57 comments/ 283254 views/ 68 favorites Daddy's XXX Casting Call By: scouries 11:52 p.m., Boston, Mass, January 11, 2006 She clicked the cursor gently, immediately directing her computer to the site she'd been checking every night for the last week, the site that was impossible to resist – wwwScouriesFamilyEnterprisesInc. She stared for minutes at the picture that dominated the page, his smiling, welcoming face only drawing her in farther. She clicked relentlessly through the tabs: Restaurants, Bars, Photography, Film, Video, Merchandise, Coming Events, News, and then finally Erotica. It was boxed halfway down the page, a simple announcement that produced an ever widening smile as she read. Bianca slowly stood when she was finished reading, letting the top of her pj's fall from her shoulders even as she rose. She pushed the bottoms quickly down her thighs as she moved towards the large, wall mounted mirror, stared for seconds at the smooth, milky white skin reflected in the dim light. She cupped her full, firm teenage breasts in her soft hands, squeezed and caressed each of them before grabbing her fat nipples in her fingers and pulling them almost painfully. Stretching her moist tongue she licked each of the dark pink nubs until they were aching with her need. She thought of the two men who'd soon possess her as her hand lightly moved down and over her curly, thick red pubic patch. Thought of her virgin blood coating the smiling mans thick cock when he'd finally pushed through her stretched, then broken hymen. Then, as her finger first uncovered, and then urgently manipulated her throbbing clit, she felt the first tremor of her orgasm spiral upwards from her womb. Oh god, give me your baby, the eighteen year old groaned to herself as she felt her sticky juices oozing down her legs. Miami/New York the same night "Daddy," I yelled down the line when he finally picked up. "You don't have to shout, I'm not deaf yet," Dad groused. "Musta been a great cruise Daddy...you sound like you're back to you're normal friendly self," I laughed. My father, Roderick Scouries, was just back from a ten day New Years Panama Canal cruise and sounding as crusty and testy as ever. I'll wake him up, I thought, laughing to myself. "What do you want at this hour anyway?" "Feb 5th we begin shooting," I announced. "Huh? Shooting what?" he asked but I'd heard the momentary excitement in his voice echo down the line. "Part 2...the sequel." "Part 2," he stalled. Pretending he didn't understand. "You're going to have to get into the gym, lose that gut...maybe dye your hair..." I said, knowing how to rouse the old warhorse. "I'm as good as ever," he boasted..... "Are you talking about that film we made last year," he finally asked. "Yup." As if he didn't know. "I never got a cent from the first one," he complained. "Bullshit. Change the vowel and you were buried in them," I joked back. "You're serious? You're going to make another one?" "Put up the casting call on the site today. The little sweeties will be flooding me with CV's starting tomorrow." "You've written the script? ...is there a part for me?" "You're the star Daddy," I promised. "And I want you down here for the screen tests by the end of the month." "I'm not sure I can get away," he hesitated. "I've already booked your flight. Check your e-mail." "But Jimmy." "Gotta go Dad. Luv ya. Talk to you soon," I finished. Then laughed to myself thinking how tough it'd been last year...remembering my brothers surprise...my father's resistance.... A Year Earlier, January 2005, Fort Lauderdale "You're making a movie?" my brother Bobby had asked me across his wide mahogany desk. "Are ya nuts? You don't know fuck all about making a movie." "And didn't I study film at NYU?" "Ya, like twenty years ago." "Bobby, I'm only thirty-five fuckin years old." We argued back and forth for a few minutes, more the old brother bullshit game, who's smarter, who can run faster, who's got the bigger dick, the old game we'd always played with each other. Bobby, at thirty, five years younger than I, had just opened his own law office in Broward County, a rookie setting out after graduating from Columbia Law and then spending five years at a firm of entertainment lawyers in Miami. I was financing his startup. And now I announced I was going to make him Vice President, Legal, and Assistant Executive Producer for my first film. "A PORN FLIC?" he screeched when I'd told him the subject of the film. We argued some more before I broke in and asked "How's pop anyway?" "Good...okay...he missed you at Christmas." "He's getting along all right?" I probed further. Mom had died eighteen months earlier and both Bobby and I were concerned about him, Pops, single and retired for the first time in forty years. "I don't know," Bobby finally admitted. "He still misses mom, and he's still pissed off those bastards at the railroad early retired him." "Is he getting any?" "Shit Jimmy, moms just," "She died a year and a half ago," I interrupted. "He's pretty old." "What? He doesn't get hard-ons anymore?" "Fuck, I don't know. Do guys in their sixties still do it?" "Christ Bobby, wake up. I'm going to get him down here, get him laid. I've got some ideas." "Oh shit," he said resignedly. "The little topless girls on South Beach, naked Haulover pussy," I started. "Christ, you're not going to take him to the nude beach? He'll have a fuckin fit." "You know Bobby; maybe I could put him in the movie?" I mused, "Yes, that's a great idea little brother. Rugged senior citizen runs amok in Miami, plows through oodles of hot, young Latinas. Something like that anyway. I mean Bobby, who watches these flics? I think a lot of these old guys might like seeing one of their own get lucky." "Jimmy, you are so out to lunch. Christ you're thinking of putting your own dad in a porn film. He'll kick your ass all the way to Key West." "I'm going to be in it too." "You're what? What have you been smoking?" "I'll bet you I can get him in it," I said smugly. "In your dreams Jimmy. A thousand bucks says you can't...shit I'll even give you two to one." "Five grand," I quickly countered. "But if I win you've got to be in the film too." I was shaking his hand sealing our deal before he knew what hit him. "Maybe that bimbo yoga broad you're dating might like to be in it too," I said grinning as I stood up to go. "Melissa's my fiancée you asshole," he yelled at my departing back. ~~~~~~~ Two weeks later after Bobby's and my talk, Daddy flew into Miami International on a warm Monday morning. When I'd broached the idea of his spending ten weeks in South Florida with his son he'd been a surprisingly easy sell, probably mainly due to the nor'easter that had deposited twenty-one inches of the white stuff the night before I called. Watching him walk toward me across the terminal I couldn't help but smile, the love I'd always felt for him almost bursting through my chest. Everyone always said we looked the same, that I was a chip off the old block. But Daddy had a toughness, a hardness of body and mind that I knew I'd never match. Brought up around his fathers fishing boat on the coast of Maine, he still had the ropy, working man's musculature on his wiry, six foot one inch body that ten thousand hours in the gym couldn't replicate. Even at sixty-three he was a man you'd be a fool to cross. I pulled him into my arms and hugged him when we finally met, gave him a kiss on his cheek in welcome that his stern Yankee upbringing always found hard to accept. "Okay, okay," he mumbled in embarrassment as he pulled away from me. "We don't have to cause a scene," he further complained even though I could read his happiness at seeing me. ~~~~~~~ "I've given you the best room