51 comments/ 243958 views/ 42 favorites Milky Maine Christmas By: scouries Warning – To those of you who accessed this story through the 'Winter Contest Portal', please be advised that this is an 'Incest Category' story. It is also a story that touches on the war in Iraq and as the Holiday Season fast approaches I hope all of us, whether in the U.S, Britain, Australia or Canada or wherever, take a few minutes to think of, and pray for, the boys and girls, the men and women, who are serving their countries selflessly and under great danger in foreign lands. * Dec 10th We were slowly recovering, Dani and I, painstakingly putting back together the shattered pieces of our life, trying to somehow work out a way to go on. It was at eight a.m. on December 10th, a cold bleak Maine morning, when the final blow hit, the eerie, tinny ringing of the hall phone heralding the news we'd been fearing since he'd left. An agonizingly painful and slow death of a wife and mother, a vicious rape of a kind but innocent virgin, and now this, a valiant boy struck down, an innocent claimed by warring factions, a pawn in some bizarre, international dance of death. "Oh Daddy, I need you. He's dead Daddy, Johnnie's dead," I heard, a forlorn wail of sadness leaking from the phone into my ear, "They blew him up Daddy, some muslim" "Honey, I'm so sorry," I started, such inadequate words, I thought, surely a Father, even a grieving Father, should be able to do better than this, should somehow be able to protect his loved ones............not just let them die and suffer. 'Fuck you God', I screamed internally as I tried to offer solace to my lovely daughter miles away on some forlorn Marine base. "I'm on my way darling," I finally told my nineteen year old daughter, mother of a three month old son, and now suddenly a widow. "Do you have someone with you? I'll be there tonight Jacqui; we'll call you from the road.......it'll be alright, I promise," I ended. Turning, the phone dead in my hands, I saw Danielle, my youngest, only eighteen and already twice this year she'd been smashed by fate. "Johnnie?" she whispered, new lines of grief already etched on her young face. "It's not fair Daddy, it's just not fair," she sobbed, leaning listlessly against me, and every tremor that shook her body was a silent accusation that reverberated through me. We were on the road in minutes, and silence reigned in my old Accord as we headed south, close to 850 miles away from our destination, the grim, barracked world of Camp Lejeune and the U.S. Marine Corps. Jacqui, or Jacqueline Ann, as her Mom and I had baptized her nineteen and a half years ago, had married her high school beau, John Alex Brown, Johnnie, the day after they both graduated from Sanford High, and after returning from their two-week Hawaiian honeymoon he had left for boot camp, excited at the prospect of serving his country. Neither his father nor I could dissuade him from the Corps, he had always wanted to join the Marines, serve his country, be a man......"I've got to go Mr. Scouries," he'd argued with a young man's uncomplicated view of the world, "Somebody's got to defend us Sir, we can't just let them insult us, bomb us, kill us." And now he's dead, I thought sadly, the final tragedy in a year of sadness for the Scouries family. In February, my wife of twenty-two years had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, a forty-eight year old woman struck brutally before her time. 'If only we had caught it earlier' her Doctor told me, 'then maybe we could have done something,' he had added. 'Fuck you too Doc' I had thought as I watched Julie fade before my eyes, months of pain finally culminating in a horrible death, her youngest daughter, a high school senior, suffering silently as her Mom slowly disappeared. John Jr.'s birth in August had lifted us all, given us a reprieve from our sorrow, an opportunity to believe in life again. But his Dad had already left for Iraq before his son's birth and the nightly visions of death and mayhem we saw on CNN gave us all a forbidding chill. And then Dani! She'd always been the true innocent, someone who was always happy and smiling and kind and helpful and sweet; simply put she was the best of us, the person we all tried to secretly emulate. Just seeing her smile of approval, or her happy laugh produced by something we did, was enough to make your day, and even though the youngest in the family, somehow it was she who was its essence. Her cell phone was still working when she came-to that night, moaning from the black eyes, the broken tooth, the pair of cracked ribs, and as she struggled to call her Father, to call me, she had felt the blood seeping from her shattered cunt, her savagely split rectum. "Daddy, please I need you, they hurt me Daddy," were the words I awoke to, and Dani's sobs and moans still haunt me months later, and I know that nightmare is still her true reality, the wound reopened again by Johnnie's stupid death. That night she had insisted that I bring her home, 'no police Daddy, no hospital', she'd cried, only finally agreeing to let her aunt, a nurse, come and see to her. The body mends of course, and slowly she recovered, but it was