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                  "CONSEQUENCES!" 


                    CHAPTER FOUR 
                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

  Now  firmly  established  in the  locality's  eyes  as 
`Julia's  brother who lives with her', everything  might 
have  happily continued the same way for  years.  Marcus 
found  himself divorced; problematical  finances,  jobs, 
mortgages and other knick-knacks resolved themselves  or 
were under control and life was superb. 

  Two years on, our love affair - for that's what it was 
- continued to expand and deepen, Julia and I constantly 
finding  new  depths  and sides to  each  other,  and  - 
wickedest  of  wicked - it  was  pure  loving-incestuous 
sperm flooding Julia's wonderful body which made us both 
glow with happiness and warmth; we cuddled our  perfect, 
happy,  secret to each other and ourselves. To us  both, 
that  life could get better was impossible, that  better 
and happier delights were ahead was out of the  picture. 
What could improve on Heaven? 

  The  evening  washing-up out of the way, Julia  and  I 
were  sharing  an arm-chair, under her jumper,  my  hand 
idly caressing her nipple, when gently running it about, 
she  popped the tip of her long tongue in my  ear.  This 
was usually the sign she was after something; if not  my 
body, it would be my wallet. Not feeling her invading my 
potentcy, I growled "OK, OK! You've got me, I'll  play!. 
What are you after?" 

  "Absolutely nothing at all, dear brother." Long pause. 
"I was just wondering, that's all." 

  "What about?" 

  Pause. "If you'd be happy if someone came to live with 
us?"  Julia admired her finger-nails, her usual pose  of 
artful innocence. 

  "A threesome, already? It's all the same to me.  After 
all,  I'm only your rent-paying brother, occupying  that 
glorified box you call a spare bedroom! Why, who've  you 
got in mind?" I stared at her. "Oh God!   Not more dusky 
Filipino  gardeners?  You use them up too  quickly,  the 
last two were carried out on a wheel-barrow." 

  "They   were  amateurs,  just   auditioning!",   Julia 
snorted.  "No, nothing like that. No-one important.  No- 
one  really." After another a long pause, her  happiness 
bubbling over, she gave a huge, impish grin. "Just  your 
daughter!" 

  Soon  after getting-together, Julia and I delved  very 
deeply  into  the  subject  of  progeny.   The  risk  of 
confidence  being breached - not necessarily by  them  - 
being  far  too  high, talking to our  own  doctors  and 
medical connections was out!  Tactful,  innocent-looking 
discussions  with  other  medical  people  -  extracting 
information  about  the procreation of incest  was  like 
pulling  teeth  without anaesthetic  and  guaranteed  to 
produce negative, `seat to get my backside on if  things 
go wrong!' answers - and few reference libraries  having 
shelf  upon  shelf on the subject led to us  feeling  we 
were assembling an intricate, three-dimensional  jig-saw 
puzzle with no straight edges or picture to work to! 

  Naturally  - what else would they do? -  everyone  and 
the  few  books etc., gave doom and  gloom  predictions, 
hair-raising   pictures  and  pessimistic  evidence   of 
incestuous pregnancy, and - quite apart from not wishing 
to put unnecessary fear into Julia - amid the  hysteria, 
it  took a Machiavellian mind to find the  few  unbiased 
facts. 

  Reading  between the lines, first-generation  children 
of  incest  stood  only a  slightly  increased  risk  of 
genetic  malformation.  A wild card in  the  unspecified 
equation,  when it came to brains and talent, some  were 
virtual fore-runners of a veritable super-race! 

  Assuming  her  egg was under attack from  400  million 
very  single-minded  sperms every time  I  restaged  the 
Normandy invasion in Julia's uterus,  even allowing  for 
a high casualty-rate, every week saw an average of about 
3  billion of the little sods spinning round inside  her 
at  any  given  moment, with time  on  their  hands  and 
nothing to do but look for trouble. 

  Now, after 2 years or so, having lubricated her  baby- 
making parts with sufficient semen to refloat an  ocean- 
going  liner,  one  mischief-making  rat-bag  had  taken 
himself seriously, beat the system and hit the jack-pot. 

  "Christ  on  a  bicycle!  You're  pregnant!"   Changes 
loomed. 

