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Dad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings

By: scouries



This is my official 2011 Earth Day Contest entry.

While the premise behind the story may seem incredible to some readers I want to assure you that more and more serious medical researchers are cuming to believe that sperm may just turn out to be a wonder drug!

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Sunday Afternoon April 17th 2011 -- By the pool at Dad's house

"Your old man was checking me out."

I looked up from my computer screen to catch my best friend Nikki's smirk.

"He was trying to see these," she continued as she rolled onto her side. 

"WHAAAAT!" I screeched as the meaning of her words finally registered. I quickly looked back towards the house.

"My beautiful full, ripe, eighteen year old, teenage tits," she added with a leer as she cupped one of her breasts in her right hand. I watched as she tweaked a nipple.

"Don't! He'll see," I warned as I checked again for any movement from the house.

"He wants to suck them..."

"You are such a SLUT! That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard." 

"I think he wants to put his big cock between them."

"Shut up! He'll hear," I hissed back as I checked the open patio doors again.

"Spray his thick, baby making cream all over them."

"What is wrong with you today?" I demanded but couldn't keep the grin off my lips. I sorta knew what was wrong with Nikki. She was clearly getting tired of her current boyfriend. Something I was suffering from too. We were both horny!

"Then he'd bring his still spurting cockhead to his daughter's best friend's lips and make me lick-"

"Sicko. Dream on. And why would he want you when he's got the wonderful Carmen." My words even sounded feeble to me. The Nickster knew that dad's current girlfriend was not my favourite person.

"She's a cow!"

"Her breasts are bigger than yours."

"Bigger than yours maybe," Nikki countered. The truth was that Carmen, although only twenty-two, was decidedly curvaceous in a way that neither I nor Nikki could ever compete with. But she was a cow! I just didn't know how true my words were when I spoke them.

That is not to say that there was something wrong with my breasts. In fact, if I do say so myself...

****

I loved Nicole Taylor Hill more than anyone else in the world. And the feelings were reciprocated. I'd met her the day after we moved into our new house. I'd been five years old that day. And as it turned out I was exactly seven days older than she was.

We became a bonded pair almost immediately. Closer than sisters, we constantly flitted between my house and hers. We each grew up with two sets of parents. 

When my parents told me they were divorcing (I was twelve years old!) I cried for like three days straight. Nikki had her arm around me the whole time. Without her I just might have killed myself. 

And it was she who finally managed to effect the reconciliation between my father and me. I'd hated him when it had happened. Blamed him completely. I'd refused to talk to him even though he still lived in the neighbourhood. Through it all Nikki had kept in touch with him. And, for what was supposed to have been my fourteenth birthday party, a fancy restaurant meal with just the two of us, she'd invited my father. 

"I figured it was about time ... that you'd finally started to grow up," she said when I'd later asked her what the hell she'd been doing playing around with my life like that. There was no one else in my world that I'd have let get away with something like that!

Of course there was a big scene at the restaurant. I cried. My father held me in his arms. I cried some more. Nikki cried. Daddy cried. And the three of us spent most of the night talking.

Like everything didn't just change overnight! I still had issues with the whole breakup thing. But even my mom was happy I was back communicating with my father. Over the next six months we went from occasional dinners to weekend visits (with Nikki there at my side) to finally my deciding (agreeing?) to try living one week with mom followed by one week with dad. I think we all liked the change. Dad got his daughter back. Mom got some free time with her boyfriends. And I soon discovered that there are certain advantages for a fifteen or sixteen or seventeen year old girl in having two homes a mile and a half apart. I quickly learned that it was easy to say (and confusing for my parents) 'Oh sorry, I was at dad's (or mom's as the case might be) ... I thought you knew', whenever questions about my whereabouts arose. 

And so I slowly fell back in love with him. As a father... 

****

"So, what gives?" I asked after her giggles had tapered off.

"Hand me my computer," she answered as she swung her legs over the side of the chaise lounge and sat up. Her bare breasts jiggled as she moved.

"Cover them up you ninny," I said as I reached for her bikini top.

"He's not watching."

"He might be," I answered as I held out her skimpy top. She ignored me as she placed her laptop, a Toshiba with a ten inch screen, on her lap. Her boyfriend certainly didn't have a ten inch...

"Do you know what I think he's doing right now?" Nikki asked.

"He said he was going to change into his bathing suit and then make us our banana splits," I answered. "C'mon, he'll be back in a sec," I pled as I tried to hand her the bra top again.

"He's masturbating," my friend said. "He's in the kitchen right now ... watching me ... with his bathing suit around his ankles ... with his hand wrapped around his huge cock-"

"Shut up," I ordered.

"And just guess where he's going to spray his spurting love juice? All over the bananas. Even on yours." I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from my lips. "He wants both of us to eat his sperm."

"You are such a sick slut," I accused even as the vision of a huge, spurting cock filled my mind. Daddy's cock? Yuck!

"What do you see anyway?" Nikki asked as she turned her computer screen towards me.

"Duh!" It was a picture I'd taken of Nikki and her boyfriend Danny a week earlier. They were both in their bathing suits and were standing ten feet from the spot where we were sitting now.

"And this?" she asked as clicked open another picture. It was one of my boyfriend and me that had been taken the same day.

"Nikki!" I was getting pissed at her. Dad was going to reappear in seconds and she was still flashing her boobs.

"And this one?" she asked, ignoring my protest completely. It was a picture of dad standing between our two boyfriends.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Describe them."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I glanced back towards the house.

"Don't worry about your daddy. With a cock as big as his he'll be busy for a long time."

"You don't know he has a big cock." I stamped my bare foot in anger as I said it.

"Describe them!" she insisted as she held out her computer towards me. I said nothing as I studied the picture. 

"Well, who's the best looking?" she finally demanded, then uttered a string of questions before I could answer the first.

"The sexiest?

"Who's the only man in the picture?

"Who has hair on his chest?

"Who's the tallest?

"Who would be the best in bed?

"Which of the three has the biggest cock?

"The hardest one?

"Who could deliver the biggest load?"

Nikki's questions came staccato like, fired one after the other.

"That's not fair. Greg's cute ... and sexy ... and fun ... and-"

"Answer my questions!"

"But--"

"Your father has a bigger one than either Greg or Danny," Nikki said authoritatively. 

"You don't know that," I denied even while I acknowledged it silently to myself. Greg and Danny might be cute eighteen year olds but when placed on either side of dad like they were in the picture the answer to every one of Nikki's questions was obvious. Dad was a clear winner. He was a man standing between two boys. But that didn't mean...

I heard the patio's screen door slide open as I mused on the picture in front of me. "Put this on," I begged as I held out Nikki's top to her. 

The small triangles of yellow cloth were sorta covering Nikki's breasts, at least her nipples, when my father, laden with a tray carrying two banana splits, two cokes and a beer for him, arrived poolside.

"My top came undone Mister McIntosh," Nikki said huskily as she held the cloth against her boobs. "Hurry up and do it up you doofus," she ordered me, said in a tone that made it sound as if it was somehow my fault that her breasts were spilling out of her suit.

And as I snapped her top shut I couldn't help but see that daddy's eyes had drifted down and were latched onto Nikki's bosom. And, although I didn't see it, I'm pretty sure that for just a second she'd let the top drop just enough to give my dad a glimpse of a straining pink nipple. I knew it had been straining because by the time we all got sitting back down again both of Nikki's nipples were clearly pushing through the thin material that attempted to encase her breasts. SLUT!

And while eating the banana split I couldn't get the image of daddy's penis spurting out a thick line of cream down each side of the banana I was eating. And, even though I knew the idea was preposterous, the banana split did seem to leave a peculiar aftertaste. But it had tasted so good going down.

Sunday - Night

"Hi. Watcha doing?" I asked as I walked into dad's study. I was wearing a satin robe over my PJ's and was drying my hair. The TV was on and he was holding a laptop on his lap.

"What are you doing home so early sweetie?" dad asked back. "I didn't hear you come in." He couldn't hide the fact that besides being surprised he was also happy to see me. He patted the spot next to him and I dutifully plopped down next to him on the sofa.

"Greg had a headache, he always seems to have one these days," I answered with a pout as I nestled against his body. Oh my gawd, did I really say that I asked myself silently. A little grin appeared on dad's lips. "Boys are weird," I added quickly.

