25 comments/ 183422 views/ 29 favorites Just A Cop's Cock Ch. 01 By: scouries The following story is Part 1 of a two part fictional tale of Romantic Incest that features sexual intercourse between a brother and his sisters as well as a father and his daughter. All the sexual intercourse described involves only people 18 yo and older. Part 2 is written and has been submitted and should be out within three or four days. Please enjoy...and I'd certainly would love hearing your opinions of the story (vote or public comment or e-mail, thanks... *** Scene 1: Emergency room, Mercy Hospital, Sunday night *** "Oh Chriiiiiiiiiisst!" I screamed, or I thought I did. "Constable? Constable Esposito?" I heard from somewhere behind the lights that seemed to be all around me. Then I saw a huge black woman menacingly appear through the glare. "Don't shoot bitch," I tried to scream as her hands moved towards me. "We gave him a shot...on the way over," I heard from somewhere in the background. "Get his clothes off," another voice ordered. I went away for a few seconds, then came back to find my uniform off...could feel the cool air on my chest. Saw the blood soaked bandage just next to my heart. Oh fuck, I moaned inwardly, slowly remembering. "Cut off his shorts, hurry nurse," I heard ordered in an authoritative, female voice that just had to belong to a doctor. Then I was suddenly aware of the pain coming from my groin. Watched as my boxer shorts were pulled from me. Saw the huge stain of red blood on them. "Not my cock, please god, not my cock," I begged, then tried to lift my head to see what damage I'd incurred. "It's still there Constable," the doctors voice said as somebody's hand tried to hold my head down. "Don't know how anyone could have missed it though," another voice said, the black nurse I thought, a Jamaican. And even as I felt the four women hard at work on me around the table I couldn't miss the giggles that had escaped from every mouth at the Jamaicans words. "You just may live Constable," the doctor's voice said soothingly. "They missed your heart and just nicked your...your male attachment," she finished, unable to keep the grin out of her voice. "Your two most important organs," the Jamaican added laughing. "Certainly your biggest," another voice interjected. I suddenly realized I was surrounded by women. Fucking comedians. "I'm dying and I'm in the middle of fucking Comedy Central?" I protested weakly. Then understanding what the doctor had said, muttered, "Just nicked my prick? Where?" I demanded, struggling again to lift myself so I could see. I could feel fingers at my groin, then felt my penis and balls lifted to the side. "One bullet entered your chest and fortunately was deflected by a rib and away from your heart and out your side, a little blood, nothing too serious, a few stitches," the doctor explained. "The other bullet seems to have just nicked the tip of your penis and then entered your thigh. It's still in there." "In my cock?" I asked, my drug addled brain only getting every second word. "No, the bullets lodged in your upper thigh. Fortunately it missed the main artery. We're going to send you to surgery as soon as we get the X-rays. Should be a piece of cake constable." "Where's the surgeon?" "I'm Doctor O'Malley...I'm the surgeon," she explained. "Oh shit," I groaned. "A broad shot me and now one wants to cut off my dick." "Women troubles Constable?" somebody asked. "The story of my life," I mumbled. Then I started to get a hard-on. No shit! I got a bullet in me, blood everywhere, I'm doped up and I got a friggin hard-on growing. All five of them started to laugh, the doc, the Jamaican nurse, a small Asian nurse, a female orderly and the EMT tech, also a woman, who'd brought me in and was leaning against the wall observing. "Looks like it still works Constable Esposito," the big black woman said between guffaws. "Still don't know how anyone coulda missed hitting it though." "Everything's so big in America," the little Filipino nurse agreed. "Okay people, let's get our favorite policeman into the surgery," I heard Dr. O'Malley order. "You know what you're doing Doc?" I asked as someone started to wheel my bed down the corridor. "I mean, you've had lots of experience with penises?" "I'm not so sure about that," I heard in a chuckling Jamaican voice, "in fact I'm not sure our doctor has ever seen one quite like yours." "Jesus," I mumbled, my last words before I went under. *** Scene 2: Hospital room, Monday 10 a.m. *** I had just awoken when the gang of white coated females trooped into my room the next morning. Drowsy and still drugged I had no idea where the hell I was, let alone who these people were standing around my bed and staring down at me. "Who the fuck are you guys?" I grumbled, my head instantly throbbing the second I'd lifted it from the pillow. "Are you feeling better this morning Constable Esposito?" a voice asked. It sounded familiar but I didn't recognize the tall, red haired looker whose mouth had formed the words. "Where the hell am I?" I demanded. "Mercy General Hospital. You were brought in last night." "Hospital?" I asked but then started to remember. "Christ, my cock!" "We didn't have to amputate after all," Dr. O'Malley said deadpan, a cute, quizzical grin on her lips. "You're the comedian," I said pointing, "The sexy broad with the great body who thinks she's funny." None of the ladies surrounding my bed even broke into a smile. Most frowned. "Constable Esposito was brought in last night, bullet wounds to his chest and groin," the babe who was pretending to be a doctor said to the group of white jacketed girls who seemed to be paying a lot of attention to every word she said. I went away for a minute, when I woke up again the tall broad was undoing a bandage on my chest while she talked. Christ, she's the surgeon, I was shot, I suddenly remembered. I listened as she described my chest wound as 'minor' to the group I finally understood to be interns. Christ, I wondered to myself, is everybody working in this hospital female. I tuned back into the Doc's words as she was saying, "Fortunately the assailants second shot lodged into the fleshy part of Constable Esposito's inner thigh after just nicking the tip of his penis." As she talked Doctor O'Malley was holding my cock in her hot little hand, first displaying its tip to the interns and then lifting it away from the wound below. "Jesus doc," I muttered as the group of interns crowded even closer around my bed, all their eyes boring into the shaft that was suddenly lengthening and hardening in the doctor's warm palm. "As you can see, the constable still has a fully functioning male member," my surgeon told the gaping girls. "I'll say," one mumbled as the rest nodded their heads in agreement. After a couple of minutes more going over my wounds and treatment with the interns, Doctor