obvious something had dramatically altered within her and as the weeks passed, I feared I'd never find the old Dani again. She saw me cleaning the rifle one night, surprising me when I thought she was asleep and simply sat opposite me and said, "I want to be there Daddy, when you do it." Two nights later two boys, eighteen and twenty, died, and as I dropped their weighted bodies into Benjamin's swamp, I felt no hate for them, just a sad remorse at the waste they'd made of their short existence. Three weeks after the accident Dani announced one night, in a cold and completely disinterested voice, "I'm not going back to school Daddy, I'm finished. Finished with school and men and........... Can I stay with you Daddy, always?" In the weeks since, she had improved somewhat, and slowly I was trying to nurse her back to happiness, but it seemed to be only the stream of pictures that arrived from her sister, pictures of her new born nephew, that awakened her broken soul. I often woke up in the mornings to find Dani wrapped around me, the nightmares of the darkness having driven her to her fathers bed, relieving the days of her childhood when she'd race fearful to her parent's bed at the first roar of the thunderstorm. Strangely, none of us had ever thought of Dani as a sexual creature, she had always been the shy tomboy to her sister's 'high school queen' vivaciousness. But having bathed and comforted her during her convalescence, I knew every inch of her body and had, even then, recognized her incredible, heretofore unrecognized, beauty. Taller than her sister by two inches, at 5'8", she had become a woman while no one was looking. Under those smelly sweat shirts and dirty jeans I found a ripe, lush woman and was determined she'd find a man and lover for her life. Often in the mornings I'd watch her wake, hoping to catch the old Dani for those few seconds between sleep and arousal, to see the young girl again before the veil of sadness slipped film like over her eyes. I had made some small progress, and although she absolutely refused to see professional help, as the days and weeks sped by, I was able to get her out more and more, for shopping, meals, errands etc., and had felt that with the imminent arrival of Jacqui for Christmas that the worst was over. And now this, I thought, as I wrenched my mind back to the road taking us south, not for a happy Christmas reunion, but to a funeral for a boy we had all come to love. As we crossed into Virginia, Dani spoke, some of her first words since we had left the farm in Maine, asking a question impossible for any American to easily answer, "Why are we over there anyway Daddy? Why are we fighting in Iraq?" "Its complicated honey," I started, unsure myself, "But the President, his advisors, believe that for democracy, for freedom to" "But they lied Daddy," Dani interrupted, "About the nuclear weapons, the chemical weapons" "He's trying to do his best," I offered lamely. Miles later she began again, "But Daddy, we shouldn't torture people should we?" "No sweetie, Americans should never torture anybody. It's not our way, it's against everything we believe," I answered, sure for once, knowing in my heart where I stood on the torture of human beings. "Why doesn't he just stop it Daddy, he's the President?" "You know Dani, I have the feeling that soon he's going to sit down one day, and no matter what his advisers have told him, he'll just announce to the American people, 'That's it – we're not torturers – we're stopping today', period. We were quiet most of the rest of the way, both of us wondering how we'd find Jacqui and how we could help her in her time of need. Dec 10-17th Johnnie was buried in a small, white picket fence surrounded cemetery, set gently in a little woods just outside his hometown in Maine on December 17th, 2005, a nineteen year old boy who had proudly served his country. It had been an almost impossible week for all of us, from the second we knocked on the door of Jacqui's small, rundown apartment in Jacksonville, North Carolina until the first shovel full of dirt was tossed on Johnnie's casket and a spit and polish Marine handed Jacqui the folded up flag of the country her husband had fought for. We had cried and talked, filled out endless military and government forms, driven a thousand miles, had a wake in both North Carolina and Maine, buried a husband; and during this nightmare the only thing that kept us going was John Jr. I'd walk in on Dani playing on the floor with her nephew and see a light in her eyes I hadn't seen in over a year, and she'd simply explain to me, "He senses how we feel Daddy; you've got to be happy, truly happy, when you're here with John." And we all were, the three of us always turning to John when we needed a lift, and I loved watching Jacqui feed her son, his eager lips stretching to catch his Mommies teat. And strangely, when we got back to the farm, we were happy, the three of us spending our evenings alone together, and finally free of the constant visits and condolences we'd received during the day, we drew sustenance from each others presence. Dec 19th "What's wrong with Dani Dad?" Jacqui asked when she caught me alone, two days after the