"I suppose we are," dad agreed as he put his arm around me. I couldn't help but remember Nikki's questions from the afternoon as I was engulfed in dad's hug. I'd never felt quite this warm or protected with any of my boyfriends.

"Do you like Greg daddy?" I asked softly.

It took a second before dad answered. "Yeah, he's an okay guy," he finally conceded tentatively.

"What if he asked you if he could marry me?"

"WHAAAAAAT! You're not--" 

"Of course not. I just wondered what you'd say," I answered with a shy grin.

"Do you love him?"

Surprisingly it was an easy answer and slipped out without thought. "Uh uh. It's like he's suddenly too young for me. I'm sorta looking forward to not having a boyfriend. Nikki feels the same way about Danny. We can't wait til next fall."

"You're lucky Emily ... so darn lucky honey," dad finally said as he gave me a loving squeeze. "University ... new friends ... experiences ... they'll be the best years of your life."

"I'll miss you and mom."

"For two days," dad said with a laugh. "Then you'll be so busy and having so much fun you'll forget to even call us."

"Never," I whispered.

"And you'll have every boy in the freshman class swooning at your feet."

"I want a man now," I said quietly.

"Oh don't worry, you'll find them," dad promised. "College men will look and seem different."

"I want someone like you".

"Hah! You don't want any old geezer like me."

"You're not that old. And you are going out with Caaarmen," I told my thirty-nine year old father. I couldn't keep the disapproval out of my voice as I said his young girlfriend's name so I quickly rushed on. "Anyway I've decided that my next boyfriend is going to be someone with hair on his chest."

"I'm not sure that should be your prime consideration when deciding which college man to date," dad answered, a smile on his lips.

"Nikki thinks it just might be the most important thing to look for in a man. She says that it's a sure sign of male virility." 

"Does she?" Dad loved Nikki. But he was used to her schemes and bizarre ideas by now and so couldn't keep the tinge of exasperation out of his next words. "And what other wonderful words of wisdom have fallen from the lips of our lovely Miss Hall?"

"She likes your hairy chest especially," I answered with a smirk. Dad lifted his eyes to the heavens in response. I snuggled even closer to him. 

"Somebody should have put her over his lap years ago and given her rear end a good tanning," dad said with fake seriousness.

"She'd probably love it if you were doing the spanking," I answered slyly. Gawd, I was flirting with my daddy! And I never, and I mean never, had thought of him that way before that day. Stupid Nikki and her bloody 'banana spermed split' I thought.

For the next few minutes neither of us said anything; nestled together we were both lost in our own thoughts. I finally reluctantly stirred. "I guess I better get to bed. School day tomorrow."

"Love you honey," my father said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Me too daddy," I answered as I stood up and then stretched slowly. I was unconsciously displaying myself for my father and somehow knew it. What was I doing? Why? He was my father!

And yet I still couldn't stop the next words from slipping from my lips. "Hey, will you come and tuck me in tonight," I asked in a little girl's voice from the doorway.

There was a quick look of surprise on his face. Then indecision. Finally he said as he got to his feet, "Heck honey, I don't think you've asked me to do that in ten years." But then he quickly added, "You go do your teeth and jump into bed and I'll come in a few minutes."

He was my father for crying out loud. But my body, encased only in a thin covering of pink silk, my favourite pair of pajamas, was trembling from head to toe when my father tentatively tapped on my bedroom door five minutes later. 

"You decent?" he asked as he slowly came through the door. My bedside lamp was on. Only a thin sheet covered me. Oh my gawd. Dad was in his pj's!

"Of course I am," I answered as he sat down on the edge of my bed. I pulled myself up and sat up against the headboard. The sheet slipped to my waist. My nipples were tingling under their thin covering.

"Remember when I used to sleep with you and mom whenever there was a thunderstorm," I started.

Dad laughed at the memory. "You were about four or five at the time. We knew you'd eventually outgrow it."

"Hah! I never did, I'm still afraid of them. I remember the night you told me I couldn't sleep with you and mom anymore. I was seven," I said as I slid down from my sitting position and under the sheet. "I was soooo scared," I told my father as I peeked out from under the sheet. "I was crying." I saw in his eyes as I spoke that dad too now remembered the night. "You came into my bedroom ... and crawled under the covers on my little bed and held me while the thunder roared. You stayed all night," I remembered even as I lifted the sheet and invited my father in.

"There's no thunder tonight," he whispered even as he slipped in next to me. 

"The weather guy on Channel 4 said there might be some later," I said in my best innocent little girl's voice as I snuggled up against him. It was a teensy lie -- I hadn't seen the weather cast that night. But it might have been true.

My father shouldn't have stayed that night. Mind you I shouldn't have invited him in the first place. But as I lay in the dark an hour later, still awake while he snored in his sleep, I easily rationalized it. He's my father. There's nothing wrong with sleeping together. I mean this had nothing to do with sex I told myself. What kind of stupid idea was that! Eventually I fell asleep...

...and slept peacefully and innocently until about 4:17 in the morning. I know it was exactly 4:17 because when I drowsily awakened I found myself lying on my side and facing the bright red digital numbers of my alarm clock. I watched the numbers for about fifteen seconds before I almost fell off the bed in panic. SOMEONES IN MY BED my brain screamed in terror. Oh my gawd ... a RAPIST? Does he have a gun? Is that what's poking into my back? Just milliseconds before letting out a blood curdling scream I remembered. Daddy?

I turned over and faced him. Panic subsided as I made out the features of my father in the dim light. But something was still poking me. Just below my belly button. And suddenly it hit me what it was even before I looked. Slowly and quietly I leaned over and flicked on my bedside lamp to low. Daddy, his breathing deep and regular, didn't wake up. It was sticking out of the slit in his pajama bottoms. It was bigger than Greg's. Much bigger. Nikki had been more than right. 

Don't look at it my mind ordered after I'd been watching it in an almost hypnotic trance for over a minute. DON'T TOUCH IT screamed through my brain as the fingers of my right hand involuntarily started inching towards the mesmerizing, ivory colored shaft as it bobbed in the dim light.

I didn't touch it! In fact I immediately turned off the light and moved my body to the extreme edge of my bed. And tried to sleep. Why did daddy have an erection? And how would it ever fit in someone? It took me over an hour to fall asleep again...

****

"Wake up sleepyhead." I felt somebody shake my shoulder as the words seeped into my still muddled brain. "It's almost eight." I identified dad's voice. I opened my eyes. Dad was standing by the side of my bed. He was doing up the buttons on one of his dress shirts. He had suit pants and shoes and socks already on.

"When did you get up? Why didn't you wake me?" I asked as I stretched my body sinuously. More unconscious displaying.

"If you hurry I'll give you a drive to school," he answered. "Five minutes ... c'mon, chop, chop," he said, a smile on his lips as he retreated from the room.

****

"You know daddy you're the first man I've ever spent the whole night in bed with," I told my father as he drove me towards school fifteen minutes later. The lunch he'd packed for Nikki and I was in my lap. I`d kept my eyes on the road in front of us as I`d talked.

"Well, it wasn't really--"

"Not even with Greg," I added, interrupting him. I glanced over. He clearly didn't know what to say.

And when we'd pulled up to the front of the school and I'd hopped out of the car I left him with one last thought. "It was really nice daddy, can we do it again tonight?" I skipped off before he could answer.

Monday -- School

I didn't tell Nikki what had happened the night before when we were in school that day. And I'd always told her everything. Of course I knew I eventually would but it just wasn't the right time.

Tell her I slept with my dad? That I'd felt his erection against my bum? That she'd been right about its size?

Mind you I did tell her that I'd told dad that she liked his hairy chest.

"You didn't! Please Ems, tell me you didn't say anything."

I smiled innocently back. "I told him you want him to put his big penis between your breasts and--"

"You are such a liar! And I thought you didn't know if he had a big cock or not."

"It's this big," I said as I held my hands more than a foot apart.

"Liar! And you called me a slut?"

Monday Night - Carmen's Story

I knew I wanted to sleep with daddy that second night. But I also knew that it was going to be tricky to negotiate it. Okay, once was just a dad and his daughter innocently sleeping together. But a second time? Not that it was sexual or anything. It could never be that. At least that's what I told myself. I decided I'd use Carmen as an excuse. I didn't know what I was letting myself in for.

I waited until dad had gone to bed. I had a shower. Put on a nightie. Yes, okay, it was a lace one. But I just wanted to have a talk with my dad. And besides, the night before had been the first time in my whole life that I'd actually spent a whole night in a man's bed. You sleep much better when you're nestled up against someone I rationalised as I walked down the hallway to his master suite. Unless of course you're getting poked!


