



                            TAKING ADVANTAGE OF JUNE


                                            by John P

                                       Copyright© 2011


Chapter 8

This revelation about Abby being made pregnant by her father
makes my dick lurch, although I don't know why. I quickly do the
sums and realise that, calculating my wife's age and then June's
age, she gave birth to her daughter when she was 14. Images come
into my head of a 14-year-old girl with a swollen belly being
being sexed night after night by her dad, with her mum helping
him to give her pleasure. My cock is hardening and Abby's
notices.

"You dirty bugger," she says, smiling at me. "You're picturing me
as a pregnant kid, aren't you?"

God, that woman's smart; no wonder she's the boss of that big
company she works for. I admit that she's right and I ask her
what happened at home before she found herself pregnant. My mind
is running wild with all the possibilities but I settle myself
down to hear all the details.

"Mum used to like getting me ready for Dad to fuck me. I think
she liked it best when she got me down on my hands and knees, and
she'd lick my bum and pussy, exciting me and making me very wet
with her saliva. She'd drive me wild when she tickled my little
clit with the tip of her tongue. After she was finished exciting
me, I'd be so aroused that I'd be willing to take anybody's cock
in my pussy, even a rapist. Daddy would be naked in front of me
and I'd be sucking his cock, getting him hard so that I could
feel him thrust into my pussy when Mum had finished getting me
ready."

Wow! Listening to Abby tell her story is really getting me worked
up and, because we're both naked, I can't hide my cock from her.

"Then they'd change ends. Mum would lie in front of me, legs wide
open, and I'd lick her pussy while Dad fucked me from behind. He
would hold my hips with both hands and push his cock gently into
me, making love to me, whispering his love for me loud enough for
Mum to hear. She would be wriggling on the floor with my mouth
and tongue making her cum, moaning and screaming, and Dad would
speed up and fuck me more aggressively. Then he'd cum, and I'd
feel his cock jerking as he shot lots of hot spunk into me.
You've no idea how sexy it is to feel your daddy's cock throbbing
in your pussy while he pumps his hot seed into you. It's the most
wonderful experience a little girl can have and I'm pretty sure
June is having the same feelings towards you."

She's watching me stroking my cock as she's speaking, watching as
it gets bigger and harder while this story of incest unfolds. I'm
really being turned on by her description of sex with her parents
and I can't help drawing parallells with our present situation.
Our sexy little daughter is enjoying sex with both her parents
and I'm starting to think that what I've been doing to her is
less child abuse and more having a loving incestuous
relationship.

"It's logical if you think about it, John. She loves us both and
she knows we love her dearly. You're the one man she can trust
not to hurt her, aren't you? Any boy she goes out with will be an
unknown quantity until she gets to know him. That's the way I
felt with Dad."

"Yes," I say, "but you married ME."

"Sure," she says, "after I got to know you. I went out with men
before I met you but most didn't want to continue once they found
out about my daughter. You were the exception and I knew you were
the one for me. That's why I went out with you so long before I'd
let you get into my knickers. I was testing you and you passed
the test. When I saw how you were with June when she was little,
you exceeded my expectations. That's why I said yes when you
asked to marry me."

"But you told me that you became pregnant after a one-night
stand," I say.

"I couldn't very well tell you that Daddy did it, could I?" she
laughs.

"I suppose not," I have to admit. "What happened when Dad found
out he made you pregnant?"

"We took no precautions, no birth control," she goes on, "and by
the time I was 13 and a half, my periods stopped. When I told
Mum, I thought she'd be concerned but she just lit up. 'Really?'
she said. 'Are you sure, love?' and she said, 'Don't tell Dad yet
until we're sure,' and she hugged me so tight, kissing me and
telling me how much she loved me. The very next day, she picked
up a pregnancy test and we confirmed it. Dad had got me
pregnant."

"She wasn't worried?" I asked.

"She sat me down and we had a long talk about it," she continued,
"asking me what I wanted. When I said I wanted to keep it, her
tears came. 'Oh Abby, you've made me so happy. I love you so
much.' I asked about school and how to hide my condition from
everybody but she said not to worry, that she and Dad would fix
everything for us all. 'Come on, you can tell Dad now,' she said
and we went into the lounge. 'Frank,' she said, 'Abby has
something to tell you.' He put down his paper and looked up at
me. 'What is it, sweetheart?' he asked."

I get up and get us more drinks and settle down again to get the
rest of the story.