in the house," I told him as I led him into the corner bedroom from whose balconies you could see both the beach to the east and the distant Miami skyline to the west. Located between Collins and Washington streets, the building, which I'd bought five years earlier with some of the proceeds of the windfall gains I'd made when my partner and I had sold our internet photo company to 'Google' six years earlier, housed both my living quarters and my various companies. Six stories tall, the solid, rectangular cement building had an art deco motif that reflected the architectural grander of its neighbors. And the rents I'd been able to charge had skyrocketed as South Beach had continued to draw the rich and famous from around the globe. The ground and second floor housed restaurants and boutiques, Armani Miami, Versace, Dior, Louis Vuitton and Ralph Lauren among others. I co-owned two of the bars and a bistro with a restaurateur pal from New York, trendy spots that were making money hand over fist. The third, fourth and fifth floors housed a local ad agency I'd opened after moving to Miami, my photo studio, and a film production company. I lived on the top floor. It was my film production company; a company originally set up as an adjunct to the photo business and had then grown a division that produced commercials, that was going to make the porn flic. ~~~~~~ "You still get horny Dad?" I asked him the next day as the two of us watched three nubile, topless teens splashing in the surf twenty feet in front of our beach chairs. "What kinda question is that to ask your Dad?" he replied, a blush spreading across his rugged face. "You and I, we've never have really talked about...you know...women, sex..." "I think that's all you think of," he accused, "It's time you and Bobby settled down and started raising families. I'd like to see a grandchild some day," he groused. "Bobby's got Melissa," I said with a broad smile on my lips, referring to the yoga expert from Boynton Beach. "Christ," was all he managed to mutter, no more enamored of the lady than I. "So, you're finished with sex then?" "What, are you crazy? Of course I'm still interested...it's just" "Have you done it? I mean since ma..." "That's my business," he answered as his face closed up as tight as a drum. "Yeah...I understand...it's just I thought maybe I could help you while you're down here...you know, set you up with some young sweeties." "What? I look so broken down some kids got to get me laid?" he asked angrily. "Of course not pop...forget it, forget it. When we get you over to the dance tomorrow night at the seniors home over on 9th Street I'm sure you'll be able to find..." "Seniors fuckin home," he started to thunder. "Shit pop, there has to be ten widows to every man over there, you'll have your pick." "Fuck you Jimmy," he snorted, finally having realized I'd been kidding him. ~~~~~~ "So, have you ever wanted to be in a movie?" I suddenly asked twenty minutes later as we exited dripping from the Gulf Stream warmed ocean. "Yeah right, Rod Scouries, deep sea fisherman, ex-railroad brakeman and engineer, now matinee idol." "I'm making a movie," then added, "no shit, I am pop," when I saw his look of disbelief. "What, Mr. Dot-com millionaire's going to finance some Hollywood epic?" he sneered. "The hell with you papa, I'll get someone else for the part. I was just feeling sorry for ya...I know you're really not young enough or good looking enough for the part," I said as I gave him a light punch on the arm. "What? You're the goddam casting director too?" "Yup." "What kinda bullshit," he started before I cut him off. "Producer, director, screen play author, casting director...star." "You are so full of shit Jimmy." "I'm serious." "So? Tell me," he finally demanded. "Screw you. Your not interested...c'mon, let's go get a beer," I offered as I bent to grab my towel and bag, and then started across the beach. "But...hey, wait up," he finally yelled. ~~~~~~~ "A sex flick? Like porn?" Dad asked over his beer as we sat on the patio of the Clevelander on Ocean Drive. Seeing my nod he added, "My son's going to make and star in a fuckin skin flick? We slaved away to send you to NYU so you could..." "Shut up pa." "What's this flick about anyway? You've really written it?" "It's up here pa," I said, tapping the side of my head with my finger. "You're casting the film tomorrow and you don't have a script? I think you got this all ass backwards sonny boy," he said shaking his head. "Ya seen a skin flic lately Dad?" I was surprised to see him blush and quickly added, "You old fart, you have been watching them." "Like hell...it's just that old Wally had a whole shelf of them...sent me home with some when I was over a couple of months ago." "So you've never looked at them?" I laughed. "Well." "So how hard do you think they are to write?" I asked with a confident smile. ~~~~~~ Over dinner I fleshed out my ideas on my coming epic. "Listen pop, its going to go something like this," I started to explain. "Its about two young, handsome professional guys...living the good life on Miami Beach...sports cars, fancy condos, parties, pretty ladies everywhere..." "Like you and Bobby...never settling down," he complained. "So their old man comes down to visit, a rough old coot...you know, like you, starting to fall apart a bit," I said with a grin. "Screw you." "Anyway he wants to see them settled down a bit...get married...start families." "So where's the sex Mr. Genius producer?" "Well it builds up slowly daddy. We show both the boys with a couple of their dates...around the pool, in the Jacuzzi, in bed...hot scenes...and we've got the sexiest city in the world as background...the Asians will love it." "The who?" "We're aiming this product at the Far East pop...there's a huge market for this stuff over there...the Chinese, the Japanese, they love anything American...love seeing the beach, the sun, bikinis, naked white girls," I leered. "We'll sell em over the internet." "You're nuts." "You'll see," I promised. "Anyway, when the old guy gets to Miami, he starts moralizing to the boys. You know like you do. But what do you think happens when he keeps falling over naked twenty year old sweeties? What do you think happens when he comes upon his son's girlfriends tanning naked by the pool while the boys are at work? When a blond with the finest rack you've ever seen jumps into the shower with him?" "What bullshit," he complains but I can see an awakening of excitement behind his eyes. "That was the role I'd envisioned for you pop. Sorting out the girls for his sons. Test driving them so to speak, making sure the women who were going to bear his grandchildren were...well, you get my drift." "God, you always were full of ideas Jimmy," he said shaking his head. "You like it, don't you?" I laughed. "Now I didn't mean that you would have been expected to do all the work, I would have had a stand-in double for the sex scenes...they're pretty demanding," "What? Fucking a broad is demanding? For who?" I didn't keep him up late that first night, in fact was hoping he'd spend the night dreaming of some of my made up scenarios, maybe rustle up a hard-on or two. ~~~~~~~ Dad for all his bluster wasn't going to refuse my invitation the next morning though. "We got over three hundred answers to our ad," I explained over breakfast. "We brought in about eighty of them last week, the ones who's CV's and pictures looked okay. Josie and Peter interviewed them last week, checked them out, we're going to see and screen test the ones they liked, sixteen of them today, the rest tomorrow." "So what, you talk to them, get them on film? Do they have to get...I mean, do they..." "Get naked? Bloody