funeral. "What do you mean sweetie?" "Something's wrong with her Dad," she insisted. "Well first Mom, and now Johnnie.......she's" "There's something else Daddy. Why isn't she in school anyway? She's supposed to be at college. She started in September." "She didn't like her course dear. She couldn't study or concentrate......... she'll probably go back next fall." I stonewalled, not wanting Jacqui troubled even more. "I'll ask her then," she replied and then turned to go. "No Jacqui please, you'll hurt her," I pled. "Then tell me," she demanded. "Sit," I ordered, still undecided whether to add to her troubles. "Daddy?" she finally asked. "She was hurt honey. She was hurt after her first college dance. Two boys, they....." "They what?" "Dani was beaten up Jacqui," I whispered, struggling to get each word out. "She was beaten and raped and left lying broken on the road" "Oh Daddy, you should have called, I would have come. Oh poor Dani, she'd never been with a boy before," she sobbed. "You'd just had John Jr. a month before hon, and with Mom dying and Johnnie overseas, we didn't want to bother" "But she's my sister Dad. And what'd the cops do? Did they catch them? Are they in jail? And why haven't I heard about any of this since I got home? None of my friends said anything." "She wouldn't go to the police honey? She absolutely refused. She said she'd kill herself if I made her." "But.......... Who are they Daddy? God, I'll fucking kill the bastards," she screamed. "It's okay now Jacqui," we both heard whispered from the doorway, and turning saw Dani standing watching us. "Oh Dani," Jacqui cried, rushing to embrace her little sister, "Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry, so sorry I wasn't here for you." As I watched my two girls sobbing in each others arms, I wondered for the thousandth time that year why we were being punished, just what thing had I done to wreck such havoc on my loved ones. Finally Jacqui pulled away from her sister, and demanded angrily, "Who are they Dani, what are their names, I swear I'll" "They're buried in the swamp at the back of old man Benjamin's farm, Jacqui,' her sister finally said. "What? But........... Daddy!" "It's best you don't know Jacqui," I argued, "It's over now." "Did you make them suffer Daddy? Really suffer?" she demanded harshly. "They were just mad dogs Jacqui. You don't make mad dogs suffer honey, you just put them out of their misery," I said sighing. "And you?" she asked her sister, "Are you alright? Can I" "I'm okay Jacqui, it's just that I'm scared, I'm" "C'mon Dani," she said to her sister, leading her away, "We're going to talk." I heard the two talking late into the night and found myself relieved they had each other, that perhaps they could cure each others sadness. Dec 21st "You like watching John Junior breastfeed, don't you Dad," Jacqui all of a sudden asked, looking at me staring at her sons hungry lips sucking from her distended teat. We were sitting in the den when she asked her question, the three of us spending quiet time together after dinner, a routine we had fallen into the last week, finding life bearable now only in each others presence. "Yes honey," I answered, meeting her gaze. "Is it my tits you like watching?" "Jacqui!" squawked Danielle. "It's OK Dani," I interrupted, "And yes Jacqui, I love watching a woman's bare breasts, they're one of God's greatest designs. Their roundness, their perfect shape, the beautiful dark circles, the little fat nipples..... And yours sweetie, with Junior tugging thirstily, they're" "Daddy!" "Shhhh Dani," laughed Jacqui, "There's nothing wrong with the human body." "Do either of you remember drinking from your Mom?" I asked pensively. "I was too young Daddy," Dani answered in a little girl's voice. And seeing Jacqui also shake her head I told them, "My earliest memory is of my Mother's breast; even today I can remember her taste, her smell, her feel, her laughter, the room she fed me in" "It's impossible," argued Jacqui, "You can't remember that far back." "I know honey, but ........ I do, its there, in my brain,............ it's the oldest recollection I have.......whenever I see a baby at his mother's breast, its there," I finished. "I wish I remembered it, with Mom I mean," Dani interjected wistfully. "I remember you, you little scamp, so hungry, so fierce when you sucked from Mommy," I remembered laughing. "What about me Daddy?" Jacqui demanded, as both of the girls watched me raptly. "You were a quiet one, honey," I said grinning, the joy a happy memory brings coursing through me, "So serious as you sucked, concentrating and never wanting to let go and let your Daddy have any." "What? You didn't drink Mommy's milk did you Daddy?" "Of course Dani! Your Mom loved it when I tasted her, when I sucked from her leaking nipples, when I had her milk in my mouth." "But was there enough left for Jacqui? For me?" asked my fascinated daughter. "Well, you look pretty healthy honey, so I guess" "Do you want to taste me Daddy? Would you like to taste my milk?" Jacqui blurted out, an excitement in her voice. "Jacqui!" exclaimed the again incredulous Dani. "Well. What about you Dani," Jacqui challenged as she completely opened her blouse, exposing both her full, ripe breasts to our gazes. 