  "If  not, we'll eat that doctor in a pie and  sue  his 
damned  rabbit!", laughed Julia.   Suddenly, she  looked 
concerned. "Are you happy about it?" 

  In the absence of reasonable proof positive,  although 
Julia's  womb  literally glowed with love -  I  knew,  I 
often had a hand on it - and varying between  monumental 
and colossal, with her sporadic desire for my baby  left 
unresolved,  trusting to Destiny and ably reinforced  by 
Julia's  contraceptive coil, the topic of  children  had 
been quietly dropped! 

  Now, warming in front of Julia's delight, there  could 
only be one answer and I gave her a big hug. "Oh,  lover 
mine!  I  couldn't be more happier if  I  tried!  That's 
bloody  marvellous, absolutely bloody marvellous! I  was 
thinking about asking you if you were happy to take  the 
risk?" 

  At  that period, still very controversial  and  risky, 
abortion  never came into it. Thanking public  opinion's 
complete  ostrich-view for leaving us in the dark  about 
incestuous  pregnancy, I mentally shrugged my  shoulders 
and  called  in my friend Fate, on whose  broad  back  I 
placed  the problem. Hugging Julia close, I asked,  "Are 
you happy about it?" 

  Putting her arms round my waist, her head on my chest, 
Julia whispered "You know I've wanted to feel your  baby 
growing inside me since I was twelve. Even before then". 
She looked up, a happy glow in her face. When it came to 
optimistic blind-faith, she had a cartload. "There's  no 
risk, our love will protect it, you'll see." 

  "But it's going to mean changes for you." Julia looked 
at  me questioningly. "A daughter in the house.  Another 
mouth to feed, another woman to love." 

  Right  then, had sister Julia asked me for  the  moon, 
I'd  have been drawing plans for the rocket!  Unhearing, 
without a thought, I happily agreed. 

  So  saving  the  obstetrician from  being  cooked  and 
eaten, in case there did prove to be a foul-up with  her 
tests,  ten  minutes were spent  energetically  ensuring 
Julia's next period would be noticeable by its  absence. 
And  making sure those beautiful breasts would feed  our 
baby my love as well as Julia's milk! 

  For the sake of family and friends, spare moments over 
the  next  few weeks were spent in innocent  fun,  Julia 
building  an elaborate story around a mythical  American 
boy-friend who, everyone was told, she only occasionally 
saw. 

  Cuddled  up  in  bed at  night,  we  planned  `Hank's' 
movements  for the days ahead, what he would  likely  be 
telling  Julia and where his business would take him.  A 
charter pilot by profession, and a workaholic likely  to 
be called at odd times, he conveniently disappeared  for 
weeks  on  end. (We simply couldn't  have  his  presence 
interfering  with  our life together,  and  besides,  if 
discovering  me  bathing  his baby's  head  with  loving 
sperm, he might get upset!) 

  Then, seduced by champagne, on the one occasion  Julia 
was  smooth-talked  into relaxing her guard,  horror  of 
horrors,  the filthy swine impregnated her! And if  that 
was not enough, then told her he was - shock horror gasp 
-  a married man! Being the good-looking lady  of  style 
she  was,  Julia instantly forgave him as  being  `only- 
human'. 

  Hank's  demise  was scheduled to be in  a  regrettable 
plane-crash, but people possibly expecting to read it in 
the papers and because, underneath it all, he was really 
such  a  first-class nice-guy, (Julia had far  too  much 
class to be seen with `rubbish') he was reprieved from a 
grisly   fate.   Other   suggested   `exits'    included 
disappearing  whilst on charter to the Orinocco  Airline 
Company, but Julia categorically refused; although a sex 
maniac,  a deflowerer and corrupter of decent,  innocent 
women, she loved the father of her unborn child far  too 
much to permit that! 

  Being  a `good-egg', the excellent `boy-scout' we  had 
created, eventually obliging everyone by doing the right 
thing, Hank returned to his wife, Stella, who overnight, 
whisked him back to America where, flying for Panam,  he 
followed   a  successful  career.  To  mark   our   deep 
gratitude, we promoted him Training Captain. 

