run into each other 
coming and going from his room.  Still, the promise of 
three ready cunts was an opportunity that few men had, 
and he would be more than foolish to turn it down.
	When they were finished, Ken folded his arms on 
the table and viewed the two ripe pairs of melonlike 
tits with their salmon-colored nipples.  "Are you 
absolutely sure you want to go through with this?"
	Dana and Nancy looked him straight in the eye and 
nodded simultaneously, the expressions on their faces 
proof of their sincerity.
	"All right.  We'll give it a try out till Lynn 
gets back.  If you still want to continue at that time, 
we'll consider it a deal.  Agreed?"
	"Sure!" Dana said gleefully.  "That's a good 
idea!"
	"But we're not going to change our minds," Nancy 
said.  "We've already settled on that, haven't we, 
Dana."
	"That's right, Dad.  Don't expect us to chicken 
out."
	He grinned and stood up.  "Now that that's 
settled, I'm going to go shower and shave while you 
clean up in here.  Come back to my room when you're 
through."
	Ken had hardly reached the door before they were 
scrambling to clear off the table.  He went to his 
bedroom, turned the covers all the way down on the bed, 
then took a long shower under a hard stinging spray.  
After shaving for the second time that day, he slapped 
on some lotion, he stretched out on the bed, and smoked 
a cigarette while he waited for the girls.
	He watched his cock do a jig as he thought that 
this would be the first time in his life he had ever 
had two females in bed at once.  It was one hell of a 
prospect, even though they were both his daughters.  
The strange thing was, he was no longer troubled by it.  
The hell with sluts like Mary Sims.  As she said, she 
could never compete with what he had.
	"We're all done, Daddy," Dana said as they came 
through the door.  "What are we going to do?"
	"I've been working on that," he answered, crushing 
his butt in the ash tray.  "I think I'll fuck you, 
Dana, and eat Nancy."
	"Which one first?" Nancy asked.
	"At the same time."
	"Huh?  I thought we'd, you know, do it 
separately!"
	"Why?"  He saw that both girls were blushing.  
"Would you be embarrassed to do it together?"
	They shot a look at each other, turned back to 
him, and Dana said, "No, I suppose not.  How could we 
do it, though?"
	"I'll show you.  Come up here on the bed."
	Ken positioned them in the form of an A, with 
their heads together on the pillows and facing outward.  
Then he laid down across the bed, pushing his cock into 
Dana from behind and lifting Nancy's upper leg to put 
his head between her thighs.
	"All right," he said huskily, "put my prick in 
your cunt, Dana, and I'll eat Nancy while I fuck you."
	Dana parted her thighs, reached down to grip her 
father's big organ, and swished it around in her dewy 
canyon until it was lathered with her milk.  Then she 
slipped the head in, sighing with pleasure as the thick 
muscle expanded her vaginal opening.
	Ken put Nancy's top leg on his shoulder, then 
pushed his face up to her fur-rimmed gash, resting his 
head on her soft thigh as he began to nuzzle into the 
girl's pink valley.  As he lapped up the dew-drops of 
cream that clung to the slick flesh of her slit, he 
thrust his hips forward to impale his dick in Dana's 
slippery sheath.  Both girls squealed and groaned at 
the same time.
	"Gggaaahhh!" Dana cried out.  "Ooohhh, Daddy!  Oh, 
Jeez!  I like it this way!  Ooohhh, wow!  It really 
went in me!"
	"Ken!" Nancy shrieked when his tongue began 
swabbing up and down her delicate furrow, prying her 
inner lips apart and teasing her hard little clit.  
"God, that's exciting!  Oh, my gosh!  It makes my 
nipples tingle!  Oh!  Oh!  Right there!"
	As he slurped wetly in Nancy's frothy crevice, 
working his tongue into her hole and rubbing his nose 
on her clitoris, he began spearing his organ into 
Dana's flaming tunnel, banging her firm ass cheeks with 
his pelvis as he hammered at her womb with the tip of 
his piston.
	"Fuck me!" Dana whimpered loudly.  "Ooohhh, fuck 
me!  It's so different like this!  Jjjeeeeeezzz!  It 
feels like it's a lot farther in!  Ooohhh, Dad!  It's 
not like this morning at all!  I can really feel it 
this time!"
	The young blonde reached down into her crotch to 
touch the massive pole that was punching into her belly 
and felt the creamy shaft that was darting in and out 
of her.  She hadn't liked the idea of Nancy being 
present at first, but now, even though she couldn't see 
her cousin, she knew what was happening to her, and it 
added to her thrill.
	Nancy was squirming her hips, grinding her twat 
against Ken's open mouth and delving tongue.  Dana, had 
told her how good it felt, but she hadn't quite 
believed her until now.  His hot breath was blowing 
against her moist cunny and flowing up her vagina, and 
his twirling tongue was driving her insane with 
delight.