O'Malley gently released my now throbbing cock and left the room followed by her students. *** Scene 3: Hospital Room, Monday 4:00 p.m. *** When I woke up in the afternoon the first thing I saw was Maria sitting in a chair next to my bed, holding my hand in her lap. I remembered everything. "Johnnnnnie!" my older sister shrieked when she saw I was awake. Then she jumped up and leaned over and hugged me before she started to rain down a cascade of wet kisses all over my face. "Hi honey," I gasped as my sister's hug brought a grimace of pain to my face. "Not so tight." "Oh Johnnie, I'm sorry," she said as she jumped back and let me go. "Oh gosh, did I hurt you?" "No, its okay," I said with a grimace. "The doc said the one in my chest bounced off, just a scratch." "A scratch? Let me see," she insisted as she pulled the sheet off my body and then undid the hospital gown. I had to order her to stop when she started to pull the tape off my chest wound. "It has to stay covered honey; the doctor doesn't want it infected." "What about your penis?" she asked. She was just in the process of lifting it off my thigh to inspect it when Dr. O'Malley burst through the door. "What do you think you're doing," she squawked authoritatively at my sister. Maria was not easily deterred. "And who the hell are you?" she demanded back, my cock still grasped in her left hand. "I just happen to be this man's doctor. He's been shot if you haven't noticed yet. Now get your hands off Constable Esposito and immediately explain just who the hell you are and what you're doing here." I couldn't have helped but notice that Doc O'Malley looked darn pretty when she was angry but still felt she was in tough with my dark haired sis. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still out of it. My penis started to fill with blood as Maria continued to grasp it. "You? A doctor? It's impossible...you're too young. Where's the real doctor? Johnnie's a policeman, he doesn't have to settle for some wet behind the ears student," my sister said indignantly. "Now go and get me someone who knows what he's doing or I'll call the police union president." Meanwhile her hand was gently squeezing my penis. Peeking, I could see that if I didn't do something these two were going to be pulling hair and rassling on the floor soon. "Dr. O'Malley?" I said while I waved a hand to try and attract my now irate surgeon's attention. A nurse rushed into the room as I talked. "Nurse, who is this woman? Why is she here? Call security," the good doctor ordered. "But Dr. O'Malley," the young nurse protested. "No buts nurse, I want this pervert out of this room immediately." "PERVERT!" my sweet sister screamed. I was tempted to close my eyes again and ignore them but finally decided I didn't want my doctor and sister carted off to jail. So instead I simply yelled, "HELP!" "What is it?" the two women asked at the same time as they turned to look at me. Their eyes were flashing in anger. "Dr. O'Malley, may I introduce my sister, Mrs. Maria Paolina Cattini. Hon, this is the world famous penile surgeon, Dr. Katherine O'Malley." "Your sister?" "World famous? Her? What is she, Irish or something?" Sis asked with a sneer. "Why was she touching your penis?" my doc demanded. "Why is some weird looking Irish girl operating on a man's penis?" my sister shot back. "She was touching his penis?" the young, bewildered nurse asked. "Weird looking?" Doctor O'Malley croaked. "I need a pain killer," I said softly, then closed my eyes. "Get him a pill," my doctor ordered and then turned to leave the room. "Oh no you don't," I heard Maria yell, her Italian/American anger fully roused, "I've got some questions for you lady." I opened my eyes just in time to see my sister rushing to follow the swiftly departing doc. Then I noticed that my little nurse was staring open mouthed at my penis. Finally she looked up and saw me watching her. "Somebody tried to shoot it?" she asked. "It's a long story," I said with a grin. "How long?' she asked, her eyes darting back to my groin. Jesus! *** Scene 4: Hospital Room, Monday, 9:30 p.m. *** "I'm not leaving," my younger sister, eighteen year old Rosetta Lucia Esposito, insisted to the nurse who was trying to shoo her from the room. Rosie had got there an hour earlier but had been standing quietly in the corner waiting as a parade of my friends and fellow cops had passed through the room. "Visitors hours are over Miss," the pretty Asian nurse insisted. "He's my brother and I'm not leaving," Rosie insisted rather belligerently as she grabbed my hand and sat down in the chair next to my bed. "I'll have to call security Miss," the nurse warned but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. "Johnnie's a policeman...the mayor gave him a medal three months ago, for bravery... we're not afraid of some play cop," Rosie announced in an authoritative voice that belied her age and her normally sweet disposition. "Rosie, maybe you better-" I started. "I'm not leaving," Rosie stated, but then almost leapt from the seat and embraced me. "Oh Johnnie, what if they'd killed you?" she asked as the tears started to flow from her eyes. Rosie stayed the night! In the chair next to the bed. At least most of the night. Drugged I slept through most of the night but did wake momentarily sometime after two a.m. and saw Rosie was talking quietly to a nurse I didn't recognize, the two of them huddled standing at the side of my bed. "You're sure it's all right? You're sure Johnnie's going to be able to...to you know-" "Have sex? Father children?" the nurse asked. "Yes," Rosie whispered, her eyes flicking to my face to make sure I was still asleep. "Oh don't worry about that, Jenny, she's the day nurse, she told me he was hard as a rock most of the morning. All the nurses were sneaking in to get a peek." "Why, is something wrong with it?" my befuddled sister asked. "Honey there isn't anything wrong with your brother's penis. I mean look at it," the nurse said and then I felt her hand circle my cock. "Haven't you ever seen it before? How many penises have you seen anyway?" "I've never seen any," my innocent sister protested. "Well you're not going to see many nicer than this one," the nurse announced, then offered, "here, put it in your hand." "But he's my brother," my sister protested even as her fingers reached for me. Oh fuck I thought, my innocent little eighteen year old Catholic School going sister is touching my cock. And in about five seconds I'm going to start hardening. "These are his balls," I heard the nurse instruct Rosie. "Here, hold them...yup, that's right. You know, I wouldn't mind jumping on your brother right now." "He's sick," my sister protested, the last words I heard before I conked out again. Rosie was sleeping innocently in the chair by my bed when I awoke just after eight the next morning. *** Scene 5: Hospital