Dad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings



"Daddy?" I whispered into the dark bedroom. I was standing next to my father's bed. It was a king size bed!

"Emily?" 

"Can we talk?"

"Is there something wrong honey?" my father asked in a worried tone as he clicked on the bedside lamp. He wasn't wearing his pajama top. I sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Can I ask you about Carmen?"

"Carmen?" I could see dad was confused.

"Why do you go out with her anyway?" I asked as I slipped under the sheet.

"I don't think--" he started.

"I don't think you should be dating her."

"You certainly haven't been very nice to her," daddy scolded.

"Hah! She's just a gold-digger," I scoffed.

"She's a lovely young lady," daddy corrected.

"I don't know why you go out with her ... she's like hardly older than Nikki or I." And then, before he could answer I added, "She's just a dumb blond with big..."

"She thinks you're nice," my father interrupted, his displeasure clear.

"Where'd you meet her anyway?" I wasn't planning on backing down. While I hadn't planned on our talk being so confrontational I couldn't stop myself.

"Where do you think I did?" dad asked.

I wanted to say he'd probably met her in some strip bar but I caught the words before they slipped out. "One of those divorcee, swingers bars?" I said instead. 

My father started laughing. "Is that where you think your father hangs out? At swingers bars?"

"Well--" I started to redden.

"You're terrible," he accused. But I knew he wasn't really mad.

"That's what Nikki thinks anyway," I said, figuring I'd transfer some of the blame to my absent friend.

"For your information she came to my office as a client seeking help." Dad was a family lawyer.

I really didn't know that much about dad's girlfriend. He'd only been going with her the last three or four months and during the weeks I'd spent at his house he'd hardly ever brought her over. 

"Why? Did she want to sue someone? Her plastic surgeon?" I asked cattily. Actually the few times I'd spent any time with her she'd been pretty nice to me. But in my opinion she was clearly too young and good looking for my father.

"She was pregnant," my father said softly.

"What?' Oh my gawd!"

"About six months along at the time she came to see me. She wanted me to arrange an adoption for her."

"Where was the father?" 

"She wouldn't say at first. In fact she's never really told me everything. I've just got bits and pieces. But I think it was bad. A group of boys ... at a party."

"She was raped?" My worst nightmare!

"I think so. Something happened at a party. She'd had a lot to drink ... she thinks now maybe she was drugged."

Every bad thought I'd ever had about dad's girlfriend flew out the window the second I heard dad's words. Date rape echoed through my brain. "The bastards."

Dad slowly and softly started to talk. Rapt, I simply quietly listened with my mouth open. Carmen, through a series of bad decisions and bad luck had ended up in a small town about seventy miles down the road from our city. She'd had no family or friends in the town. She'd got a job as a cashier in a restaurant. As pretty as she was she'd soon attracted a lot of attention. She was twenty-one. Living alone for the first time. Naive. She was invited to a lot of parties. One Saturday morning she'd woken up in a room she didn't recognise. She was naked. There was sperm all over her legs and stomach. She was bruised and sore.

"Why didn't she report them" I finally asked. There were tears running down my cheeks.

"She was hung over. Worse than she'd ever been. She couldn't remember anything. Even days later, when all the physical evidence was gone she only had vague flashbacks of what happened. She thinks now that at least four and maybe five men raped her."

"They should be shot! Men are animals!" Dad put his arm around me. 

My father had been righteously pissed off. Carmen had been over six months pregnant when she'd finally sought help from dad. She'd been living in a house for needy and unmarried pregnant women in our city. She had virtually nothing.

"Did you start going out with her right away? When she came to you for help." Dad shook his head no. He told me how he'd helped her find a temporary apartment. And a proper doctor. He hadn't charged her a dime. In fact he'd helped her with money. 

"So she really had a baby? When?"

"It was far too late for an abortion by the time she came to see me ... and she'd never have had one even if there had been time. She doesn't believe in it."

"I don't think I could let a rapist's baby live," I conceded as I realized how hard it must have been for her.

"She knew she couldn't raise it herself. She knew that every time she saw her son she'd remember the rape that made him. She knew it wouldn't be fair to him."

"She had a son?" Dad nodded. "She let him be adopted?"

"Yes we found a home for him. It was a nice couple. They couldn't have children. They paid her medical bills and her living expenses for the last three months of her pregnancy. And then they gave her a chunk of money to help her get started over."

"She met them?"

"She absolutely refused to give her child away without knowing who the parents were going to be. She insisted on approving them."

"When did she have the baby?" 

"Almost four months ago. But they shared him for the first month."

"Shared? I don't understand." 

"She wanted to feed him."

"Feed? Breastfeed?" Dad nodded.

"Babies who aren't breastfed never do as well as those that are. She knew that. That was one of the terms of the adoption agreement."

"And I've been terrible to her. What a jerk I was."

"I visited her every day in the weeks after the birth. I'd watch her feed her beautiful little baby."

"Poor Carmen."

"One day she fed me. That's when we started to go out."

"What?" Dad started to talk again. It was nearly three before we fell asleep. I hadn't thought of daddy's penis once during his tale. Nor did it poke me awake that night. I was thinking of Carmen's milk laden breasts. Of daddy's lips sucking at them.

Tuesday -- School

"She had a baby?" I'd just started to fill in Nikki on the Carmen story daddy had told me the night before. I kept talking in spite of her question. We were in the cafeteria eating lunch.

"No wonder they're so big," she said when I got to the fact that she was still lactating. I saw the next question spring into my friend's eyes. But I forestalled it by telling her about the rape. She was as shocked as I'd been.

"What pricks," she hissed when I told her how the men had probably drugged her and then taken turns.

"Somebody should kill them," she said when I told her she'd woken bruised and broken in a strange apartment.

She listened quietly as I told her how she'd arrived months later at dad's office door. Of how he'd helped her. Of how daddy had helped arrange the adoption. Of the breastfeeding. Then I told her that Carmen was still lactating. 

"Huh. I thought you said she gave the baby away three months ago?"

"There's another hungry baby," I told my friend.

"Another baby? Who?"

"Well how do you think she's paying daddy's bill?" I said conspiratorially.

"WHAAAAAAT!" Nikki screeched. I just smiled. "She lets your dad--" For a sec Nikki was at a loss for words. Which was very, very unusual.

"He sucks them," I finished for her.

"He can't!"

"Then they make love," I said.

"Your dad told you he sucks milk from Carmen's breasts and then he fucks her." 

"He didn't say he fucked her."

"But isn't that unethical? I mean your dad is a member of the bar."

"He said it's okay to go out with a client once the case is finished. Anyway she's leaving town soon." 

"She is?"

"The couple that adopted the baby gave her enough money for two years at cooking school. In Miami. She's leaving in two weeks."

"Does your dad want her to leave?"

"I don't think so but he knows it's best for her. He said he's going to have to find another girl to milk."

"He did not."

"He says he's doing it for the environment."

"Bullshit!"

"It's true. For Earth Day he wants you to consider using your breasts to help feed the poor."

"You've made this whole story up haven't you? He's never milked Carmen."

"It's true. And you've had some too. So have I." I winked at Nikki across the table.

"Had what?"

"Carmen's milk".

"No way!"

"You know that ice cream churn he sometimes uses? Guess who provides the milk when daddy wants to make homemade ice cream for our banana splits." Nikki's eyes opened in dawning realization. "He's also used it in other stuff we've eaten."

"How much milk can she make?" She still wasn't one hundred percent sure I was telling the truth.

"It depends on how often she's milked," I answered. Nikki had no idea how much milk a women could produce and I knew it. "Gallons a week," I whispered in her ear.

"Really? So your father hasn't been sperming us after all?"

Well that was another story. And in the last couple of days I'd actually come to believe that he was. But why would he be? But I didn't tell Nikki my doubts. Instead I figured I'd get her going a little more. Heck it was usually her who was trying to trick me.

"Daddy now believes all young women should be lactating."

"He does not." I just nodded yes. "What, he even wants his daughter pregnant?"

"You don't have to get pregnant to start lactating. There are other ways."

"What other ways?"

"Daddy says that there are almost two billion women in the world who could be producing milk if it could be organized. Just imagine how many gallons of milk that would be!"

"He's crazy. You're crazy," Nikki accused.