'Jesus,' I muttered under my breath as we both gaped at Jacqui's perfection. "But I'm a girl,..... I mean an adult, ....... I couldn't," stammered Dani, clearly flummoxed by her sister's offer. "But wouldn't you like to know what a woman's milk tastes like, feels like," she enticed. And then moving to sit next to Jacqui, she added, "Someday your baby's going to drink from you Dani," "But Jacqui," she protested as her sister pulled her head to her chest. "Come here. Put a hand under it Dani," she directed her sister, "Cup it, yes, yes just like that. Open your lips, ummmm, yes that's nice, so nice, suck me Dani, drink my milk," she begged her younger sister. Watching my Danielle lapping at her sister's breast stunned me, the paternal love I felt for my two girls suddenly superseded by a desperate hardness in my groin, an unnatural lust to possess them both. I could see Jacqui looking at me as her sister sucked, and knew she understood what was happening in my brain, had noticed the hardness in my pants and yet I saw a tenderness, even an invitation in her eyes as I turned away ashamed. When Dani finally finished suckling, she lay back languidly against me, and with a thin trickle of milk sliding down her chin, murmured, "It's good Jacqui, so good. I can't wait,.... I mean, I want my baby...........to drink from me....I want to feel," "Would you like to feel Junior feeding from you?" Jacqui offered. "But, I don't have any milk for him, I" Lifting her baby from her bed, Jacqui replied, luring gently, "Just for a minute Dani, just to try it, take your sweater off. Its fun you'll see," she added laughing. "But," she started to protest, even as her hands moved to pull her sweater over her head. She turned to quickly look back at me as she sat, just covered only by a lacy bra. "I'm embarrassed Daddy, don't watch," she whispered, her face blushing crimson, "Maybe I shouldn't" "Shhh Baby," I whispered as I unhooked her and slid the thin silky straps from her shoulder, baring a perfect chest, two ruby tipped cones, proudly firm with puffy aureoles that made me tremble and wish it was I who was going to feed. "God, you're gorgeous, they're beautiful," her sister gushed. "I'm ugly," Dani whispered back, "Boys hate me, they" "Don't be stupid, you're perfect," Jacqui answered as she brought her son to Dani's quivering breast, and laughed as Junior latched hungrily on. "Ohh, oh God Jacqui, it feels weird, good, oh wow," she enthused until the baby released her teat and looked up angrily; ready to wail his protest at her milkless tit. "I'm sorry Johnnie, your Auntie doesn't have any milk for you today," she laughed, as she brought her little nephew to her lips, kissing him happily. "I'm going to though," she promised. "Whoa there young lady," I interrupted, "You've got to find a boyfriend, fall in love, get married, make love, become pregnant, then feed your baby." Dani came out of her reverie at my words, and at first I feared she was about to cry, but then she all of a sudden said, "I could get artificially inseminated Daddy." "Are you nuts?" Jacqui screeched at her sister, just beating me to the punch, "You're going to find a handsome boy and fall in love and" "No I'm not," she hissed back. "I'm never leaving Daddy, the farm, the," she added, a sad despair in her voice. The sisters slept together again that night and each time they spent a night together it seemed to bring them ever closer to their old selves. Dec 22nd The next night at dinner Jacqui innocently asked, "Daddy, can I ask you a question?" "Of course honey." "It's maybe not my business, but I," "Go ahead Jacqui," I laughed, "That's never stopped you before." "That's for sure," added her younger sister. "Its about sex Daddy," she said smiling. "Yes?" I answered tentatively, wishing immediately she had chosen some other topic. "Do you miss not............. I mean, what do you do now that Mom's not here?..... I mean, do you have sex with other women?" "JACQUI!" screamed her sister, "Mommy just died." Milky Maine Christmas "I know Dani, I'm sorry Dad. God, it's just that I miss Johnnie so much, I miss his body next to mine, touching me, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything," she said, her voice tailing off into a whisper. "Nonsense honey," I said, putting my hand over hers, "You'll always be able to talk to me about anything." "But do you believe in sex without love Daddy? Just sleeping with somebody to relieve yourself? To just feel good for a while?" "Oh Gross Jacqui!" her sister interjected. "Honey," I started, "The only woman I've slept with in twenty-five years was your Mom and I loved her so much" "What about before? Before you met Mom, I mean. You must have" "Well, there were two girls in high school," I admitted, remembering. "But I did think at the time I was in love with each of them," I smiled. "And when you were in the Marines?" "Jacqui," was again hissed by her sister. "Maybe," I admitted ruefully. "It's so much easier for men," Jacqui complained. "Johnnie and I made love every day for almost a year and then poof, he's gone to Iraq and I'm all alone and now he's dead