Room, Tuesday, late afternoon *** "Are they gone?" Doctor O'Malley asked with a twinkle in her eye as she watched me from the doorway. "Who?" I asked, surprised at how happy I was to see the good doc. "The ferocious Esposito sisters. Are there only two?" she asked as she walked toward the bed. She looked gorgeous. "I understand a second one showed up last night and ran off the nursing staff." "You're pretty tall, aren't you?" I asked as I let my eyes roam up and down her body. It was hard to tell just what her tits looked like hidden as they were under the buttoned up white coat. "For a woman, you mean?" "I'd heard all Penile Surgeons were short," I answered grinning. "Did you Constable? And how many penile surgeons do you know?" she challenged back with a smile and then lifted my sheet away and raised my hospital gown. "Well it's still there...and gee whiz, will you look at that, for once it isn't hard," she finished as she lifted it up and inspected it. However that wasn't true for long! "When can I go home doc?" I asked as I lengthened in her hand. "Probably Saturday, if there aren't any complications, we'll see," she answered as her other hand lifted the bandage from my inner thigh. She still had my cock held firmly in my other hand. "It looks good, the wounds closed...no infection," she said absentmindedly as she gently touched my thigh. "What about sex?" I asked, "I mean will I be able to do it fairly soon?" "They told me you weren't married Constable...premarital sex shouldn't be an issue for a good Catholic boy like you," she said with a grin, then released my penis and covered me up. None too soon either as it turned out. A couple of seconds later my hospital room door banged open. "Christ, here you are. I've been looking for you for a good half hour." It was one of those voices that just grate on you, high and whiney, and it came from a short, prematurely bald guy who stood in the doorway, an angry glare on his face. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, royally pissed off at this jerk who was breaking into my quality time with the good doc. "Oh Graham, this is the police officer who was shot, the one I was telling you about, Constable Esposito," Doctor Kathy O'Malley announced to the guy at the door. Then she turned to me and said, "Johnny, this is Geoff Moody, my husband." "Doctor Geoffrey Moody, Head Urologist," the asshole said pompously, then added, "hurry up Katherine, if we don't rush we're going to be late for the ballet. Go and get changed and come up to my office when you're done here," he ordered, then turned and left the room. "You're married? To him? The fuckin ballet," I spat out staccato like. "He's bald. And like five foot tall," I added. "Hurry fuckin up? What about the goddam patients," I said, quickly coming to a boil. "He's not bald! And he's five-seven," Kathy retorted, a blush spreading on her cheeks. "Your children will all be midgets," I said, "And why the hell is he a Moody and you're an O'Malley?" "I kept my maiden name...for professional reasons. Now you be good, I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow," she finished, then turned to go. "A midget urologist? I told you most penile surgeons were short," I shouted to her retreating back. *** Scene 6: Hospital Room, Wednesday Afternoon *** Her long, curly, red hair was unpinned and riding wildly on her shoulders when the Doctor swept into my room the next afternoon, a ferocious scowl on her face. Her white jacket, which I'd only ever seen tightly closed, was unbuttoned and flapping open, revealing a soft, light green, cashmere sweater under which two perfectly sized breasts were moving quite delightedly. "Hi?" I ventured, the question clear in my voice, my eyes flicking back and forth between her face and her luscious breasts. "They're all asses. Dumb old men who don't have a fucking clue," she muttered as she lifted my sheet. "Hospital politics?" I guessed. "They should take a few of them out and shoot them," she added as she pulled the bandage from my chest, taking my last few remaining chest hairs off with the tape. "Ouch." "Sorry," she apologized. "It's just some of these idiots think we're back in the stone age. Don't they realize that in five years there are going to be more women doctors than men in this country?" "You smell nice," I said, ignoring her complaint. "I do?" "Uh huh. Sexy hair too. And doc, to be a green sweater right now," I finished, then gave her a wolf's whistle. "Shut up you," she ordered, but there was a smile on her lipsticked lips when she added, "and try not to get an erection today." "Too late doc," I answered smiling as we both watched my penis jump upwards when she lowered the sheet to my knees and freed him. She licked her lips involuntarily even as she muttered a protesting, "Hummmmmh." "So how was the ballet?" I asked as she inspected my cockhead. "I hate the ballet...I just go because Geoffrey insists." "Me too...I mean I hate it too, well, I don't like him much either," I answered, "It's Broadway for me." "You like the theatre?" she asked, both surprise and interest in her voice. "You too?" "Daddy used to take me, like from the time I was four," Doc O'Malley said wistfully. And, over the next three or four minutes, as stories of shows seen spilled from both our lips, tales of performances and performers we'd seen, Katherine O'Malley's fingers stayed circled around my penis. And in fact, at some point her hand started to gently move up and down my straining shaft, pumping me even as she was lost in nostalgic reminiscing. Suddenly realizing what she'd been doing, she released me and jumped back from the bed. "So, am I going to be able to have sex soon? You never answered in your rush to leave last night," I asked, a clear challenge in my voice. But it's very hard to disconcert a surgeon, even a beautiful female one, and in seconds, composed again, she approached the bed and grasped my penis firmly in her hand and turned it so it was facing up towards my eyes. Just A Cop's Cock Ch. 01 "You'll heal completely Constable Esposito, but you'll have to wait before having any kind of penetrative sex until this sore completely heals. Probably another week," she said in her most authoritative voice as she pointed to the small scab that was on the edge of the thick ridge that separated my shaft from the bulbous head. "And tell your sister not to touch it either." "Always the comedian aren't you," I asked, then added, "I was lucky, wasn't I?" I was staring at how close the hopped up crackhead had come to shooting off my penis. "You were...but I'm not so sure about the female population of New York City though," Kathy countered as she arranged the sheet over me. "I've got to go," she said as she moved back from the bed. "Hey," I called. "Hey what?" she asked as she stood just inside the door. "So, did you get lucky last night...after