  In   the   family's  and  neighbours   view,   another 
`worthless  man', adulterous air-line pilots out of  the 
way, obliging `good brother' once again stepped into the 
gaping  breach  to  be  a  good  Uncle  to  the  pending 
newcomer. Making us wonder whether she had twigged, with 
a  swift look from Mum, and a pointed `are you  positive 
everything  is  going  to be all right'  to  Julia,  our 
parents  were  told  of the arrival.  But  whatever  her 
thoughts,  making it unanimous, Mum was genuinely  happy 
about Julia's pregnancy. 

  Julia  being left in the lurch by yet another man,  we 
thought  it  best to move house, settling  in  a  little 
village  by the sea, hundreds of miles from old  friends 
and   colleagues,  where,  never  contradicted,   locals 
automatically  accepted  us as `man-and-wife'.  That  we 
were  a `fond' couple became common-knowledge;  not  the 
stuff of Parish Magazines, that behind closed doors,  we 
became brother and sister still consumed by pure  loving 
carnality and lust remained secret! 

  Our  daughter,  a  perfectly-formed  bombshell   named 
Shonagh,  was  born one marvellous spring  morning,  and 
from then, I had two women doggedly vying for attention! 
Studying  her  fair hair, I wondered  about  dark-haired 
Hank's genealogy! 

  After  two  years,  for reasons  of  convenience,  the 
baby's bed was in our room. Never one to be bashful, and 
going  after a `pick-me-up' or  `heart-starter'  Julia's 
lips  were giving my penis a working-over when I  became 
aware  of big blue eyes watching through the  side-bars. 
Although I jumped, Julia carried on. 

  Over breakfast, I received Julia's honest opinion that 
it  was never going to hurt a child seeing  its  parents 
loving  each other. Readily agreeing, from there,  never 
initiating anything, if something occurred, neither  did 
we stop it; it was innocent enough. If Julia and I  were 
making  love  and Shonagh came to us, if she  wanted  to 
join  in with a cuddle, we let her. But at two, she  was 
no  more interested in our naked bodies as she  was  our 
left ears! 

  Some  months  later, dreaming of  tits,  knickers  and 
penis-licking, when erotically coming awake some  months 
later  to  the  physical  sensations,  I  found   little 
Shonagh,  now about two-and-a-half, busily  sucking  me. 
Laughing, Julia was holding her, but seeing me nervously 
discomforted into wilting, she gently removed our little 
daughter from the bed - and my penis - loudly whispering 
to  her  what a mean old Dad she had.  "After  all,  the 
stuff comes for free!" 

  Particularly  on mornings following that summer's  hot 
nights,  when  everyone  slept  in  the  nude,  as   she 
clambered into bed with us, instead of her lips, Shonagh 
might occasionally get her little navel or belly  kissed 
good-morning. A genuine accident, one morning, I  missed 
by  a mile and she caught a kiss on the  pussy.  Shonagh 
wriggled and giggled, she instinctively loved it. 

  Undoubtedly  her mother's daughter,  Shonagh  squealed 
with  delight  when  -  that  firm  little  tummy  being 
provocatively waggled at us - one or the other of us had 
saucily  slipped  a tongue-tip into her  little  groove, 
flicking her clitoris. Nothing wicked, just open loving, 
happening if it happened. It often happened after  that, 
but  once done, was over and then forgotten.  There  was 
never  a  planned  onslaught on  our  children's  sexual 
areas. 

  Working from home, the little business I started after 
we had moved house on money Dad left me when he died was 
now  doing really well, which was fortunate,  because  a 
year  later,  Julia told me she was pregnant  again.  It 
wasn't  a  surprise; after pushing the  usual  fears  of 
genetic weakness from our minds - one look at  Shonagh's 
perfect  little  firm body and bright mind was  all  the 
reassurance we needed - we'd really tried for this  one, 
and  all that remained was to see if it was a boy  or  a 
girl. I was easy either way, but Julia was dead set on a 
boy.   When  she was about two months from  birth,  over 
breakfast on the terrace one morning, I asked why. 

  Making me wonder why I hadn't realised it for  myself, 
said  in such a way, Julia laughed. "So the numbers  are 
even, silly. So we can love each other as a family!" 