right pop, we got to see what they got. I'm going to want your input." "Me?" "Yeah...of course...you're our target audience. I want you to talk to them, give me your impression...tell me if you like their bodies...I need you dad. I'm putting a few bucks in this venture you know and unless you're too busy to help your son..." "Well, if you put it like that...I guess I could help," he conceded as he tried to keep the interest out of his voice. As if any hot blooded male would refuse the chance to spend two days hanging out with thirty beautiful naked girls. It's amazing what a young American girl will do to get in the movies these days! Shit, we didn't beat around the bush or give em any sugar coated tales of money and fame. I stood in front of the eight that were there in the morning (and again to the eight that arrived in the afternoon), and these were beautiful girls, told them right out, "This is a sex flic girls. You're going to have to get naked, have sex in front of the camera, maybe anal sex, suck cocks...we can only pay peanuts...the film will mainly be shown in the far east..." Christ, in a way I was trying to discourage them. Sure there were a couple of strippers there, some barmaids, even a couple of illegals from Poland...but there was also a nurse, a U of M sophomore, two Dade college sisters, normal, clean cut American girls. "So if you don't want to continue," I ended, "feel free to leave, no hard feelings girls." No one left. Fuck, they would have paid me to appear in the film. For two days we tested them, filmed them naked, had them read the lines I was writing on the fly, finally reduced the thirty-three we saw down to a final seven who we ordered back for final tests Friday. It broke my heart to turn the other twenty-five away; every one of them gave me their numbers, told me to call anytime, if I wanted to try... And these girls were goddesses. Go figure. ~~~~~~ Daddy and I took Thursday off, just jumped on the boat and headed out for a days fishing and beer. We insisted Bobby join us. "I just can't take time off like you two bums," he'd complained as he came aboard. "A Bud?" I offered as we pulled away from the dock. "God yes," he said as he grabbed the proffered beer. "Ya shoulda seen em Bobby," Dad told Bobby after we'd all had a couple of beers. "Proud as punch...flashing their titties everywhere...just came up and rubbed themselves up against me...ya never seen the like...bare little slits...not a goddamn hair down below on half of them." "Ya didn't take one home pop did ya?" Bobby asked leering. "Just like fishing...put your pole out and bingo, you've hooked a red snapper." "That one girl, Naomi something, I would liked to get my pole in that," Dad conceded. I had to smile as I listened to them talking, I knew Daddy had bit; now I just had to set the hook and land him. ~~~~~~ "You want me to do what?" Pop asked Friday morning. "Listen Dad, I gotta go out for an hour or so. We need ya. We got to make our final choices today...All we want you to do is to play the old man...Pete's going to film the test. We want to see what the girls look like, how they react when the father comes upon them naked in his son's bed." "I can't act." "Can you talk?" I asked as I headed for the door. "Just do what Pete asks." "Are they going to be naked?" he asked to my departing back. I simply slipped into the dressing room where Josie and my make-up girl, Penny, waited, and while she started to work on transforming me, Josie and I watched what was happening on stage on the monitor in front of us. "You want to look exactly like him," the young girl asked, pointing at Dad as he stood uncertainly next to the bed we'd set up. "Exactly," I insisted. "His nose is different than yours," Penny observed as she continued to work. "It's uglier," I said laughing. "He broke it three times before he was twenty." "He's handsome," Josie said as she watched. "Of course he is. He's my Daddy." "Gosh, look," the makeup girl said pointing. We watched as Dad stood talking to Ginny, the first girl we were testing that day. Naked, she was sitting up in bed, trying to act surprised at the sudden arrival of her lover's father, one of the scenes we planned to use in the film. Daddy's XXX Casting Call As daddy pretended to berate the poor girl, the role called for her to jump out of bed and then kneeling, curl her arms around daddy's legs. "Your daddy's a good actor Mr. Scouries," Penny said giggling. "Huh?" "Look at the hard-on he's pretending to have." "What?" And yes, daddy was sporting a huge boner, and over the next hour, as Penny finished preparing me, four other would-be stars awakened and commented favorably on what was sticking out from daddy's pants. One actually got it in her mouth. ~~~~~~ "You look just like him," Josie finally announced. "Let's go," I ordered. ~~~~~~~ "What the fuck?" Daddy spat out when I arrived on the stage dressed just in a robe and walked towards him. "Jimmy?" He finally asked as he peered at me in almost horror. "Ta da!" I sang out and then asked, "So what do ya think?" "Are you crazy?" "Listen pop. I figure if I play two parts I'll save a few bucks." "But you look just like me," he accused. "Penny just used you as a model...for the flick I'll get her to make me better looking...more distinguished." "What, I'm not distinguished enough all of a sudden?" he demanded. "So how'd you do with the tests?" I asked, ignoring his comment. "Was he any good girls?" I asked, addressing the seven girls lounging around the stage. "He was wonderful Mr. Scouries...really wonderful," the buxom blond named Naomi chirped in, "he definitely should be in the film. Your father would be perfect for the part," she giggled as she sidled up to pops and put her hand on the front of his shorts. "Yes, yes, let him act in the film," the others echoed smiling, surrounding my embarrassed looking father. "He's so big sir," the one who'd try to swallow dad enthused. "He's too old," I said with a gruff finality, "now who wants to try a scene with me?" I was soon naked in bed with two extremely eager young potential starlets who definitely were prepared to work for their starring role. "No, no girls," I had to repeatedly admonish over the next three hours, "We're just practicing." Daddy watched. Hard as a rock! ~~~~~~~ "That was disgusting," dad complained when everyone had finally left and we were sitting on the deck sipping beers as the sun slowly lowered in the sky. "The things you gotta do to make a buck these days pop." "Fuck you too," he said as a broad grin spread his face. "You think you can handle both parts Jimmy...Christ, those barracudas will wear you out in one day." "Don't bullshit me pop. You're so eager to ride little Naomi you'll be paying me to act in the film." "God, the tits on that little gal," he moaned between sips. "I thought she was going to fall over every time she took a step. Not a goddam hair on that little pussy. Was tempted just to pick her up and bend her over and...well, you know," he finally admitted sheepishly. "Wait til you feel hers lips around your dick pops. Christ, she was sucking harder than my vacuum cleaner. I knew you liked her. Now sign here dad," I directed as I pulled a contract from my pocket and handed him a pen. "A contract! What, you don't trust your own blood?" "Bobby insisted on it dad. Told me every actor in the film had to sign one before we let them work." "Bloody lawyers. We never shoulda let him go to law school," dad muttered as he signed on the bottom line. ~~~~~~ Shooting started the next Monday. You'd think it would be hard to make love to a girl with twenty people watching you, with hot lights beating down on your back, people giving you instructions... It