the ballet I mean? Did the midget jump your bones?" I asked with a leer. "That's none of your business constable," she answered grinning. "C'mon, you know all my secrets...fill me in," I cajoled. "I don't think I do know all your secrets," she replied as she moved towards the door, but then turned and said, "but for your information he didn't." She then stood with her back against the door, her jacket open, her shoulders pulled back so her breasts stood like pointed beacons, a challenge in her Irish eyes. "He's a fool," I said, my eyes boring into hers. "Yes he is," she finally agreed, the challenge still in her sparkling green eyes. "What color underwear are you wearing anyway? Red to match your hair, I'll bet," I said, trying again to throw her off balance. "None of your business," she answered laughing, but her body language, the slight spreading of her legs, the way she tightened her shoulders even more, the way her nipples lengthened as they fought to escape the soft wool that held them, all belied her words. "Show me," I urged, "have pity on the poor police officer who's struggling to recover from his wounds, a man who almost lost his manhood to protect the good citizens of our fair city." "Hah! What a load of..." she sneered back but both her hands had slipped downward to the hem of her skirt. Slowly her fingers pulled the cloth upward, first over her knees and then inch by inch up her thighs until I finally caught a glimpse of the soft red lace that sat so sexily at the juncture of her milky white legs. "Jesus, I was right," I laughed as I threw my sheet off me and grabbed my throbbing shaft that was bobbing eagerly in the air. Kathy held her skirt above her waist for second after second, then finally smiled, dropped her skirt, said, "Don't aggravate your wound Constable Esposito, and I hope you have sweet dreams," then turned and left the room. They call them 'wet dreams' for good reason! *** Scene 7: Hospital Room, Thursday, 9:30 p.m. *** Visiting hours had just finished and only Maria and my two year old nephew Ricardo were still lingering in the room when Doc O'Malley entered it the next night. She hadn't been in all day. "I was afraid you'd abandoned me," I said reproachfully as she approached the bed, but I knew she could see how happy I was to see her. To my eyes she seemed to get prettier every day. "Good evening Mrs. Cattini," the good doctor greeted my sister, ignoring me. The two talked back and forth for a minute or so but it was clear their perfunctory words didn't contain much warmth. Finally my sister turned to me, her child in her arms, and said, "I better go Johnnie, it's getting late for Ricky. Here baby, give your uncle a kiss," she told her son as she held him so his face was inches from mine. Then after I'd given him a quick kiss she bent over and brought her lips to mine. Wet, urgent lips that she pushed hungrily against mine. Lips that opened and released her tongue that first probed, then penetrated deep into my mouth. Warm, moist lips and tongue that were met eagerly by mine. When we finally broke apart, Maria looked once defiantly at Kathy, then quickly left the room. After seconds of silence Dr. O'Malley finally asked, "Is she really your sister?" "It's sorta complicated Doc," I answered, unable to stop my cock from tenting upward under my sheet. "I'll bet," she answered angrily but then when I didn't answer she finally said, "Well c'mon, I got lots of time, I'm dying to hear all about it." It was a story I'd never told anyone before but for some reason I had no trouble telling this beautiful woman. "It was three days before my seventeenth birthday, Maria had just turned eighteen, Rosie was just eleven," I started, the memory of that night so sharp in my mind it could have been yesterday. "It was a Friday night and mom and dad were driving back from a Broadway show." "Your parents?" Kathy asked, clearly confused. "A salesman, who'd been out entertaining some clients, drunk of course, crossed into the oncoming traffic and smashed into my parents Honda Accord at about ninety-five miles an hour with his fucking tank. They were both dead before their car had stopped moving." "Oh Johnnie," Kathy said as she put her hand gently against my cheek. "Of course everyone wanted to split us up, send me to Uncle Joe in the Bronx, Rosie to Philly to live with mom's brother's family, Maria somewhere else. We said no...we fought them...we got a lawyer. Anyway, in the end the judge finally agreed...Maria at eighteen was old enough for the judge and we had the house, some insurance money...some money from Dad's pension. We sued the prick of course." The Doc had been absentmindedly examining the wound in my chest as I'd talked so I interrupted my story to ask, "Will I live?" "Yes Johnnie," she said gently. "You won't understand," I started, "I mean how the three of us felt...how fucked up we were. Maria and I had to try to be brave for Rosie, be positive, but it was all an act doc. I started my senior year of high school that fall, Maria was in first year at the U...we both worked nights." "Christ, I didn't go out on a date the whole fall term, shit, neither did Maria. We were like zombies. It wasn't I couldn't have got a date doc, I mean there were quite a few girls that let me know...well you know," I said with a small grin. "I just didn't want to." "I know exactly what you felt," the doc said with compassion, then slowly slid her hand across my stomach and then through my thick, dark pubic curls before circling my penis at its base. I knew she couldn't really understand but slowly started to talk again, and as the words started to flow from my lips I slid my left arm from the bed and on to her leg. "It was in the spring, a week after my eighteenth birthday, Maria had just finished her last exam," I explained as my hand slipped under her skirt and moved slowly up the back of her silky thigh. The doc had one hand cupping my balls as her other stroked me almost absent mindedly. "What happened?" Kathy whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. "She agreed to go out on a date. With a guy she liked...from school. She was all excited, her first date in over a year," I said, the memory of the night still crystal clear in my mind six years later. "I waited up for her...she got home pretty early, she didn't seem too happy," I said as the fingers of my hand moved onto my doctors firm, round, laced covered derriere. I pushed under the bottom edge of her panties and lightly traced her crack. "Johnnnnnie," Doc O'Malley groaned in pleasure as I slipped a finger under and then into her slippery, juicy center. "Maria said it had gone okay, that she'd had fun, but I knew from the way she talked it hadn't been great. I just assumed it was one of those dates where it didn't click, that's all. She went up to bed after a couple of minutes and I grabbed