  Now,  any person selling Rolls-Royce motor-cars  would 
be silly to deny ever wondering what it would be like to 
own  one.  Similarly,  constantly  receiving  only   the 
fullest co-operation and love from his sister, with  her 
bearing  one  incestuous  child  and  carrying  another, 
whilst  all the time conducting a full-blooded,  highly-
happy,  erotic, incestuous love-affair on our level,  no 
man in my position can rear a daughter without wondering 
whether  she  will one day want to be fucked by  Dad  or 
what it would be like to fuck her. 

  So far having put the subject out of my mind,  reality 
was  now  catching-up  and I felt  uneasy.    A  morning 
giggle  with Shonagh was one thing, full-scale  sex  was 
something  else; exciting fantasy, but  still  something 
else. "Why do you think that will happen?" I asked. 

  Julia  burst out laughing and danced out  of  spanking 
range.   "You're picking a funny time to think about it, 
aren't you, when your chief claim to fame is for  having 
incestuous relations with females of your family?    I'm 
very  happy to say!"  Regarding herself safe,  she  came 
close again, and giving me a peck, sat down.  "Seriously 
though,  of all the options, not only does  incest  give 
our family what we would want for them, it happens to be 
the only option?" 

  The logic made my nose wrinkle a question. 

  "We  are  an  incestuous family"  stated  Julia.  "Our 
`joining-ceremony'  opened the door to happiness  beyond 
our  wildest  hopes and dreams. Any  parent  would  want 
their  children  to  have that!"  Raising  her  eyes  to 
Heaven,  she shook her head. "It gave him  his  innocent 
sister's love and more lust and sex than most men get in 
three lifetimes, yet he complains?" 

  Mouth  curled  in  a smile, Julia  winked  at  me  and 
carried on. "Not only are you happy in incest, you  have 
felt  and  lived  the  results  of  loving-incest,  and, 
dearest brother, you are an honest man who would be very 
unhappy lying to, misleading or downright depriving your 
children  of  anything. Which, incidentally,  you'll  be 
forced to do if they are not told. 

  "Not  a million miles from that, we firmly believe  in 
incest  and  the freedom it gave us to  develop  genuine 
love. Which we thoroughly enjoy, and would be loathe  to 
give  up. And why should we?"   She raised her  eyebrows 
at me. 

  The  logic  making  me blink a  little,  I  questioned 
Julia's line of reasoning. 

  "It's   all  one  tremendous  risk!"   Shrugging   her 
shoulders, Julia said again, "We are a family of incest! 
If  only  having incestuous blood in the kids  was  risk 
enough, one or the other of them - probably both -  will 
have our loving nature and might easily take after us as 
we were as children. They'll see whatever they see,  and 
pick up on whatever keeps them happy.    We aren't  ever 
going  to stop them, it's not in our nature, and out  of 
choice,  we  would  positively  encourage  them.    Much 
better  to see what they get up to than have  it  happen 
behind   our  backs  in  dark  places."   Smiling,   she 
conversationally poured the tea. "Or on settees!  

  "So, we can risk finding the two of them screwing each 
other  like  dogs on heat, and let it carry  on.  Or  if 
stopping  them, risk a repetition of what happened  when 
Mum and Dad found you getting at me, thereby raising the 
necessity  of  giving  all sorts  of  explanations,  the 
purpose of which they might not easily understand. 

  "So  there  lays  another risk.  If  children  do  not 
understand,  in  their confusion, they  will  ask  other 
people to explain. 

  "Now  we fall over other risks, but these  really  are 
risks,  they involve other people! Risking the  children 
asking  questions  of them is very  dangerous,  probably 
causing them to closely look at us; who are we, where do 
we come from, that sort of thing! What might those other 
people  not  find out, to the risk and detriment  of  us 
all? 

  "Via  those  other people,  officialdom  could  become 
involved,  and  from there,  gigantic,  dangerous  risks 
arise.  In itself, that you and I look so much alike  in 
ordinary daylight is a high-calibre risk. Fooling people 
in  a hotel is completely different to pulling the  wool 
over suspicious eyes and non-sympathetic minds." 

