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1974: A Summer of Incestuous Love

By: silkstockingslover



Summary: A crazy summer forever changes father, daughter and son.

Note 1: Thanks to Bill who shared this story of his life and his special intimate loving relationship with his children. Much of the story and dialogue are Bill's words.

Note 2: This story is based on a true story (you know, the way movies tell true stories).

Note 3: All participants are at least eighteen years old.

Note 4: This is a summer 2014 contest story so please vote.

Note 5: This story is somewhat long and has a lot of dialogue and plot before the sex really gets going.

Thanks for editing this story to Robert, MAB7991 and goamz86.

 Chapter 1: Revelation

My wife Helen's death was crushing to our family. She had been having cramps and had lost some

weight, but doctors said it was just colitis. When she was finally diagnosed with ovarian

cancer, it was too late to treat. Being 1973, treatments were far less effective than they are today. She died Thanksgiving weekend and made me a single father of two teens.

Billy had just turned eighteen when his mother passed, and Julie was just about to turn nineteen when the events that started this crazy journey took place (I know we literally had our children back to back). She had just finished her first year at a local college in a pre-vet program. The two kids could not have been more different in their personalities, enough so that many people didn't believe they were siblings. That said, both kids were really good looking. Billy was such a sweet young boy, rarely in trouble for anything and very close to his mother. He was suffering more than any of us and still hadn't come to grips with Helen's death. . Billy was tall, like me, at 6'2", dark haired, and just recently physically growing into his lanky frame.

Julie, on the other hand, was the wild child, always in some sort of mischief. Julie physically was more like her mother, short at 5'2". She was also a bit hippy and chesty like her mother, wearing D cup bras (which I learned when I first did her laundry...one of many chores that fell to me once my wife passed). Her dark hazel eyes were gorgeous and always seemed to draw the boys to her. Still, it was her chest that most everyone saw first in spite of a sparkling smile and beautiful eyes. Julie's outgoing personality bubbled all the time and she seemed a bottomless pit of energy. In high school, she was a cheerleader, in the chorus, the school council and in other clubs I no longer remember. She really was a social butterfly. Her blue eyes and short blond hair topped off a very spicy looking young girl who had plenty of boys wanting to date her.

I tried to have serious talks with both of them about sex and being careful, separately of course, but never felt I got anything more than a dismissive smile and a nod. Julie would be turning 19 in a couple of weeks and I insisted she see her doctor about birth control. She was intent on studying to be a vet and I wasn't going to let an accidental pregnancy derail her future.

We soon fell into a new routine without Helen and soon became relatively functional and always busy. My job at an ad agency kept me hopping, but I declined any travel that I used to do, so as not to be away overnight anymore. We always had dinner together at least four or five nights a week. I'm a decent cook and Julie was very much at home in the kitchen and very accomplished with basic dishes. By spring we were grieving less and beginning to extend our social lives slowly.

I wasn't dating, but I was having an occasional dinner at the golf club with a woman I had known for a few years and who had recently divorced. Our relationship was still platonic but she was fun to be around and enjoyed coming to our house for dinner over the weekend. The kids liked her and she very much enjoyed them. Nita Bradshaw was her name and she was exactly the same size as Julie so they had an instant bond with clothes as both had a hard time with anything fitting up top without being too loose elsewhere. Nita was happy to share from her huge wardrobe if Julie needed something different for some occasion...plus it was great to see Julie have an older female role model.

The Fourth of July long weekend of 1974 was the beginning of a series of events that would change all our lives forever. There was a big cookout at the club after a golf tournament for members and, as usual on Independence Day weekend, there was lots of drinking. Nita was a member as well, as were most of our friends, but we chose to pass on the golf and socialize all afternoon. While I visited with friends, Billy was at the pool most of the day and Julie played tennis with some girlfriends.

I was talking with some male friends when I noticed a very attractive woman come up to Nita and begin talking. I'd seen her at the club a few times but didn't know her. Although I wasn't listening at the beginning of the conversation they were having, as I was involved in one myself, Nita's facial expressions got me curious. I was just close enough to make out what they were saying:

The attractive woman seemed to be on the offensive, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last time."

Nita answered, "That is not true."

"Well, you enjoyed it the first time," the attractive woman countered.

"That's in the past," Nita replied, her tone implying she was clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

"You should come tonight," the woman suggested.

"I don't think so," Nita answered.

"And when you change your mind, bring Bill," the woman added, ignoring Nita's rejection. "It would be good for him...VERY, VERY good for him."

"I don't think so," Nita said shaking her head.

"Think about it," the woman continued her aggressiveness.

I was drawn back into the conversation with my friends and didn't hear the rest of their conversation, although I was super curious what they were talking about, especially because Nita was not one to look uncomfortable in a conversation.

By the time I turned back to eavesdrop some more, the attractive woman was gone.

The cookout began at 6 0'clock and the kids were ravenous and grabbed some food and joined their friends. Nita and I waited until the line thinned out and we each grabbed a steak before retreating to a table under some shade trees.

"Who was that woman you were talking to this afternoon? I've seen her a few times but don't know her," I asked, fishing for information.

"That's Beth Conley. She and Dan live on Hanover a block down from me," she answered, without adding any hint about what the conversation was about.

"She seemed to want you and me to come to some event tonight," I said, too curious to let it go.

"Were you eavesdropping on my conversation with her?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

"No, no, no. She was just talking loud enough that I could hear some of what she was saying. She seemed rather insistent," I said, defending myself.

"It wasn't anything we'd be interested in, so I told her we'd pass," she vaguely answered, oddly referring to us as a 'we'.

"Okay, if you say so," I shrugged. That hardly satisfied my curiosity, but I sensed Nita didn't want to go into any detail, at least right then, so I let it drop. Everyone was worn out after an afternoon in the sun and the drinking so we called it an early night.

It was a week later at Saturday morning breakfast when Julie said she was going to meet Dot at Conley's house with some other girls to plan some upcoming church charity event.

"Julie, is Dot's mother Beth Conley?" I asked, the past week the truth of that odd conversation always in the back of my mind.

"Yeah, why, do you know her?" Julie asked.

"No, but I saw her at the club last week and she knows Nita. They were talking and she invited Nita to a party that night but Nita declined," I said, before realizing I gave Julie more information than necessary.

"Did Nita tell you why she didn't want to go?" Julie asked, suddenly curious.

"No, she didn't want to talk about it," I admitted.

"Dad, do you know anything about the Conleys?" Julie asked, implying she knew something.

"No. Is there something I should know?" I asked.

"No. Just asking. Gotta run, I'm late," she said, clearly not comfortable discussing it with me, which only enhanced my growing curiosity (I hate not knowing things).

She was up and out the door before I could get another word out. Curiosity getting the best of me, I called Nita.

"Hi, it's me... Julie just left to go to the Conley's to meet with Dot, Beth Conley's daughter. I asked her if Beth Conley was her mother and she said 'yes' and asked me if I knew anything about them. When I said I didn't she blew it off and ran out the door. What's going on with these mystery people that everyone knows about but me?" I asked, no longer able to bite my tongue.

Nita sighed, before saying, "Bill, this is something we need to talk about in person, but I doubt it's something Julie would know about. Shall we do dinner tonight and I'll try to explain?"

"Sounds good. I'll go get some steaks and wine. Why don't you come over at five? Billy's doing an overnight across the street with friends and I'm not sure when Julie's due home but I'll get her one too," I offered, both of us loving barbecue meals and sitting outside enjoying the summer evening.

"Sounds great," she agreed.

"See you tonight," I said, eager to find out what this big secret was.

I ran my errands, had a shower and was fixing a drink when Nita drove up.

"Hi, right on time as usual. I'm fixing drinks, do, you want one?" I asked with a smile. Nita was a very attractive woman and incredibly sweet. Although I wasn't sure I was ready to actually date someone, I knew in my heart Helen would approve of Nita.

"Sure, the usual for me, although make it a double," she said, before asking, "Need any help getting dinner ready?"

"I'll let you make a salad. I've got the steaks marinating and potatoes to put in the

oven. Let's go outside and relax," I replied. In many ways we were already like a married couple...although we were not even dating.

Once outside and enjoying the early evening warmth, I said, "Your hair looks a little lighter. Did you get it done today?"

"I did. Do you like it? It's a little blonder. Now I need to tan more," she said, putting her hand through her hair.

"I do like it. You look very pretty tonight," I complimented, finding Nita even more attractive today. I hadn't been with anyone since Helen's death and Nita and I hadn't even kissed, but there was definitely chemistry between us.

She gave me a big smile and a wink, "Well, thank you sir. I'm so pleased you like it."

We chatted about our mundane day, with me wanting to know more about last week's conversation, but Nita seeming to avoid it. Each of us finishing our first drink, I finally brought it up, "So, this Conley thing."

She smiled, "I wondered how long it would take for you to bring it up. We should probably talk about it before Julie gets home."

"I would like to know what all the mystery is about. Are they in some kind of witness protection program?" I joked.

"No, but it's something they'd likely want to keep just as much their own secret," she said, clearly uncomfortable and tentative.

"You're only adding to the intrigue," I said, my mind spinning with no real idea in my head at what it could be and why Beth wanted me to become involved.

"It's just a dark side of my past," she ominously answered.

"I'm just so curious about why she wanted me to come to this thing and you said no," I continued, consumed by the desire to find out.

"It's rather complex," she sighed, before she said, "Let me just start at the beginning so you'll understand it all."

"Okay," I nodded, not expecting a story.

"Paul and I were in Atlanta for one of his business meetings and were staying the weekend to do some shopping. We ran into the Conleys at the hotel we were staying at. We were very surprised to see neighbors from down the block in the same hotel away from home and asked what they were doing in Atlanta. They invited us to the bar for drinks and after a few, Dan Conley told us what the deal was. They were what they termed "lifestylers", or swingers. There was a club that met at the hotel in Atlanta each month and took over two floors for their private party. It was a couple's swap party."

"R-r-really?" I stammered, the thought of someone as beautiful as Beth and Nita swinging instantly filling images in my head. Suddenly a thought popped into my head, 'Was the offer referred to the other day a swinger's party?' This, of course, led to other thoughts: 'Was there a swinger's club in our own town? Had Beth wanted me to come to her swinger's party!'

"We were quite shocked," Nita continued.

"I imagine you were," I nodded, trying to listen and be a part of the conversation, all the while my head was spinning with other thoughts.

"A bit embarrassed too, but they kept insisting on us being their guests and attending. We, of course, declined, and said it just wasn't us. They said the party didn't start until nine o'clock and to call them if we changed our mind. We left and went to dinner. All through dinner Paul kept talking about how it might be fun to just go and watch. I kept saying no but he wouldn't let it drop. Our marriage was already pretty stale at the time, and he accused me of being a prude and turning into a cold fish. Annoyed and wanting to prove to him I wasn't a 'cold fish', I snapped and agreed to go to only watch, with the one condition that as soon as I said it was time to leave, we would leave. He, of course, agreed."