"He's going to talk about it with us on Saturday when we celebrate Earth Day."

"We're not going to help clean up the riverbank this year? Or plant trees?" my friend asked. Every year for the last four my dad had insisted we'd accompany him on some Earth Day project.

"Un uh." I shook my head no. "The Earth Day foundation wants everyone to celebrate it this year by making individual earth friendly commitments. Their goal this year is a billion small commitments from people around the globe."

"No one is drinking milk from my breasts," the Nikkster promised.

"What if daddy wants to suck them?' I asked.

"Do you think he wants to?" In answer I held my hands even wider apart than I had the day before.

"I think sometimes Carmen sprays dad's penis with milk before they--" I didn't finish my sentence. Instead I stood up and walked away.

"You are such a liar," I heard as I retreated. But as we learned later Carmen had done exactly that. And she'd put her milk other places too...

Tuesday -- Night

Daddy and I didn't say a word that evening about where we were going to sleep that night. Not during dinner. Nor later after I'd finished my homework. Nor when we watched the eleven o'clock news together. But I knew who I was going to sleep with that night. And I'm pretty sure so did he.

So, after I'd taken a quick shower and had dabbed a touch of perfume behind my ears, and after I'd slipped into a spaghetti strapped chemise that only came down to my mid thigh, I didn't jump into my bed. Instead I drifted down to daddy's room. I also accidently forgot to put my panties on. 

"I have more questions," I whispered. I had arrived in his bedroom just seconds before. He hadn't said a word when I'd slipped under his top sheet. I'd nestled up against him. Daddy was naked! Where were his pajama bottoms I wondered? Had he been expecting me? Hoping that I'd come? I suddenly knew that he had.

"What?" he finally asked.

"It's about boys. Boy things."

"Is it?" he asked dubiously. But that didn't stop him from putting his arm around me.

"I don't know anything about boys. And Greg never answers any of my questions."

"What kind of questions?" Still dubious. But his body was so warm.

"Daddy, did you masturbate when you were a boy?"

"You asked him about--"

"The Internet's okay for learning stuff but--"

"Maybe you should talk to your mother," dad suggested. In answer I leaned over and turned on the light.

"Mom's hopeless talking about sex," I said. "And what would she know about male masturbation anyway? You'd have stopped by the time you got married."

"Stopped?"

"Well once a man gets married he must stop that other stuff," I said innocently. I perhaps knew a little more about it that I let on -- I'd spent my last period Math class surreptitiously surfing the net on the subject of masturbation. "So did you? When you were a boy? And when did you stop?"

I don't think my father would have answered my questions except for the preposterousness of them and the ignorance about human sexuality I was demonstrating. I'm pretty sure that he instantly rationalized that it was better to fill me in on some of these things than it was to send his almost nineteen year old daughter off to college totally ignorant of male sexuality.

"All boys masturbate," he started.

"They do?" I asked, wide-eyed in surprise. I really wasn't that surprised. 

"Even you?

"How often did you do it? 

"Once a week? 

"Or once a month? 

"Does it hurt? 

"What exactly do you do? 

"And where do you do it?

"And when did you stop?"

As I rattled off the questions I could see daddy was clearly befuddled. Which had been my plan. When I finally stopped to catch my breath he asked, "Don't they teach sex education in schools anymore?"

"They didn't talk about that daddy," I answered in a timid little girl's voice. Then I said nothing. Instead I cuddled up even closer to him and waited for him to begin. And waited... and waited... For a while I thought he was never going to answer.

"Men don't ever stop masturbating," he finally said.

"Until they get married or have a girlfriend you mean--"

"Emily... MEN ... NEVER ... STOP .... NEVER!"

"Never? They must--"

My father then tried the detached scientific approach. He slowly explained about penises. About erections. About the first ejaculation. About sperm. My only comments during the fifteen minutes that followed were interjections meant to convey my fake incredulity and surprise. Like:

"No way!

"That's impossible!

"Even after you married mom?

"Wet dreams? Yuck!

"Oh my gawd!

"You did it every single day?"

These interjections simply egged him on to provide more details. When he finally ran out of gas I asked, "So you're saying that you've masturbated almost every day for over twenty years? And sometimes two or three times? That's impossible."

"I didn't say every single day," dad corrected.

"Did you do it today?" I asked. Dad shook his head no. Which as I found out later was a lie -- he'd actually masturbated when he'd got up that morning.

"So if I wasn't here tonight you'd be doing it?" I asked curiously.

"Not necessarily," dad answered.

"Can I watch?" 

"You certainly can't young lady. Now let's both of us get some sleep." 

My father said nothing though when I started to slowly peel the sheet down off our bodies. A sheet that got momentarily stuck on the erection that was sticking way up into the air. I lifted the sheet over it.

"Don't Ems," dad finally protested after I'd completely bared him. His cock was bobbing wildly in the air.

"How can I ever learn anything if you won't show me?" I complained. He knew I wanted to watch him ... and he also knew that I somehow knew he wanted me to. "He certainly looks ready," I encouraged. Dad reddened.

He didn't answer, instead I watched his hand as it slowly moved down across his stomach and then through his pubic hair.

"Don't you have to watch a dirty film or something first?" I asked as his fingers circled the base of his penis. He shook his head no.

"Do you always do it in bed?" His hand was slowly pumping his cock.

"What's it feel like?" Still no answer. 

"Can I try?" I asked as I shifted my body down the bed and started to move my left hand towards his rearing shaft.

"Noooooo," he groaned but there was a look in his eyes and on his face that belied his words.

"It's long enough ... my hand would fit on it too," I said as I scrambled to a kneeling position next to his thigh.

"No Emily," he ordered but he couldn't disguise his excitement.

"What about your testicles ... your balls. Don't men touch them too when they're masturbating? I could sit up here," I told him as I moved to straddle his thighs.

"Don't honey!" His plea fell on deaf ears and as I settled my bum down on his thighs I reached out my right hand and cupped his balls in the palm of my hand. I squeezed.

"Gently ... gently sweetie," he begged.

"Is this better?" I asked as I lightly rolled them in my hand. My other hand closed over his cockhead.

"We can't," he protested.

"Take your hand away, I want to do it all by myself," I instructed. "Please daddy," I pled. For seconds his eyes stayed locked on mine. Then they slowly lowered in acceptance. He released his penis. My hand started to move up and down the long shaft.

"Baby," he moaned as I manipulated him.

"Am I doing it okay?" He nodded. "Maybe it'd be better for you if I was completely naked," I added. Before he could answer I'd released his cock, pulled my nightie over my head, and then recaptured his cock.

A minute later I felt his cock buck in my soft hand, then seconds later I actually felt his hot sperm as it rushed up his shaft. Wanting to feel the ejaculation on my skin I'd sorta been trying to aim it at my stomach. However, as it jerked in my fingers, the first creamy string leapt upwards, catching my cheek and chin before hanging down over my breast. Two more spurts came before I could get this rearing beast under control. "Daaaaaadddy, don't," I screeched as the second and third eruptions splashed onto my face and chest. 

Finally, with his cock partly under control, I directed the fifth and sixth spurts toward my belly button. I was giggling, almost hysterical as my father's seemingly endless supply of sperm splashed onto me. Then I purposely directed the last two creamy penile pulsations at the now gaping opening of my sex.

Eventually I rolled off my father and onto my back next to him. I was panting harder than he was. Our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"We shouldn't have," he started.

"I'm sticky ... all over," I said as I moved a finger through the strand of cum lying across my left nipple.

"Where? Here, let me," dad answered as he used a finger to scoop up a thick gob of his cum that had pooled in my belly button. He brought the laden finger to my lips, and then he painted them with the still warm cream.

"I don't think we--" I started to say but was interrupted as his sticky finger pushed into my mouth and bumped up against my tongue. 

"Clean it," he whispered. I obeyed by licking every drop of his cum off his probing, insistent finger. Then he pulled it out and got more. He did it again and again. I licked. I sucked. I swallowed. I'd never been so excited.

"I'm still sticky," I complained. "Especially down here," I added as I lightly touched my pubic hair. 

"Me too," he answered as his hand circled his still hard penis. I watched spellbound as he squeezed out another gooey drop of sperm. Then he pulled me up against him so I was nestled up against his chest.

We didn't do anything else that night. Nothing! I promise. Maybe I wanted to but we didn't. Instead we simply fell asleep in each other's arms, held together by his glue-like sperm.