	"Please, Ken!  More!  More!  Oh, God!  Wow!  This 
is too much!  Huh!  Huh!  Huh!  I love to have you lick 
me, Ken!  You're so . . . hhhuuuhhh . . . good!"
	Ken was so lost in a whirlpool of bliss that he 
was heedless of their cries and moans.  His dick was 
plunging into Dana's squishy twat, and the walls of her 
sheath contracted and expanded on his invading tool 
while she undulated her cunny.  Nancy's cunt honey was 
dribbling into his mouth as he tongue-fucked her with 
as much intensity as she was hunching her snatch 
against his face.
	Dana was enveloped in a sea of oblivion, but she 
could still hear the schlucking sounds of her father's 
prick as it pumped her sopping pussy and the smacking 
noises he was making with his mouth as he ate Nancy's 
crotch.  She had already been hotly expectant when she 
came into the room, and now her dad's monstrous cock 
was taking her on that glorious trip to orgasm.
	"Daddy!  Oh, God!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  I think I'm 
gonna do it again!  You're so far in me!  Ooohhh, Dad!  
Can you do it faster?  I want it fast!"
	Nancy reached for Ken's wrist and pulled his hand 
up to her hard-nippled tit.  When he began kneading the 
soft cone and thumbing the rosy tip, she put a knuckle 
in her mouth and bit on it to keep from screaming out 
with happiness.  Having Ken's face mashed against her 
cunt was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes.
	"Ken!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  It's happening!  I'm going . 
. . to . . .!  Ken!  Now!  Oh, My God!  Ken!  Now!  
Now!"
	Dana heard Nancy's yelps clearly.  She closed her 
eyes when her dad began hammering her cunny so hard it 
jarred her, then her own climax was erupting, sending 
blazing flashes out from her womb to all parts of her 
thrashing body.
	"Dad!  Ooohhh, Dad!  I'm doing it!  I can't stop 
it!"
	Both girls were simpering and gasping when Ken 
gave Dana's steaming pussy one final lunge, then began 
spraying the girl's womb with the scalding jizz that 
was shooting out of his dick in jets.  His swollen 
member jerked with the release, and continued to throb 
until the last drops had oozed out of his cockhead into 
Dana's full tube.
	Whimpers and the sound of labored breathing filled 
the room as the trio lay there, twitching and 
shivering, savoring every moment and feeling of the 
orgy.  Then they began to disentangle, the girls shyly 
avoiding looking at each other.  Ken got off the bed to 
go to the dresser for tissues to wipe his face and 
dripping tool, then he lit a cigarette and looked down 
at the two beauties that had rolled onto their backs.
	"It would be a good idea if you cleaned up now," 
he said softly, feeling more sexually satisfied than he 
had ever had before.  "Each of you can use one of the 
bathrooms."
	"I'll take the one in the hall," Nancy said, 
slipping off the mattress to her feet.  "Do you want 
another drink, Uncle Ken?"
	"Please.  Only don't make it so strong this time."
	"I won't."
	Dana went into the master bath and watched her 
father while she squatted on the stool and let the 
thick globs of semen drool into the bowl.  "Daddy, how 
come it felt better this time than it did this 
morning?"
	"It gets better each time you do it, baby.  It's 
only a matter of getting used to it."
	"But I did it so hard!" she said, wiping her 
crotch.  "I honest to God thought I was going to pass 
out!"
	"That only means it was a good one," he said, 
sitting down on the bed.  "It won't feel that way all 
the time."
	After flushing the toilet, she came in to drop 
down beside him and put a hand on his bare thigh.  "Did 
you like licking Nancy's cunt?"
	He turned to her with a wry smile.  "Yes, I did.  
Why?  Are you jealous?"
	She hesitated, looked down, then bobbed her head.  
"A little, I guess.  Are you going to have her put her 
mouth on your cock?"
	"If she wants to, I wouldn't mind.  Would it upset 
you if she did?"
	Dana sighed.  "Oh, I suppose not.  I know she 
wants to.  It's just that, well, I don't want to see 
her do it.  That's one thing I thought we could keep 
just between you and me."
	"I believe I have a solution for that, honey.  As 
soon as she gets . . . oh, here she is now."
	Nancy entered and carried the glass to Ken.  "Been 
waiting for me?"
	"Thank you," he said, taking several swallows and 
setting it on the night stand.  "Yes, Nan, we were 
talking about your sucking me.  Do you want to?"
	The younger girl's eyes were suddenly bright with 
interest as she knelt in front of him.  "Uh huh.  After 
what Dana told me, I think I'd like to try it.  Would 
it be okay?"