was! For about two minutes. Then you could either do it or you couldn't. Daddy and I could. For three weeks we screwed our way around South Florida, on the beach, on a boat, in the Everglades, daddy even screwed a teeny little Chinese girl on the balcony of a Stiltsville house. He just bent her backwards right over the ocean as he pumped deep inside of her. I knew our target audience would love it. We took our time. We weren't one of these fly-by-night outfits that try to film a complete hour and a half picture in one afternoon. We were trying to make a class production. And have some fun. Dads cock held out. In fact the old geezer kept his son on his toes. Some of the girls even indicated that they didn't mind it at all when it was Mr. Scouries senior who was their filming partner for the day. Then it became a hit! JANUARY 2006 BOSTON There was a profound sadness in the young girl as she moved silently through the old house, moving from one familiar object to the next, trying to decide which to keep, which to throw. She and her mom had lived here since the day she'd been born and as she walked from room to room she felt an urgent need to rub her naked body on the walls, the furniture, the objects, her mothers clothes, as if this contact could somehow indelibly imprint the memories they evoked into her body forever. As her mom had slowly faded over the preceding year Bianca had increasingly felt an almost debilitating lassitude overtake her and she now believed, that if her mother hadn't whispered those last few words to her on Christmas day, that she would have killed herself. They had celebrated their last Christmas together, mom joyful and loving in spite of the continual pain and the knowledge that she had just days to live, another undeserving victim of a cancer that had grown in her breasts and escaped before they'd been radically removed. "There's a shoe box...in the cupboard...please honey," she whispered Christmas morning. Bianca had found it, pulled it down from the top shelf and then returned and sat next to her mom on the bed. "It's dusty," she complained as she removed the band holding it together and lifted the top. 'Bianca Anne Downing Scouries' read the baptismal certificate that lay atop a pile of papers and pictures. "This isn't my birth certificate," she said, confusion evident in her voice. "You have two birth certificates," the girl's mom said. "What? Me? Scouries?" "It's your real name...you were baptized," "But?" Bianca interrupted. "He's not really dead," mom finally whispered. "What?" exploded in a whoosh from deep within her. Anger, hate, wonder, surprise, joy, happiness... "My daddy? He's alive?" she finally asked, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mother only lived three more days and although weak and semi comatose half the time, when she was lucid the two of them sat holding hands, her mother talking when she could, always smiling, relieved her daughter finally knew, telling her stories of her secret romance. She'd been thirty-nine, living in Brooklyn, a single woman, a nurse who'd been hurt at a young age, left broken hearted by an older man who'd left her after proclaiming his love. "I never recovered, hardly had a date from the time I was twenty until I met your dad," she confessed, her impending death allowing her to open her soul to her daughter. "He was just a boy, a virgin..." Jimmy Scouries. The boy next door. The girl listened, enraptured by the tale of the young boy who had become her mothers only lover, the stolen kisses, the caresses, the day when both surrendered their virginity, the blood, the joy... Her mother described every detail, every moment of their six month romance, shameless in front of her daughter, the fruit of her clandestine union. "I loved his cock," she told her daughter remembering, "so big...hard...filling. You'll love sex honey," her mother promised. "But what happened mommy, why wouldn't he stay with you?" Bianca finally asked. "I didn't tell him...he never knew about you...I couldn't tell him sweetie. He was just a boy...his life was all ahead of him. I was forty. Pregnant. I couldn't face the shame. I sold the house and moved to Boston." "Do you think he'll ever want to meet me?" the young virgin finally asked her mother. "He'll love you," her mother promised. ~~~~~~ Mabel Downing died on the twenty-eighth day of December, 2005, her sixty pound skeleton of a body a pale reflection of the vibrant woman she'd always been. Her daughter wept. Bianca luckily was left relatively well off. The house her mom had bought nineteen years earlier had ballooned upward in price over the years and was now worth over half a million dollars. Her mom had carried a quarter of a million in life insurance. There were other investments. The day after the funeral, on New Years Day 2006, Bianca googled the word 'Scouries' for the first time. Her first hit happened to be a Japanese porn site. A movie trailer came on...she watched spellbound as an elderly man made love to a blond beauty called Naomi. It seemed to be set in Miami. That's weird, she thought, the guy seemed about sixty and was acting in a skin flic. The pretty girl had never watched movies like this before. Oh, okay, once or twice she and her friends had giggled over a dirty movie. But she really had never been that interested. It was so icky. Her virgin dreams were somehow much different than the flickering images she and her friends had surreptitiously watched. Still, her finger hovered uncertainly over the cursor, not yet clicking away as she watched the blond thrashing under the man. He's strong, even if he is old, she thought, watching the man's naked back and buttocks and thighs as he thrust into the welcoming girl. She likes it, she thought silently, then gasped when the old man pulled out, baring his what seemed like giant cock to the young girls view, and then she watched awestruck as he turned and sent strand after strand spurting in long arcs towards the camera. Still unable to click away, she watched when another scene appeared, and watched as a younger man appeared with another girl, a small girl, Chinese she thought, as she stared at the small screen on her laptop. He was so much alike the elderly man from the previous scene, his son obviously, but then she wondered to herself, would a father and his son really act together in a film like this. He was in his thirties; the adjective virile sprang to her mind and seemed to have been invented just to describe him. Like his father he was huge, his cock long and hard as he advanced on the girl cowering in her bed. God, he'll kill her, Bianca moaned as the man spun the girl on her stomach and mounted her like a dog might mount a bitch. "Don't," she cried aloud when she heard the girl's moans, but then also saw the delight in the Asian girl's eyes, knew the girls pleasure was real, knew that the orgasm that played out in the next few minutes was better than any the girl had ever undergone. Bianca fell back from the computer onto her bed, urgently tried to satisfy herself with the fingers of her left hand. She knew she had to have that cock inside of her. She dreamt of him taking her. Then she dreamt of both father and son fucking her. Woke up sopping. ~~~~~~ It actually took her another day and a half to realize she'd been watching her father and grandfather. The next morning she had returned to the Japanese site, bookmarked it, then checked out the name of the production company, hoping to find a clue to the two men. She found an English language site where she could download the film for only $7 U.S. and soon had it safely stored on her hard drive, and then spent the afternoon watching it from beginning to end. Finally, early