  Julia  sat  back in her chair. "So for  our  children, 
much better they grow up living in incest, accepting  it 
for what it means to them and all of us and they and  we 
deal  with it as normally as possible. There,  the  only 
risk - and a very small one at that - is should they not 
like it, which if it happens, would only prove you and I 
have  made a complete muck-up of doing what we do  well. 
Fucking in loving-incest!". Julia chuckled. "Who  knows, 
if   as  some  people  think,  incest  is  passed   from 
generation to generation, when she's older, there's even 
a risk Shonagh might want your body." 

  Enquiringly,  Julia  looked at me. "Or  would  you  be 
happier taking one of the other risks?" 

  Put  like that, I had to stop and think. Most of  what 
Julia was saying had crossed my mind, and it put my mind 
at rest to know we were on the same wave-length. "So you 
believe  the  children would be unhappy if  they  didn't 
know about you and I. That they would become insecure?" 

  "Try  permanently stopping giving  Shonagh's  clitoris 
its  Sunday morning ration of love and, pretty  smartly, 
you'll find out," was Julia's prompt reply. "She's  like 
her  mother! Stop, and she'll feel insecure,  think  you 
don't  love her any more. If a child feels insecure,  it 
becomes  unhappy and shows it, and someone is  bound  to 
ask why this is so. 

  "The  children  will  have to be  told  sometime;  why 
bother  to wait until everyone else has bred  doubt  and 
fear and suspicion in them, has told them all about  the 
big  `TABOO!'? Then to suddenly spring it on  them  that 
Mummy and Dad are some form of freaks, terrible  mortal- 
sinners, and whether they like it or not, they are  part 
of  the sin! God Bless society! If the  children  aren't 
traumatised  beforehand,  they will be  then!  It  would 
frighten them to death, the poor darlings! They'd  never 
get  over  it, never forgive us! And  I  wouldn't  blame 
them." 

  Not  a good thought to start the day on.  Another  one 
came to mind. "So why is having a boy important?  What's 
the problem if the next one is a girl." 

  "Simple  jealousy", replied Julia with a smile.  "You, 
you  incorrigible  corrupter of little  girls,  will  no 
doubt  cope,  but  history  is  full  of  the   troubles 
following two women who share a single man. Three  women 
sharing  one  man  is absolutely  fraught  with  danger. 
Involving two little girls as it might, doubtless,  this 
will  lead  to insecurity and  questions  arising,  thus 
risking trouble. 

  "So,  not  being in the market for  problems,  let  us 
`fail to safe'." 

  "Why?" I wished I had a woman's mind. 

  "Julia  loves  brother's cock. Shonagh  already  loves 
Daddy's tongue, and probably one day soon, will fancy  a 
helping  of  what  happens  from  there.  Either  second 
daughter  gets much the same share or  green-eye  arises 
and causes trouble. 

  "As we get older, you'll have enough trouble supplying 
me.  Ego and much-though-you-may-fancy-the-idea  on  the 
back  burner,  do  you think you  can  continue  regular 
supplies when you have two other mouths to feed?"  Julia 
could  make complicated things sound almost simple  when 
she tried. "Therefore, my darling one, pray for a sturdy 
male-child  with a strong sex-drive to prevent you  from 
becoming  fucked-out  and sucked-out  before  you  reach 
middle- age!" 

  "What  makes you think I am prepared to supply  anyone 
else but you? Particularly my daughter?" I wondered if I 
felt as indignant as I sounded. 

  "Because, dear brother, this is a family of incest. We 
are  extremely  happy,  we love our  life,  and  if  our 
children   grow  up  in  the  middle  of  it,   in   all 
probability,  they  will  also  love  it  -  it's   very 
powerful,  remember?  If our son seduces  our  daughter, 
we'd   be   happy,  but  we  will  become   victims   of 
circumstance.   Happy   victims,  maybe,   but   victims 
nevertheless." I apparently passed inspection as, eyeing 
me  up  and down, Julia pursed her lips. "Mmm,  you  may 
need  your arm twisted up your back, but I think  you'll 
eventually do the right thing." 

  The negatives wouldn't go away. "Perhaps Shonagh  will 
turn away from our way of life. She might be  disgusted. 
Or ashamed!" Obstinately, I kept on. "Anyway, why do you 
think I'd want to fuck her?" 