	"I don't see why not.  Both of you could get in on 
it if you'd like."
	Dana's head snapped up.  "How?"
	"Well, while Nancy's sucking my prick, you could 
suck my balls.  That way you'd both be making me cum.  
How does that sound?"
	"That wouldn't be too bad," Dana said as she 
thought it over.  She'd much rather have it the other 
way, but she'd made a deal with Nancy and had to stick 
by it.
	"All right," Ken said, "let's do it.  But let me 
finish my cigarette first."
	When he had taken the last couple of puffs and put 
his butt out, Ken scooted back on the bed and laid 
back, pulling his knees up and spreading them.  "Nancy, 
you can get up here beside me, and Dana, you can lie 
down between my feet.  That's the easiest way."
	As the girls got into place, Ken could feel his 
pulse racing.  To have two luscious young girls suck 
him off was more than he had ever dreamed of, and even 
though he had ejaculated only minutes before, a fresh 
load of sperm was already bloating his balls and his 
prick was straining for action.  It was a far cry from 
a few years ago when he could only get his rocks off 
once a night.
	Nancy climbed up and crouched next to him, her 
eyes filled with awe as she grasped the root of his 
organ and stared at the gigantic prick that she was 
going to put in her mouth.  Now that her face was so 
close to it, she began to wonder if she would actually 
do what Dana had done.
	"You'll have to help me, Uncle Ken," she murmured.  
"Do I just put my mouth over it?"
	He had put his hands behind his neck and raised 
his head to watch.  "Yes, then suck it the same way you 
would a popsicle.  It's not hard."
	"Okay.  If I don't do it right, let me know.  This 
is my very first time."
	Dana, lying on her stomach with her face close to 
her dad's scrotum, was also looking on with interest.  
She saw Nancy lower her head slowly, then open her 
mouth and cover the head of his rod with her lips.  
Then she was smacking wetly and her cheeks began to 
pucker.  As soon as she was sucking, Dana lifted Ken's 
balls on the tips of her fingers, parted her jaws as 
far as they would go, then stuffed his sack into her 
mouth, rolling his marblelike nuts around on her 
tongue.
	"UUUMMMFFF!" Nancy moaned, astonished at the 
pleasant taste of the gargantuan organ.  She pushed her 
lips farther down the staff and began applying suction 
as Ken had told her to do.  She could see part of his 
testicle bag protruding from Dana's mouth.  Taking a 
deep breath, Nancy began bobbing her head, sliding her 
lips and tongue up and down on the tremendous muscle.
	"Ooohhh, Christ!  That's the way to do it, girls!  
That's it, my sweethearts!  Oh, damn! Jesus!  I like to 
have you both sucking me!"
	He had dropped his head and thrown his arms out, 
shaking with uncontrollable joy as the two nymphs 
sucked and tugged on his cock and balls.  Their heated 
breath swirled around his pelvis and crotch, and they 
were both going at it so eagerly he knew he wouldn't be 
able to hold off for very long, even though he wished 
it could last forever.
	Using her tongue, Dana pushed his balls from one 
side of her mouth to the other, pulling on his scrotum 
gently as she watched Nancy's lips glide up and down 
his pole.  She felt her pussy getting hotter by the 
second, and viscous milk was filling the crack in her 
crotch.
	Nancy knew now what Dana had meant by her jaws 
aching.  She had taken most of the shaft between her 
lips, and the silky tip of Ken's joint was tickling her 
tonsils.  She was aware that some of the sweet flavor 
she was tasting was Dana's cunt fluid, but it didn't 
make any difference.  Pleasing Ken was all that 
mattered, and she was going to do her best.
	Ken was lurching off the mattress now, trying to 
cram his rod as far as he could into Nancy's puckered 
mouth.  With both of them sucking him, there was no 
hope of restraining the lavalike river of cum that was 
rushing pell mell through his groin toward his dick.  
If there was anything at all he could have asked for, 
this would have been it.  Two delectable young near-
virgins slurping greedily on his genitals was as close 
to heaven as a man could get.
	"Sssuuuccckkk!  Oh, fuck!  Dana!  Nancy!  Suck me 
off!  God!  Ooohhh, Damn!  Damn!  Blow me, kids!  
Jesus, I can't stand any more!  I'm going to shoot!  
Suck, Nan, suck!  Oh, mother!  Now!  Now!"
	When his poker swelled even more between her lips 
and he arched off the bed, Nancy raised her head with 
him, afraid he might choke her with his massive prick.  
Then it was spewing into her mouth, gushing hot thick 
jizz against her palate and tonsils.  She gulped it 
down as fast as she could, but it still washed around 
her teeth and over her tongue.  Then it was over, and 
he sagged, down with a heavy sigh.