and," she continued as the tears started to flow down her cheeks. As her sister rushed to her, tenderly holding her in her arms, caressing her, Jacqui went on, "Is it wrong Daddy to want a man, to want to have sex, so soon after Johnnies gone?" "No sweetie, its natural, especially after you've lost someone, you need, you want comfort." "You too Daddy?" I nodded to her as I went on, "You'll find someone honey, someone to love. It won't mean you'll forget Johnnie, its just you'll have someone new." "I don't want to fall in love Daddy; I don't think I can take it again. But how will I be able to have sex?" she lamented. "Don't worry Jacqui," I started. "It's so easy for men, for you." She cried. "You have all those women chasing you. Or you can go to Boston and find a prostitute and" "Enough Jacqui," yelled her sister, clearly outraged by our conversation. "Daddy would never sleep with a prostitute, never. And what women? Who's chasing him?" she demanded. "Didn't you see them all at the Christmas concert today? All trying to talk to Daddy. Miss Davis" "The teacher? She's old, you idiot, way too old for Daddy." "She's ten years younger than Dad silly. And then the Librarian, Miss Jones, and of course Mrs. Green, Jill's Mom, her husbands been dead for five years, and" "But Jacqui," my dismayed daughter sputtered. "Who do you think made the lasagna we're eating, or the apple pie we've got for dessert?" "But that's just neighbors being nice Jacqui. Right Daddy?" she implored. "You'd never sleep with them would you, not if you didn't love them?" "I'm not sleeping with anyone honey. Just the three of us are going to have as good as Christmas as possible, OK? Now let's have dessert." "I'm not hungry," Dani refused. "I don't even think Mrs. Green knows how to bake a pie, it'll probably taste terrible. Tomorrow Daddy, I'm going to bake all the Christmas cookies Mommy used to make us, we shouldn't have to rely on others, not when I can cook so well," she finished. "Don't tease your sister," I warned Jacqui after Dani had left the table. "We've got to help Dani, Dad. And I'm still horny Daddy," she complained, but with an excited twinkle in her eyes. Jacqui played the piano for us that night after the dishes were done, and together we sang all the old Christmas favorites, the songs their Mom had sung them every Christmas and somehow, what could have turned all maudlin and sad for us instead became a celebration, magically all of us were turning to the future. And although all of us had been brutally hurt in the preceding days and months, I think it was that night of singing that made us all realize there'd be happy days in the future, that Mom would have insisted on it. I finally left the two girls giggling happily together, but just heard as I walked up the stairs Dani demand of her sister, 'Daddy wouldn't really sleep with a prostitute, would he?' and then Jacqui's confident reply, 'Of course he will, unless we do something.' Dec 23rd The next morning we tackled the job we'd been putting off for the last few days, our annual foray across the fields behind the farmhouse to the small copse of fir trees nestled next to the pond at the bottom of the ridge. It was sunny and cold as we walked on the thin layer of snow that lay everywhere, the light dustings each of the last three nights had delivered a perfect white New England Christmas to us. The girls were singing as we walked, and 'Jingle Bells' rang across the fields until I hit Dani with a well placed snowball. From then on we ran and shrieked and giggled, drawn backward in time to the joyous feelings of our youth. Finally we fell together, the three of us giggling as we lay entwined, even Jacqui with John Junior cradled next to her stomach. "That one Daddy," Dani ordered, pointing to the tree we had almost rolled against, a perfect, seven foot tall blue spruce, its white tipped branches sparkling in the sun. "They'd think we were crazy, wouldn't they?" Jacqui suddenly asked. "Who sweetie?" "Our neighbors, the people in town, busybodies, I don't know, anybody. They'd say to themselves 'why are those three smiling, having fun with all their problems'. You and Mom never cared did you Dad? About what others thought, I mean." "I only worried about what your Mom thought, about what you little girls thought," I confessed, suddenly serious. "Your happiness is all that counts to me now," I said, and saw with a sudden, intense inner clarity that it was true, that there was nothing I wanted for myself that could remotely approach the joy Dani and Jacqui gave me. "I'm not leaving here again Daddy," Jacqui suddenly promised. "I want little John to grow up here, to play and work on the farm, to be with his grandfather, to have you teach him like you did me." "I'd love it sweetie, but you'll want to get out, do things, meet people.." "I've been thinking Daddy, every night this week, and I've decided, I'm staying, staying here with you. I can study at the community college, I'll become a nurse and get a job at the hospital when I graduate, but I'm living here, on this land, with you" "What about me? I don't want to go either." "Of course with you Dani, my perfect little sister. With you, and your