a shower." As I'd talked I'd been working my finger inside Kathy in an insistent rhythmic motion and her fingers had been becoming increasingly tight around my throbbing cock. "And then what happened," Kathy groaned, the muscles of her inner vagina pulsing around my finger. "I came out of the shower...with just a towel around my waist. Maria's door was open when I passed, she was sobbing. I went in, she was dressed just in a short nightie, she threw herself into my arms," I told Kathy softly. For a second I didn't want to go on, didn't want to tell this woman what I'd done. "Tell me," my doc demanded, her hand now moving urgently up and down the length of my penis even while she took care not to touch the raw wound. "We kissed, then again and again," I admitted. "My towel slipped off... I was hard against Maria's stomach...my cock. I could feel her breasts doc, her hard nipples against my chest. We shouldn't have, I know doc, but-" "But you wanted her so badly," Kathy panted, her own need clear in every syllable, "and you loved her". "Yes...we didn't think. Suddenly Maria was naked. We were on her bed...I was on top of her. Fuck, we didn't know anything, we were both virgins," I admitted. "I lifted her bum...pushed in, I had no idea. She screamed, shit, I still don't know how we didn't wake Rosie. Maria was bleeding, crying...I tried to pull out but she'd locked her legs around my back," I said remembering every second of that night. "Then I started to cum. I'd only got in half way, had only thrust three or four times before I was spurting inside my sister, pumping shot after shot of my sperm inside her." And just as I was describing the moment when I'd lost my virginity, I felt the same, almost painful, tightening in my balls and felt the first rush of creamy sperm up my shaft and watched as it arched upward through the air before it landed with a wet plop on my stomach. The doc's hand milked every thick, creamy strand from the shaft she was holding as her eyes watched my cum arc through the air. "Is this part of your therapy doc?" I finally asked, trying to release some of the tension in the room. "You didn't mess up my wound?" I pulled my sopping finger out of her at my last word and slowly brought it to my lips, inhaling her scent as I slipped the sticky digit between my lips. "I was very careful Constable," she answered then bent her head and brought her long, probing tongue to the pool of creamy cum that had accumulated around my navel. "Jesus doc," I moaned. Like a kitten lapping up a saucer of milk, Kathy licked in long greedy strokes until my stomach was clean, then lifted her eyes and asked, "Then what happened with your sister?" "That night? We did it a second time, then a third. We sorta figured it out together," I confessed, remembering the urgent couplings. "We woke the next morning entwined, shit, we were both embarrassed, didn't know what to say. We finally agreed it was a mistake...not our fault, it just happened...but that we couldn't ever do it again." "But you did, didn't you?" Kathy asked me, a drop of my sperm still hanging from her lips. "I wasn't going to; hell I knew it was wrong...but on the way home from school that day I bought two dozen condoms." "Two dozen?" my doc asked with a grin. "They didn't last long," I admitted. "We became lovers...week after week...month after month-" "You two didn't date anyone else?" It was a question but somehow I knew my answer would be no surprise to her. "Un uh. Not for a long time. She was my first...I loved her. Hell you've seen her, she's everything I could ever want." "What about Rosie? She must have found out?" Kathy had put her hand back around my still hard penis as she asked the question. Her excitement was palpable. "She was still young...we tried to be careful. By the time she'd grown up Maria was dating her husband to be," I explained. "Why'd you let Maria marry someone else?" Kathy asked eagerly. "Hell we knew doc...we knew we couldn't live together for ever. It's funny, he's a nice guy, a little older than Maria, an accountant now, she met him when she was in her third year." "He's not like you is he? Not sexy? Not big?" she asked as her hand squeezed my cock as she ran it from my thick base slowly up the hard shaft." "No, but he's not queer or something...he likes sports...on TV anyway...they make love-" "But you were always her real man weren't you? Even when they were dating? There was no way she was going to replace you was she?" "How do you know?" I asked. "And after your sister got married?" she asked, ignoring my question. "Did you still want her?" "I'll always want her," I admitted, my eyes locked on hers. "And you still sleep with her don't you? Fuck her? Your prick belongs to her, doesn't it?" Kathy insisted even as her fingers tightened around me. "And the boy?" I simply gave a quick nod of my head, acknowledging the parenthood of my nephew. "You made your sister pregnant...fucked her and made her pregnant," she accused harshly. But as I watched her I didn't sense disapproval; instead I knew my story had excited her, not disgusted her. "Since their marriage I've sort of drifted the last three years. I've slept with a lot of women...shit doc, too many." "You're looking for someone, a wife, aren't you?" Seeing the acknowledgement in my eyes she rushed on, "But your wife will have to share you, won't she? With Maria? Maybe even Rosie," she added. "Not Rosie," I protested as my balls tightened for the second time that night under the doctor's ministrations and a strand of cum hurtled up my cock and then up and out into the air. Kathy released me before the second bucking ejaculation of my penis. We both watched as my prick bobbed in the air shooting out line after sticky line of white cream. "What if I've finally found her?" I asked as my cock slowly softened. "I'm married," she answered having understood my meaning. "So let's hear your story," I said, grabbing Kathy's hand, "what's with the midget husband? Who's he a substitute for?" "What do you mean...no one," she denied as she backed towards the door, but there was a crimson blush spreading on her face as she lied. "Hey!" "What?" she asked timidly. "I'm an idiot, aren't I? I probably shouldn't have told you...about Maria I mean. I know you don't understand, about how it felt to be all alone...it's not an excuse Doc but I love her. I want you-" "I'm married." I watched her as she said those two words and couldn't help but see the sadness they caused her reflected in her face. Then, as she stood watching me from near the door, I saw a change flash across her features, could almost hear the click of a decision made come from somewhere deep in her brain. "My mother died when I was seventeen Johnnie, slowly, from cancer," I heard, the pain that lay behind the words striking me almost like a physical blow. "Kathy-" I started, meaning to