  "Because we are a family of incest." Julia's voice was 
very  patient. "Because you love her. If  tomorrow,  she 
started playing with your dick, would you stop her?"  No 
point  denying it. "Of course you wouldn't! And if,  but 
at  the  rate she's going, more likely  `when',  Shonagh 
wants  you  between her legs, are you going  to  refuse? 
Never! Everything in you; the father, the protector, the 
lover  and the man, is all for it!" She  grinned  slyly. 
"Besides,  you've known nothing else! The  best  fucking 
you've ever had has come from your family!" 

  Smiling,  Julia  softly  glanced  at  me.  "Don't   be 
concerned,  you're  only hung-up  because  of  Shonagh's 
young  age, but love will overcome that. You'll do  what 
you'll  do, and when it is time for it to  happen,  what 
will happen, will happen". 

  Watching the clouds, she looked up into the sky.  "And 
there's another thing going for incest. Assuming we have 
a  son, as soon as the opportunity presents itself,  the 
mother  and woman in me will say the same, to do it!  If 
our son wanders in with an erection, asking what to  do, 
you'd be the first to tell me to show him. And if you've 
shown Shonagh what to do with it, and he knows, as  sure 
as  night  follows  day and exactly as  we  would  want, 
they'll do it to each other. 

  "Now,  are you happy with that, or do you want  to  go 
round again?" Seeing me jolt myself into  understanding, 
Julia  said  kindly,  "Be  realistic,  dearest  brother! 
You're not going to stop making love to me whenever  you 
want,  and  if  you ever do, I'll  bite  you  to  death, 
starting with the thing which caused all my problems! 

  "The  children will naturally follow us. Look  at  the 
times  we've nearly been caught at it by  other  people! 
And  that was before there were children running  about. 
It's  only a matter of time before they catch  us,  and, 
providing  we are honest and truthful, it  will  attract 
them! 

  "After the life and fun we live, it's going to be only 
natural to us to include our family; what else would  we 
do? Could you get a deeper or better love elsewhere? Why 
would  I want to get sex elsewhere?" Seeing me shake  my 
head, she added, "So where could your daughter get  more 
understanding and gentler love, particularly if it comes 
highly-recommended by mother! 

  "Besides which, because this is a family of incest, it 
is  only a matter of time before you fuck your  daughter 
or,  more  likely,  your  daughter  fucks  you.  In  our 
household,  it's  almost  a  raging  certainly!"   Julia 
laughed  aloud.  "I'll do a deal with you!  If  you  die 
without  having  done her, I'll jump in the  grave  with 
you! 

  "And  there's  one  other reason, a  big  one."  Julia 
steadily looked at me. "Underneath all this protest,  in 
our hearts, it's what we both want. What happened to  us 
when I was four - the love and excitement, the joy -  is 
engraved on our souls." 

  Suddenly wrapping her arms around her, Julia shivered. 
"And I'd be thrilled to see his daughter making love  to 
my brother." 

  Suddenly  shy,  Julia  rose  and  hugging  me   close, 
whispered, "There's something else you'd better be aware 
of".   She looked up into my eyes.   "I want to feel our 
son loving me." 

  Almost  the most powerful of any erotic  effect  Julia 
had ever had on me, the unexpected image turned me on. I 
thought  for a moment and then grinned.   "As  you  keep 
mentioning,  this  is a family of incest.  I'd  say  you 
stand a better than average chance of that happening." I 
regarded her. "You've really thought about this, haven't 
you? You're really into incest, you really believe it to 
be good!" 

  Relieved, Julia smiled.   "So do you!", she  retorted, 
a happy lilt in her voice. "Loving incest like we  have, 
yes,  every  time! What else do you expect?   I -  we  - 
have  been  happier with each other than  we  ever  knew 
existed. 

  "How many `ordinary' couples are as happy as we?  Once 
we  went  to bed with each other - once we  realised  we 
wanted each other, loved each other - the writing was on 
the  wall. You'd want your daughter happy, I'd want  the 
same  for  our son. And we both know the  simple,  fast, 
most effective, best way of achieving it. 