	Dana took her mouth from his balls while Nancy was 
sucking the last drops from his tool and got off the 
bed.  Then Nancy raised her head and wiped an arm 
across her lips.  Ken's legs were still twitching, and 
his stomach muscles were fluttering.
	"How was it, kid?" Dana asked.
	"Not bad," Nancy replied.  "Funny thing, I thought 
it would taste icky, but it didn't.  It was kinda like 
. . . well, you know."
	"Yeah, I know.  Are you okay, Dad?"
	He had trouble opening his eyes, and his vision 
wasn't all it should be.  Sitting up, he rubbed his 
face with both hands, then reached for his drink to 
soothe his parched throat.  "I'm afraid you've done me 
in, girls.  That's all for tonight.  I couldn't go any 
more if my life depended on it."
	"That's all right," Dana said.  "Why don't we all 
go have a snack and watch TV for a while?  I'd like a 
sundae."
	"Me, too."  Nancy turned to Ken.  "Can we sleep 
with you in here tonight?"
	"Sure.  There's plenty of room.  Now, let's go get 
your belly's full and relax for a while.  I've about 
had it for one day."



Chapter 10

	It was a little after eight o'clock the next 
morning when Lynn paid off the taxi driver at the front 
door while Toby carried her luggage to her room.  When 
she stepped inside and closed the door, the boy came 
back for his suitcase.
	"Nobody's up, Mom," he said.  "Can't hear a 
sound."
	"It doesn't make any difference.  You go unpack 
and change, and I'll get some coffee started.  I need a 
cup."
	After preparing the electric percolator, Lynn went 
to rouse the girls, and was puzzled when she found 
their rooms empty.  A frown creased her forehead as she 
went down the hall to Ken's bedroom and opened the door 
quietly.  It took a minute for the sight that greeted 
her to penetrate.
	Ken was on his back naked in the middle of the bed 
with one girl on each side of him.  He had an erection, 
but she couldn't see much of it as both Dana and Nancy 
had a hand wrapped around it, covering his prick almost 
completely.  The girls were bare also, and each had a 
leg draped over one of Ken's.
	Shutting the door silently, Lynn crossed to the 
foot of the bed and tweaked Ken's big toe.  His eyes 
began to open slowly, then when he saw her, they 
snapped wide.  He didn't try to move or try to wake the 
girls, just stared at his sister with bewilderment.
	"What . . . what are you doing here?"
	"I might ask the same thing of you," she replied 
tartly.  "My God, Ken, both of them at once?"
	Dana stirred at the voices, then Nancy.  When they 
saw Lynn standing there with her hands on her hips, 
they leaped to their feet and faced her with fright in 
their eyes.  She looked them both up and down coolly, 
then jerked her head toward the door.  "You two had 
better go put something on, don't you think?  I want to 
talk to Ken for a few minutes."
	The girls scampered around the bed, stopped to 
look back at Ken with a combination of pity and hope, 
then fled the room.  He swung his legs to the floor, 
lit a cigarette, then looked sideways at his sister.
	"Well, go ahead and say what you're going to.  
There's no point in putting it off."
	She helped herself to one of his cigarettes, then 
dropped down next to him.  After taking a couple of 
deep drags, she said, "There really isn't much to say, 
except for you to fill me in on the gory details, is 
there?  I mean, it's rather apparent what's been going 
on.  Want to talk about it now?"
	"Might as well.  Only tell me why you're back so 
soon."
	Lynn explained that their mother had been released 
from the hospital the day before, and that she had 
hired a nurse to take care of both their parents.  
There was little else she could do, and she wanted to 
get back home to spend time with him.
	"I'm glad things are all right there.  I'll call 
them later on."  He rubbed at his grainy eyes.  "Now 
about the other, this is exactly the way it happened.  
Don't say anything till I'm through."
	She listened attentively while he gave her a 
graphic description of everything that had occurred 
with the girls since he arrived home.  He was going to 
omit the part about the nurse, then realized that one 
of the girls might let something slip and included it.  
Pulling no punches, he gave her the complete run-down, 
and lit another butt when he was through.
	"You've been a busy son-of-a-gun, haven't you?"  
Lynn asked dryly after a short silence.  "I must admit, 
that wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said they 
should be educated in sex."
	"I know.  It . . . just sort of happened."
	"And you haven't told either of them about us or 
who Nan and Toby's father is?"
	"No.  I couldn't go that far."
	"Don't you think it's about time they knew?  
Especially after all you've told me?"
	Ken nodded.  "It's not going to be easy, telling 
them that we've been lying to them all this time.  I'm 
not looking forward to it."