artificially inseminated baby and Johnnie and Daddy," she laughed. "You girls are nuts," I said grinning, but also saw the look that passed between the two, a look that expressed their total commitment to this newly hatched plan. "Cut the tree Daddy," Jacqui finally ordered, smiling happily. We decorated the tree that afternoon, and even though John Jr. was too young to appreciate the show, we took our time, allowing him to see and feel every bulb and light before we put it on. Finally only the two angels were left, the angels we called Danielle and Jacqueline, always the last ornaments to go on and almost always put on by me. Turning I saw Jacqui crying silently, her angel hanging from her fingers, her little sister hugging her, trying to offer solace. "Honey?" I whispered. "Johnnie was so happy last year Daddy," Jacqui sobbed, "When you let him put my angel up. I had warned him before, 'only Daddy can put my angel on the tree Johnnie', and then you gave it to him and told him it was his job from now on. He was so happy Daddy, so proud that you trusted him with the job. I think he was happier with that than the fact you let him marry me," she admitted, a wide smile lighting her tear filled face. "You'll always have a Daddy to take care of you, my little angel," I promised as I pulled both my daughters into my arms. The girls cooked a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings that night, and accompanied by a rich Bordeaux, it was a perfect meal after a day spent active and outdoors. Dani had baked all afternoon and proudly presented us with a plate of brightly colored Christmas coolies for dessert. "Certainly better than Mrs. Green's pie honey," I confidently asserted, licking my lips in a silent praise to my suddenly shy daughter's effort. "Daddy," Dani started, later, as we all sat on the sofa in the den, I between Jacqui at one end feeding little John, and Dani nestled comfortably against me on the other side. "I don't want you to do it." "Don't you sweetie," I answered as I pulled her closer to my body and tickled her side. "I'm serious!" "About what my little princess?" I asked as I continued to tickle her. "Dadddddy Pleassssse!" she insisted, as both Jacqui and I smiled at each other. "I don't want you to sleep with prostitutes Daddy, or women you don't love. It's wrong! Promise me you won't Daddy." "Dani, I'm not sleeping with any prostitutes. Stop listening to your big sister, she's putting stupid ideas in your head." "Not Mrs. Green either Daddy," she went on, clearly not willing to leave this subject alone. "I'll never sleep with Mrs. Green honey, I promise, besides her pie was terrible." "You love me Daddy don't you? And I love you..... So well, I was thinking last night, after I talked to Jacqui" "I going to get back at you for this Jacqui," I warned my elder daughter, smirking quietly beside me, clearly struggling to keep from laughing. "Daddy! Anyway Daddy I was thinking that if you have to have sex with someone, and Jacqui told me you would, well maybe............ I mean I'm not going to have any boyfriends and.............. well maybe, if you needed someone once every month or two......... maybe I could......... you know....... you could sleep with me. Then you wouldn't have to go to Boston or Mrs. Green or Miss Davis." "Once a month," shrieked Jacqui, "Daddy will need more than that, you nincompoop." "Why? What do you mean?" "And anyway, I thought you told me you'd never sleep with a man again." "Well I thought, ....... Maybe with Daddy I could," Dani started, blushing furiously, "I like sleeping in his bed Jacqui. And then maybe I wouldn't have to get artificially inseminated" "You're crazy Danielle. And besides Daddy needs a woman at least five nights a week." "No he wouldn't. Would you Daddy?" asked Dani, a look of disbelief on her face. "Girls its Christmas. Why don't you worry about all the beautiful gifts you're going to buy me and the wonderful turkey you're going to prepare for me – not sex!" After seconds of silence, Dani still not willing to let the matter rest added, "Well Jacqui, you could help me. You could sleep with Daddy some days, you're used to it anyway, and at least you like men." Lifting her finally sated infant down into his bassinet, Jacqui turned to me and winking lasciviously said, "Maybe I'll will Dani! But first," she said as she straddled my legs and sat facing me, "I'm going to let Daddy drink from me tonight." "But Jacqui, can't I have" "So you did like it after all?" she crowed. "Well tonight you're going to have to wait until after your Daddy's finished." "But honey," I protested as Jacqui's hand cupped the back of my head and drew me towards her breast. "Shut up Daddy. Consider it an early present from your" were the last words I heard before the first thick stream of luscious, mother's milk bathed my mouth. "Ohhhhh Daddy," I heard moaned as I sucked greedily, my free hand cupping and kneading her other breast. "Oh sweetie," I growled when I finally switched teats, lost in the taste of my daughter even as my penis grew long and throbbed under her, the weight of her thighs spread atop him perfectly. "Thank you Jacqui," I whispered when I finally released her