offer some solace. "I know how you felt Johnnie, how you and your sisters felt. About your parents...about everything...about sex." She stopped for a second, looked at me searchingly and then went on, "I lost my virginity on my eighteenth birthday...to my father." And then Kathy turned and fled from the room. * * * * * I didn't see Kathy on Friday, she was away at a conference for the weekend, and so I was officially released on Saturday at around noon by one of the hospitals residents. Although able to walk with the help of a cane, I was wheeled out of my room in a wheelchair by my two sisters, feeling foolish as I held an armload of flowers in my lap. Rosie had received a list of instructions for my care and she and Maria almost drove me crazy for the rest of the day, flitting around me trying to anticipate my every need. Christ, they wanted me to stay in bed and piss in a milk bottle instead of using the toilet. But I couldn't get the look on Kathy's face as she fled from my room out of my mind. I couldn't wait to see Kathy again...couldn't wait to hear about her father...couldn't wait to feel her body as I slipped inside her... TO BE CONTINUED... Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Part 2 should be out in a couple of days – In it Kathy tells Johnnie her dark secret...Rosie lures her recovering brother...Maria finds herself pregnant... Hey, it's your votes and comments that make writing stories fun. Without your feedback it wouldn't be worth it to post my stories here on Literotica. Please, VOTE and/or make a public COMMENT and/or send me an E-MAIL. thanks, jim Just A Cop's Cock Ch. 02 The following story is the second and final part of a fictional tale of Romantic Incest that features sexual intercourse between a brother and his sisters as well as a father and his daughter. All the sexual intercourse described involves only people 18 year old and older. Please enjoy...and I'd certainly love hearing your opinions of the story (vote or public comment or e-mail), thanks... *** Scene 8: Esposito home, Sunday night, One week after the shooting *** It was just after eleven Sunday night and I'd been laying naked and contemplating sleep for over an hour when suddenly I felt the sheet that covered me lifted and a body slip onto the mattress beside me. "Rosie?" "I wanted to talk to you," my little sister whispered as I stretched to turn on the bedside lamp. "You've been taking to me for thirty-six hours straight," I complained, but I couldn't keep how much I loved my little sister out of my voice. "I'm tired, and I don't have any clothes on... we can talk tomorrow," I grumbled. "I've seen you naked before." "Well you shouldn't have...You know sweetie, I think it's time Maria and I went and talked to the Mother Superior about your religious vocation." Rosie was dressed in a satiny, ivory colored sleep set that did absolutely nothing to hide her teenage beauty. And given her sexy dress, for any man to even suggest that she might become a nun was almost sacrilegious, even if it was coming from her brother. "Ha, ha, ha, you're so funny," she replied as she snuggled up against me. "Stop that," I ordered when Rosie lifted the sheet and peeked under. "I'm just checking to see if it's okay. The nurse showed me how the other night." "Showed you what?" I demanded with mock anger. "The wound...on your... your little thing." "My little thing?" "Yes, I'm supposed to check it from time to time," she lied with a girlish giggle. "You're not supposed to see one until after I've escorted you down the aisle to your husband young lady. Like in about five or ten years. Now skedaddle back to your own bed." Rosie wasn't going to be dissuaded that easily! "I'm still a virgin Johnnie," she whispered. "Of course you are. What else would you be? What are you taking about?" "I'm growing up...even if you haven't noticed," she said in an exasperated teenager's voice, then nestled even tighter against me, pushing her full ripe breasts insistently against my side while she lifted one of her thighs on top of mine. "I've been on dates you know. Been kissed. Even been-" "Even been what?" I interrupted. "If someone's been fooling around with you I'll kill the little bastard-" "Johnnnnie!" "Well," I mumbled, "you're only fifteen." "Ha, ha, ha. You know I'm eighteen. I'll be going to be in university in like three months." Then after watching me for a couple of seconds asked, "Don't you think I'm pretty?" "Of course, you're beautiful, you're an Esposito," I muttered just as Rosie slipped from the bed and stood so she was facing me. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" I yelped as Rosie lifted her top over her head, then quickly bent and peeled off her panties. For seconds she stood facing me, proudly naked. "I'm a woman...even if you haven't noticed," she finally announced, then jumped back under the sheets and slid next to me. The image of her dark triangle of thick pubic hair was burned forever deep into my brain. "Of course I've noticed. Christ Rosie, what do ya want, I just got shot twice-" "I woulda killed myself-" "What are you talking about?" I grumbled, but I couldn't stop the blood that was rushing in to fill my cock. "If you had died...I would have killed myself Johnnie," my little sister said gravely. "Are you nuts," I almost yelled. I took her head in my hands, held her so her dark eyes were just inches from mine, "Listen Rosie, you have a sister who loves you. A nephew. A boy out there somewhere who'll love you so much honey...you'll have babies. Don't ever say something like that again, don't even think it," I ordered. "I almost slept with a boy three weeks ago," she suddenly blurted. "Are you trying to give me a freakin heart attack?" I groaned. "I'm sick baby." "I think of it a lot...sex, I mean...and you shouldn't swear," she admonished with some more girlish exasperation. "But you didn't?" I finally spat out, every one of my senses aware of Rosie's sexual ripeness. "I told you I was still a virgin," she said with a teenagers pout, then completely changed the subject again. "Do you like that doctor?" "What doctor?" I stalled. "Ha, ha. The tall redheaded one...O'Malley...with the great body." "Rosie, I almost died for crying out loud. I wasn't checking out the bloody doctors. Besides, she's married." "Well all the nurses and doctors were checking out you," she accused with a grin on her lips, then added, "and all the nurses think your sexy doctor is far too nice to be hooked up with her hubby. Did you see him? He's like five feet tall." "He's an ass," I agreed quickly. "So you do like her?" "She's okay," I admitted. "Johnnie, do you think I have a good body?" Rosie asked, changing the subject yet again. "Honey, I've got to get some sleep," I complained but Rosie simply ignored me and pushed the sheet down our bodies. "My breasts?" she asked as her two hands moved