"I'm guessing by your tone that you weren't really okay with it," I added, always good at reading people.

"I didn't want to go, especially with people there we knew, yet I was so pissed off at being called a prude that I wanted to prove him wrong," she explained.

"Makes sense," I nodded, "no one wants to be called such things." Ironically, most people assumed the reason their marriage ended was because she was a prude, although I sure hadn't felt that way since we've begun hanging out.

"It didn't really," she shrugged, "but it opened the door to everything else."

"How so?" I asked, the thought of Nita at a swinger's party making my cock hard. I found her incredibly beautiful and had considered many times trying to make a move on her. Yet, I just wasn't sure I was ready to move on.

"Let me continue the story," she said, "before I change my mind."

"Okay, okay, sorry," I said, dying to hear the rest.

"We went back to the hotel and called Beth and Dan. They were excited about introducing us to the "lifestyle" and she asked if I had something 'super sexy' to wear. Of course, I didn't, but she told us to come to their room as she always brought a few outfits with her so she could dress depending on her mood. Not surprisingly, all the outfits were slutty as hell and nothing I would ever wear. Yet, a couple more cocktails and some constant pressure from Beth and I ended up braless in a white blouse so sheer my nipples clear for all to see. I was also dressed in a plaid skirt that barely covered my butt cheeks and a thong that was as thin as dental floss that disappeared in my butt crack. Luckily, I couldn't wear her shoe size so I wasn't in the 5 inch platform porn star shoes, she wanted me to wear."

"It's hard to imagine you in that outfit, Nita. You're such a conservative dresser," I said, although I was completely envisioning the outfit she described.

"I know, when I looked in the mirror I looked like a slutty school girl," she continued, before adding, "but, truthfully, I felt sexy in it."

"I bet you looked hot," I added, my cock stiff.

"Oh, you like your ladies dressing up, do you?" She smiled teasingly.

I stammered, still finding it strange to be flirted with, "I-I-I don't know, Helen never wore or did such things."

"Good to know," she smiled with intent, yet another hint that she was willing and able if I ever decided to cross the 'friends' line. "Anyways, even though I looked really sexy, I was overshadowed by Beth's outfit, which was little more than a black body stocking with rhinestones which had Paul practically drooling and ignoring me completely."

"That's a shame," I said, knowing how insecure women could be.

"Well, it was anger that I believe led me to end up doing what I did," she continued.

"What did you do?" I asked, my cock begging for release from my shorts.

"You sure you want to hear this?" She asked. "I don't want you to change your opinion of me. I greatly value our friendship."

"I don't judge people on their past, Nita," I said, before adding, "trust me, I did some stupid shit when I was younger."

"You weren't always a perfect boy scout?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

I laughed, "I never even joined the Boy Scouts."

"A pity," she smiled, her tone dripping with flirtation, "Boy Scouts know a lot of ways to tie a knot."

My face flushed at the innuendo. I quipped, flirting back, "I think I'm still pretty good with my hands."

"Good to know," she nodded. "So anyway, we went to the party. There had to be over a hundred people there. A DJ was playing bump and grind music I'd never heard before and the dance floor was filled with gyrating couples bumping and groping each other. It was nothing like I'd imagined...not that I had ever imagined such a party before the moment I was at one."

"I imagined crazy porn music," I joked.

"You watch porn?" she questioned, teasingly.

"Just swinger porn," I quipped back.

She stood up, "I think I will need another drink to finish this story."

"I'll get you one," I offered, standing up.

She glanced down at my crotch, which couldn't hide my arousal, but didn't say anything, just smiled.

A couple of minutes later, we were back outside, drinks full, and she asked, "Ready for the rest of my tale of moral debauchery?"

"You have me on pins and needles," I replied.

She laughed before continuing. "Just about then someone thrust a drink into my hand. I took a sip and it tasted like straight vodka and a hint of olive juice. Beth disappeared into the dancing crowd with a man she seemed to know and Dan pulled Paul over to meet a tall busty redhead he obviously knew from a previous party. Dan walked back up to me just as I watched my husband being led to the dance floor by the redhead. Dan asked me to dance, but I said no, I wanted to sit down and just watch for a while as I glared at Paul who was oblivious to my seething anger."

"He left you alone?" I asked, appalled.

"He did," she said, shaking her head. "So I downed the rest of my drink only to have a young girl replace it with another. I chuckled that an orgy would have waitresses. Meanwhile, Dan wandered off in search of easier pickings. I was steaming and getting ready to go and grab Paul when I felt this presence and looked up to see this distinguished well-dressed man standing by the table. He asked if he could sit down and I said sure. He was in his 50s or maybe even 60s, very nice looking and had this sexy confidence and charm about him. I learned he was a doctor in Atlanta. He also informed me that his wife was much younger than he, and with a wild streak that he indulged one night a month at this party. He seemed to be content to just sit quietly in the lounge while she indulged in her antics. I don't know how many more drinks I had, maybe four or five, but I was getting pretty hammered. I finally suggested we dance to a slow song because I wanted to find Paul and wasn't sure I could walk on my own. I also wanted to make Paul jealous."

"How much time had transpired since Paul left you alone?" I asked.

"An hour, give or take," she shrugged.


1974: A Summer of Incestuous Love



"Wow," I said, "that is a lot of alcohol in such a short time."

"Like I said, I was pretty hammered," she repeated.

"And liquor sure does lower inhibitions," I said, recalling my college years.

"That it does," she smiled. "I should warn you the rest of the story gets pretty graphic."

"I think I'm old enough," I joked.

"You're going to think I'm a slut," she said, looking sincerely worried about what I thought of her.

I comforted, "We have all had sex before, including regrettable sex."

"That we have," she sighed heavily, before adding with a smile, "like my whole marriage."

"We learn from our mistakes," I said, all fortune cookie.

"So, I learned his name was Leland and he was a very good dancer. I was a bit unsteady on my feet and let him hold me up. He was rubbing my back and then gripped my butt with one hand. I couldn't help it. Maybe it was the booze, the setting, or the handsome man, but I was undeniably getting turned on. That nothing of a skirt rode up and his hand was on my bare ass squeezing and kneading. I was getting soaking wet in my nothing floss thong and my thighs were even getting wet. Then I felt his hard cock pressing my thigh. My head was spinning and I desperately needed to sit down. He led me back to a leather sofa in a dark corner of the lounge and sat down before pulling me to straddle his lap. One hand behind my neck pulled me to his lips and I felt the other unbuttoning my blouse. His tongue hungrily searched my mouth and I felt his fingers rolling my nipples. Electric shocks shot from my breasts to my pussy like they were wired together. Then his mouth engulfed my left breast and his tongue swirled around the nipple. Both his hands pulled at my bare ass as I was so horny I was grinding back and forth on his pant covered cock. He fumbled with something in his lap and then I felt his cock rubbing my thong covered pussy. Suddenly realizing I had gone too far, that I was about to cheat on my husband, I put both hands on his chest to push back and stop this craziness. Simultaneously, he reached down and pulled my thong to the side and lifted my ass up with the other hand. In one swift move I came down and was impaled on his cock, which was much longer, thicker than Paul's cock penetrating fully inside me. His cock was thick and long enough to take my breath away."

"Wow!" I said, in awe of the sexy story. "Where was Paul during this?"

"Fucking the redhead," she answered, her tone bitter.

"Did he stop?" I asked, wanting to hear more.

"No. I protested weakly, but he put a finger to my lips and reassuringly told me to relax. His cock inside me felt incredibly good, and his hands on my waist seemed so natural as he lifted me up and down on his cock. My moans increased as somehow he stimulated my clit, too, and soon I was losing it. I felt my orgasm beginning and it grew steadily with his big hands pulling my bare ass to and fro. Between the mixture of alcohol, and the likeliness that my husband was fucking some redhead he had just met, I just gave in and began riding Leland's big cock...deciding to prove I was no prude. I rode him with reckless abandon and soon I came harder than I ever had with Paul."

"I can't lie, Nita, that story was pretty hot," I admitted, this conversation way more personal than any of our past ones.

"At the time it was," she smiled.

"But you did enjoy it, didn't you?" I asked, the redness in her cheeks implying she did.

"Yes and no. I sure got caught up in the moment, but the guilt afterwards. I always believed sex was supposed to be with someone you loved. So the next day I felt awful. I felt like such a tramp, even though Paul had cheated too."

"So, you never went back to one of those parties again?" I asked, hoping she had.

"Well...no...sort of," she said, looking away.

"Which means?" I asked.

"About a month later, Beth calls and says they're having a little 'couple's party' on Saturday and that we were invited. I said we couldn't make it and then she said someone you know will be there; Leland and Brittany Carter from Atlanta were in town. Apparently he was speaking at a symposium at the Medical College and they were staying over for the weekend. She then added that Dan had already talked to Paul and Paul had agreed to come."

"So what happened?" I asked.

"After much discussion, we agreed to go. The party had spiced up our sex life the previous month and again Paul insisted and I gave in like I always did. Plus, truth be told, I wanted that big cock again."

"So size matters," I joked.

"It can," she smiled back.

"Good to know," I nodded, although I had been blessed in the size department.

"So Saturday came, and Paul got called to the store late that afternoon for some kind of problem that was causing the cash registers to malfunction. He didn't get it straightened out and back home until nearly nine o'clock. We dressed and went to the Conley's about 10:00. The party was going strong. I recognized a half dozen people and I was very surprised to see them there; they were equally surprised to see us but no one made a big deal of it. We were there about twenty minutes when I went into a sun room on the back of their house. There on a wicker love seat was Leland Carter sucking some twenty-something's tits and rocking her back and forth on his cock where only a month ago I was sitting doing the same thing. He didn't see me and I didn't speak, nor did I intend to. Strangely, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. That led to anger at being seduced by such a smooth fucking letch. I was ready to leave then when I walked into their kitchen to find my husband leaning back on a counter having his dick sucked by the same redhead he had met in Atlanta. Anger exploded through me as I felt I had been betrayed twice in a matter of seconds, which was irrational considering we were at a swinger's party. After inquiring who her husband was, I found out she was single and attended the parties alone. She came to Augusta at the last minute when she learned Paul would be there. Paul's pants were in the living room and I got our car keys and left. I went home, had three more drinks and went to bed. I had no idea what time he got home or who brought him, nor did I give a shit. That was the beginning of us deciding to split up. As far as I know he's with the redhead now in Atlanta. Haven't heard from him in a year now."

"Wow, I'm sorry, Nita," I said, seeing the hurt in her eyes.

"Do you think I'm a tramp, Bill?" She asked.

"Oh Nita," I smiled. "I am surprised, but I think most would succumb to their carnal desires given the chance to do so. I also have to tell you that I now see a very passionate sexy side of you that I wasn't sure was there."

"Oh really, you thought I was some frigid witch?" She asked, clearly used to being judged as such.

"Aw, c'mon now. I didn't say that. I just didn't see a sexy side. I thought you were more prim and staid which is exactly why I've kept our relationship so platonic."

"I'm not sure what to say to that," she said. "I thought it was because you were still grieving."