"I came straight out with it. 'Dad, I'm going to have a baby!'
and he just looked at me as if a weight had hit him right between
the eyes. Mum said, 'It's true, Frank. You've made her pregnant.'
He stood up and I rushed into his arms, holding him tight as he
cuddled me. 'Do you want to keep it?' he asked, holding his
breath. 'Oh yes,' I said and he released his breath and kissed
me. 'I love you so much, Abby,' he whispered and I thought he was
going to cry. He was like a dog with two dicks, John, so happy to
be a father again. Mum joined our cuddling too and we stood
there, a happy family. 'We'll get you everything you need, Abby,
don't worry about a thing, love. I can't tell you about how happy
you've made me and your mum.' I was happy too that I wouldn't be
alone through what was to come."

"Was Mum really happy about it?" I ask, thinking how this might
affect things between Mum and Dad.

"Oh yes, she was. She wouldn't let me do anything because of my
'condition' as she called it. She did everything for me and Daddy
did too. The thing was, though, that once I reached about 3
months, my hormones really started kicking in and leaving me
perpetually horny. Mum had to make me cum at least 3 times a day
and I almost jumped on Dad every time he came home and I had to
have his cock in me. I was insatiable so Mum used to pull my
knickers off and tongue me till I came, using a dildo on me often
to simulate Daddy's cock. We'd do a 69 regularly and make each
other cum and I'd lap up her juices as she was sucking mine. In
the end, I'd walk around with no knickers at all so that I could
flash my pussy at Mum and she'd get to her knees and lick it.
God, John, she knew just what to do with a pregnant little girl.
She even used to tongue-fuck my bottom and I loved it."

My dick's rising again at these revelations and Abby's watching
as I'm stroking myself.

"Daddy would come home and Mum would sometimes bend me over a
chair, pull my skirt up to show him my bare pussy and say,
'Frank, out little girl wants a good fucking.' He'd lick my
bottom and pussy, getting me wetter, and then Mum would suck his
cock and guide it to my hole. 'Fuck her, Frank, fuck the little
cunt!' and he'd push into me, making me moan out loud. Mum would
kiss me and play with my tits while Dad fucked me and when she
thought he was cumming, she'd finger my clit, rubbing it fast so
that I came when Dad did. I'd be groaning and shuddering and Dad
would start pumping his white hot spunk into me, right up into my
womb. When he'd finished, Mum would go behind me and lick all the
spunk and my juices from my pussy, swallowing it all."

I'm going to shoot my load if she carries on with this story, I'm
sure of it, but I want her to go on.

"Daddy had organised a doctor friend of his, a gynaecologist, to
see me and check me often. To stop nosy workers at his clinic
from alerting the authorities, he "accidentally" put the wrong
date of birth on my records so that it appeared I was 16. When I
went for a check-up, Mum would watch as he carried out the
procedures to monitor me and the baby. However, afterwards, when
it came to paying his fee, he would "test" my clitoris by having
me straddle his face while Mum sucked his cock. I was happy with
what he was doing because I was horny yet again but he never
complained when my recently fucked pussy disgorged generous
amounts of Daddy's spunk into his mouth as he licked me. When I
came, he came too, filling Mum's mouth with his sperm. He had
lots of little girls as patients and he never charged their
parents either for his "treatments". The doctor came to our home
regularly and used to enjoy watching Daddy breed me all over
again, licking up the mess when Daddy pulled his cock out of me."

I have to leave my cock alone now before I shoot spunk all over
myself.

"When my belly swelled, Daddy would kiss it, running his hands
over it. A pregnant 13-year-old is the most erotic sight, he
would tell me, and it would make him hard again. Mum would feel
me up too, and suck on my nipples which had started to go darker.
My breasts were getting fuller too and I used to like to feel
them and imagine the baby sucking on them. That used to make me
horny and I needed my parents to make me cum again and of course,
they'd oblige. I was insatiable for months; even visitors were
treated to brief glimpses of my bare pussy if they looked like
they might be interested. Uncle Jeff came once while my parents
were out and I flashed him, watching his face. I was sure he
wanted me so I opened my legs wide and he stared, licking his dry
lips. 'Like it, Uncle Jeff?' I asked and he nodded. I swung my
legs over the arms of the chair so that they were wide open and
he came to me, stuck his head between my legs and licked me,
pussy and bum-hole. He took his cock out of his pants and wanked
it, cumming about 10 seconds before I did. God, he must have
thought I was a slut. It was the hormones, you see, they were
running riot and I couldn't help it."

'God, Abby, please stop!' I think, but she knows that I really
want her to continue.