the second day she clicked on a site called ScouriesFamilyEnterprises, saw the welcoming, smiling man for the first time. Except it was the man in the film. His name was James Roderick Scouries, the name on the line for father on her birth certificate. Her father was a porn star! Her grandfather too?? Recoiled from the thought. Was almost sick thinking of what she'd done with the two in her dreams. Questioned the decision she'd made days ago to go and meet this man whose seed had made her. Then she watched the film again. Knew she wanted her father to take her maiden blood. Knew she wanted both men to possess her. A couple of nights later, on January 11th, on the same evening Jimmy Scouries called his dad and told him about his plans for the sequel, she saw the black bordered boxed ad: casting call ScouriesFamilyFilms Sequel to 'Miami Meat' Filming Feb 5-28th Contact- Josie, po box 317, miami beach, florida, 34340 e-mail Josie@scouries dot cock She spent the next two weeks packing, preparing...On the 27th she got in her car and headed south on I-95. She was going to be a movie star.... Miami January 2006 Daddy flew in on the twenty-fifth, eager to continue his career as an elderly sex symbol. Not so strangely to my eyes, the first had turned out just as I had predicted. Having an elderly man as one of the male leads, couple him with another who was obviously his son, set it in America's sexiest city, have seven of the most beautiful girls starring in it, sell it through the internet...it had become a financial bonanza after just nine months in release. "How much did we make on that first film anyway?" Dad asked casually during dinner his first night in town. "Has Daddy signed his new contract yet Bobby?" "Not yet Jimmy, but I brought one," my brother answered as he reached into his jacket. "You want me to sign another contract. Your own dad?" "How much did you get last time pop?" I asked as I pulled out my pen. "Sweet F. A." "I bought you a new car this summer." "Oh fuck it, give me the damn contract." After signing it with a flourish he asked again, "So did we really make any money on the first." "Yes, I believe I did. What are the latest figures Bobby?" "Well pop," he started to explain, "there were two main revenue streams in this project; one, DVD sales, and two, movie downloads direct from the Internet." "Cut the bullshit Bobby!" dad ordered. "Each DVD sale of $24.95 netted ScouriesFamilyEntertainment approximately $9.95 profit after postage, handling, financial costs, advertising, taxes, etc., etc. Eight hundred and thirteen thousand copies have been sold to date." "WHAT!" Daddy roared. "This then netted us approximately eight point one million in profits." Daddy simply sagged in his seat as Bobby droned happily on, "Direct downloads turned out to be the more lucrative stream though. Even though we only charged $6.99 a download, netting about three dollars after all costs, we have managed to push out just over seven million downloads to date." I could see daddy doing the math in his head, see the eruption building. "You've made thirty million bucks in all," he demanded. "More or less," I conceded. "And I got a car?" "That was a seventy-two thousand dollar car daddy." "But," he started to sputter. "Daddy, you're rich already. If we give it to you we'll just have to pay inheritance tax on it some day. Now let's get to bed, I want you fresh pops, we have screen tests starting this week." ~~~~~~~~ "What's this movie about anyway," pops asked the next morning as we ate breakfast. "First of all, Bobby's not going to be in this one. Melissa's dead set against it." Yes brother Bobby had appeared in part one, although in a minor role compared to dads and mine. Melissa hadn't been pleased and surprisingly Bobby had then acceded to her subsequent ultimatum and married her. Dad and I were actually starting to like her. Her being pregnant with Dad's first grandson and my nephew had produced a mellowing in our original harsh attitude towards her. "Of course he's not. He's going to be a father soon," Dad agreed. "So this time, it's just you and I," I continued. "I finally fall in love. Decide to get married to a beautiful, kind, intelligent loving girl. A virgin. With great tits." "Figures. And then what?" "You like her. Approve. Then fall in love with her yourself. Seduce her; rape her really, when I'm away. Try to steal your son's true love away from him. Even though he's been supporting you for years..." "Yeah right. Like thirty million worth of support. So what happens in the end?" "I'm not sure yet. I got a Taiwanese internet polling firm testing the different scenarios with our target audience. But shit dad, what girl wouldn't choose me?" ~~~~~~~~ 2006 the sequel "I've found her boss...you gotta see this test," Pete almost yelled as he burst into my office. "Who?" Daddy asked. "The star...the Goddess...this girl should be in Hollywood...fuck, starring in a hundred million dollar film." "What's she doing here them?" Daddy wanted to know, the distrusting Maine fisherman never far from the surface. "Skin so luminous we won't need extra lighting...green eyes and silky red hair...breasts...oh shit boss, breast riper that the juiciest apple...a triangle of pubic hair that draws your eyes..." "Have you been smoking again Pete?" "Fuck you boss. You wanted a girl that would drive a daddy and his son apart. A girl any man would die to possess... those Japs are going to be pulling their little pricks so fuckin hard they'll wear them out, the" "Pete, Pete, who is this goddess?" "Miss Bianca Anne Downing, an angel," he enthused. "B...A...D, bad?" I asked laughing. "She'll be in at ten tomorrow...I cancelled all the other tests...you'll see," he promised. "Has she acted before?" "You'll see." ~~~~~~~ We all simply stood openmouthed when Miss Bianca Downing was escorted on scene by Josie at ten the next morning. I finally turned and mumbled to Pete, "Shit man, why didn't you tell me she was perfect?" "Screw you boss," he laughed. "Mr. Scouries," the angel breathed, a broad welcoming smile on her face. "Miss Downing?" I asked and then offered her my hand. She simply walked by my hand and plastered her body against mine. Then she gave me a quick European peck on each cheek as I felt her nipples harden against my chest. Every man in the room groaned. When she danced backwards out of my arms I almost fell. "And you're the handsome member of the family," she said as she turned and embraced my still awestruck Daddy. "Miss...yes I...I mean...I'm his father," Daddy stuttered. "You were so good in the first film...handsome...and then in bed, with the blond...you were so strong, so virile, so sexy...it's why I wanted to play in this one." "You did? Well...thanks Miss," dad continued to mumble while I wanted to ask her, what about me? "Should I take off my clothes now sir, my dress?" she asked Pete as she moved towards the centre of the stage. While every man in the room nodded their heads eagerly, I answered, suddenly jealous of sharing this girl with anyone, "That's not necessary Miss Downing, Pete got some good shots yesterday." "But I wasn't naked. Maybe you better check if I'm okay in front of the camera. Under the lights. Without my clothes on," she added as twenty some heads continued to nod in agreement. "I don't think we really have to," I started before being interrupted. "I think we should boss...we have to get everything set, the lighting, the marks, make sure Miss Downing's makeup is okay, well you know," Pete said. All of us gasped when she slipped the two spaghetti straps off her shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor. "Jesus H." Daddy groaned, then added, "You're not wearing any