"It's a bunch of things, Nita," I said, "but I do find you to be a very great woman."

"That could be taken a lot of ways," she said, finishing her drink.

"I meant it in a sweet sincere way," I said.

"Okay," she said, clearly not sure where the conversation was going.

"Which brings up the question now about what Beth Conley was inviting you to at the club cookout," I said, even though the answer was now obvious.

"Just what you think. They are having a swing party and she wanted me to bring you. Seems some other women around here have their eyes on you," Nita said, with no tone at all.

"I'm not so sure about that. It might be that Dan Conley would like a shot at you after finding out about you and the doctor," I countered, although flattered that some women in town thought of me sexually.

"That could be too. He's a sleazy bastard for sure. I'm not so sure he'd stay with Beth if

she wanted to quit swapping," Nita said.

"What do you think their daughter knows about all this? I'm not so sure I like the idea of Julie hanging out over there," I said. Although I was flattered, I couldn't fathom a situation that ended with me going to such a party.

"I don't know, Bill. From what I understand, they tell Dot they're having out of town guests for the weekend and Dot stays at a friend's house so they can use her room. I'm sure they wouldn't involve her in their parties," Nita said, before adding with a hint of doubt, "I hope."

Before I could respond, the conversation having me aroused and intrigued, Julie walked outside and said, "Hey guys. Hope I didn't miss dinner. I'm starving!"

Realizing I should have started the steaks fifteen minutes ago, I stood up and said, "Nope, you're right on time, I was just about to start barbecuing steaks."

"Fabulous," Julie said, always over dramatic, before turning to Nita and saying, "Hey Nita, your hair looks super. Love the highlights. When did you get it done?"

"This morning and thanks, glad you like it. I'm very pleased at how it turned out. Were Dot's parents' home today, too?" Nita asked, while glancing at me.

"Her mom was there. I don't know where her dad was. And speaking of the Conley's, can I have Dot spend the night next Saturday, Daddy?"

"I guess so. Are her parents going away?" I inquired, although I was pretty sure I knew the purpose.

"No. They're having company from Atlanta for one of their parties," Julie answered.

I glanced at Nita at the Atlanta guest reference, before I asked, wanting to see what Julie knew, "Now what does 'their parties' mean? Is there something I should know?"

"Daddy, I shouldn't have said anything. I promised I wouldn't," Julie said. Looking uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Julie, I don't want to hear about promises you make that keep things from me. Now tell me what you're talking about ... and tell me everything," I demanded firmly.

"Daddy, the Conleys have been having these parties for a few years now and they always have Dot spend the night at a friend's house. Last winter she came home Sunday afternoon and was looking for some shoes she thought were under her bed and there was a rubber on the floor."

"A rubber?" I questioned.

"Yeah, like a condom, but used," she explained.

"I know what a condom is, Julie. Go on," I said, as Nita listened intently.

"Well, she got to wondering who could have been in her room using a rubber. She searched all around her room and found a Polaroid picture stuck between her headboard and the wall. It was a picture of Mrs. Burroughs and Nate the golf pro at the club. She was naked and giving Nate head."

"Julie, what on earth do you mean by 'giving Nate head'?" I asked, not liking the thought of my daughter using such terms.

"You know, Daddy, oral sex, a blow job," she continued, a slight smile on her face.

"Shit, since when does my daughter know about head, blow jobs and oral sex?" I questioned, living with the naive belief that my daughter was an innocent sweetheart.

"Good grief, Daddy, I'm almost nineteen years old. There isn't too much I don't know about," she revealed.

"And what are you doing with all that information, young lady?" I questioned, forgetting Nita was there.

"Nothing. I'm a virgin if that's what you're asking, but I do mess around some," she said, giving me way too much information.

Nita added, "Bill, she is in college, be thankful she isn't already pregnant."

"Nita!" I gasped.

"Just saying its 1974, the girls aren't waiting for marriage anymore," Nita pointed out.

Helen had been my first and I hers and thus still my only. So thinking of my daughter being promiscuous was awkward and not something I was ready for. Nor was I ready for this sex conversation with Nita here. I said, "We'll talk about that 'messing around some' later. Let's get back to Dot's discoveries."

Julie glanced at Nita with a knowing look before continuing, "Well, she got to thinking these parties were pretty wild, so she borrowed a video camera from Lisa Banks and hid it the living room bookcase with a three hour cassette tape in it."

"And?" I questioned, my cock again stiff as a rock.

"She watched it and then showed it to me and Lisa. It was like a sex party. There were couples everywhere having sex but the ones we recognized were not doing it with their wives. They were all having sex with other men and women," Julie explained, seeming to enjoy telling the story.

"Did she have anything to say about her parents having those parties?" I asked.

"Just that she thought it was pretty hot. I have to admit I got sorta turned on too. I mean, you can't watch stuff like that without getting a little turned on, don't you think?" Julie asked, shocking me yet again with her frank sex talk.

"Julie, this is a lot to take in right now and I'm not so sure I like the idea of you hanging out over there," I said.

"Dad, you can't let on that I told you. It would be all over town that I ratted Dot out and broke a promise. Tell me you won't do that," she pleaded.

"I'm not going to say anything. What they do in the privacy of their own home is their business. I don't like the idea of their daughter showing it to you, that's all," I said.

"Who's the prude now?" Nita teased.

"She was going crazy keeping it all to herself. She had to tell someone!" Julie explained.

"I guess," I sighed. Looking at Nita I asked, "What do you think, Nita? How should I handle this?"

"Ohh, don't get me in on this. This is for you and Julie to work out. Would you rather I left?" Nita said, always stressing she never had children because she wasn't the motherly type...but more the friend type.

"No, Nita, don't go. But I want to talk to Julie privately for a moment. Would you mind getting the salad together?" I said.

"Not at all. I think you two need to be alone for a while," Nita said, standing up and going into the house.

"Julie, we will have a discussion later about the Conley's and you're messing around," I said firmly.

Julie nodded, "We can talk, Daddy, but remember, I'm almost nineteen."

"How could I forget," I sighed again, the thought of my daughter having sex making my stomach turn.

We had a nice dinner, but Nita could sense my mind was elsewhere and we called it a night a lot earlier than usual.

Once Nita had left, I went to Julie's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Daddy," she called all sugary sweet like she did when she was trying to avoid trouble.

Going instantly on the offensive, I began, "Now, young lady, let's talk about this 'messing around' nonsense, and what you saw on the video."

"Dad, I didn't want to say anything but..." She said, with a dramatic pause.

"What?" I asked frustrated, wanting to stay on topic.

"I don't know how to tell you this," she continued, all ominous.

"What are you talking about? Don't know how to say what?" I asked, getting more perturbed.

"Nita was on the tape," Julie blurted out.

"Oh," I said, before asking, "Are you sure it was her?"

"Oh, very sure but she just walked through the room and seemed to be looking for something or someone. She was also the only person completely dressed. Then she left the room and never came back. Her husband was there for a long time with a few different women," Julie answered.

Apparently Nita's version of the party was accurate. I said, "Julie, I'll explain something I know another time when it's more appropriate, but what happened that night pretty much set the stage for Nita and Paul's breakup and divorce."

"So you're saying you knew about the Conley's swap parties all the time? Why did you

let me go through all that if you already knew?" Julie asked, surprised.

"First I just learned about them today when Nita told me about her one time there," I explained, wanting to be honest with her. I then explained, "I had to know what you knew about it. Don't you understand that?" I said, like the protective parent I was.

"I guess, but I still feel like you tricked me into telling you what I promised I wouldn't," she said, looking betrayed.

"Well Julie, don't make promises not to tell your dad things. That's a bad policy right from the start," I firmly said, as we have always had an honesty policy at home.

"Okay, so now what?" She asked.

"Now, I'm tired and need time to think," I said. "It's a lot to take in."

"What is?" She asked.

"Finding out the woman you may be interested in has been at swinging parties and learning my daughter messes around," I answered.

"Did I mention I'm nineteen?" She teased.

"I think you may have, and you're almost nineteen," I smirked, before adding, "Smart ass."

That night, I tossed and turned as I pondered all these new revelations and the implications.

 Chapter 2: Temptation

I was about to leave for work when my phone rang. It was Nita. I greeted, "Hey there, you're up early. What's up?"

"Bill, my brother is going to play in a pro-am golf tournament next weekend and will stay at the course hotel in Aiken but wanted to stop for a visit Sunday night before he goes back to Birmingham on Monday. Can you come for dinner Sunday, you, Julie and Billy?"

"I'll check with everyone's schedule and let you know this evening. Sounds nice. I'd like to meet your brother," I said, having heard a lot about him already.

"You'll like him. He's a great guy and we've always been very close even living so far apart," she said, before adding, "So let me know."

"Count on me even if the kids have other plans, okay?" I promised.

"Will do. See ya later," she agreed.

Although slightly awkward, with a sense that there was something just beneath the surface being ignored, life at my house went back to normal. Billy worked at the club swimming pool for the summer, while Julie worked at the golf course. I considered discussing what she defined messing around as, but decided she was about to be nineteen and I had to give her some freedom, whether I wanted to or not.

Since learning of Nita's swinging days, our flirtation had increased yet she was clearly waiting for me to make the first move. The problem was I couldn't seem to cross the invisible barrier between platonic and intimate without feeling a sense of guilt.

Finally, Sunday came and just Julie and I made it, as Billy was at the lake with friends on a houseboat for the weekend.

As soon as I met Mark, it was obvious he was related to Nita, they looked so similar they could have been twins. Nita took her maiden name back after the divorce and Mark was a successful commercial real estate broker in Birmingham developing office parks and shopping centers. He was three years her junior but they were both very attractive people, he towering at 6'4" over her petite 5'3".

Dinner was spectacular. Nita did a surf and turf with tenderloin filets and lobster tails, baked potatoes and Caesar salad with her amazing homemade dressing. It was a beautiful summer night and we ate by Nita's pool. The wine was perfect, and we all enjoyed each other's company. I was especially proud of my Julie for being such a mature young lady and offering some very intelligent conversation. We brought our swim suits, and Nita announced at 9 o'clock that it was time for a swim to help wash the wine away before we called it a night.

We splashed around for over an hour and I have to admit it was the first time I'd seen my daughter in swimwear in over a year because we didn't have a pool at home. I managed not to show my shock at seeing her in a tiny bikini that barely covered her ample breasts (even bigger than her mother's large breasts) which became damn near translucent when wet. Her nipples and pussy lips were obvious for anyone to see, but I knew any mention would bring down the wrath of the women on my puritanical attitude. She did look great but I wasn't used to seeing my daughter like that. As I spent a little too much time assessing my daughter's body, I realized just how much she looked like her mother at a similar age.




1974: A Summer of Incestuous Love



Nita, meanwhile, had an almost identical bikini in white that became just as sheer and transparent. I could almost make out the pores in her skin through the material. My cock was hard as a rock, thankfully hidden under my trunks, as I wrestled mentally over which of them was turning me on the most.