But I dreamed! Of doing things I knew I shouldn't...

Wednesday -- School

The email arrived during my second period of the day -- an English Lit class. It was from someone I'd never heard of before and I was just about to consign it unread to the SPAM folder when the title caught my eye -- "Scientists Studying the Effects of Orally Administered Sperm on the Brains of Teenage Girls". 




Dad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings



WTF???

Of course I clicked it open. Who wouldn't have with that title? The email consisted solely of two Internet links. I clicked the first one open. It led me to a page in what I found out later was an obscure medical research journal. It was dated five plus years earlier. It wasn't an article, instead it was simply a boxed three paragraph description of a study that three Stanford medical researchers were planning on undertaking. The lead researcher, a twenty-nine year old female PhD named Urquhart, had postulated that male sperm contained a hitherto unknown enzyme that just might spur brain development in growing teenage brains. But it only would affect female ones according to her theory.

What a load of crap I thought to myself as I read the paragraphs a second time. And I thought Stanford was supposed to be a top school!

The second link simply led me to an individual page with no title. It was a copy of a letter with the recipient's name covered by a small hasty note that had been stapled to the letter. On the top of the hasty note was printed "from the desk of dr jane urquhart". 

Written on the note were the words; "hi bill, it was great to see you at the convention. here are some of the early results of the study I was telling you about. j. 

p.s. I already miss your hairy chest"

I knew exactly what convention this slut doctor was writing about. It was one my dad had attended in San Francisco some twenty months earlier. Oh yes I knew whose hairy chest she was talking about. Daddy's! 

I quickly scanned the page of text. The first line was the conclusion:  Brain scans of the girls who were regularly dosed with healthy male sperm over a thirty month period appear to have developed a 4-6% improvement in cognitive abilities compared to an untreated base group. The positive effects were only observed in the group of females between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one. After twenty-one or two the beneficial effects tapered off quickly.  

There is no way that this crap was true I thought as I read the words. The rest of the sheet simply had summary tables that listed the various results according to variables such as age, quantity of sperm administered, sperm motility, frequency of dosage, etc., etc.

But the second my brain had absorbed what the report said I knew that Nikki's hypothesis had been right. Daddy had been sperming us! And of course I knew, and understood why.

He'd met this Urquhart babe at the convention, or he'd known her from before, and sometime during their love making she'd let slip her little secret. She'd told him what she was working on and what the preliminary results had shown. Heck, maybe she'd wanted him to donate some of his sperm for research purposes.

What a dilemma that must have presented him! But in the end what other choice did he have? Sperm your daughter (and her best friend) or maybe let them be five percent less brainy than they could be. Dad would never have chanced not doing it and then finding out later that the theory was true.

Fortunately I'd copied the Internet page I'd opened to a Word document before I logged off because when I went back to it an hour later it was gone. It had clearly been posted to be read by one reader -- yours truly -- and then taken down. And there was only one person who could have posted it.

I didn't tell Nikki she'd been right when we ate our lunch that day. I did however give her one of the two roast beef sandwiches my father had prepared for me for lunch. 

"One thing I have to admit about your father Ems," she said between bites, "his home made mustard is great."

I wasn't sure whether to keep eating or not. Mustard a la Sperm. How gross was that? But I was hungry and it just might make me smarter. And Nikki of course was right -- the mustard did have a little kick that seemed to complement the roast beef perfectly. Roast Beef au sperm jus? What's the French word for sperm I wondered as I licked my lips.

Wednesday Night - Dad's Bed

"You sent me that email didn't you," I accused as I slipped under the top sheet on his bed. With his bedside lamp still on it was impossible for me to miss the fact that my father was again naked.

"What email," he asked back.

"And how do you know Dr. Jane Urquhart anyway?"

"Doctor Urquhart?"

"Daaaaaddy!" Still no response so I added, "You know, the one studying the effects of sperm on the developing brains of teenage girls."

Dad tried to look confused. Then he looked at me as if I was crazy. He wasn't fooling me! He'd wanted me to know or he wouldn't have sent the email. He was trying to justify what he'd allowed to happen the night before.

"How long have you been doing it?"

"If your father had been feeding you, as you describe it, it was only because he loves--"

I didn't let him finish. I understood the dilemma he'd faced. But I also knew that it had somehow gone beyond that. Last night had proven it. "When did you start?"

"Less than a year ago, only after your eighteenth birthday," he finally conceded. Knowing the dates that he'd attended the convention I guessed he'd started long before that.

"You put it in our banana splits?" He nodded. "Where else?"

As it turned out my father had put it in all sorts of different foods. Desserts, sauces, whipped creams, milk shakes (using Carmen's milk!), soups, etc., etc. "I experimented, it was sorta fun," he conceded as he told me the tale. "It gave me the perfect excuse to masturbate." He'd double dosed me during the weeks I'd stayed with him to make up for the weeks I stayed with mom. And of course every time I packed up to go to mom's he'd sent me off with all sorts of sweets and baked goodies in my backpack.

"It was hard Ems, but what else could I do?" he asked in ending.

"You had to do it daddy. You love me. You love us," I said as I hugged him.

"I should have told you ... explained what I was doing and why. I'm sorry honey," dad said as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. But just before his lips touched my cheek I turned my head and received the fatherly kiss on my already moist lips. 

"So I guess we better do it again tonight," I said when our lips finally parted.

"Do what?"

"You know," I whispered into his ear as my fingers found his hardness.

"We can't," he answered even as he lengthened in the palm of my hand. "Last night was a mistake honey."

"You have two growing girls to feed," I said as I circled his balls with my other hand.

"I've got some ready in the freezer ... besides we don't have a container to catch it in," he protested between groans. 

"It would save us washing the dishes if we could deliver it directly," I cooed in my dad's ear. Then I lightly kissed his lips again before trailing my lips down onto his chest. I kissed a nipple. He moaned. "And it would save you from having to do any cooking," I added before I kissed his other nipple.

"I'll have to prepare some for Nikki in the morning anyway," dad said as his fingers trailed through my hair. But he did nothing to stop me as my mouth moved lower. I kissed the very tip of his cockhead first. Tasted the drop of precum that had formed at its opening.

"Nikki's smart enough already," I said, then licked right around his cockhead.

I'd never really liked the concept of blow jobs before that night. I'd done it for Greg once but it had been yucky and he hadn't tasted very good. And then he'd had trouble getting a hard-on afterwards. He'd blamed me! 

But this was different. Dad's penis was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I loved it! Of course there was no way I could get it all into my mouth. Not that first time anyway. 

But I kissed it. Everywhere! And I licked it from head to toe. And then under and over. And I sucked the big cockhead into my mouth. And as my mouth worked my hands were busy. 

Talk about a mouthful! I think I got a triple dose when the plunger on daddy's big needle was finally pushed.

And I loved the taste of it. Was it because he was my daddy? Or maybe I'd just got used to the taste...

Thursday -- School

I showed Nikki a copy of the Urquhart report at lunch the next day. Simply put it next to her tray. "I found the letter in dad's room, I copied it," I said. I watched her slowly chew her food as she read the words. I saw the exact instant when understanding came into her eyes. 

"Oh my gawd ... it's true," she finally mumbled. "He has been banana split sperming us!"

I didn't answer. Instead I bent over and pulled a plastic container from my purse. 

"What is it?" she asked as I removed its cover.

"Creme Brulee," I answered as I stuck a plastic spoon into the caramel colored treat.

"Your father made it?" Nikki had a horrified look on her face. I nodded.

"What's in it?" she asked as she watched the spoon as it approached her lips.

"Open wide," I lured, then licked my lips.

"You're just making it up aren't you? To get even for last Sunday." I pushed the laden spoon between her lips. I made her eat every last drop.

"Where's yours?' she asked after she'd finished the desert.

"I had mine fresh this morning ... on my blueberries," I said with a wink.

'You're so full of shit."

"You were right."

"About what?"

"It is big. Very,very beeg."

"What is?" I picked up my tray and stood up. Nikki rushed after me.

"You didn't see it. No way. You're just trying to get my--"

I turned back towards my friend. When she was close enough I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You're the lucky one. Guess where daddy's going to plant his big sequoia on Earth Day?"

"What big sequoia?" 

"His sperm making one."

"His penis? He's going to plant it somewhere? Where?" 

"Well he certainly can't plant it in his daughter can he? Which leaves whom?"

"In me?" Nikki whispered. 