nipple, "I'd almost forgotten what it was like." "Maybe next Christmas you'll be able to drink from me Daddy," Dani said excitedly, as she watched her sister's heavy tits impatiently. "Oh all right Miss Greedy, you can have some too," Jacqui finally offered, slipping off my lap and next to Dani. But while Dani's hungry lips sucked eagerly from her sister, Jacqui's slipped her hand into my lap and gently stroked me. I lay awake for hours that night, my mind a mishmash of emotions – desire and love and sorrow and shame and lust. I touched myself, finally inducing that incredible release, that explosion of ejaculate up my stiff shaft while my brain was bathed in an avalanche of home grown opiates. Lying in bed, covered in my seed, I could still hear my two girls whispering together in their shared room and my last thought as I fell asleep was to wonder just what plot Jacqui was hatching now to her innocent sister. Dec 24th "Morning Daddy," I heard giggled in my ear the next morning, and as I slowly roused could feel Dani's firm breasts poking into my bare back, and feel her arm softly draped around me. "Hi Daddy," another voice chimed in, and finally opening my eyes saw Jacqui's face just inches from mine and realized a hand was gently caressing my elongated shaft. "Jesus girls, what the heck are you doing here? What time is it anyway," I sputtered as I pulled Jacqui's fingers from my now rampant cock. "It's just nine a.m. Daddy," Dani whispered from behind. "Jacqui and I woke early, around five and we were so cold Daddy, so we decided" "If it was so cold sweetie, how come you and your sister have no clothes on?" I demanded. "It's an old Eskimo discovery Daddy," Jacqui said grinning, each light breath caressing me, "If two or more people sleep together in cold weather, you're always warmer if you sleep naked." "I bet honey," I muttered. "Do you always have hard-ons in the morning Daddy," the little vixen asked slyly. "What?" shrieked Dani. "He's had two Dani, just in the last hour. I was trying to sleep and Daddy kept poking me." "Why didn't you tell me? Let me see," Dani ordered, and then threw off the covers and proceeded to climb over me, her hair lined slit open to my view as she lay spread atop me. "OUT!" I ordered as the two scrambled to inspect me, and as they ran out giggling couldn't help but hear Dani's urgent question to her sister, "Are they all that big Jacqui?" We spent the day shopping and visiting, finally ending up around two at Jacqui'ss who lived in the next small town from ours. It had snowed lightly all morning but as we sat at the Browns it really started to come down hard and we rushed to get home before the roads were closed. We ate, but soon after we lost power, and so spent the evening quietly huddled together in the den, talking and reminiscing in front of the brightly burning fireplace. I shooed them both off to bed around eleven, wanting to wrap their presents without their prying eyes. When I retired to my bedroom, soon after midnight I found Dani huddled smiling under the covers. "Jacqui didn't want me to sleep with her tonight Daddy, and it was sooooo cold" "So you just thought you'd come and sleep with your Daddy," I finished for her, as I lifted the covers back. "And you believed Jacqui's story about the Eskimos I see," I added when I saw Dani's naked body flickering in the dim light provided by the dying flames. "Yes Daddy," she whispered. "I know I'm not as attractive as Jacqui, that maybe you don't want me, that" "Shhhh," I ordered as I dropped my towel and slipped next to her, suspended just beside her, drinking in her radiant beauty, her translucent skin. "You're so perfect Dani," I said, gently taking her lower lip between mine. "I am?" My only answer was to fold her in my arms, hugging her against me with a desperate intensity, a wonderful intensity I hadn't felt since her Mother had died. "I'm scared Daddy." "Me too honey, I'm terrified I'll hurt you, or make you sad or disappoint you." "You couldn't Daddy, never," she protested, as she rolled on top of me, and grabbing my head, started to rain kisses on me. She could feel my cock between us, throbbing against her stomach, and when she finally sat up, sitting astride my thighs, it sprang angrily in the air, hovering between her legs. "God, its so big Daddy," she said, a tremor in her voice, and struggling to put her small hand around his thick girth, asked, "But where will it all go. Jacqui didn't really explain this part." "I think your big sister has done enough explaining," I growled, as I watched Dani lift her hips up and perch herself over me. "He's so soft, yet hard Daddy," Dani whispered with awe in her voice, and then slowly lowered herself until my now dark red cockhead, covered in precum, was banging at her gate. "Unnhhhhhhhh, Oh Dadddddddy," she grunted as she lowered herself fiercely, taking a thick six inches before she slowed. Squeezing my balls, she rose until just my prick's ringed head was left in her, and again dropped heavily onto me. "He's almost all in Daddy," she moaned as she again raised and lowered her sticky moist centre. I lay still as she worked me, not wanting to frighten her the first time she made love, not