We eventually wrapped up pool time and it was time to go home. We dried and dressed, thanked our hosts and Julie and I headed home. We were half way there when I realized I had left my watch on the table by the pool before going in the water. Julie then exclaimed she'd done the same thing, so both our watches were left behind. Only a few minutes away, I turned around and we pulled into Nita's driveway less than twenty minutes after we had left. The house was already dark, so not wanting to wake them, we decided to walk around the house and through the gate to the pool area. We were both trying to be very quiet and carefully opened the gate. Both of us stopped when we heard sounds that were definitely sex.

Julie, being Julie, decided to keep going and I followed. As we reached the corner of the house and looked around we were frozen in place by the image before us.

Mark was naked on his back laying on a pool mat with Nita on top, also naked, riding his cock and fucking him furiously. We were unable to move, both watching in disbelief as Nita fucked her brother with careless abandon, as he rose to meet her downward strokes.

"That's it Nita, ride my cock," Mark groaned.

"I've missed your cock soooooo much," she moaned loudly, her orgasm obviously close.

"I can tell," he teased.

Seconds later, she froze and became rigid and let out a soft scream, "I'm comiiiiiing!!!!!!"

I pulled on Julie's arm and we slowly backed away and made our way back to the car. I even let it coast back to the street before starting it to avoid making a sound. We drove home without either of us saying a word.

We pulled into our drive and I turned the motor off.

Julie spoke first. "Now what?"

"Now what, what? What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what she meant, my head spinning with shock.

"Dad, we just watched Nita fucking her brother by her pool, that's what," Julie bluntly answered.

"'Fucking' is not a word I want to hear from you, young lady!" I scolded, although it seemed absurd after what we had just seen.

"Oh. Then what would you call it? Family intercourse? We just watched your girlfriend fucking her brother. I don't think that's something you can cover up with nice language but I'm sure you'll try," Julie said, annoyed that I was treating her like a child.

"Julie, don't be sarcastic. It doesn't wear well on you," I said, always hating her sarcasm. "We're both in a bit of shock from what we saw and I'm trying to understand how to make sense of it."

"Sorry, Dad, but you don't make sense of incest. You either condemn it or embrace it, but there's no middle ground I can see," Julie philosophised.

"And since when did you become a philosophical person about sexual attitudes? And what's with this 'embrace incest'?" I asked.

"What I'm saying is that incestuous activities aren't as rare as you might think, and you might need to be a little more open minded," she continued.

"Incest is common?" I questioned, flashing back to Julie in her bikini and her big tits bouncing around.

Julie continued, on a tirade for respect, "Plus, I'm nineteen. I'm already a legal adult and I know what's going on in the world, especially right where we live."

I apologized, "Sorry sweetheart, I know you're an adult, but this Nita and Mark thing and now your declaration that incest is more prevalent than I think has me a bit dumbfounded. I can't wrap my head around all this. Tonight is the first time I've run into it in my life."

Julie listed her experience with incest in our community, "Ok, I go to college with a girl who has oral sex with her older brother. He's a senior and they play around several times a week. Dot has been having sex with Brian, her older brother, for a year. Her parents don't know, but she doubts they'd care."

"Dot is not a good influence on you," was all I could muster with this new shocking evidence.

Continuing her litany of shocking statements that may very well give me a heart attack, she added, "Dot is not the problem, and I hate to stress you out Daddy, but although I've never had sex, like intercourse fucking, I've had oral sex, both giving and receiving, and I really, really love it. I've also done a bunch of hand jobs for eager dates who just love getting off. So there."

I don't know how long I sat in the car with my heart pounding and my chest heaving trying to take in that my daughter was giving blow jobs, getting her pussy eaten and jerking off her dates. Where did the years go from her total innocence to this point? I must have been oblivious to my children growing up. Oh, how I needed Helen more than ever at this moment.

Nothing I did next makes much sense, but then nothing I'd just heard was making sense in my world of right and wrong either. We walked in the house and into the kitchen. I asked her, "Are you hungry?"

"No, but if you'll allow me, I'd love a glass of wine," she replied.

"Why not? We seem to have just made a quantum leap in communication and understanding to this point. Yeah, a glass of wine might be nice and we can talk," I agreed, thinking I could use a glass, or maybe a whole bottle to calm my nerves.

"We do need to talk, Dad. We've got some catching up to do. You haven't been paying attention the last few years with what's going on with me. I'm growing up. I've got hormones, big boobs, a cute butt and sexual desires. I can't go back to being a little girl. I'm an adult woman right now, whether you want to see me that way or not."

She was right. In front of me was a fully developed, very mature and extremely beautiful young woman. After a pause, deciding to talk to her like an adult, even though I wasn't sure I wanted to hear her answer, "So you're telling me that you've given and received oral sex, manual sex and what else?"

"That's pretty much it. I've let a few boys I really like finger me and that felt really good. None of them are good at giving oral, except Jack. He was really good at it," she said, rather matter-of-factly.

"Who the hell is Jack? Is he in your school?" I asked, both mortified that she was so sexually active, yet equally thankful that somehow she was a virgin.

"Forget about that. I shouldn't have said anything about him," she said, realizing she had said too much.

"Why, do you go to school with him?" I repeated, always asking the question I really didn't want the answer to.

"Daddy, he's not in school. He's twenty-six," she admitted.

"Shit, you're letting some twenty-six year old bastard give you oral sex? I'll kill that bastard!" I roared.

"Stop it. It was months ago at a party and he doesn't live here. It was just a passing thing and he's gone. Won't be back," she said, again as if it was no big deal.

"Good," I said firmly.

"And besides, nothing we did was illegal, whether you like it or not," she pointed out.

"Well, at least you're still a virgin," I said, thankful to have that.

"You can thank Mommy for that," Julie said.

"Why?" I asked, suddenly softening at the mention of Helen.

"Because she made me promise a couple of things the last time I saw her," she revealed.

That was so like Helen. Even on her deathbed she was parenting, watching out for me and our children. "What did she make you promise?" I asked, curiously.

To stay home for college to watch over you," she answered.

"Is that why you didn't go to California?" I asked, her strange decision to not go to Berkeley, her dream school since she was fourteen, rather surprising at the time.

"Yes," she admitted.

I felt bad. I had prevented one of her dreams. "Honey," I said, pulling her into a hug, "I didn't want you to not follow your dreams."

"Oh, Daddy," she said softly, "I'm just doing the first two years here and then transferring."

"Oh, O-o-okay," I stammered, suddenly realizing I only had one year left with her at home then.

"Although, that is a long time away," Julie added, trying to soften the blow.

"What else did you promise?" I asked.

"To not lose my virginity until I was sure and with someone I loved unconditionally," she answered.

"That's a great theory," I nodded, adding, "both your mother and I have only been with each other."

"That's so old school," Julie teased.

"Well, I'm definitely old school," I agreed. After refilling each of our wine glasses, I asked, "So, anything else to tell me? Although I'm scared to know what else could be left."

"There is one more thing," she added, although I could tell in her tone and eyes she was nervous to tell me.

"It's okay," I said, "you're an adult, as you keep reminding me, and you need to be comfortable telling me anything, since your Mom isn't here to listen."

"I've been giving Billy hand jobs," she quickly spat out, which caused me to spit out the wine I was drinking.

"Holy Shit. What's happening to this family? Are we all going insane?" I babbled, this compounding the other shocks of the day.

"No. We're not crazy, we're trying to help each other because we love each other," Julie explained as if giving her brother hand jobs was a normal, caring family thing.

"That's, well, that's," I babbled, not able to get a complete sentence out.

"Okay, okay, just hear me out," Julie said, trying to defend her actions. "Billy's a really sensitive guy and he loves girls but he's having some, well, how do I say it, I guess you'd say 'sexual problems."

"What kind of sexual problems?" I asked, worried about my son's manhood.

"Billy's having premature ejaculation problems, Dad. He's cumming in his pants when he's making out with dates. It's embarrassing him so badly he's scared to even kiss a girl," Julie revealed, yet another bombshell on the sexual battlefield.

"I still don't see what that has to do with what you're doing," I countered.

"Dad, he gets really excited if he's making out and cums in his pants. Then he panics. He doesn't want her to see his wet pants so he finds an excuse to run away. The girls get all pissed because they think he doesn't like what they did so they don't want to date him again. He's getting a bad rep in school. I told him to jerk off before his dates and he said he did, but it wasn't helping much. So I asked him why he didn't jerk off twice and he said he couldn't do it right away. When I asked him why, he said he couldn't come a second time right away when he jerked it," Julie continued.

"I'm still not getting this," I said, the two not connecting in my head.

"I volunteered to help," Julie said, again matter-of-factly.

"You volunteered to do what?" I asked, although the answer was obvious.

"Get him off. Like I do lots of my dates. Daddy, I don't want them to screw me but they get all worked up and their balls get all swollen and hurt. It's easy to jerk them off and they're so happy to cum and my virginity stays intact. Some of them I really like I'll let touch me and I can cum too if they rub me just right. What's wrong with that? I'm still a virgin and having fun, too. I've always gotten the guys to come, so I told Billy I could probably help him get off before he went out. I did, and so far he says it's working. He's happier and I'm happy to be able to help him. Now what is wrong with that?" She explained, again making incest sound like a sweet thing to do.

I have to admit that one stumped me for a bit. My daughter was preserving her virginity by giving hand jobs and getting off herself by letting a few of them finger her a little. Sounded like a logical solution to a problem that's been getting young girls pregnant for years. And, her brother was having a better social life because she was helping him through a difficult time, one I remember only too well when I was much younger. Still, I felt obligated to tell her it was wrong, just plain wrong. Incest is still incest.

"Julie, don't ask me to condone what you're doing, but I'll give you credit for preserving your virginity in a novel and effective way. But what you're doing with your brother is wrong, plain and simple. You just don't have any kind of sex with a member of your family...period," I said firmly, even as Nita riding Mark popped into my head.

"You mean like Nita and Mark?" She countered, reading my mind.

"Yes, I mean no...I mean...dammit, you know what I mean. It's just wrong," I said, like parents do when they have no good reasoning for an answer they have given.

"So why did it look like they were loving it and enjoying each other so much?" She asked, yet another question I had no answer to.

"I can't answer that. I don't know how they came to be like that. I just don't know," I responded.

"Daddy, will you still see Nita? Will you tell her what you saw?" She asked.

"I can't answer either question, sweetheart. I just don't know. I'm very confused about it all," I replied sincerely. My whole world turned upside down in a couple of hours. Both women closest to me where committing different acts of incest and now I was being asked my opinion on an issue I had never once considered in any real sense.

"You'd better decide. She'll be calling you soon and you need to know what you're going to say," Julie pointed out logically.

"You're right. I need to think this through and decide what I'm going to do. Right now, I just don't know," I said, nothing making any sense anymore.

"You haven't been to bed with her, have you Daddy?" She asked.

"That's a very private question, Julie. Why do you ask?" I said, speaking to her as an adult and not my child.