My friend was pretty smart after all. Maybe Daddy's sperm had made her smarter.

Thursday Night -- the McIntosh House

Nikki stayed for dinner with us that night. She often did when I was staying at dad's so it was no big deal. We'd do our homework together after school and then troop down for dinner. Daddy had also invited Carmen to dinner and that was rare. We were trying hard not to but Nikki and I must have continually stared at her and acted nervous because after the first course, while we were waiting for daddy to bring in the dessert, she suddenly asked, "Your daddy told you didn't he?"

"Told us what?" Nikki asked even as I nodded yes to the question.

"I don't mind. In fact I'm glad you know," she answered.

"You had a baby?" I asked. Carmen nodded.

"You're really still lactating?" Nikki asked.

"Uh huh." Then, as daddy came through the door with a lemon meringue pie in his hands she turned to him and said, "Aren't I daddy?"

Daddy? Wasn't she the mommy and daddy the baby?

"Aren't you what?" my father asked as he set the pie down in front of me. It had always been my job to serve out the desserts. "No meringue for me tonight Ems, I've just got to get back on my diet," he added as he sat down. I looked over at Nikki. Her mouth was gaping open and her eyes were staring at the whipped topping on the pie. "You were saying my dear?" he said to Carmen.

"The girls were asking about my breasts ... about the milk. I think they'd like to try it." She turned back to Nikki and I. "Wouldn't you girls?"

"We didn't say that," I protested but my head was nodding yes even as I spoke. Both the Nikkster and I then watched with wide open eyes as Carmen slowly unbuttoned her blouse. 

"We could all have some with our pie," dad suggested as Carmen unsnapped her bra. I cut a piece of pie and handed it to Nikki. She almost dropped it. Her eyes were latched onto the drop of milk that had suddenly appeared at the end of Carmen's left teat.

And so that night I tasted milk produced by a human female breast for the first time in over eighteen years, for the first time since my mother had weaned me so long ago. I mean how could I have refused? I didn't want to hurt Carmen's feelings after all she'd been through.

It tasted pretty good! Nikki liked it too but was worried about the calories. "How many calories in each serving Mr. McIntosh?" she asked after she'd swallowed more than her fair share.

"We'll discuss it on Saturday, on Earth Day," dad responded. 

"We will?" Nikki asked dubiously.

"There's a worldwide milk shortage Nikki, a shortage girls like you and Ems can help overcome," he answered with a smile. Then he asked her, "Did you like the pie?" as she popped the last bite of her pie into her mouth, then added, "I whipped the meringue up myself."

"Are we going to talk about that too on Earth Day?" she asked back.

"I think that's a very good idea dear." Nikki was still shaking her head when she left just after ten... 

****

"I told her."

"Told who what?" my father asked. He knew exactly what I'd meant. He'd just arrived in my bedroom. I'd been waiting. I'd known he'd come. It was my turn to be naked under my sheets. Dad was just wearing his pajama bottoms.

I lifted the sheet, the invitation clear.

"We probably shouldn't," he answered as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. His pajamas couldn't hide his excitement. 

"Don't you want to hear what Nikki said?" This time I lifted the sheet high enough so that he should see all of my naked body. I watched as his eyes roamed over my nakedness. As they trailed across my pubic triangle.

"What did she say?" he finally asked as he slid onto the bed.

"I told her it was much better fresh," I answered as I reached for his cock. "How I'm going to have it fresh every night from now on."

"Not tonight you aren't," my father said as his lips dipped down towards mine.

"I'm not?"

"No, tonight I'm going to give you your first lesson. In milk making," he answered.

"I don't have any milk," I said as his mouth closed on my right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth hungrily. It wasn't a sexual caress. It was a demand for nourishment.

He released my nipple for a second and said, "Not yet you don't." Then he reattached himself.

He worked on my right nipple for a good ten minutes. And then without pause he moved to my left one. I'd looked up induced lactation on the Internet that day so I knew what he was trying to do. But it would probably take months to get my juices flowing. Daddy was going to do this to my breasts a couple of times a day for the next two months?

It wasn't sexual but then again it was. At the end of the twenty minutes I was trembling all over. My sex was open. It was excited. 

"Are you finished?" I asked.

"The first course anyway," he answered.

"What are you doing?" I cried as his tongue slid down off my breast and then slowly across my stomach. He looked up into my eyes just as his lips found my clitoris.

"It's called cunnilingus," my father answered.

"Oral sex?" I asked. He nodded even as his tongue licked down and into my gaping slit. "But boys don't like doing it," I protested. Fifteen minutes and two orgasms later I had to concede that apparently Daddy did like doing it. 

My body had never ever experienced anything like it. I'd screamed hysterically when the second orgasmic tsunami had rolled through me. In fifteen minutes his tongue had done more for me than my boyfriend's cock had in six months. By an order of magnitude of at least ten times ... heck, maybe a hundred times. I'd been introduced to feelings I'd never guessed possible.

"Greg never did that?" my father asked when my body had finally stopped spasming. I shook my head no. "No one?" 

"Nikki and I tried once," I finally admitted, "but we both started giggling and..."

Nikki Hall and I had both experimented on each other growing up but it had never really worked. More than once I'd thought to myself that it would have been perfect if we'd both been born lesbians. We could have spent our lives together but it just wasn't to be. We both liked men. But we both dreaded the day when we'd find permanent male partners. I couldn't imagine my life without her.

"You know you're going to have to do the same thing to Nikki too daddy, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't," I told my father before we fell asleep.

He had to I thought as I waited for sleep to come -- there was no possible way in the world I'd be able to convey to Nikki in words what I had felt.

Friday -- School

"Do you really think your father put his stuff in the meringue last night?" It was twelve fifteen and we'd just sat down at a table in the cafeteria.

"What stuff?" I asked as I started to pull items out of my lunch bag. Daddy, who hadn't ejaculated during the night, had simply given me a little plastic container full of frozen sperm to give to Nikki for her lunch. It was in one of those containers that fast food restaurants use for mayonnaise. The contents had melted nicely during the morning.

"What is that?" she demanded when I removed the top and exposed the contents. 

"Sperm Sucre," I answered with a French accent. Dad had sprinkled a teaspoon of brown sugar into one full ejaculation before he'd put it in the freezer.

"I'm not eating it!"

I ignored her as I dipped a teaspoon into the mix. It looked yummy! So I slipped that first spoonful into my mouth.

"That's mine," Nikki protested.

"I brought one for each of us," I answered as I dipped my hand back into my lunch bag. Nikki's, as it soon became apparent, didn't have any brown sugar in it; instead dad had dropped in five or six brightly colored smarties!

Oh you are so funny dad!

After we'd swallowed our brain food I gave Nikki her marching orders for the next day. "I want you at our house at nine sharp," I ordered. "Showered and coifed and perfumed and..."

"Why would I do that? It's Earth Day for crying out loud! We clean up lakes ... or weed infested abandoned lots ... or plant trees." 

I shook my head. "We're doing it differently this year. We're going to be Earth Daying our own house for once. We're going to recreate the Garden of Eden in our own backyard."

"Yeah right! And who's going to be Adam and Eve?"

"Well there's only one male available."

"Your father?"

"You see, the sperm is working, you are getting smarter every day," I exclaimed sarcastically. "And since I'm his daughter I can't be Eve. Which leaves--"

"Actually you could be," my friend corrected. "Wasn't Eve made from a part of Adam? And which of the two of us was made by your father?"

Okay, maybe she did have a point. Certainly, when you think about it, a clone is far closer genetically that a daughter. And they were able to start the whole human race!

But I wasn't letting her off the hook that easily. "After daddy's given you your first lactation lesson tomorrow morning he's going to make love to you. And I don't want to hear another word of argument from you," I added as I stood up from the table and started to walk away.

"What are we really doing tomorrow Ems?" were the last words I heard. She was going to get cocked I thought ruefully, something I was sure daddy would never do to me.

Friday Night -- Dad's Bed

I visited dad's bedroom that night. He didn't say a word when I walked into his room naked. Both of his bedside lamps were on. I pulled the sheet off his body. He was also naked. His cock, not fully erect, still looked huge as it rested on his thigh.

"I told Nikki today that you were going to make love to her tomorrow to celebrate Earth Day," I told dad as I sat down on his bed. "That she'd have to do it since I can't."

"And what did she say to that?" my father asked. I couldn't stop my eyes from bouncing back and forth between his face and his penis. A penis that was rapidly hardening.