underwear." "I though it'd be easier," Bianca said sweetly, then walked around the room and introduced herself to every man and woman in the room. Oh lord! I was in love. We all were. Even the women wanted her. ~~~~~~ "I don't think this is a good career choice for you Miss Downing," I started when Daddy and I had finally dragged the girl from the studio and upstairs to my condo for lunch. "Call me Bianca or Bee," she insisted. "Why not sir?" "Jimmy, call me Jimmy. You can call that old man sir if you want to," I replied indicating dad. "Do you want me in the film Mr. Scouries?" she asked dad plaintively. Daddy's XXX Casting Call "I think Jimmies worried this isn't the right type of film...I mean a beautiful girl like you could do so much better," Dad argued. "What will your parents think? Having sex in a film with an old man." "I don't have any family. My mom died...at Christmas...cancer...I don't have a father, or a grandfather. You can be my grampa sir," she added. "If you're just doing it for the money, I could probably help," I started. "I'll earn it by myself, I don't want charity." "You're a young girl, you don't understand about men," dad argued. "I had to do things...when I was younger...fourteen, fifteen, sixteen... he made me, he sold me to his friends," she lied. "Who did?" dad and I shouted, both of us ready to kill this bastard. "A pimp. He beat me. Hurt me," she cried. "Then I finally got away. I went home to mama...she was dying...but he still wants me...I don't want him to find me Mr. Scouries," she pled as tears slid down her cheeks. "You'll stay with us Bianca," dad announced as he took the trembling girl into his arms, "we've got lost of room here, don't we Jimmy?" She moved in that afternoon but in the ensuing days she couldn't be dissuaded from acting in the film. Both dad and I tried to talk her out of it as we escorted her around Miami, from the Everglades to Little Havana, from South Beach to Key West, from a Panthers game to watching Shaq, but always smiling she simply refused. Dad and I were both in love with her; the movie scenario was playing out in real life. We both tried to get her into bed but she gently refused and slept alone. "Maybe we should practice, do it once alone before we do it in front of everyone," I suggested repeatedly in the days leading up to the big scene. "I'm more experienced, you'd probably be better with an older man," dad would object. "The first time...with both of you, it should be on camera...real...love...sex," she struggled to explain. ~~~~~~~ When we started filming we spent the first couple of days getting outdoor shots from various locations around town. Backgrounds and fillers that highlighted the beauty of our fair city. Then the big day finally arrived. ~~~~~~~~ "I don't want this just to be a typical porn film sex scene," Bianca, standing naked, was instructing Pete and the whole film crew who were surrounding her when I entered the stage. "You're professionals," she added as she looked at each of them in turn. "Yes Miss Downing," Pete, our director agreed as everyone else nodded. "Mr. Scouries is going to make love to me. He's playing a man who's in love with an innocent virgin... me," she said grinning shyly. "Lucky dog," Jake, one of our cameramen, muttered. "We're not in any rush. We're definitely not trying to save film here. If he's capable," and here she looked up and smiled over at me, "we may be at it for quite some time. Hours maybe," she laughed. "Now don't run out of film." "Yes Miss Bianca," echoed around the room as the laughing and happy crew moved to their places. "And I thought I was the producer," I complained when Bianca finally walked over towards me. "Morning Mr. Scouries," Bianca cooed into my ear. "I thought you might have enough already on your mind," she said as her hand lightly touched my penis through my jeans. "it's such hard work...although you do seem ready," she teased, laughing as her fingers traced my raging erection. "And good morning to you Miss Downing," I answered as I lifted her hand away. "So, are you going to make love to me today?" "Yes ma'am." "Pretend I'm the most desirable woman in the world. Make love with me like you would if you really wanted me to be your wife," Bianca "You are the most desirable woman in the world." "I love you Mr. Scouries. Jimmy..." "Are you sure about this," I asked. "Forget everything, everyone else. No matter what happens, love me," she pled. "SILENCE ON THE SET," Pete suddenly yelled, "positions everyone. Jimmy, Miss Downing," he directed. In the script I was to silently enter my fiancés bedroom as she slept naked, watch silently in the soft moonlight before sliding onto the soft, silk sheets. "ACTION," Pete called. She took my breath away when I slipped back onto the set; she was simply one of those girls who captured you totally every time you saw her. For minutes the four cameras we were using moved from Bianca lying open and naked on the bed, to me, as I moved silently around the room, staring. Bianca's knees were spread as she feigned sleep for the cameras, her sex open among a bed of red pubic curls. My cock leapt to attention, punching through the fly on my boxers in a salute to her waiting insides. "What?...Who is it?" Bianca demanded as she suddenly woke. "Jimmy? Is that you Jimmy?" "I can't wait," I groaned, my lines completely forgotten as I slipped onto the bed. "Not before our marriage," she protested and then when she saw my waving pole, gasped. "Oh my gawd Jimmy, I can't," she started before I captured her lips under mine. For the next few minutes, as she pretended to struggle for the cameras, her body unreservedly welcomed me. Her breasts were just that perfect mixture of firmness and softness, full handfuls that were capped by straining pink nipples that seemed to leap to meet my hands. She gasped, then moaned my name as my fingers moved remorselessly over her silken hills. "Ohhhh," she grunted as my hand moved down and across her mound and slid down her already moist slit. Spreading her with my fingers I saw her red insides bared, then felt her body tremble as a finger found her waving, uncovered clit. "Pleassssse...Hurry," she cried, her hips now thrashing in need. I moved my hands relentlessly over her, her hips, her breasts, her bum, her back, through her hair, then back to her engorged sex. "Do it Jimmy...now...please Jimmy...love me...fuck me," she finally wailed, her total surrender obvious to the camera, as her hand captured my thick prick and pulled it towards her. "Are you sure honey," I whispered as I held myself just above her, supporting my weight on my extended arms. "Hurry," she whimpered. Then her wailing, "aaahhhhhhhhhh," exploded through the set and echoed back as I punched deep inside of her. I immediately felt the blood flow hotly over my engorged shaft, vaguely understood she was a virgin as I again and again thrust inside of her. If you ever see the film and you listen carefully just seconds after Bianca's deflowerment you'll hear a muffled, "Jesus...she issss a virgin," that one of the crew spat out. But we were oblivious to everything except each other. I finally sensed her hurt, saw her pain, and momentarily slowed my assault. "No, harder...more," Bianca demanded through her tears. "Please daddy, make me a woman" she whispered as her ankles locked me in. I hard fucked her! But tenderly. With love. It's hard to explain. I was a piston pounding into Bianca's dark cave. But her cunt was somehow responding to every inch of my burning cock, squeezing, caressing, igniting a million nerve endings even as I moved in and out of her. "Ohhhh, Daddy," she screamed as her orgasming body opened spasmodically to my suddenly spurting