"It's been a long time since Mom died and you've been alone. It must be very hard for you to be without a woman. I saw you at the pool at Nita's. You were super turned on. You were hard as a rock and tenting your swim suit. But we left and I know you won't get any relief unless you take care of it yourself. That's just not right, Daddy. You should have someone who takes care of your needs," Julie continued, genuine concern expressed in her face. If she wasn't my daughter I would have thought she was offering to help me with my erection.

"Julie, that's not something for you to concern yourself with. When I meet someone I want to be with, those kinds of things will come naturally," I said, embarrassed that she had seen my erection in my trunks.

"But when, Daddy. What about now? Aren't you hurting?" She asked.

"Not really. I'll be okay, darling," I said, although I probably would jerk off once alone.

"So why won't your let someone help you, someone who really loves you?" She asked.

"What are you talking about, Julie?" I asked, although I was beginning to sense where she was going with her line of questioning. I stood up to get ready to end this conversation before it got out of hand like everything else today.

"I'm talking about letting me help you," she said, standing up too.

"Out of the question, missy. No way. Now go to bed and stop thinking things like that," I scolded, even as my cock began to grow against my will.

"Daddy, if I just touched you, just held you in my hand, would it be all that bad? I would love to do that if you'd let me," she continued the seductive assault, standing now directly in front of me.

"Yes, it would be all bad. It's not something we can do. No way. Not going to happen," I firmly responded, even as Nita riding Mark popped into my head again, but they were siblings which somehow made it less wrong than a father-daughter situation.

"Then why is your cock getting hard, Daddy? I can see it in your shorts and it's getting bigger and bigger," she smiled, glancing down at my tent.

"Stop it. It's just this talk is somehow getting me aroused," I explained, since I had no real logical response for my massive erection.

"Please, let me touch it. Let me at least look at it," Julie continued, not giving up.

"No. Now stop it. This is wrong, all wrong," I resisted, even though my cock begged for attention.

"But, Daddy, I can see the outline of it in your shorts and it's growing, getting bigger. Let me see," she said, as she reached out and touched my cock through my shorts. Her touch was electric. I almost couldn't catch my breath. I reached down to remove her hand but she had a solid grip on my cock through my shorts and my hand felt paralyzed. I could touch her hand, but I was unable to move it away. Subconsciously, I didn't want to. Then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I love you Daddy, let me show you how much."

Her smell was intoxicating. Her large breasts pressed to my chest and I felt her breath on my neck. She was gripping my cock in her small hand and I closed my eyes, unable to move or speak. I knew I should tell her to stop, yet instead, as she nibbled on my ear, her hands unbuttoned my shorts and soon my fully erect cock was in her hand. Her soft stroking was like velvet on my skin. Her soft kisses on my neck, her hand on my cock and her scent drove me crazy. At the moment she wasn't my daughter, but a vessel to pleasure I had forgotten existed. Without even realizing it, I started to thrust up into her hand.

I closed my eyes and just let the pleasure overwhelm me, as she kissed my neck. I tried to hold back from coming, the pleasure so amazing that I didn't want this to ever end.

A moment later, I was shocked again, as I felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth on my mushroom top, my balls instantly boiled and I groaned, "Oh, God."

She bobbed on my cock and in less than twenty seconds I warned, "I'm going to come."

She continued pumping my cock as she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth and seconds later stream after stream of semen hit all over her face, hair and blouse.

Guilt hit instantly. What had I done? I was surely going to hell. I had cum all over my daughter as she sucked me and I knew then and there I was the worst parent on planet earth. I looked down at my daughter and stammered, "W-w-what have we done?"

She smiled up at me, simultaneously licking a little cum off the head of my cock, "Just creating family memories."

"So wrong," I mumbled, even as my cock continued to flinch.

Less guilt ridden, my daughter looked up at me with cum all over her and repeated, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too," I replied, before adding, "I can't believe I just let you do that."

"You didn't let me," she smiled, taking my cock back in her mouth.

I pulled my cock back out and said, "No more," as if I could put the rabbit back in the hat.

She shrugged and quipped, "It's okay, I need a shower," as she scooped some of my cum off her blouse and put it in her mouth.

It was the naughtiest thing I had ever seen.

"Good night, Daddy," she smiled, kissing me on the lips, giving my cock one last firm squeeze and leaving me alone.

I lay awake for a few hours before succumbing to sleep but vowed to do some form of penance in the morning for my misdeeds...although I wasn't sure what I could possibly do to get forgiveness for my wicked sin.

All that went to hell when I awoke the next morning to the feeling of my cock being sucked. It was 7am on a Monday and the sheets were moving up and down over my crotch. I had never been woken up in such a way and although it felt amazing, I lifted my sheets to see, as expected, that Julie was the one sucking my dick.

"Good morning, Daddy," she chirped cheerfully, like she was serving me orange juice, like she often did in the morning, before returning to sucking me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing under there?" I asked, trying to return to the father-daughter relationship.

"Sucking you off, Daddy, don't you like?" She asked, so literal.

"Not the point. This cannot go on," I protested, even though her mouth and hands on my cock felt amazing.




1974: A Summer of Incestuous Love



"Why not?" She asked.

Another stumper I couldn't answer, besides the obvious moral issue which she obviously wasn't concerned with. What reason do you give to a woman who's sucking your cock why she should stop, regardless of blood relation? "It's wrong, Julie. We can't keep doing this," I repeated, not really answering the question.

"Why not?" She repeated.

"Because it's wrong." I repeated.

"Do you feel that it's wrong?" She asked, her hand continuing to stroke my cock.

"That's not the point, it's illegal and it's wrong," I pointed out, knowing she was very good at seeing through me.

"If it's so wrong, why does it feel so good? And why do I feel like I'm loving the people I care for most?" She asked.

"I don't know," I answered, even though her sincerity and logic were hard to argue. She loved me and wanted me to be happy and thus was giving herself to me mind, body and soul. It was flattering, heartwarming and yet still morally wrong.

"It's just that I love you and Billy with all my heart and you're the most important people in my life. Why can't you tell me why pleasuring you and making you feel good is wrong? I love sex, Daddy. I love everything about it. I love making guys feel good and love them making me feel good even more. Most of all, I love you so much and want to make you feel good more than anything. That makes sense to me," she continued, before adding, "Especially since you don't have Mommy anymore to do that for you."

Hearing her refer to Helen only confused me more. What would Helen think of all this? Would she approve? I didn't think so, yet I didn't think any of this would happen. I pointed out, trying to use logic over feeling, "Julie, listen to me. Incest is both morally wrong and illegal whether you're of legal age or not. Can't you understand that?"

"Daddy, what I understand is the genie is out of the bottle and we can't put it back inside. Can you forget how your cock feels when I suck it? Can you look at me and not remember that? Can you honestly tell me you didn't like it? The facial expressions you gave me tell me you did," she continued, again pointing out facts I couldn't deny. When I didn't respond, she asked frustrated, "Well?"

I sat there staring at the ceiling. I couldn't answer her. I had no answers. She was right, and worse, she knew it.

"I don't have the answer, Julie. Maybe you're right. But that doesn't mean we can continue this. It has to stop and stop for good," I repeated, knowing that as her father I had to resist such temptations. In many ways she was Eve and I Adam...although in theory I had already taken a pretty big bite out of the apple, and was seriously tempted to eat it to the core.

She sat up, ran her fingers through her hair and started walking to the door, only in a flimsy nightie that didn't really hide her tits, and said, "Fine, if you think you can be that way. But remember, I'm willing and able. I'll take care of you if you'll let me, and I'm going to continue to tempt you, but you can choose to stop me if you wish, although I know you want me Daddy, just like I want you."

Her words filled me with lust, yet I ignored my raging hard-on and said, "It's for the best, sweetheart."

She shrugged, "I think you're being foolish but you do as you wish. Remember that old Bogart movie we watched last month?"

"Yes," I nodded, my all-time favourite movie.

Looking as seductive and sexy as ever, she sultry said, replicating Lauren Bacall in 'To Have and Have Not', "If you decide you want me, just whistle. You do know how to whistle, don't you, Daddy?"

She gave me a saucy wink, spun around and left. There I sat in my bed feeling like a rotten parent, a lousy friend, a jerk, an asshole and horny as hell. She had me by the balls and she knew it. It was a side of my daughter I didn't know existed, but should have suspected. She was a headstrong child that grew up to be a headstrong teenager and now I had an even more headstrong woman in my house determined to have her way and the men of the house were helpless to resist her beauty.

My cock dying for release had me questioning my moral high ground. Should I just say "fuck it" and shove my dick in her mouth like she wanted? What the hell do I care about the morality of it all? It's not like everyone was going to look at me funny in church...the one I never attended. I loved Julie and Julie loves me. My sole argument would be that she wasn't mature enough to make that kind of decision, but that just got blown out the window. Who was taken advantage of whom? I can pretend I'm resisting her offer but she knows that's all it is...a pretense. Shit....

Nita called me at work to say she'd found our watches on her patio table and offered to bring them to the club after work where we usually met for drinks. I agreed, still not sure how I was going to deal with her incest situation (although having committed incest myself I really couldn't question her as much...not to mention all day at work I couldn't get the image of my cock in Julie's mouth out of my head). I arrived a few minutes late and she was already at a table by the bar. "Hi. Sorry I'm late," I greeted.

"Hi. I just got here myself. I ordered for you if that's ok. How was your day?" She asked, oblivious to the knowledge I now had of her incestuous relationship with her brother.

"Good. Sorry about leaving our watches on the table. I was hoping you'd find them," I replied, still unsure if I was going to bring up what Julie and I had seen last night.

"I saw them when we were cleaning up outside, so I brought them inside so they didn't stay out overnight in the dampness," she said.

"Did Mark get away early this morning?" I asked, somehow, thinking saying Mark would have her freely reveal she fucked him last night. Part of me was jealous of Mark, although we were not officially dating, I considered her my unofficial girlfriend and had hoped to have sex with her soon.

"Oh yes. He woke me at six to say he was leaving. He was already dressed and had packed his car. I offered to make him some breakfast but he said he needed to get going, he wanted to be home by ten. Did you realize you both left your watches when you got home?" She asked, which seemed like the perfect segue to tell her the truth.

"Actually, Nita, we noticed before we got home," I admitted. After a pause, I continued, "I have something to tell you, we actually turned around and went back."

Nita went pale and you could hear her sucking in a deep breath as her mind raced through what likely happened. She didn't say a word.

"The house was dark when we drove up and I didn't want to wake anyone if you were already in bed, so we walked around the side to the back," I continued.

Her head dropped and she stared at her hands on the table. The silence was deafening. Then she whispered, almost inaudibly, "I was eighteen."

"What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," I said.

"I said I was eighteen. Ohh God, why did you have to find out? I was trying to have an honest real relationship with you. A new start," she said, clearly mortified and upset.

"It's okay," I began, but she continued talking.

"That was so careless of me, and outside no less. I'm so very sorry, really I am. Was Julie with you, too?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Oh my God. I'll never be able to face that child again. I'm so ashamed," she continued, as she downed her drink.

