BEE-3131 Homespun Fun by J. Brown


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 cumming 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