sperm. Again and again I bucked inside of her, depositing thick loads of creamy cum into her pulsing womb. Daddy? I wondered as I felt myself being drained. Even the cameramen were drained when we finally fell apart, both of us sticky from Bianca's blood and our combined juices. "TEN MINUTES EVERYONE," Pete announced. "NO, we're not finished yet," announced Bianca when she saw the men leaving their positions. "But Miss Downing, don't you want a break?" Pete asked. "No, Mr. Scouries isn't finished yet, are you sir?" she asked me as she moved over and straddled me. "Honey," I complained but she'd already captured my erect slab of meat. "ACTION," Pete called needlessly. "And if you're good Jimmy," Bianca promised as she lowered her cum filled vulva over me, "I'll eat your little friend when he's through." I'm sure you've seen the film by now. Seen how this red haired, long legged beauty rode me for minute after minute, how she howled as I grabbed and kneaded her luscious orbs, how again and again she lowered herself onto my pole, meeting every one of my arching thrusts with a feral grunt. How she actually passed out as a second load of cum oozed from her body. ~~~~~~ "I thought you were supposed to eat my little friend," I chided, smiling, when she came around a couple of minutes later. Pops was holding a glass of water to Bianca's lips when she opened her eyes. "I'm okay grampa," she said to dad, her hands snaking towards my resting snake. "I'll eat him," she promised as she bent her head. "ACTION," Pete yelled just as I felt her moist lips envelope my cum covered cockhead. She swallowed my spurting flood while her eyes flashed lovingly at me. I fucked her standing up, her arms and legs locked around me. Then from behind with her on all fours. Squirted on her face as I pumped between her breasts. We filmed all day! I knew I'd put my baby inside her! ~~~~~~ "You should have told me," I insisted. "It might have ruined the scene," she retorted. "What happened to all the lovers you told us about? All the experience you supposedly had? The evil pimp selling you to his friends," I demanded. "So, you didn't like it? Like me?" she accused. "I love you," I swore. "Leave the poor girl alone," My father insisted as he folded Bianca in his arms. "You shouldn't have been so rough with her." "I liked it," she whispered into Daddy's chest. "Are you sore honey?" "A little. A nice sore though. It tingles. I may not be able to our scene...the sex scene I mean...not for a few days...I want to be all healed for you grampa." "We don't have to honey," dad said even as she wiggled herself against pop's groin. I was jealous as I watched dad's shaft growing against skin. "I don't think we should continue the movie, the parts definitely not right for you Bianca. We could get married," I begged. "The movies not finished. I want to be with grampa. Besides, we can get married in the movie." "It's not the same." "I loved it...everything," she promised as she took my hand in one of hers while rubbing herself against dad. ~~~~~~ A week later we filmed daddy and Bianca's scene. It had been scripted that the old man would take his son's fiancé out for a tour in the everglades, during which he'd force himself on the defenseless girl. Pete and the crew had set up on a grass and tree covered hummock deep in the swamp. We had arranged it so that Dad and Bianca would sweep into view on a fast moving airboat that cut through a sea of grass. "Remember grampa, it's supposed to be a rape scene...be evil, dangerous, mean," Bianca giggled as the boat coasted into shore. ~~~~~~ "ACTION!!!" "Oh Mr. Scouries, it's so beautiful," Bianca the actress announced as she pranced across the mound. "I just wish Jimmy could have come with us." "Look over there honey," dad said pointing, an evil grin on his face. "A crocodile?" ""No sweetie, that's just a gator," dad laughed. "Oh look, he's coming towards us," she cried as she cowered back into daddy's arms. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," daddy promised as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling Bianca back so that her firm round bum was tight against his groin. "He wants to eat me," she giggled. "He'll have to fight me first," dad boasted as his cock filled with blood. "You're so brave Mr. Scouries," Bianca trilled as she spun in dad's arms and pushed her breasts against him. "And once I've whipped that gator I may eat you," daddy said as he drew her head back towards his and licked across her chin and mouth. "MR. SCOURIES!! What are you doing?" she yelped just before daddy captured her mouth. "God, you're a hot, little sweetie," dad said when he finally released Bianca's lips and started to pull her tank top over her head. "You're too good for that deadbeat son of mine," he growled menacingly as her shirt ripped in his strong hands. "No. No please sir," Bianca cried when daddy grabbed and squeezed her firm breasts. "HELP...HELP." "No one but me and the gators out here baby," dad gloated as his hands went to the belt buckle on his jeans. "Oh my gawd," she cried as daddy's thick prick bounced upward into view. "I'm Jimmy's fiancé, you can't," she added as she stepped back. "You're his father! It's not right!" "You make me so hot, little girl," daddy said as he approached the retreating girl. "NO," Bianca yelled as she turned and started to run, her firm breasts jiggling delightedly as she moved. Standing behind the cameraman I watched as my grinning, confident dad stalked the cowering girl, watched when he finally caught her and stripped the jean shorts from her milky thighs. I had to fight myself from rushing to her rescue and hated the thought of what I knew was to come. "NO," Bianca screamed when daddy forced her onto her back on the grass. I watched trembling in anger as daddy forced his cock inside her slippery pink insides. Knew exactly what he felt, knew that Bianca's cunt was tightening around his shaft, clenching, demanding, welcoming... For minutes as daddy pumped into her Bianca moaned and protested, but all of the watching crew could see the obvious delight the young girl was increasingly showing. We all sensed as she locked her ankles around daddy's back that the two of them were becoming oblivious to everything except their approaching orgasms. "YES, YES GRAMPA," Bianca finally screamed as daddy's spurting orgasm started to flood inside her. He finally pulled out, his long prick dripping. "Oh Mr. Scouries," she cooed as she grasped his still hard and waving cock and moved her mouth towards it. "Suck it baby, suck it," daddy the actor groaned as she took his sticky cockhead between her lips. I knew they weren't acting. He held the back of her head in one strong hand, holding her on his prick, pushing, forcing more of himself into her small mouth. She was smiling adoringly up at daddy even as he forced more and more cock down her throat. I was hard, rock hard, and knew that every man in the little clearing was just as hard...I could sense that at any second the crew could drop their cameras and just fall on my helpless Bianca. We all wanted her. Would almost do anything to have her. "Fuck me sir, please," she begged as she pulled her mouth off daddy's prick and turning got on her hands and knees and offered her sweet ass to daddy. "So, you do like your fathers big prick after all," he chortled, his fist holding and menacingly waving his dripping cock. "Yes sir," she said as she looked back over her shoulder. Grasping her hips in his strong hands, he pulled her bum back toward him as he thrust forward into her sopping pussy. "I'm saving your little butt for another day," daddy promised, then gave Bianca a few firm whacks on her quivering cheeks as he