"Trust me, Julie was not mortified by what she saw," I said with a slight smile recalling last night's conversation, trying to comfort her.

"Really?" She asked, surprised.

"She thought it was hot," I continued.

"And you?" She asked, looking desperately for a hint I wasn't disgusted by her.

"I had mixed feelings," I admitted. "Shock at first, then jealousy as I was wishing I was the one on the bottom and undeniably it got me excited."

"You don't find it morally wrong?" She asked.

"I did at first and am still not completely sure what I think," I said, which was true, "but Julie pointed out that incest is much more common than I would believe."

"I don't know about that," she shrugged, "but Mark and I started long ago, when I was just a few months younger than Julie."

"Tell me the story," I requested, curious as hell as I tried to justify my own act of incest.

"God, last week you learned I was a swinger and now this, you must think I'm a deviant slut," she said.

"I think you're beautiful," I answered, which was true. "Growingly complex, but beautiful."

She blushed, "That's the first time you have given me such a compliment."

"The first of many," I smiled, as the waitress arrived and we ordered more drinks. "So tell me the story."

"I had just turned 18 and was at a party at the lake. Some of the kids' older brothers had gotten some booze and beer and a bunch of us were drinking. I had a beer or two then someone gave me a drink of punch. It was good, but I didn't know it was laced with vodka. I got pretty tipsy. Then we all went skinny dipping. I was getting more and more unsteady on my feet and went to lie down on my blanket. I think I went to sleep or passed out, whatever, but I woke up to this guy on top of me. He had some sun tan oil

and shoved his finger in my pussy. I tried to roll away and get up and he pushed my face down on the blanket. Next thing I knew he shoved his dick in me from behind and was fucking me. It lasted all of maybe 10 seconds and he came on my back, laughed, got up and walked off. I just lay there crying, my pussy hurt and the blanket had blood on it," she said.

"I'm so sorry," I said, "no one deserves that."

"I know," she sighed. "Anyway, a girlfriend saw me and offered to drive me home. I ran in my house and straight up to my room. Mark was the only one home and he saw me come in and was knocking on my door wanting to know what was wrong. I kept telling him to go away but he wouldn't leave. He finally said he'd break the door in so I opened it. I fell into his arms crying. At first I didn't want him to know what had happened but he wouldn't stop asking or leave. I finally told him. He was furious and kept asking who it was. I wouldn't tell him and never have because I was afraid he'd hurt him or worse and end up in jail.

Mark held me close and just let me cry it out. He was so kind, so loving and so protective of me. Then I looked up at him and he was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he said he'd always protected me and never let anything bad happen to me and now he had let me down. He said he had failed me. Bill, that was breaking my heart. We just lay there holding each other. My dad was a bad drunk and could be abusive to me and my mom, but Mark was too big and he stayed away from Mark. Mark protected me and Mom. A year before, my father was driving drunk and drove into a bridge abutment the year before and was killed. Mark was all we had left," she continued, sharing more with me in this story than in the past six month combined.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, her past explaining a lot of her present aloofness and maybe her excessive drinking.

"I told him how much I loved him and always would. That he was my protector. And then I told him something I never thought I could. That I had always fantasized that I would lose my virginity to him because I never loved any man like I loved him. I kissed his forehead and his cheek. Then it seemed our lips were touching. Before long we were both undressed. I begged him, Bill. I asked him to make the afternoon go away. To be my first, to make love to me. Make me forget what happened and just remember him. He kissed me deeply and I almost cried with joy when I felt him enter me. It was like he was pushing my rapist out and replacing him with his own body. I felt some sort of redemption or rebirth, if you will. Does any of this make any sense, Bill?" She asked, after explaining how her sexual relationship with her brother began.

"Nita, considering what's gone on in the last twenty-four hours, it makes as much sense as anything," I said.

"I don't understand," she said confused.

"I know. There's too much to tell right now. I need to get dinner for the kids. Let's plan on Saturday, my house, okay?" I suggested, "We have a lot to talk about."

"Okay, so you're not angry with me?" She asked nervously.

"No, not angry. But how long has this continued with you and Mark?" I asked, trying to get a complete picture.

"We were sexually active for the next year until Mark went to Florida State. I dated this guy my senior year and after six months we were having sex. Mark met Lydia his first year at FSU and they got married right after graduation. Then I met and married Paul. We hadn't been together sexually since. So, before yesterday, it had been 18 years."

"Wow! So it was a sort of reunion thing?" I joked.

"I don't know what it was, Bill," she answered. "But with the divorce and you never making a move, well, I wasn't feeling overly attractive and I wanted to feel loved again."

I joked, "So I pushed you to incest."

"Smart ass," she said, slapping me. "I had had a few more drinks. Next thing I knew he dared me to skinny dip and we were naked in the pool. A few kisses were all it took and we were all over each other. But I guess you saw that, huh?"

"Yeah...we saw. It was pretty hot," I admitted again.

"Oh yes, it was. Bill, it could be that way with us. That is, if that was what you want," she flirted.

"I would never say no, that's for sure," I responded, visualizing her riding me.

"But you've never made a move or even asked or hinted," she pointed out.

"I know. I've been trying to take a little time after Helen's death. I'm lonely, but I didn't want the kids to feel that her loss wasn't important or that I just wanted to hop in the sack with someone new," I explained.

"We could have been discreet at my house," she pointed out.

"I know. I just didn't want to start something and then have to hide it," I said, although the truth was I wasn't sure I was ready to move on.

"You're a complicated guy, Bill, but I'll stick with you for now and try to figure you out." And with a big smile and quick kiss she was clicking across the marble floor of the club, those beautiful hips popping from side to side like a sports car suspension. Life was definitely getting more complicated by the day but it also held promise of some serious fun in the immediate future. I was on the verge of surrendering my life to the women closest to me and seeing what would happen next.

Chapter 3: Eavesdropping

A couple days later, Julie relatively behaving with Billy home, although her attire was much more revealing, I came home early from work, and was walking towards my bedroom when I heard my kids talking in Billy's room.

"Stop it. Okay, so I'm horny. What's new? I get horny every day and I bet you do, too," Billy said.

"I do, but not every day, well not as much as you, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. It's about Dad and Nita," Julie said, I was instantly became curious what she was going to say.

"What about them? They're not breaking up are they?" Billy asked.

"No, although I'm not sure they are actually dating officially, but I just want to fill you in on some recent goings on since you've been off with friends and sleepovers," Julie said.

I listened as Julie recounted the events at Nita's house and our return to get our watches, my cock undeniably hard as I replayed the events in my head. I should have stopped her story, worried she may reveal our little encounter, yet I just listened.

"Holy Shit! I'll bet that was one really hot sight," Billy said, clearly turned on himself.

"Oh yeah, it was. They were fucking their brains out. Both of them are really hot looking and I was instantly wet from seeing them," Julie said, excited herself.

"Damn, wish I'd been there. Nita has a smoking body anyway. I'd love to see her tits and ass," Billy said, talking about my kind-of girlfriend.

"She looks damn fine, no doubt about that. Do you think she looks better than me?" Julie asked, suddenly sounding insecure. I peeked into the room, the door slightly ajar, to see Julie making a pouty look and squeezing her voluptuous tits together.

Billy's eyed were big as she continued, "You think my tits look as good as Nita's?"

"You've got great tits, sis. I didn't say hers were better, just hot," Billy replied, staring at her tits through her t-shirt.

"Okay, I'll accept that, but now you're all hard. What are you going to do about that?" Julie asked, playfully.

"Why don't you help me out?" Billy suggested.

"I can do that. And I have something to tell you while I do it, but you have to promise me something," Julie said.

"What?" He asked.

"I want you to do something new for me first, I want you to lick my pussy," Julie answered.

"I'll try. I've never done it. I might not do it right. Can't I just finger you?" Billy asked, not wanting to disappoint.

"You need to learn. I'll tell you what feels good and what doesn't," Julie replied.

"Okay," he nodded.

"Get those shorts off before you punch a hole in them and lay down on the bed," Julie ordered, clearly the one usually in charge.

Julie got naked too and crawled onto the bed with Billy.

I noticed his cock was almost a replica of mine, about 8 inches long and with good girth.

Julie began by just stroking his cock, like she had mine. Billy let out a soft groan. After a couple of minutes of just giving him a hand job, she said, "Billy, I'm going to swing my legs over you and put my pussy in your face."

My mouth dropped as I watched my two children in a sixty-nine. Again, a good parent would have stopped them right then and there, but I had already proved I wasn't a morally upright parent when I let Julie give me a hand job and then a brief blow job.

Julie, taking control like she usually did, ordered, "I want you to just use the tip of your tongue right now, just move it up and down my slit."

"Okay, how is that?" Billy asked, a moment later.

"Ohhh, yesssss, very good. Keep doing that. And lick all the way to the front, where my clit is, not just the back," she instructed.

"Am I doing good?" Billy asked.

"Oh yeah, it feels great. Do I taste good? Do you like it?" Julie asked, her breathing increasing.

"Oh yeah, I love it. I love the taste of your pussy. Not like anything else in the world, is it?" Billy answered, clearly immersed in the pussy pleasing he was doing.

"Nope, sort of like cum. It has a taste all its own. And I bet every pussy tastes a little different. I know different guys' cum tastes different," Julie observed, which made me wonder how many different guys my beautiful daughter had tasted.

"Do you like the taste of my cum?" Billy asked.

"I do...I like it very much," Julie admitted, "it has an addictive taste."

"Good, cause it won't be much longer," he warned.

"Don't you come before me," Julie threatened, taking her mouth off his cock.

"Can you come soon?" a very horny Billy asked.

"I can if you do something for me," Julie said.

"Anything," he replied.

"Can you lick my ass too?" Julie asked.

"Really? You mean your butt hole?" Billy asked, as surprised as I was.

"Will you?" She asked, clearly wanting him to.

"I guess. Does that feel real good too?" Billy asked tentatively.

"God yes," she replied, as Billy's tongue began licking her ass.

After a minute, she ordered, her breathing increasing, "Rub my butt hole with your thumb and suck on my clit... see if you can suck and tongue it at the same time."

I couldn't get a completely clear view of what Billy was doing, but it seemed to work as Julie deep throated his cock and bobbed like a hungry slut.

A few minutes later, Julie stopped sucking, and moaned loudly, "Ohhhh Goddd, now, Billy. Shove your thumb in my ass while you suck my clit!"




1974: A Summer of Incestuous Love



As she furiously pumped on his cock, she screamed "I'm coming" just as Billy's cum rocketed in the air. Julie took his still coming cock in her mouth, even as she trembled, and eagerly swallowed the rest of his cum. The scene was undeniably hot as my own cock seemed ready to burst.

She rolled beside him and said, her breathing still erratic, "That was spectacular, bro. Really good for a first time. I came super hard."

"Me too. Did you really like my thumb in your ass? It didn't hurt?" Billy asked.

"No, it felt really good. I've never had anyone do that but I liked it. Would you like me to stick something in your butt for you?" Julie teased.