"She said there is no way she's going to let you milk her?"

"Did she? Well I guess she won't be able to go to Europe with us this summer then."




Dad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings



"Europe!" There had been absolutely no talk of a summer vacation in Europe between us that spring. "Who's going to Europe?"

"Well, your father has arranged to be out of the office between July 4th and August 20th and he thought that maybe his daughter would like to see Rome ... and Barcelona ... and Berlin ... and London ... and Paris--"

I simply leapt upon him! Buried his body under mine. Captured his lips and then filled his mouth with my tongue. "Oh my gawd! Really?" I finally asked as I sat up astride him with a grin spreading from one side of my face to the other. 

"Well I can only go if I'm pretty sure there's going to be a steady supply of fresh American milk."

I started to giggle. Then I leaned over and pushed my left breast into his waiting mouth. Daddy started to suck. "I'll do anything you want daddy," I whispered in his ear as his hands cupped my two breasts. "Like we did the last three nights. Even my bum," I lured.

"Your bum?" he mumbled through my nipple. His hands slid down my back and onto the roundness of my ass.

"I'm still a virgin there," I said, then felt his thumb slide down my anal crack. A second later a finger pushed against my anus.

"And you'll have Nikki for the other thing," I promised.

"The other thing?" he asked as his finger slid down past my anus and then softly moved up my other slit. 

"Yes, there," I groaned as his finger found my clitoris. "For your cock. It'll be Nikki's job." It was now lying huge between our stomachs.

He grasped my bum in both hands and slowly pulled my body up his, making me feel every inch of his hardness until the shaft of his penis was almost wedged into my opening. "And beautiful little Emily wants to go the whole summer without any cock?"

"There's those other things we can do," I said while knowing what I really wanted. Daddy read my mind! A second later he'd rolled me onto my back and was kneeling between my legs. His cockhead, leaking precum, was poised inches from my sex.

"We can't ... Daaaaaaaaddy ... oooooooooohhhh my gaaaaawd," I squealed. Looking down I could see that his cockhead had disappeared inside me. "Pleeeeeeease..." I moaned. The please, started as a request for him to stop had turned instead into a needy demand for more before the word had escaped my lips.

And then, in one long, hard, continuous plunge my father split me in two. Well that's how it felt for about three seconds before something else happened. My vagina somehow transformed itself into a perfect welcoming sleeve. All its life it had been waiting for the perfect key to unlock it. 

And daddy's key magically opened it. I'd thought that the feelings I'd felt the night before would never be matched again. The orgasm I'd had the evening before had been so mind shattering that I'd actually thought in class that day that my father's tongue precluded the need for me ever needing a man's penis inside me again. I'd thought that I could live quite happily as long as my father serviced me with his mouth.

I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG!

It wasn't just the size of his penis. Nor the fact that I loved him in a way that I'd never felt for any previous boyfriend. Nor that he turned out to be an extraordinarily talented and experienced lover. Yes all those things were important. But it was that something indefinable, almost mystical that tipped me over the edge. 

It took just seconds after his penis had fully penetrated me for me to disappear into some previously unimagined realm of ecstasy. Yes I knew where I was and who I was with. I could feel the cock as it pistoned into my clutching, squeezing sleeve. But my brain was also somewhere else, being lit up by a million exploding neurons as every nerve in my cunt was turned on.

Yes cunt! For that's what we were turned into for a few extraordinary moments. A cock and a cunt. Pure energy. 

And then, at the exact second his penis started to spew out his seed there was an answering eruption deep inside me.

****

"We could all live together, the three of us." Neither of us had said anything for over ten minutes. Small waves, like an earthquakes aftershocks I suppose, had been rippling through me ever since the mutual explosion. I had no need to ask my father how our coupling had affected him. I knew.

"Now there are two people in my life that I'll never be able to live without," I added as I rolled on top of him. My hand found his penis. Within seconds it was fully hard again. I slipped it inside myself.

"You could marry Nikki. We'd all live together."

"I'll never be able to marry Nikki honey," dad answered.

"Why not?"

"I'll have to tell you a story if you want to understand why," he said quietly. 

"A story? Now?"

"There was a nineteen year old college sophomore," daddy started. His cock was still inside me. It was still hard. Sperm was oozing out of me. I definitely didn't want to hear any story. I raised myself up and then lowered myself down.

"Tell me later," I begged. I wanted him to recreate the feelings inside me that had almost overwhelmed me. 

"He was alone that week," he continued. " It was Spring Break and the girl he was madly in love with had gone off to Trinidad with her family. The boy hadn't been invited." I hardly heard my father's words. I continued to move up and down on his cock. The tingling started up again.

"The boy didn't know it but his girlfriend already had his daughter growing inside him." Somehow daddy's words penetrated through the sexual frenzy that was fogging my mind.

"She was pregnant?" And why tell me now I wondered.

"So, on the first Saturday night of reading week, he found himself in the school library studying and not in Trinidad with his fiancé or drunk in Panama Beach with his buddies." Daddy was still moving inside of me but only in very long, slow strokes. I was close to the edge but hadn't quite fallen over it. 

"He saw her as he walked towards the coffee shop."

"Saw who daddy?" I moaned, wanting nothing more now than for him to roll me onto my back and then start doing what he'd done the first time.

"She was an English M.A. student. She'd been teaching his eight a.m. Monday morning tutorial that term. A class he hated because he was always tired and hungry when he got there."

I stuck my tongue in daddy's ear even as the words 'M.A. student' lodged somewhere in my brain. 

"He bought her a coffee that night. They talked. It turned out she was married but was separated from her husband for the school year while she finished her degree and her husband started his PhD at a school halfway across the country."

I bit daddy's ear. In response he exploded upward with his hips and rammed his penis halfway up into my womb. Then he gave me a not so gentle slap on the bum.

"He walked her home. She invited him up. They opened a bottle of wine. Neither planned it or even really wanted it. They were just lonely."

I was listening to daddy's words now. "He was engaged! She was married," I protested as I realised what he was about to tell me. And why was he telling me anyway? And why, for crying out loud, now?

"They had sex for three days straight. They only left her bed to eat and pee."

"She was bad," I accused, for some reason blaming the unknown woman.

"It was sex honey. That's all. Sex that happened by accident. It was just two animals coupling, driven by the need that had been implanted in our genes by whoever created us."

"I wish you'd stop talking and implant your need a little faster in me," I teased. Actually the story had started to grab me. Curiosity about why he was telling it to me was fighting the itch that was throbbing in my fully stuffed pussy.

"He left her apartment on Friday morning. He saw her every Monday morning for the rest of the term but they never mentioned what had happened between them again. She got her degree that spring and then left and joined her husband in the Midwest. There were no goodbyes between them."

"Did he marry his fiancée?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"That summer," dad confirmed. 

"And then they lived happily ever after? And our hero never saw the evil, married seductress again?" I asked, then licked the tip of his nose. I suddenly realized that daddy was the so called hero of the tale. That it was a true story he was telling me. We kissed for a minute or two. I picked up the rhythm of my hips, quickening the pace of my downward thrusts. My orgasm started to build deep inside me. I was still curious about why he was telling about this long ago episode of cheating. 

"Not for almost six years," my dad answered. And then I knew. The knowledge struck me like a bullet tearing through my brain. I stopped moving and sat perfectly still on top of him.

"She had your baby didn't she?" He nodded, not bothering to deny the obvious. 

"And she was almost the exact same age as his real daughter was, wasn't she."

My father interrupted. "I got home from work that day and she was sitting in the kitchen talking to your mother. You two girls were running around up to your usual mischief."

"We were five?"

"I almost fell over. Nikki had been coming around to the house for a couple of weeks but I had no idea who her mother was. She was as shocked as I was. Somehow we got through the pleasantries of the introduction without your mother realising something was wrong."

I had to say it! I had to. "Nikki is my sister?" Of course she was! Somehow we'd both known it the second we'd met fourteen years earlier.

"That's why you said you'll never be able to marry her?" 

In answer daddy finally rolled me over onto my back. Then he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I protested. I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask. "No wait ... I want to know about--" 

My father didn't wait. And within seconds my questions were forgotten. The second time was more explosive than the first. Neighbours three houses away must have heard my cries.

Later that night we talked...