"Anyway, when the time came for the baby to be born, the doctor
came along with a midwife. It took about 3 hours before I was
delivered and I held that tiny child to my breast. Mum and Dad
were so proud of me and fussed around me, kissing me, kissing our
baby girl. Nothing was too much trouble and Mum would take good
care of her when I wanted to sleep. Daddy would get into bed with
me and we'd cuddle until I dozed off, and when I breast-fed her,
Mum or Dad would want to suckle my other nipple, sucking down the
sickly sweet milk. My sex drive had diminished by then but when I
did feel horny, Mum or Dad would make me cum long and hard. Once
the doctor said it was OK to penetrate me again, Dad did it but
gently so as not to hurt me. This is what I've wanted from a man
since then and that's why I married you. You're so caring and
gentle but aggressive when I need it. I love you, John."

"But what if June gets pregnant?" I ask and Abby leans over to
kiss me. Then she says, "What if I get pregnant? Will you still
love me?"

"Are you telling me you want another baby, Abby?" I ask and she
smiles.

"Would you like that?" she asks me and I have to admit I'd love
it. "I think June would love it too," she says and I'm confused.
Does she mean mine and Abby's baby or mine and June's?

"But she's only 12, Abby. She's too young for all that," I state,
being the responsible parent that Abby's parents obviously
weren't.

"She's 12 and knows what sex is all about," she points out. "If
she wants condoms, I'll buy as many as she wants. The fact that
she doesn't ask for them should tell you something, John."

What?" I ask, sounding not too bright.

"June wouldn't mind having your baby, John. Do you get it now?"

No! That can't be right! I'm trying to speak but nothing's coming
out of my mouth. I can't find the words. But my cock is
throbbing!

"I asked her months ago when she started menstruating if she
wanted birth control," she explains patiently. "She said no and I
questioned her closely to be sure she understood the consequences
of sex without birth control. She's a bright girl, John, not
stupid in any way. I'm certainly not going to force her to have
what she doesn't want."

"But if she got pregnant, what about school, her life, her care?"
I ask, desperate now.

She says, "We would do the same as Daddy did when I got pregnant.
Private tutors, exams, and the chance for her to live her life as
SHE wants, not how we want it. We have a special girl there,
smart, cute and confident in her choices. Jesus, John, you make
her sound like some sort of victim!"

What can I say now? My arguments have just been shot down. Abby
runs a massive company and I keep forgetting how intelligent she
is, how talented.

"Now," she says, "will you fuck me and give me a baby?" She
reaches over and takes my stiff cock into her hand and we roll to
the floor together. It's only a matter of minutes before I'm
shooting spunk into her womb, hoping that she'll catch and
present me with a son or daughter 9 months from now.


Life goes on as usual with sex taking place between the 3 of us
several times each week. It's handy that the women menstruate at
different times of the month because it means I never have to
forego the penetration of a pussy. Abby is a talented lover,
taking the lead quite often in our love-making but never letting
June go short of the hot spunk that they both seem to want. The
3-way has become the standard now and the stimulation by two
beautiful females at once has taken my sexual experience to a
completely new level.

Abby has shaved her pussy so that she is more like June and June
has learned techniques from Mum that have heightened our shared
pleasure. I regularly tongue-fuck June's bottom and she squeals
in a most attractive manner, urging me on to please her even
more. Abby has bought a strap-on dildo for June and herself to
use, sometimes on me. I'm regularly being penetrated by June who
seems to like fucking her dad's bottom and Abby now takes June up
her bottom with the strap-on while I service her gorgeous cunt.
We had to go carefully when we gave June a double penetration but
she soon learned to take the full length of the strap-on while I
did my best to knock her up.

June is 12 years and 10 months old when she announces that she
thinks she's pregnant. She and Abby go into a huddle and June is
whisked away while I'm left alone to consider what she has just
said. Oh God, I've fathered a baby on our little girl! Oh God! Oh
God! What am I going to do now? June will hate me, won't she?
I've let her down, haven't I? I've ruined her life! Why did I do
it?

A few minutes later, Abby has a white plastic thing in her hand
and she's smiling. June's looking a bit embarrassed, standing
close behind her, and I'm ready with my apologies.

"Our daughter's pregnant, John. Any idea how that happened?" she
says, smiling. She holds up the pregnancy test and shows me the
blue line that tells us know that our little girl will be a
mother in a few months.

I look at June, waiting for the tears or the anger but there
aren't any. She comes to me and throws her arms around my neck
and I hold her, stroking her back as she tells me how much she
wanted this. I'm a man so I'm useless at anything like this but I
know that June's not in the least upset.