	Lynn placed a hand on his bare thigh.  "I know 
you're not, hon.  And I don't want to say what I'm 
going to, but I must."
	He wasn't really listening to her until she began 
to relate how she had jacked Toby off, then started 
giving him blow-jobs.  Then his eyebrows went up and he 
turned to stare at her with unconcealed amazement.  Her 
face was flushed and her eyes were wet when she 
finished.
	"So you see, Ken, I haven't got any room to talk.  
What I did was just as bad as you and the girls.  I did 
plan to tell you as soon as I got back, though."
	Ken got up and began pacing back and forth with 
his soft cock flopping against his scrotum.  "What do 
we do now?  I've tried and tried to come up with a 
solution, but I can't.  It's one helluva mess, you 
know."
	"I thought about it while I was gone, Ken.  
Neither one of us will ever be completely satisfied 
with anybody else.  Why don't we move to another town 
and start living like husband and wife.  All I have to 
do is change back to my maiden name.  Nobody would know 
the difference."
	He stopped and looked at her.  "And what about our 
folks?  What do you think they'd say?  And the kids?  
What makes you think they'd go along with something 
like that?"
	"The folks would never know.  They're not going to 
leave that house any more until they die.  As far as 
the kids go, all we can do is ask them.  When they know 
the truth, I don't see how they could help but go 
along."
	"God!"  Ken said, seeing the idea take form.  
"We'd have to be very careful.  A lot of changes would 
have to be made.  Once we did it, we could never back 
out."
	"That's right, but it's the only way we can go 
that will make everybody happy.  All three of the kids 
need a mother and a father, and it's up to us to be 
their parents.  There's no other logical way, is 
there?"
	Ken leaned against the dresser and pondered for a 
while, then said, "I guess it's best.  At least they'd 
grow up knowing the way it is.  The only thing left is 
to talk to them.  Are you ready?"
	"As soon as I get into something comfortable," she 
replied, rising.  "Best put on your robe.  I'll meet 
you in the kitchen.  The coffee should be ready by 
now."
	He still had traces of misgiving as he went to 
piss and put on his karate robe.  He had dreaded this 
moment for a long time, hoping it would never come 
about, but now it was facing him squarely in the face.  
On the way through the house he came as close to 
praying as he ever had that there wouldn't be a scene.
	When he reached the kitchen all three children 
were seated at the table, the girls wearing quilted 
housecoats, and Toby telling them about the trip.  Dana 
and Nancy threw him shy looks as he went to the counter 
to pour two cups, then joined them.  It was plain that 
the boy knew nothing of what had happened in the 
bedroom.
	"Do you want us to start breakfast, Dad?"
	"No.  Lynn and I want to talk to all of you.  
She'll be here in a little bit."
	Toby went on to finish his story, then Lynn 
appeared, sat down, and smiled cheerfully at the 
children.  Ken noticed that her hands were trembling 
when she lit a cigarette and reached for his arm.
	"Do you want to start, Ken, or shall I?"
	"Go ahead, and I'll do the filling in."
	Ken watched the youngster's, faces as his sister 
began talking, seeing them register shock, wonder, 
disbelief, and surprise.  When she hesitated, he picked 
up the threads and she did the same for him until they 
had told the kids everything.  The silence that 
followed was broken by an occasional "Wow," or 
"Jeepers," or "Gosh Almighty" as the information was 
absorbed.
	"So that's what happened and what we'd like to 
do," Ken said after draining his cup.  "What do you 
think?"
	Dana was still stunned when she turned to her 
father.  "Does that mean you and Lynn will get 
married?"
	"No, honey.  That's not legal.  But we'll live 
together just like one family, which we are."
	"What about the other stuff?" Toby asked timidly, 
making a circle on the table with his fingers.  "I 
mean, me and Mom and you and the girls?  Are we going 
to knock that off?"
	"I don't think that will be necessary," Lynn added 
quickly.  "Ken, why can't we leave things just as they 
are, or even develop them?  If we're going to live 
together, we might as well bring it out into the open, 
rather than sneak around about it.  Surely none of us 
has anything to hide now."
	"Would it make a difference in your decisions?" 
Ken asked, looking around the table at the shiny young 
faces.  When they all nodded in the affirmative, he 
turned to his sister and shrugged.  "I guess that's our 
answer.  What happens now?"
	"You know the old story about the omelet and the 
broken eggs," Lynn said, unable to keep the excitement 
from her voice.  "We might as well dive right in, don't 
you think?  To begin with, let's take our coffee in the 
living room and get out of these clothes.  We're not 
going to be able to have any false modesty from now on"
	Nancy had been holding back, but now spoke.  "You 
mean all of us are going to go around naked?  Are we 
going to . . . do those other things in front of 
everybody else, too?"