Saturday -- EARTH DAY - Nikki

"C'mon, what should I wear?" Nikki asked in her whiniest voice. It was eight thirty in the morning and she was calling from her place. I was still in bed. My father was next to me. We were both naked.

"I asked daddy last night and he told me we're truly going to get back to nature today. We're going to go nude -- all day long."

"Emily!" 

"And you should probably trim your pubes too. Daddy said he prefers a neat pubic bush."

"Shut up!" Then the Nikkster hung up. Dad and I showered together for the first time that morning. But we didn't make love while doing it. I definitely didn't want my father tired out when my younger sister arrived.

****

"C'mon Emily what are we really doing today?" She'd just rushed up the stairs and into my room. She never knocked when she came into our house. She just barged right in.

"What are you doing?" she asked when I let the straps of the summer dress I was wearing slip off my shoulders. I unsnapped my bra. A second later I pushed my panties down my legs.

"Your turn."

"What, we're both just going to walk around your father's house bare assed naked?"

"Yup, it's for Earth Day honey," I answered as I started to pull her t-shirt over her head. It was one of those olive green, yucky, 'Save the Planet -- Earth Day 2007' ones. I'd thrown mine out a week after I'd gotten it.

"What do my boobs have to do with Earth Day anyway?"

"Daddy will explain everything later."

"Don't," she ordered as I unsnapped her bra. 

"He decided we'd postpone your first 'induced lactation' lesson until this afternoon," I said as I slipped her lacy, lilac colored panties down off her hips. "What's with these anyway?" I asked as I twirled the sexy cloth in the air.

"So what are we going to do this morning then?"

"The tree planting."

"What tree planting? In your back yard?" 

"Daddy's already put the mattress next to the flower bed," I answered as I took her hand and led her towards the door.

"The mattress? You're crazy! I'm not coming. Do you think I'm going to prance down the stairs starkers?"

"So I should tell my father that you've decided you don't want to accompany us to Paris and Rome this summer?' I asked, then slipped out the door of my room.

"Emily ... Emmmmileee," I heard hissed at my back but of course I didn't stop. 

"Paris?" drifted down to me as I descended the stairs. Looking up I saw my best friend with her boobs hanging over the railing. 

"Well I've agreed to feed him and to do some of the other things while we're in Europe but I can't do that," I told her. Nikki inched onto the top stair.

"What other things can you do? And what can't you do?"

I just patted my rear end and continued towards the living room. Nikki, naked as the day she was born, had managed to cautiously slink down almost to the bottom of the stairway when my father appeared in the doorway. He too was naked. And he was erect! He held a garland of bright flowers in each hand.

"Happy Earth Day honey," he said as he embraced me in a quick hug. Then he set one of the garlands on my head.

He turned towards Nikki. She looked like a frightened dear as she hovered uncertainly on the bottom step. Her hands had flown to protect her boobs and her pussy. Daddy started walking towards her. She looked ready to flee.

"And a happy Earth Day to you my beautiful Nikki," he said as he held out the garland in offering.

"Your daughter is crazy Mr. McIntosh," Nikki whispered while letting dad put the flowers on her head.

"She says you don't want to come to Europe with us this summer."

"I never said that! You know I didn't say that Emily," she accused.

Daddy bent down and slipped his arms under her knees and around her back and then easily lifted her up into his arms.

"I have a boyfriend Mr. McIntosh," she said as he carried out through the patio doors. 

"It's too big sir," she said when he dropped her on the mattress he'd put out in the garden earlier.

"No it's not," I answered. "I was able to get all of it in my mouth easily."

"You're a liar," she said as she watched my father climb up on the bed between her legs. I picked up my video camera from the patio table. Nikki's eyes, flicking from daddy's cock to his face and then to mine saw the camera when I pointed it at her. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"I'm capturing your Earth Day deflowering for posterity."

"I'm not a virgin!"

"Well it's not my father's or my fault that you're a slut," I answered as I pointed the camera at daddy's penis. It was just inches away from my little sister's opening. "Beside how will they know?"

"How will who know?" she asked but her eyes were now back on the penis that was slowly levering itself inside her. 

"The World Earth Day Committee wants every person who makes a commitment today to post a film of it on their YouTube site," I said as I watched Nikki's pussy close behind the ridge of daddy's cockhead.

And then he slammed it home. Nikki shrieked. My camera hummed. Daddy pulled it almost all the way out. Then he thrust again. Nikki groaned. 

My best friend seemed to love my father's cock as much as I had. And I was pretty sure YouTube wouldn't let me post this video!

****

"What do you think you're doing?" Nikki had been lying on her back, trying to regain her breath, when I'd climbed up on the bed between her legs. I'd just put my hands on her thighs and started to lower my head when she'd asked the question. Dad was lying next to her.

"And what do you call that stuff leaking out from between your legs?" I asked as I ran a finger up her inner thigh and caught some escaping sperm.

"You're not going to--". The second my tongue touched her clitoris she stopped talking. I licked up and down Nikki's slit, capturing as much of daddy's brain food as I could. 

"You are so gross," she finally sputtered out. 

"My I.Q's going to be much higher than yours," I shot back. Then I moved over until I was kneeling between daddy's legs. I lifted his penis into my hands and squeezed.

"You can't! He's your father." My tongue dipped down and licked the drop that had formed on it away. Then I straddled him.

"You can't, it's against the law," Nikki said as she watched me hovering above daddy's cock. 

"There's one more big McIntosh tree we have to plant today," I said as I lowered myself until my sex, already distended and full of blood, touched the tip of my father's sticky penis. "For the good of planet earth," I added.

"Don't," she said desperately as daddy's cockhead slowly disappeared inside me.

"I have something I have to tell you."

"Now?" she asked, her eyes locked on the penis that was splitting me.

"Sit on daddy's stomach ...here, facing me," I invited as I tapped daddy's belly button.

"Why," she asked but still climbed on top of my father, straddling him and then dropping her bum so it sat on his stomach. Our breasts were almost touching. I started to slowly move up and down.

"Kiss me," I invited as I put my arms around her. As our lips met daddy started to slowly thrust his hips up and down. His cock threatened to drive me insane! "Slower daddy," I begged, "I've got to tell Nikki the story."

And so, with my father's cock deeply embedded inside me, and with my arms around her, I told Nikki Hall of a Spring Break liaison that had occurred more than nineteen years ago.

I told her the story of her mother and my father. Of how a chance meeting in a College coffee shop between a boy who was slightly pissed off at being left behind by his girlfriend and his tutorial instructor led to four days of wild sex.

"Mom got an M.A. in English," Nikki offered when I mentioned what the girl had been studying. I hadn't yet told her that it in fact was her mother.

"They shouldn't have done it, it was wrong. She was married and he was engaged," she protested when I described how they'd fallen into bed.

"And they never saw each other ever again?" Nikki asked when I explained how they'd separated after four days.

"Not for almost six years," I answered. "Daddy and mommy got married that summer."

"Daddy and mommy? Your daddy and mommy?" She looked back over her shoulder at dad. His hands, which had been caressing her breasts all through my recital, slid down off them and onto her hips.

"You cheated even before you got married Mr. McIntosh?" But before any explanation could be made the realization of the identity of the other guilty party hit her. "Oh my gaaaaawd!" she groaned as she scrambled to turn her body around so she could face my dad. 

"You're my father Mister McIntosh?"

At that exact second Dad's penis erupted inside me. 

****

He lay between us on the bed, his still half hard penis, a bubble of white cream oozing out of its one eye, lying across his thigh. Tears were slowly sliding down Nikki's cheeks. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on her lips before licking away her tears. 

"So you won't be able to marry daddy either," I said in my most teasing and mischievous voice. "And since I'm the eldest daughter that means--"

"That means that you're the biggest slut--"

"SLUT! Who was it who started all this by showing her boobs to my poor innocent father?"

"Innocent! He fucked my mother!"

"It was her fault! Imagine, a married teacher seducing one of her students." We were both smiling as we faced off over daddy's chest. My father simply lay there looking bemused.

"You were a very bad man Mr. McIntosh," Nikki accused.

"Well then we're not going to give you any more of his brain food if you feel like that," I said, then bent over and lifted his penis off his thigh.

"WE? We who? He's my father too," she replied. "Aren't I Mr. McIntosh."

"Hah! You don't even call him daddy," I scoffed as I took my father's cock into my mouth. A second later my best friend's lips were licking the base of her father's shaft. It had turned out to be the best Earth Day on record!




Dad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings



THE END

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