wanting to awaken those ugly memories I knew must rest close to the surface of her mind. But as she built up a rhythm, a cadence, as her loud, gasping grunts filled the air I started to raise my hips to meet her and took her breasts in my fingers and urgently kneaded them as her cunt repeatedly clenched my throbbing cock. She was grunting fiercely, small rapid grunts that matched her ever increasing pace, unhh...unhh....unhh...unhh....unnnnhhhhhhhhhhh, when I finally felt her explode around my hardness, bathing me in her juices as my first spurting string of seed sought out her center. "Daddy," she cried as she lowered her mouth towards mine, "Oh Daddy........I didn't know, didn't think" I was still hard inside her when our tongues danced together, my prick not allowing any of my cum to leak out from her fertile cunt. I then rolled her quickly onto her back, and proceeded to fuck her hard, all subtlety now gone, but watched her eyes and immediately saw her acceptance, her desire for my deep penetration, her lust for her Daddy's big prick. We did it four times before we fell apart sated, panting and gasping, and fell asleep bathed in the juices of our love. Dec 25th, Christmas Day "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" blasted next to my ear woke me the next morning, and looking up I saw Jacqui's jubilant face smiling back. "Merry Christmas to you sweetie," I mumbled as my eyes quickly took in the fact that my oldest was buck naked and not twelve inches from my face was a perfect triangle of black fur, a red Christmas bow attached to it's trimmed strands, positioned just above the pink slit that peeked seductively through. "Do you like my present Daddy?" she asked as she moved her hips ever closer to my gaping mouth. "JACQUI, Oh Jacqui," Dani yelled as she climbed over me and stood to embrace her grinning sister. "Oh, Jacqui, you were right, I do like it!" "I know, you kept me up half the night with your squealing and grunting," she laughed. "It certainly sounded like Santa came last night," she giggled, "I can even see strands of his cumming on your body. But I hope you didn't wear out poor Daddy," she asked, as she winked at me over Dani's shoulder. "The powers still out too. There's like three feet of snow around the house. The phones are out too," she told us. We all rushed to the window, and stared arm in arm at the wonderful, white, winter wonderland that stretched as far as the eye could see. "I guess we won't have any visitors today then?" I asked. "No Daddy," Dani agreed, "they'd never be able to get through." Jacqui was already grinning happily when I went on, "We probably don't have to rush and get dressed then, do we?" "No Daddy," broke in Jacqui wickedly, "If we wanted, we could probably stay naked all day Daddy. We could open our presents naked, eat breakfast naked, play cards naked, or..." "Has John Jr. been fed yet this morning Jacqui?" Milky Maine Christmas "Yes Daddy, I just put him back to sleep. He'll probably sleep for another two hours." "Maybe I'd better," I said, pulling gently on her hip, drawing her red bow decorated groin toward me, "Open my first present now." "Oh yessssss Daddy," Jacqui purred, as my tongue slid into her and I sampled her sweet pussy. "What present Jacqui?..................... Oh! ......Do you have any other bows? Maybe I can give Daddy his second present once he's opened yours," she finished grinning, as she skipped happily from the room. By the time Dani returned, a bow on each nipple and one covering her groin, Jacqui was atop me, and while I ate her as I massaged and kneaded her ass, spreading her and forcing more of her into my mouth, she popped my cockhead in her mouth and commenced licking me. "What are you two doing," Dani asked, gawking at us from the side of the bed. "Breakfast sweetie," her sister answered after spitting me out for a second. "But Jacqui," she protested as her sisters long tongue curled upward from the base of my balls to the now leaking tip. "Didn't you kiss Daddy's prick last night you bad girl? It's his second favorite thing." "No one told me. And we were so busy last night Jacqui, I didn't have time." Jacqui took my first jerking thrust in her mouth and then pulling her younger sister towards her, aimed my second and third and fourth spurts towards Dani's waiting mouth. "Ummmmm, you taste so good Daddy," she said licking her lips, trying to catch the last strand that hung from the corner of her mouth, "but what are you going to have to eat?" "He's going to have me, and then you, and then maybe a little milk to wash it all down," Jacqui said laughing, "But first he's going to make love to his beautiful eldest daughter," she promised. And I did. And we all did. And somehow the most awful year in the history of our world is just about over. And I have a feeling we're all going to live happily ever after. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I write my stories to amuse and excite, to titillate. Hopefully if you've read this far I've succeeded to some small extent. Please let me know how you liked the story. The response from readers is what makes writing the story fun. 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