proceeded to pump another load of cum deep into his granddaughter. I looked down, and surprised, found my cock in my hand, masturbated as I watched my father's juices oozing from Bianca's pussy. "Again," she ordered pops as she lay splayed on her back in the grass. I had to reluctantly admire my old man as over the next two hours he played Bianca until she was just a groaning, continuous orgasm. Her arching, moaning body was a continuing tribute to his sexual mastery. They finally lay back, sticky and naked, and said nothing as the crew slowly packed up. "Need a lift back boss?" Pete offered. "I'll go with them." "Okay....we'll see you later," he offered, shaking his head as he hopped into his boat. Looking back he said, "You know Jimmy, this is going to be the fucking greatest porn flic of all time. "Hi," she said when I finally wandered over. "Hi honey." "Love ya," she whispered as she sank into my arms. "Me too....are you okay pops?" I asked. "C'mon here gramps," Bianca said with one arm outstretched, welcoming. "You two are going to have to share me," she added when she had an arm around each of us. ~~~~~~~~ We didn't wait for the Taiwanese polling firm to tell us how to end the film, instead, four days later, we filmed a scene with the three of us making love. We'd been practicing it for the preceding three nights. Sharing a woman with your father? It was weird. Even more so for daddy than I. He was a tough old Maine fisherman. Proud. Reserved. Taciturn. Modest. Now here he was naked and hard in bed with his son, similarly naked and hard, and the girl of his dreams was naked between us. Bianca had been adamant. Both of us were her lovers. If we didn't like it she'd leave. "Maybe we could alternate nights or something," a perplexed but erect dad offered. "Both of you...together," she insisted as her tiny, soft hands closed around our hard cocks and made us her slave. I had deflowered her, now Bianca insisted dad be the first to have her bum. "But honey," I tried to protest as she sat straddling me. "Both of you at once," she ordered as she lowered her pussy over my engorged horn. "Grampa," she invited, looking back over her shoulder at dad who was standing naked and erect beside the bed, a tube of lube in his hand. I could feel his big finger when he pushed it through her puckered anus, could feel it just centimeters away from thrusting cock. He pushed insistently with his thick finger, widening her as he spread the lubricant deep inside her bum. "Yes grampa...yessss," she moaned as he manipulated her tiny, tight ass. "It may hurt sweetie," he warned when he finally pulled his finger out and spread her cheeks with his strong hands. "Unhhhh...unh...unh...unh... unh... unh... daddy... grampa... ohhh god...yes..." Bianca screamed as dad filled her with his massive prick. It was weird feeling the two of them atop me, each of dads stabbing thrusts pushing Bianca's cunt onto my now throbbing shaft. We finally reached equilibrium, with the three of us moving in unison in a triangle of lust. Two big cocked, highly sexed men and a teenage girl, in a way it doesn't seem fair but Bianca simply had a hunger for the two of us that seemed insatiable. At first dad and I had trouble looking at each other. But then it didn't matter. She'd arrange us on the bed with our legs interlocked so that our pricks were side by side. Then move her mouth from one to the other as her hands pumped our long shafts or fondled our balls. Then gulp down our seed when we finally exploded between her lips. Slowly dad and I moved from competing with each, deciding finally that the sexual threesome we shared was somehow more exciting, more fulfilling than anything we'd ever experienced before. The threesome scene we filmed for the movie was just the culmination of four days of naked lust. We filmed it on the beach, at dawn, three naked bodies meshing in a continual copulating triangle. And when the film finally came out it was hailed as the greatest scene in porn history. Somehow, every man or woman who sees the film understands that it wasn't fake, that the love shown up on the big screen is simply a reflection of reality. Our final scene of the movie was a shot of daddy escorting Bianca down the aisle of a church, delivering a beaming bride to his son who was proudly waiting at the altar. ~~~~~~~ "Hi," I welcomed when she finally came home on the day we finished the film, the day we'd filmed the mock wedding. "Hi," she answered. "Where've you been?" I asked as daddy watched nervously from across the room. "Walking on the beach...it was nice...the sunset..." "You okay sweetie?" dad asked softly. "I love you grampa...you too," she said as she slipped into my arms. Daddy's XXX Casting Call "We both love you honey," dad insisted as he moved to hug us both. "I have secrets," she whispered. "Like your supposed prostitute youth," I tried to tease, but knew from her expression it was more serious. "You may hate me." "Never...never honey," dad promised. "I don't know if I should even tell you," she said as a tear slipped down her cheek. "Don't then...we don't have to know all your secrets," I softly said. "There's an envelope...on the dining room table. Some papers inside...you two better read them...I'm going to bed," Bianca said as she moved from our arms and backed towards the door. "I'll leave tomorrow if..." "But..." "Night." "I'll come," daddy insisted. "Go with Jimmy...please." ~~~~~~~ "GODDAMM IT!" "What is it," I asked as I saw the papers skip from dad's hands towards the floor. "Oh fuck!" I groaned when I read the words. "She's your daughter," dad finally gasped. "My granddaughter!" ~~~~~~~ "If you two don't want me I'll go." "You're my daughter. We can't..." Dad and I were standing just inside the door, watching Bianca lying in bed, lit only by the faint light from the street that seeped ominously through her windows. "So you want me to go?" "No honey, it's just that," dad started. "I did call you grampa," she answered and both of us heard the tears in her voice. "Don't cry Bianca," dad begged as he hurried to her side. "Don't send me away, please grampa, you're the only family I have" she cried. "Every one else is dead." "No ones sending you away," he promised. "Daddy?" Bianca pled as her eyes captured mine. "You're not going anywhere," I said as I moved to her side. We married for real two days later. Daddy was best man. The three of us then spent our honeymoon on a private Bahamian island. Eight months later November 2006 She was just emerging from the ocean when I looked up from my book. "Look dad." "She's beautiful isn't she?" he asked needlessly as his eyes captured her. "Do you need any help Bianca?" he called. "No grampa," she gasped as she climbed up the beach towards us. Topless, her breasts seemed huge, so much larger now, ready to feed the baby who was waiting to emerge from Bianca's distended belly. "Don't stare daddy," she said as she sat down in her grampas lap. "How can I not?" he asked laughing. "You're beautiful," I promised from my chair. "Hah. I'm fat. Your baby's making me fat." "You're perfect sweetie," dad insisted, then gave my wife a kiss on her receptive lips. "The next one will be yours grampa," she promised, then slipped her fingers into his bathing suit. "Bianca!" daddy hissed as his eyes franticly searched the beach for watchers. "You're always so big...so hard," she giggled as she freed daddy's straining manhood. "Not here honey," he groaned as she slowly pumped him. "They'll just think we're making another movie grampa," she laughed. THE END You alone can bring democracy to the Scouries of Florida! Please, cast a vote for Bianca and her kinfolk. 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