	"Yes," Lynn said, getting up to refill their cups.  
"If we all do it together, we'll be able to enjoy it 
more.  Watching each other should be almost as much fun 
as doing it."
	"With one exception," Ken put in.  "Toby won't be 
able to fuck the girls until you get them started on 
the pill.  This is going to be hairy enough without 
worrying about that."
	"Do we call you Dad now or what?" the boy asked.
	Ken laughed.  "I think you'd better wait till we 
move, son.  We don't want to tip our hand until we're 
well away from here where no one knows us."
	He watched them file into the living room, then 
stepped up to the counter to lace his coffee with 
bourbon.  He was relieved that it had gone as well as 
it had, but he still had reservations, especially where 
the girls were concerned.  When he followed them 
through the doorway, he found that he was the only one 
wearing a stitch of clothes.  The others were already 
stripped and waiting.
	As Ken shed his robe and draped it over the back 
of his chair before sitting down, it struck him as odd 
that of the three kids, Toby seemed the most ill at 
ease.  Though the boy was gawking openly at the bare 
tits and fleece-covered cunts surrounding him, there 
was a troubled look in his eyes.  He glanced at Lynn as 
he sat down, and she nodded that she had seen it too.
	"Well, now," the woman said, unpinning her dark 
hair and letting it cascade down her back, "it seems 
that Toby and I are the only ones that haven't indulged 
in the last couple of days. Maybe we should start off.  
Nancy, how would you like to have me lick you while you 
suck Toby's cock?"
	Both young ladies had been staring at the boy's 
distended cock, but Nancy's eyes glistened the 
brightest.  Toby's pecker wasn't as large as her 
father's, but other than that, it looked exactly the 
same.  She tried to contain her blatant interest as she 
looked over at her dad.  "Would that be okay, Daddy?"
	Ken wasn't pleased about exposing his girls to 
lesbian contacts, but he was clearly in no position to 
offer any objections.  He had already given his 
approval to nearly anything they wanted to do, and he 
couldn't back out now.  "If you want to, honey.  It's 
all up to you."
	Lynn was on her feet before he had the words out, 
pulling her son up and directing him to stand in the 
center of the room.  "Nan, kneel down in front of him, 
and I'll lie down between your legs."
	Nancy went over and dropped down on the rug, her 
attention directed solely on the rigid organ angling up 
from Toby's groin.  She grasped the root of his veined, 
pulsing tool and licked her lips while the woman 
stretched out on her back and pushed herself up until 
her face was directly under the girl's juicy pussy.  
When Nan looked down between her tits, she saw that her 
mother's eyes were half-closed and smoky.
	"Ken," Lynn said throatily, "why don't you come 
over and eat me, too."
	"All right.  Spread your legs."
	Watching from the couch through her dark glasses, 
Dana twined her fingers together, feeling the jealousy 
well up inside her as her father crouched down over the 
woman's furry twat and began nuzzling his face into her 
coral-colored valley.  She didn't want to see it, but 
there was nothing else she could do.
	"Ooohhh, Ken!" Lynn moaned.  "Beautiful!  Okay, 
Nan!  Start sucking Toby's cock while I lap your sweet 
little cunny!  Ooohhh, God! This is absolutely perfect!  
Hhhuuuhhh!"
	Nancy took a deep breath, felt Lynn pulling her 
wet snatch down to her mouth, then parted her lips and 
slipped them over Toby's hot, jerking cockhead.  On the 
first suck, a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his 
dick onto her tongue, and it tasted delicious.  Then 
her mother's mouth was all over her cunt crevice, her 
raspy tongue swishing and flicking, teasing her clit 
and orifice.
	Toby put his hands on Nan's shoulders and 
shuddered when her mouth engulfed his aching piston.  
He had dreamed of the girls sucking him off, and had 
thought about it sometimes when his mother was giving 
him a blow-job, and now it was happening.
	"Oh, Jeez, Nancy!  Suck me!  Oh, Christ!  Suck it 
hard!  Make me cum!"
	When Nancy's vaginal honey began flowing into her 
open mouth, Lynn planted her feet firmly on the floor 
and lifted her hips to grind her snatch against Ken's 
face.  His nose and mouth were buried in the salmon-
pink canyon of her twat, and his tongue was spearing 
into her already sopping tunnel.
	From the sidelines, Dana was observing them with 
keen interest, her jealousy temporarily forgotten as 
she became embroiled in the thrilling orgy taking place 
in front of her.  It came as a shock when she realized 
her own cunt was squishy and that fluid seeping from 
her vagina was forming a puddle on the cushion beneath 
her.