  "If  we  had  suppressed that love,  had  we  followed 
convention  and  squashed our feelings, God  knows  what 
screw-ups  we'd be by now, but I hate to even  think  of 
it.  Convention nearly cheated us out of  everything  we 
now  have. Making them unhappy whilst we secretly  still 
wanted each other, marrying someone else would have been 
a  complete fraud: how could we have ever been  true  to 
them?  Had  we not brought it out into  the  open,  we'd 
probably  be  cheating on them right  now,  entertaining 
licentious thoughts about each other. I certainly  would 
have  been about you, and that would have been  terribly 
unfair to our partners. 

  "Now,  incest  is  in  our  blood  and,  through   the 
children, we are in each other's. We love each other and 
having overcome your own guilt and fears, there'll be no 
stopping  you from doing anything for our  children.  Or 
me!  Whatever  you may think now, one day,  you'll  want 
Shonagh to join us." 

  This was true, I mused. When the time had come  right, 
I'd loved Julia enough to not think twice about  fucking 
her,  it  was  what she wanted and needed  to  make  her 
happy.  Things had progressed from there, and  -  rumour 
had  it - I was a better husband, father and lover  than 
ever Marcus - or dear old Hank - could ever have been. 

  And  no-one  could  complain about Julia  as  a  mate, 
mother,  or anything! Whereas it had pleased my  sister, 
I'd  had  no qualms about fucking her, so  why  would  I 
suddenly  draw  a  line  if it  suited  and  pleased  my 
daughter?  Realising I'd been thinking round an  idiot's 
circle, I gave Julia a squeeze. "OK, you're on," I said. 
"Point me towards this daughter of ours and speak to her 
of sex!" 

  "Steady, boy, steady", laughed Julia. "She isn't after 
you yet. But she will be, any day now!" 

  One morning - she would have been about four -  during 
Sunday  morning's cuddle and play with Mummy and  Daddy, 
as Daddy lay in their big bed, Shonagh straddled Daddy's 
chest,  giggling  and  laughing,  her  labia  innocently 
spread  wide,  tiny  clitoris  peeking  from  its  hood.   
Watching, fondness written over her face, a naked  Julia 
lay across my legs, her head on her arms. 

  Seeing  Daddy's  innocent  glance  at  her  pussy,   a 
suddenly-determined Shonagh levered herself towards  me. 
Eyes  bright, Julia watched intently as  towering  above 
me,  little  knees on my shoulders, little  pink  tongue 
showing  between  tiny  teeth, Shonagh  looked  down  in 
concentration.    Suddenly different to other  times  of 
fun,  intent on sliding the little dark orifice  of  her 
vagina  onto  my mouth to be licked,  her  vulva  pushed 
forwards! 

  Horribly real, it was a war-time afternoon again!  And 
the  physical  and mental torture which followed  it!  A 
very  close  relative, legs apart, clitoris  showing,  a 
four-year-old girl wanted sexual-licking! Laying dormant 
through  all the years,  confusion,  fear,  humiliation, 
disgrace,  shame,  loneliness  -  every  filthy,  rotten 
feeling  that  childhood afternoon had bred  into  me  -
suddenly  erupted  and straining to avoid  contact  with 
Shonagh's  belly, pushing her away, my head jerked  left 
and right as I barked "No!" 

  Let  alone  thrashing about like a  scorpion  stinging 
itself  to  death,  little Shonagh had yet  to  see  her 
parents  cross with her or each other. Trembling on  the 
verge  of  tears,  shocked  and  confused,  bottom   lip 
wobbling  as she looked to her mother  for  reassurance, 
innocent disappointment and fear showed on her face. 

  Swiftly, steadying Shonagh's trembling body, Julia was 
there. "Everything's all right, darling, we caught Daddy 
by  surprise, that's all. He loves you very  much,  it's 
all  right." Eyes bright with tears,  dubiously  looking 
from   one   to  another,   Shonagh   paused,   awaiting 
developments. 

  Realising the cause, I cursed a family whose motto was 
`Never discuss anything worthwhile' and who took feeling 
guilty  about  sexual  behaviour  to  extremes.  Rapidly 
recovering  and feeling guilty myself, I was ashamed  of 
the hurt I'd caused Shonagh. 