"Oh, hell no! Stay away from my butt." Billy adamantly clarified.

They both laughed and lay there before Billy asked, "So you said you had something to tell me. What is it?"

"I gave Dad a blow job. I sucked him off...twice. Well, almost twice. He stopped me the second time but I have a feeling he'll let me do it next time," Julie revealed, as I had worried she might when I began eavesdropping.

"Wow, when did that happen?" Billy asked, eyes wide.

"A couple days ago, after we came home from Nita's. After we saw them together," she continued.

"So it got you both turned on?" Billy assumed correctly.

"We talked about it...and incest. Dad was getting a hard on, I could see it. I asked him why he wouldn't let me help him with it, like I do with you," Julie explained so casually.

"Wow! So he just whipped his dick out for you?" Billy questioned.

"Oh no! He protested and kept ranting about how wrong it was, but I touched it through his shorts and he just froze. I pulled it out and stroked it. Billy, it looks just like yours, really pretty. Anyway, his eyes were closed and he was breathing hard when I took it in my mouth. Billy, swear to God, it wasn't ten seconds and he started cumming and cumming. Never saw so much cum. Like it just wouldn't stop. I bet it was the first time he's cum in over a few year, but it shot in my mouth, on my face, then in my hair and all over my blouse. I was covered in his cum and it was tasty, too," Julie explained, which made me want to cum all over her again.

"Wow! That's so crazy and hot," Billy acknowledged, which, when she described it so vividly, it was.

"It was hot and I got off so hard when I got into the bathroom. I rubbed my pussy and licked his cum off my fingers and just exploded," Julie continued, telling him information I didn't know.

"You're really going to do it again, aren't you?" Billy asked.

"I want to. I loved sucking him. I love the idea of pleasing him, but I can't help it, I just love sucking big cocks like yours and Dad's," Julie revealed what I had already assumed.

"Do you think he'll get you off, like lick you or finger you?" Billy questioned, thoughts that were already bouncing around my head, "or even fuck you?"

"I don't know. He thinks he's a rotten parent right now. I've got to figure out how to get him over that. We need to get past that crap and do what comes naturally, at least naturally for me, which is pleasing the two men in my life," Julie finished.

"Well, I'm always a willing and able participant," Billy smiled.

Changing topics suddenly without any transition like only a woman can do, she said, "I'm hungry. Want me to make us some sandwiches?"

"That would be great. I'll be down in a minute. I'm going to grab a shower. Julie, do you think Dad has screwed Nita?" Billy asked.

"I don't think so. I might be wrong, but I don't think he has," she answered correctly.

"Well, after seeing her fucking her brother do you think he will now?" Billy continued, having my children talk about my sex life, or lack of it, surreal.

"He's got to be thinking about it. I'm sure it's a game changer for their relationship. That is if he keeps seeing her. I just don't know," she shrugged.

"Hell, I'd screw her. She's hot and now I think she's even hotter," Billy surmised.

"Billy, get that thought out of your head. Nita's not going to fuck you, so don't plan on losing your cherry to her," Julie scolded.

"Am I going to lose my cherry to you, Julie?" Billy quickly retorted, obviously very comfortable around his sister.

"Not sure about that either. Just be happy with things like they are for now, okay?" she answered, clearly unsure and not ready for that step.

"Okay, I'm very happy with things as they are," he wisely replied.

I quickly scurried away and out of the house as Julie stood up. Back outside, my cock ready to erupt, I wondered what advice Helen would give in this situation.

Chapter 4: The Ultimate Submission

It was the following Friday that I crossed the line in every possibly way.

I was about to leave for work when my phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi, did I catch you at a bad time?" Nita asked.

"Hi Nita. No, just leaving for work."

"Will you have time after work to meet for a drink at the club?" She asked.

"Sure. I need to get dinner for the kids, so maybe just one or two," I answered. Our conversations had been brief and generic, neither of us talking again about the incestuous act I had witnessed between her and her brother, nor had I told her about my own act of incest.

"I just thought there were a few things we need to talk about going forward," she said, which had me curious.

"I agree and I think we need more than a few minutes. Why don't you come over for dinner and we can talk after," I offered.

"Even better, I'll do dinner by the pool. Just get changed and come over. Tell Julie and Billy they can come over and swim earlier if they want, she offered, which made the conversation I thought we were going to have unlikely.

"Okay," I agreed, "they've both left for school, but I'll leave a note for them. They'll both be home early this afternoon. Are you home all day?"

"I'll do my shopping this morning and be home by noon. Tell them to come over any time after," she offered.

"I'll do it. Thanks, Nita. See you this evening."

Unfortunately, my day didn't go as planned and I called Nita at five to tell her I was going to be late.

She said, slurring slightly, "Why aren't you here yet?"

"Sorry," I sighed, "it's been a long day."

"Get over here soon," she demanded.

"Are the kids there yet?" I asked.

"They've been here since two," she answered.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, thinking that was way too early.

"For what?" She asked, "we're having a blast, although...."

"Although what?" I asked skeptically.

"I've let them have a drink or two," she admitted.

"Or three or four," Julie yelled from the background.

"You got my kids drunk?" I asked.

"Not drunk, but definitely tipsy," she countered.

"Get here soon, Daddy," Julie yelled from the background.

"I'll be there soon," I promised, curious what the three of them had been doing for three hours. If Julie would tell Nita about our act of incest, as she had Billy?

"Looking forward to seeing you, sexy," Nita said in full flirt mode, before hanging up.

It took another hour to get out of my office and it was 6:30 before I finally made it to Nita's place.

The parade of surprises continued as I walked into the patio to see Nita and Julie in the pool...both topless. Each had a salt rimmed margarita and the radio was turned up on some salsa station. Both let out a shriek of greeting when they saw me, like high school girls do when they see their friends.

Both got out of the pool to get me a drink. I was staring at the two biggest pairs of titties I had ever seen up close.

Nita greeted me with a big wet kiss and, pressing her wet tits to my shirt, immediately created a bulge in my shorts. Julie greeted me with hug and a kiss that was not what you should get from a daughter with her tongue stabbing between my lips for a second. It seemed obvious that Nita knew about Julie and me...although I was going to play oblivious as long as I could.

I passed on the tequila and opted for a dry vodka martini as I suggested, "But your bikini tops back on ladies."

"Spoil sport," Nita teased.

"Yes, party pooper," Julie added.

They reluctantly obeyed my request, although once their tits were barely covered I wished I hadn't made such a demand.

"Where's Billy?" I asked.

"Probably in the house whacking off," Julie quipped.

"About you or me?" Nita added.

I shook my head and went inside to change into my swim suit. I went to the guest bedroom and heard sounds from the bathroom; the door not quite closed. As I neared the door, I heard the heavy breathing and familiar sound of a male furiously masturbating.

I was about to leave and use another bathroom when I heard Billy's raspy voice grunting while saying, "Julie, Nita, open your mouths and take my cum!" and several more grunts. That left nothing to the imagination about what had just happened, but I did wonder if he too had seen the girls topless. I wasn't going to ask but didn't exit quickly enough and he caught me leaving the hall outside the door.

He looked embarrassed as he said, "Oh, um, Hi Dad, I didn't know you were here."

I joked, "You don't have to explain, I was once young myself."

He warned, "They're both wild tonight, so watch out. No telling what either of them will do next."

I laughed, "So it seems."

A couple of minutes later, I was back outside unsure what lay ahead.

Dinner was really a snack fest. We did skewers of beef and chicken teriyaki and they had ordered some fried rice and egg rolls from a takeout place. Everyone was too buzzed to really eat a good dinner, but the sexual tension was running very high. Nita squeezed my crotch a few times while we were at the patio table and was flirting like crazy...her intent undeniably obvious...we were fucking tonight. Also, judging from arm positions and movements I'd say Julie and Billy were groping each other too, not realizing I could tell from their upper arms what they were doing. My dick was hard and I was becoming less inhibited with each drink.

As Nita and I cleaned up, Julie and Billy were roughhousing in the pool until I heard a shriek and saw Julie's top flying out of the pool and landing on the deck. She was attacking Billy and got his suit down and off, and it came flying through the air also.

I was about to say something, to scold them, when Julie came out of the pool and in one shift motion pushed Nita in. In a flash, she had Nita's top off and we now had a naked teen boy and two topless women in the pool...all yelling for me to join them.

"Come join us, Daddy, we have been waiting all day," Julie said.

Nita added, "Yes, it has been a long, hard day waiting for you."

"Jump in, Dad," Billy added, with less sexual implication.

"Fuck it," I shrugged, finally going with the theory 'if you can't beat them, join them', as I dove into the pool between all three of them.

All three splashed me as Nita giggled and pressed her huge tits onto my chest. My cock was now rigid against her thighs and she knew it. She reached up and pulled my suit down to my ankles. "Not fair that you still have your trunks on if Billy doesn't."

I tried to cover myself in front of the kids... something that proved futile as the evening took flight.

I decided to give back, as I countered, once she tossed mine away, "Not fair that I'm naked in your pool and you still have on your bikini bottom."

"This bikini bottom?" she asked, as it was already in her hand.

Before I could speak, I was hit in the face by another bikini bottom, as Julie quipped, "Now we are all as naked as the day we were born."

Before I could respond, Nita shoved her tongue down my throat and then sucked mine into her mouth. It was hot and raw and with an urgent intensity I had long forgotten could exist.

Suddenly I felt someone behind me and Julie whispered, as she grabbed my cock, "Does Daddy want to fuck Nita."

Before I could respond, Nita reached down too and I had two hands on my cock. Nita smiled, "I want that in me." She jumped up wrapping her legs around me and began grinding her pussy on my cock. I was harder than I'd been in years and didn't fight it. With both hands lifting her ass, I raised and lowered her a few times before hitting the mark and sinking into her pussy.

Billy, not wanting to be left out of the surreal situation, moved behind Nita and took both breasts in his hands.

Giving in completely to the lust, I began fucking her slowly and deliberately, caught up in an endless kiss, and ignoring the reality that my two children were watching their father have sex.

Nita was incredibly wet, not from the water but from her own oily lubricant. She was not all that tight but velvety and she could squeeze her pussy to give such amazing pleasure. I wasn't even thinking about my kids by this point, both of them involved in the intimacy as I fucked my girlfriend for the first time.

I closed my eyes and just let the feeling sweep me away as she panted and whispered, "Fuck me," over and over in my ear. I went to reach around her and grab her ass, but couldn't, realizing Billy was still behind her.

I was about to say something about this being a bit awkward when Nita moaned loudly, "Slide that big cock in my ass, Billy," before she shoved her tongue back in my mouth.

Before I could respond, I felt a new sensation. It was obvious that his cock was in her ass as I could feel it moving inside against me

I was bewildered, yet too overwhelmed with the pleasure of my first time fucking someone since Helen had died to deal with the reality I was not only double teaming my girlfriend with my son, but I was also witnessing him losing his virginity...with my girlfriend.