under them and lifted them. They were full, round breasts, and had the perfect combination of firmness and ripeness that only a young girl has for those first fleeting years of womanhood. "My nipples are too big," she complained as she slowly ran her fingers over the hard, dark red nubs. "They show through my sweaters, my shirts...when I get excited." "Well don't get excited then. Gosh honey, you're going to an all girls school for crying out loud," I complained, but my eyes were glued to her breasts. "And your breasts are fine," I said nonchalantly, my disinterest belied by my shaft which was dancing proudly upward in the air. "You get excited," she accused, then grabbed my hand which was lying between our bodies. "I'm a man, we can't help it," I said as I watched her bring my hand to her breast. I didn't resist. I softly squeezed the satiny smooth skin then let my fingers close on the dark nipple that sat so proudly atop it. "No ones ever touched them, at least not when I was naked," she said as her hand released mine and then slipped down and across my stomach. "Ohhhh," she groaned as I stretched the fat bud, "definitely not like that." "Did someone touch them when you were dressed," I tried to demand fiercely but she wasn't fooled. "I want you to be my first," she said softly as her fingers circled my penis. My hand seemed to have a life of its own as it moved over her chest, cupping, then caressing, her virgin breasts. "You're first what honey," I groaned. "And no ones ever touched me here Johnnie," she whispered as she guided my fingers that had been caressing her breasts downward until she pressed my palm against her thickly pelted mound. I immediately felt the stickiness as my middle finger ran up and down her slit. "Rosie, I'm your brother," I groaned, my cock throbbing in her hot, damp palm. "When you're better...I know you can't now," she said as she leaned over me so that her lips were just inches from mime. "I want you to be my first...like you were for Maria...I want you inside me." "Maria? What do you mean," I asked, trying to stall even as my blush gave me away. "We'll talk about it tomorrow Johnnie, you're sick, you need your sleep," Rosie answered as she gave my penis one last squeeze, then released me while nestling her body closer to mine. "We won't talk about it ever again," I said, "Now c'mon, get out of here, your poor sick brother has got to get some sleep." "The nurse told me I should stay close to you...all night, just in case you need anything," she said as she pushed even tighter against me. "I love you," she whispered then captured my lips in hers. It took a long time before we finally fell asleep in each others arms. *** Scene 9: Doctor O'Malley's Office, Monday 5:15 p.m. *** "You're late," Doctor O'Malley accused when I was escorted into her office by her receptionist late Monday afternoon. I was walking with the help of a cane. "I've had a crappy day too doc...hell, I still can hardly walk and my sisters want me to pee in a bloody milk bottle. And the last time I had sex," I grumbled, but with a smile on my lips. "You can go Sally," the doc instructed her giggling girl, "I'll clean up; just lock the outer door when you leave." "You sure Doctor O'Malley?" the girl asked but I could see she was relieved she didn't have to wait til I was done. "Hi beautiful," I said to my lovely, red-headed doctor when Sally had finally left. "Always trying to be the charmer eh?" she complained but with a smile in her eyes. "So, how're you feeling," "How do you think? My sisters are both driving me crazy and this girl I've got a crush on only likes short guys. And I haven't made love with a woman in two weeks," I teased. "Abstinence is good for the soul Constable, now go in the examination room and get naked," she ordered. "Is it?" I asked. "And when was the last time you made love to a man anyway?" I said as I hobbled to the little alcove that held an examination table. When I was stripped I stood with my butt leaning back against the table, my knees spread, my cock standing at attention. "You're supposed to wear the robe," Kathy chastised as she moved towards me. As she removed the bandage that covered my chest she was standing between my knees, close enough that my penis was lightly bobbing against her stomach. "It looks good," she said as her fingers traced along the mostly healed pink line that showed the path of the bullet. "This looks much better too," she said as her hand circled my penis and she bent and slowly examined my cockhead. "It does?" "But you'll still have to wait a couple more days," she answered to my unasked question. "And for your information officer it has been over a year since I've been with a real man," she then added, answering my original question, then she gave me a gentle squeeze. "That long? Who was he? It certainly wasn't your hubby." "None of your business." "Was it your dad?" I pressed. "I shouldn't have told you anything," she answered, blushing as she delayed. "It would never work with us...it'd be just sex," she added, a plea in her green eyes that were boring into mine. "And what's wrong with that?" I asked even though I knew it wasn't ever going to be that simple between the two of us. "No, now c'mon, tell me the story; I've been waiting all weekend. Ya tell me you sleep with your dad and then you just walk away?" "No, I shouldn't," she refused but I sensed she wanted to and just waited. And she finally did, hesitantly at first, then more and more coherently. She told me how her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer the week she'd started her junior year of high school. "They operated...she lost a breast. Then radiation...chemotherapy...we hoped, daddy and I, that it would be okay. But it had already spread, just after Christmas they found more." There were tears on Kathy's cheeks as she talked. Fucking cancer I thought to myself, realizing at the same time that she'd probably had it worse than me. "She was sixty-eight pounds and in continuous pain when she finally died seven months later," she said as tears poured down her cheeks. "It was a week before my senior year of high school was to start...I was seventeen and a half...a virgin..." "I know now that what we did wasn't wrong, that it wasn't my fault," she continued seconds later, her sad eyes watching mine. "It's perfectly normal. There are a hundred studies on the subject...it's normal for a daughter to-" she said almost defiantly. I put my hands on Kathy's head, then quickly undid the knot that held her long, curly red hair up and let her tresses tumble down and over her shoulders. I cradled her head in my hands. "To what?