	Ken had his tongue pushed into his sister's gaping 
hole as far as it would go, and was gripping her firm 
buns with both hands.  Prying her buttocks apart, he 
located her bunghole with his thumb and crammed it 
through the tight sphincter into her colon.
	Nancy was in a state of rapture that pervaded her 
consciousness completely.  She was bobbing her mouth on 
the boy's delectable organ feverishly, smacking her 
lips and sloshing her tongue on Toby's thrumming peter.  
Lynn had already swabbed her asshole and sucked on her 
clit, and was now tongue-fucking her so wonderfully she 
had an unexpected climax before she was ready.
	The discharge drained into Lynn's mouth, and 
knowing that the girl had cum made her so delighted 
that she began hunching her twat at Ken like a wanton 
whore, thrusting her cream-filled snatch onto his 
impaled tongue.
	Toby's hips were moving back and forth jerkily as 
he pumped his muscle into Nancy's greedy mouth.  His 
swinging scrotum was hitting against her chin, the 
tendons stood out on his neck, and his face was 
becoming flushed.  A flash flood of jizz was roaring 
through his pelvis, and he was nearly ready to erupt.
	"Mom!" the boy cried out.  "I'm gonna cum in her 
mouth just like I do when you suck me! Oh, God!  Suck 
me, Nan!  Suck!  Jeez, what a mouth!  I can't hold it 
back!  Fffuuuccckkk?"
	The instant Toby's cock began spewing hot cum into 
her mouth, Nancy experienced another orgasm, stronger 
than the one before, as she quickly gulped the thick 
viscous liquid down her throat.  She was shaking 
spastically by the time the initial torrent slowed to 
squirting jets, then pushed her lips down his jumping 
dick until she almost swallowed the head of his member.
	As the second gush of cunt honey drooled into her 
waiting mouth from Nan's snatch, Lynn threw her legs in 
the air and wrapped her thighs around Ken's head, 
pulling his face tightly against her exploding pussy.
	Ken drank her seething liquid thirstily, rolling 
it around in his mouth and savoring the delicious dew 
before forcing it down his gullet.  Though his prick 
was aching for a fuck, he continued to slurp wetly at 
her box until she sank limply back to the floor.
	While they untangled slowly on the carpet, Dana 
clasped her hands on her knees to keep them from 
banging together and strove to control her heavy 
breathing.  Nothing had ever affected her like what she 
had just witnessed, and her heart was hammering against 
her rib cage.
	"That was almost too much!" Lynn groaned as she 
struggled to her feet with Ken's help.  "My Lord, I 
think my ovaries popped that time!"
	"You're not ready to quit, are you?" Ken asked 
jokingly as he resumed his seat.  "After all, this was 
mostly your idea."
	"Agreed, but I didn't know it would be so utterly 
fantastic!" the woman said, seating herself.  "God, 
I've only cum that hard a few times in my life!  I 
think I'll have to skip the next round."
	Ken wiped his mouth, polished off his lukewarm 
coffee, then looked across at Dana.  "You've been 
awfully quiet, baby.  It's your turn now, you know.  
Anything in particular you want to do?"
	She flushed furiously and hated herself for it as 
she was determined to get as involved as the others.  
"I was thinking about it, Daddy.  Could I . . . have it 
in my behind, like you did to Nan?  We never did get to 
do that."
	"Certainly.  Do you want to sit on my lap, or get 
on your knees?"
	"Just a minute," Lynn interrupted.  "Why don't you 
and Toby both give it to her at the same time?  I've 
wanted to try that for years, but I'm too pooped to 
take it right now.  At least Nancy and I could watch, 
and Dana could tell us what it's like."
	"How about it, sweet?" Ken asked.  "It's a perfect 
time to give it a shot."
	Dana was startled by the suggestion, but didn't 
let it show.  She would have to prove to her father 
that she was game for anything if she was ever to get 
her share of his attention, and to seem reticent now 
could easily ruin her chances.  "Would the other one go 
in my pussy or my mouth?"
	"In your pussy, dear," Lynn said.  "Go ahead and 
try.  You can always stop if it isn't what you want."
	Summoning up all her courage, Dana got up, leaving 
a dark stain on the couch cushion where her twat had 
leaked.  "I think I will.  It can't hurt anything."
	"You'd better let Toby do your ass."  Nancy 
advised.  "His cock isn't so big, and it won't be so 
bad the first time."
	"Smart suggestion."  Ken laid down on the floor 
with his upright pecker dancing, and motioned for Dana 
to straddle his pole.  She got down on her knees over 
him and bent forward with her hard nipples brushing his 
chest.  "Kneel behind her and wet your peter with her 
cunt juice, Toby, then stick it in her butt.  Take it 
very easy.  I'll shove my prick in when you're ready."