Our tongues danced with an urgency that came with both too much alcohol and a lust that had been on tease for far too long. Although awkward in the water, I somehow got into a rhythm with my son as we held Nita up and continued to double penetrate her.

After only a couple minutes of double pleasure, Nita broke the kiss again and got animated as she came, "Oh fuck, yessss, my cunt, my ass, oh God, fuuuuuuuck!"

Her nasty talk, her sweet pussy and the double teaming reality was too much for me as I blew my load inside her. Billy didn't last much longer as he grunted and assumedly filled her ass with his load.

Nita, in the throes of an orgasm, almost sank under the water as I grabbed her and held her close. Billy was floating on his back away from her slapping the water in celebration of losing his virginity, not to some school girl, but in a gorgeous older woman's ass. He was in heaven.

We were all catching our breath and taking in what had just happened when I noticed Julie was nowhere to be seen. She was behind me in the pool when this all started, but she must have left once it got too heated. I had a few ideas on why she left and grabbed a towel to wrap around me and went looking for her. "I'm going to go check on Julie."

Nita called out, still in the pool, "Do you need help? Can I do something?"

"No, I'm okay," I said, as I went into the house.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but I found her getting dressed and crying. I also saw she had her car keys in her hand.

"You're not drinking and driving, sweetheart," I said, even though it was obvious she was crying because of being ignored by me. This had become seriously screwed up.

She was really upset and screamed through her tears, "This is not fair... you're all getting off and having hot sex and leaving me to watch and wonder what it's like... just not fair! I can go to any bar right now and get fucked and I think it's what I ought to do. No one here cares a shit about me."

I pulled her in for a hug and said, "Honey, I love you."

She cried in my arms as she continued, "It's just, you all ignored me."

"I'm so sorry, honey," I replied. "It got out of hand rather quickly."

"Billy lost his virginity before I did," she pointed out.

Looking so vulnerable and beautiful, I leaned in and kissed her. She was my daughter, but she was also the women I loved most in my life. The kiss started soft and tender, unlike the urgent lust that was Nita and I. Yet, the longer it lasted the more passionate it became.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Mommy made me promise to not have sex unless I was completely sure I loved him."

"That Mother of yours was a wise woman," I nodded, even though I knew where she was going with this.

She asked, looking at me with such insecurity, afraid that I might say no, "Daddy, will you be my first?"

I looked into her eyes, wordlessly picked her up and carried her to the spare bedroom. I lowered her onto the bed, pulled her shirt back off, leaned down and kissed her again. Wanting to make her happy, to make her first time memorable and pleasurable, I plastered her body with kisses as I slithered down her neck and to her breasts. I teased her hard nipples, as she moaned, "Ohhhh, Daddy, it feels sooo good."

My body controlling my mind, I lowered myself to her sweet pussy. I began licking and she grew more animated.

"Oh, God, Daddy, yes, eat my cunt," she moaned, as her hands went to my head.

I licked her pussy hungrily, another thing I hadn't done since before Helen died, and her taste was like the most powerful aphrodisiac on earth. It was mind blowing.

Julie, being Julie, suddenly took control. "Roll on your back, Daddy."

I obeyed, assuming she was going to ride me. But instead, she straddled my face, before leaning down and taking my cock in her mouth.

I leaned up and resumed licking her pussy as my beautiful daughter and I began a sixty-nine. Her mouth was like heaven and I was thankful I had already come once or I wouldn't have lasted long at all.

After a couple of minutes, my cock turned to a steel rod and I knew then I had to fuck her.

Apparently, reading my mind, she suddenly moved quickly as a fox and, straddling my erect cock, said, her pussy lips touching my mushroom top, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too," I replied, staring at her.

And as she engulfed my cock, she added, "And I kept my promise to Mommmmmmmmmmy!"

"That you didddddddd," I moaned, as my entire cock filled her. There's no way to describe how she felt. Tight beyond belief and yet lubed to accept me. It was amazing and what was even more amazing was that I had thrown off all the restrictive moral thoughts in my head and accepted that making love to my daughter wasn't a sin, but rather the most intimate moment a father and daughter could have.

As she rode me, her massive tits bouncing around, her lips pursed as she focused on her own pleasure, I couldn't help but revel in how beautiful she was.

She moaned, "Oh, Daddy, I can't believe how good this feels."

"There is nothing better, sweetheart," I moaned back.

"Than fucking your daughter," she smiled.

"Yes, baby," I smiled back, as I just allowed the intimate moment of father and daughter to continue.

A moment later, she said, her breathing changing, "Oh God, Daddy, I'm so closssse."

Wanting to get her off, I began thrusting up to meet her downward movements which caused a new euphoria in her.

"Oh yes, Daddy, so deep, oh yes, harder Daddy, fuck me harder," she demanded.

I slammed up as hard as I could and in a few more strokes, she screamed, "Yesssssss, Daddddddddddddy."

I could feel her juices on my cock as she leaned forward, her breasts slamming onto my chest.

"That's it, sweetheart, come for Daddy," I whispered, as her body continued twitching.

My own orgasm close, I at least had the presence of mind to not cum in her. I pulled out and she rolled over and said, "Come all over my tits Daddy."

I obliged as I stroked my cock staring at the most beautiful woman in the whole world...my daughter. Soon my cum was shooting out like a cannon and covering her huge firm tits.

"Mmmmmmmmm, Daddy," she moaned, as she watched me erupt.




1974: A Summer of Incestuous Love



"Good God," I groaned, as my second orgasm in an hour hit, something I couldn't recall happening since college.

She scooped my cum from her tits and put it to her lips, and said, "I love you, Daddy," before putting my cum in her mouth.

"I love you too, sweetheart," I said, smiling down at her.

"So tired," she said, a moment later.

The intensity of the orgasm, the emotional roller coaster and the excessive alcohol did her in and she passed out seconds later.

I kissed her forehead, covered her up with a blanket and walked over to the window. Looking down at the patio and pool I saw Nita on her hands and knees with Billy behind her fucking doggy style on a towel by the pool. I stood there, listening to my daughter begin snoring and watching my son fuck my girlfriend.

After a minute, I went to the bathroom to find another towel, unsure where I left my last one, and to take a much needed piss. I then went to Nita's bar in the basement and found some very nice brandy that I used to lace my coffee before I began walking back outside.

Just as I walked outside, Billy staggered towards me with a big grin on his face and slurred, "Night Dad," as he passed by, clearly drunk and needing to go to bed.

I walked towards Nita who was using a towel to wipe her chest. "Miss me?"

"Fuck," she jumped, turning around clearly startled by me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I smiled.

"Well, you did," she said, tossing the towel, which I assumed had my son's cum on it at me.

"Sorry, I just got Julie to bed and came back out," I said, which was technically true.

She smiled, a smile implying she knew what actually transpired in her home with my daughter, but instead asked, "Ready for bed? I'm suddenly exhausted."

I walked to her and gave her a kiss and noticed a big white glob of cum in her hair. I thought to myself, 'I'm going to see just how she explains this' as she grabbed my hand and led me into her house.

We walked upstairs together and split up to separate bathrooms to wash up before bed. I went to Nita's bedroom, crawled into bed and flipped on the television to some late night programming. When she came in I saw the scolding look on her face. Then with a glint in her eyes and a smile she said, "You could have told me outside that I had a glob of cum in my hair."

"Well, I knew it wasn't mine so I thought I'd let you find it for yourself," I shrugged.

"Bill, I'm not going to apologize. Your son came down from the upstairs bathroom and said we might want to wait before going up, that you and Julie were involved and needed to be alone," she revealed.

"He said we were involved?" I asked.

"No, actually he said Julie was on top of you fucking your brains out. And Billy had a massive hard on from watching you two," she continued.

"So since he already took your ass," I joked.

"Don't be flippant," she said, suddenly annoyed.

"Sorry," I backed off, "It's been a long and crazy night."

"That is has," she agreed, softening her tone.

"And I'm not going to try to explain what happened with Julie. I should have stopped it and I didn't. I'll likely go to hell for it, but I can't lie and say I didn't love it and enjoy it, just like I enjoyed being with you earlier."

"Bill, I grew up in the same period as you and I completely understand the judgements people make about incest and fathers being with their daughters. You're painted as a monster, destroying a young girl's life, corrupting her and pointing her toward a life of misery and possibly crime. Is that what you see when you look at your children?"

"No, but it's all so very wrong and...."

"Stop right there. Just stop and hear me out. I know what your first reaction is, but you need to stop and think it through...and carefully. When Mark and I had our first encounter there was a tendency to go into some form of self-punishing penance but that would have also impacted the other person, throwing guilt on them. Julie loves you very much and I doubt she has any remorse right now. Are you going to reject her love for you just because it became physical in a way society says is immoral? Did it feel immoral when you were with her? Or did you feel you loved her and she loved you? Face it, you didn't rape her and she didn't trick you. Ok, you crossed a line society has set for us but neither of you did it for any ulterior motive. It was just the ultimate expression of love between a man and a woman...the way you're supposed to express it to a mate, but not a daughter. I'm supposed to happily have sex with the man I love as long as he's not my son or brother or my father. But what if I fall in love with my brother or find him sexually irresistible?"

"Ok, I hear what you're saying but we still can't flaunt this. Where do we go from here?" I asked, relived I was with someone who understood my emotional turmoil, and, having committed incest herself, didn't see me as a twisted monster.

"I'm not sure, but there's no denying it happened and I don't see how to stop it without having someone feel punished," she pointed out.

"Nita, I don't want the kids feeling like they're evil or bad kids. But I'm not sure I know how to sit down and talk about all of this and have it make sense," I said, my head thinking a million different thoughts.

"I don't think we need a meeting right now. Let's just let it sort itself out and show some understanding and compassion for each other. And let's not forget it was an expression of love each time," she pointed out.

Unable to not be flippant, I teased, "Was that love when Billy fucked you doggy style?"

"Well, the man I love was getting ridden by his daughter, so I found the next best thing, his duplicate cock," she shot back.

"You love me?" I asked.

"Oh shit," she sighed, "I wasn't supposed to say it first. I'm blaming the booze."

"I love you too, Nita," I countered, wanting to put her at ease. "We can say we said it at the same time."

"You really are a good man, Bill," she smile, slipping under the covers with me.

"Agreed," I smiled, as she playfully hit me.

"I need some sleep," she yawned.

"Me too," I agreed, my body suddenly feeling exhausted now that I was in bed.

We were both out like a light the instant we hit the bed.

.....

Epilogue:

As Julie put it earlier, the genie was out of the bottle and, now that it was, there was no way we could go back to normality.

Over the next year:

Julie would eat her first pussy, get her first cock in the ass and her first double penetration.

Nita and I would go to our first Conley's swinger's party...the first of many.

Nita and I would be married, and celebrate with a five-some with our children and Mark.

Nita, Julie and I would also go to Jamaica and end up in a crazy week long orgy with a plethora of people.

But those stories are for another place, another time. The reality is the summer of 1974 changed my life forever and began a life long journey of love and sex...where, truth be told, the two blurred together into one.

THE END