  "It's OK, darling." Guessing the root of the upheaval, 
understanding  in  her eyes, Julia looked at me  as  her 
soothing  voice  it. "It's OK. We were always  going  to 
love  the children, right?" Fully agreeing with  her,  I 
nodded.  "And encourage our kids to love?" Another  nod. 
"Then  lay where you are, and do what you and  I  want." 
Puzzled, I looked at her. 

  Julia  glanced  down towards  Shonagh's  vulva.  "Join 
Shonagh to us." 

  Following  Julia's  gaze,  understanding  dawning,   I 
looked up at her. Giving me a direct nod, her voice soft 
and  reassuring,  she talked by Shonagh's  ear.  "There, 
Daddy's quite happy again. It's a lovely game Mummy  and 
Daddy  plays, isn't it, Shonagh? And now  our  favourite 
girl is going to play it with us, is that right?" 

  Shadow  gone from her face, little Shonagh's eyes  lit 
up.  "Yes, please, Mummy? Will Daddy play  now?  Please, 
Daddy!" 

  Assured Shonagh was now recovered, Julia relaxed. "Oh, 
yes, darling, of course he will. Daddy showed Mummy  how 
to  play  this  game when she was a  little  girl."  She 
glanced   down,  where  instinctively,  my   penis   was 
beginning  to swell. "Now Daddy's going to play it  with 
you.  And  do what he promised Mummy a long  while  ago, 
before  you  were born. Play the game with  Mummy."  Her 
warm eyes asking the question, she looked at me.  "Isn't 
Daddy?" 

  From the corner of her eye, as she saw me give a  huge 
wink  as  I  remembered  the day she  told  me  she  was 
expecting  Shonagh, Julia smiled happily. "What  a  good 
Daddy, isn't he?". 

  Shonagh agreed without hesitation. 

  "Good! Now Mummy will help Shonagh." 

  Slowly  and carefully, her arm round  Shonagh's  naked 
shoulders,  Julia  ticklingly ran her  other  hand  down 
Shonagh's  pink  tummy.  Well  used  to  this,   Shonagh 
wriggled  appreciatively.  Julia's  soft,  smooth  voice 
continued.  "That's  right, little Shonagh,  that  feels 
lovely, doesn't it? Mummy loves it when Daddy plays with 
her.  It's  quite OK, Mummy and Daddy are with  you  and 
love you very much." 

  Any  doubts  now completely disappeared,  Shonagh  was 
eager for whatever came next. "Now, Shonagh, let's  play 
properly". Touching her open labia, for the first  time, 
Julia's  long  fingers  kept  brush-stroking   Shonagh's 
clitoris until breathtakingly, six inches away from  me, 
its  tiny  hood slipped back. Quivering,  a  replica  of 
Julia's at the same age, the white stem rose into sight. 

  Looking  down  at  Julia's  hand,  Shonagh   wondering 
fingers  lightly  touched its swollen-bead  herself  and 
suddenly  giggling, her eager little high-pitched  voice 
happily squealed, "Yes! Play with me!" 

  "Ease  forward then, darling, Mummy's got you."  Julia 
whispered   encouragingly.  Enthusiastically   wriggling 
forward on her knees, wavering, angelic clitoris pointed 
straight  at  me,  I could  smell  lemony  freshness  on 
Shonagh's body as Julia cradled her buttocks in the palm 
of her hand. "There, just a little further, darling. Th- 
a-a-a-t's it. Now, let Mummy give your bottom a little - 
push!",  and  my  slinky  little  daughter's   searching 
clitoris slipped firmly between Daddy's lips as, sliding 
my hands around Shonagh, I pulled her closer. 

  Crouched  beside me, whispering in my ear as I  probed 
Shonagh's  vagina with my tongue, Julia's hand  caressed 
her  buttocks. "There, darling, my little gift  to  you! 
Who  knows what it may bring! You did it to me,  and  it 
created my future. Now do it to our daughter! 


  "But don't keep her waiting for 20 years before you do 
it again. Promise?" My hands holding Shonagh's thighs, I 
nodded  as  Julia exclaimed, "Look at the  little  minx! 
She's  loving it." Little hands grasping the  headboard, 
looking  down  at her belly,  Shonagh's  deep-blue  eyes 
knowingly focused on mine as she deliberately opened her 
legs wider to my flicking tongue. 