	Toby crawled up behind the girl's ass and between 
Ken's wide-spraddled legs, then bent his tool down and 
rubbed the tip in her moist gash. When he had the tip 
well oiled, he pushed it against her anus, took hold of 
her hips, then stuffed his muscle in slowly through the 
tight opening.
	"Huunnnggghhh!" Dana gasped, looking down at her 
father aghast.  "Oh, Dad!  I didn't know it would feel 
like that!  Oh, Gosh!  He's going clear up to my 
stomach.  Ooohhh!  Ooohhh!  Ooohhh!"
	Ken rubbed her back and shoulders soothingly as he 
watched the pain flicker in her eyes. "Relax, baby!  
Let your asshole loosen up!  It'll be just fine in a 
second!  Trust me!"
	"Oh, Daddy!  Ooohhh!  Aaahhh!"
	Her tears were dripping onto his chin and neck 
when he felt the boys scrotum bumping against his and 
knew that Toby had his tool firmly embedded in Dana's 
anal canal.  He reached for his joint, found her 
dripping hole with the knob, and inserted it.  Then he 
drove his massive prick up into her slick sheath with 
one savage thrust until the head slammed against her 
womb.
	"Daddy!  My God, I'm full!  It's too much!  
Ooohhh, Dddaaaddd!  I can't take any more!"
	"Easy, baby, easy!" Ken crooned.  "The worst part 
is over now.  Let yourself go and feel us fuck you."
	"I can feel your cock inside her, Ken!" Toby 
shouted.  "No kidding, I really can!  Jjjeeeeeezzz!  
Her ass is so darn tight I'm gonna cum real fast!"
	Dana hung her head and closed her eyes as the two 
rigid cocks began pumping in and out of her belly.  
They were both hot and throbbing, shoving her 
intestines aside as they plummeted deep into her 
insides.  There was no pain now.  All she felt was a 
sense of intense exhilaration as the two pistons 
stabbed her repeatedly.
	"Please!" she sobbed.  "Don't stop!  I don't know 
what's happening to me, but I love it!  Go way in!  All 
the way!  Oh, God!  It's so darn good I think I'm gonna 
faint!  Huh!  Huh! Ooohhh!"
	Lynn caught Nancy's eye and winked at her.  "Looks 
like a lot of fun, doesn't it?  We'll have to try it, 
too, won't we?"
	Nan nodded quickly, then turned right back to the 
trio on the floor.  The puffy lips of her flaming cunny 
were quivering, and the hard nipples of her titties 
were all atingle.  As she gaped and squirmed on the 
chair, she promised herself that she was going to beat 
her mother to it.
	"Fffuuuccckkk!" Ken moaned loudly.  "Fffuuuccckkk!  
Dana!  Oh, baby!  Cum whenever you're ready, darling!  
Just let it go!  Daddy's going to fill your pussy to 
the brim!"
	Dana was being hit so hard in her crotch and ass 
it was almost knocking her over.  She imagined she 
could nearly feel the hard rods in her throat as they 
speared into her mercilessly, stretching her sphincters 
to the limit and probing far into her guts.
	"It's gonna happen, Daddy!" she yelped.  "I'm 
gonna do it again!  I can't help it!  Oh, my God!  I'm 
. . . doing . . . it . . . now!  I'm . . .  doing . . . 
it!  I'm . . . cccuuummmiiinnnggg!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
	"Me too!" Toby shouted, arching his back and 
tensing his muscles as a fountain of jizz spurted from 
his leaping joint into Dana's rectum.  "Ooohhh, damn!"
	Ken lifted off the floor when he erupted, 
balancing on his shoulders and heels as his dick spewed 
foaming cum into the girl's clenching twat.  
"Fffuuuccckkk, Dana!  Oh, Jesus!"
	When Dana had stopped shaking and twitching, Ken 
and Toby withdrew their wilting organs from her 
orifices and allowed the girl to roll over onto her 
back where she laid panting and trembling.  The boy's 
prick was streaked with brown, and Ken's was dripping 
fuck juice onto the rug.  They helped Dana to the 
bathroom to drain their jizz into the stool, then wiped 
themselves off and steadied her on the way back.
	"Well," Lynn said when everyone was seated again, 
"it looks like we're all satisfied with the 
arrangements, doesn't it.  Are there any objections to 
what we've got planned for the future?"
	Her question was greeted by a quartet of wide 
smiles.
	"In that case, dear wife," Ken said to his sister, 
"go fetch me a state map from my desk.  No, on second 
thought, make it a U.S. map.  If we're going to move, 
let's make it a place where we all want to go.  All 
right?"
	Before Ken could defend himself, he was smothered 
with hugs and kisses, and he sighed contentedly.  He 
was home for good at last.



The End
