Project Phoenix (c)
Experiment Log #207
By Fiction Writer #13
Edited By Tajod
(M/F, f/f, F/g, F/f, f/g, M/g, M/f, incest, father, grandfather, 
daughter, granddaughter, aunt, niece, sister, solo, group, mast, 
oral, voyeur, bond, noncon, reluct, con, ped, preteen, bi, lez, 
drug, preg)

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

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

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to a padded floor in an empty white room superseded any vocal 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

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

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

'God, I hope she's okay.'

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

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

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

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

Shhhhkt...

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

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

"Daddy?"

The quavering but familiar voice cut his ultimatum short.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shhhhkt...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jenny, can you untie me?"

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

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

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

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

"They?  How many of them are there?"

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

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

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

"Okay, I have it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh... it's...  Its soo gooood..."

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

"OH, GAWD!"

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

"Oh... Oh... Oh.  Uhgnnnn..."

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

 Shhhhkt...

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

"Mommy?"

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

"Mommy, are you 'kay?  Are you hurt?"

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

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

"Kay I guess.  Why are we all nakey?"

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

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

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

"Oh my god!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shhhhkt...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not so hard, Mommy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

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

"I need to get it everywhere, Sweetie."

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

"But, that's my gina."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Momma, do I hafta?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uhnnnn.... Mmmmm..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would we do that, Daddy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Euuuwwwwwww!"

"Gross!"

"Oh, sick!  He pees out of that!"

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

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

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

All three quickly shook their heads and made sour faces.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aunt Jen, what should I do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Having fun?"

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

"Ready to come join us?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aiiieeee!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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