Abby's in her element now, planning and organising what needs to
happen but she stops for a minute to whisper in June's ear,
"Congratulations, love. Well done." June turns to her mum and
kisses her, hugging her tight as Abby strokes the blonde hair of
her daughter.

I'm starting to realise now all that this means. I'm going to be
Dad to a child. I've never been a dad before.  I'm going to love
it, take it to the park, cuddle it, change its nappies How do I
learn these things? Do I get books about it? How will I know if
it's ill? What if it dies when I'm looking after it? How do other
people cope with this? Panic must be showing in my face because
Abby's looking at me with some amusement.

"Worried about being a dad, John?" she says. How does she DO
that? How does she always know what I'm thinking? "Don't worry,
you'll be fine. All new parents worry about the first one." The
first one? Yes, that's right. June wasn't a baby when I met Abby,
was she?


June's belly is showing signs of swelling and I'm enthralled by
the small changes in her tits. She's 4 months into the pregnancy
and she's becoming demanding sexually. I can't say how delighted
it makes me. I want her more now and it just coincides with her
raging hormones. I kiss her belly at every opportunity and suck
the nipples which will be feeding our baby. Why am I so turned on
by a young pregnant girl? It's like a new dimension to sex for me
and I answer the call gladly when she shows her bare pussy by
lifting her skirt. That was her mum's trick, I seem to remember.

The thing is though, I'm going to be Daddy to two babies. Abby
announced she was pregnant six weeks after June did and now I'm
like a kid in a sweet factory. Her long nipples are dark and I
just can't resist sucking on them, and June generally likes to
suck one too if it's spare. My happiness is complete, my cup
runneth over. What more can a man ask than to have his wife and
his barely teenage daughter carrying his offspring?

Abby and June please each other during the day, often using the
strap-on dildo, and I like to please them both when I come home.
Come the weekend, I'm exhausted, but pregnancy makes them glow
with health, their hair shines and their skin is blemish-free.
I'm often faced with June bending Mum over a chair and pulling up
her skirt to show the shaved pussy which is always bare since
they both stopped wearing knickers. Then June guides my stiff
cock into her mum's wet pussy and she plays with my balls as I
fuck, or she thrusts her rubber penis deep up my bum, holding it
still so that I'm fucking myself on it as I thrust into Abby.
June is certainly learning a lot from Abby but isn't that what
mums do?

The doctor comes here regularly and I like to watch as June pays
his fee, straddling his head and rubbing her pussy on his nose
and mouth. Abby sucks his cock until he cums and June sucks mine
as the doctor gets her off, swallowing greedily the sperm I
produce in abundance.


It's nearly June's due date and her belly is enormous. I cuddle
her often as we choose names for the baby, accepting this one and
rejecting that. Abby is like a beached whale too and, while we
lie on the bed together, it's getting to be a bit of a squeeze.
June's breasts are large now, crowned by dark nipples like her
mum. They are more than half an inch long now and I love to
tongue and suck them, as does Abby. We feast together on our
daughter, waiting for the milk that has yet to arrive.


June's baby boy was born 2 days later than the due date and I
watched him come into the world. A miracle; an absolute fucking
wonder. Abby squeezed her hand and whispered words of
encouragement as she delivered. I was so proud of my son, and his
mother. I kissed the sweaty brow of my young daughter and
whispered to her the love I felt.

It was only 5 weeks and 3 days later that Abby delivered our
daughter, another miracle, and I looked into Abby's eyes and told
her how much I loved her. June was there too, our son in a sling
across her body, her face smiling and then kissing her mum.


That's it now. Our family is at last complete and I feel a
certain tranquillity, a contentment I never felt before. Abby is
at home now and there's enough breast milk flowing from their 4
nipples to feed us all, even me. The girls can feed each other's
baby and often one finishes up feeding both babies together. I'm
humbled by all this, the new life brought into the world and
nurtured by loving parents. I love to take the babies out in the
twin pram we bought, and I talk to them constantly, prattling
like a daddy does. I change the nappies of my son and daughter
and sing to them sometimes, very badly. But they smile up at me.

Abby's mum and dad come to see the kids and, I think, understand
how things are. They smile, hold the babies' tiny hands and coo
at them. They both looked pleased at our "situation" and hope
there might be more children later, if that's what we decide on.
I hadn't thought of that but I see the point. When they leave,
Abby's dad takes me to one side and congratulates me privately,
thanking me for looking after Abby and June, and telling me how
precious they have always been to him.

When they've gone, we talk about what was said, particularly
about more babies. Neither girl objects but I'm not so sure.
Before the night is over, they are both flashing their pussies at
me with astonishing regularity. Does this mean what I think it
does?

END


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