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. "When mom was sick I did all the cooking, the washing up...all the little jobs. I didn't go out once my junior year of high school...I almost failed my courses. Then when she died-" "You were lost, I know," I encouraged, remembering the loss I'd felt, then I gently caressed her cheek. "We were like you when your parents died...we were so unhappy Johnnie. I tried to do everything mommy had done...I tried to replace her for Daddy. God, my senior year was shitty, all I did was study and then rush home and clean the house, do the laundry, cook, think about boys-" "What about them?" I asked softly as I pushed open Kathy's white doctor's jacket and then slowly undid the buttons on her black silk blouse. "BOYS! I didn't have a goddam clue. I'd lie in bed...I'd touch myself Johnnie," Kathy cried, then moaned softly when my hands found her breasts through the soft, white, lace trimmed bra I knew she'd worn specially for me. "On my eighteenth birthday Daddy took me out to dinner...at some fancy place. He even let me have wine," Kathy said remembering. "God, it was a disaster...we were both so unhappy...we were both crying when the waiters brought the special birthday cake daddy had ordered and started to sing Happy Birthday to me." "You're beautiful," I said reverently as I slipped the bra off her breasts and lightly moved my fingers across her puffy aureoles and onto her straining pink nipples. "Later, after we got home," she started, ignoring my comment even as she arched her chest harder into my hands, "I was lying in bed thinking, I was touching myself, I knew I had to do something...I was wet...I wanted to help daddy so much... Christ, I was a clueless virgin and daddy hadn't had sex in over a year," she said as she shook her head sadly. "I won't lie...I'd been thinking of it...of sex with daddy...I'd dreamt of him Johnnie...in me...fucking me," she admitted softly. "I wanted to replace mommy...to be daddy's lover...to have his cock in me...to really be his wife." "I took off my nightgown, dabbed on some of mom's old perfume...then I walked down the hallway to daddy's room. I was naked...my nipples were tingling I was so excited. His door was partly open Johnnie," Kathy whispered, clearly reliving the night. "I pulled down his sheet...then I undid his pajamas. I could see it in the moonlight that flooded the room...lying there on his thigh. I'd never seen one before Johnnie," she insisted as her fingers slid down onto my penis. I undid Kathy's skirt as she talked, then quickly glanced down and could easily see the red pubic strands that were escaping from the edges of the thin white panties that matched the bra I'd already stripped from her. "Daddy was asleep and he didn't stir when I touched it. It grew Johnnie...like yours," she added as she looked into my eyes and gave a possessive squeeze to my now throbbing cock. "What happened?" "I climbed up onto the bed...then I crouched over him, astride his legs, not touching him, my rear just above his thighs. I slowly moved my hand up and down...I was careful Johnnie...I was afraid he'd wake. He got so big, almost as big as you," she marveled, remembering the feel of rubbing her fathers smooth, hard cock even as she pumped mine. "I slowly lowered myself until the head of his penis was just touching my slit, my hair...I was wet, so wet...so excited, I wanted it inside me," she moaned as I moved my hands over her mound. "You fucked him?" I asked as my fingers found her clit and then softly caressed it. "I lowered myself, his big cockhead got stuck, I didn't think it could go in Johnnie...then it wouldn't go any farther." "Your hymen?" "Yes. Then Daddy started to wake...I was scared...I didn't know what to do...I rose up, then pushed myself down so hard...it hurt...oh god, I yelled out in pain...I was bleeding...daddy woke...he recognized me. He tried to push me off...oh god, he tried to fight me...but I kept lifting and lowering myself...again and again. As I rode him I could feel my blood trickling down his penis. He was suddenly all the way in, filling me. Then he started to move...he'd stopped fighting it. He rolled me over, then he started to thrust into me. Ohhh Johnnie," she moaned as I slipped a finger up into the doctor's molten, moist cave. I kept yelling, " Fuck me daddy....please...fuck me...more...yes daddy...ohhh yesss..." "I came that first time, I was bleeding and sore but suddenly my insides were spasm-ing, squeezing his big cock as my juices lubricated it. Then he started to shoot his seed inside me...it was like a showerhead pulsing a warm liquid stream right up inside me Johnnie. Deep inside. Again and again he spurted...it felt so good...I loved it...loved everything about it. His thing inside me, his cum, the way my orgasm shook me...oh I love him so much...I still love him," she groaned, tears again in her eyes. I stayed silent when she finished, I knew she had much more to tell. "We lived together as man and wife for two years, my last term of high school and my first two years of pre med," she said softly when she resumed. "We were insanely happy. I'd rush home from school...as soon as he got in the door we'd tear each others clothes off. I'd suck him, suck his big cock Johnnie. Then we'd fuck...everywhere... on the carpet...in the kitchen...in the shower...we were perfect together," she ended with a wistful tone in her voice. "What happened," I prompted after she'd remained silent for seconds. "It was crazy. We loved each other...but we were ashamed. Both of us. We couldn't talk about what we were doing, what we were feeling. It was guilt and shame and a hundred other things," she said sadly. "We started to have little arguments...over nothing. At first they'd just be small outbreaks that we'd end by making love. But they got worse as the months passed. One night we finally had a huge argument. I accused him of raping me, of being a beast, an animal, the worst father in the world. He called me a slut, a little whore who'd stolen the memory of his wife from him. Who'd seduced him almost before mom was cold in her grave." "I said I hated him." "Oh baby," I consoled, then moved to lift her into my arms. "It was horrible, hateful, it was an argument we could never forget. Making love didn't help. The ugly words we yelled at each other hung in the air for weeks. I transferred schools a month later." I lowered her and placed her bum on the edge of the examining table and spread her knees, exposing her pink insides. "You can't Johnnie, you're penis," she warned as I moved between her legs, my cock swinging high and hard against my stomach. "I want to taste you, taste your sex," I said as I bent my mouth towards the engorged lips of her vagina, towards the unhooded, naked, now bright red clit that beckoned. "We shouldn't," she protested, but then leaned back and moaned in pleasure as my wet tongue licked up her moist slit and then found her trembling bud. "What happened with your dad, afterwards I mean," I asked after pulling my lips from her clitoris. "Did you ever-" "Have sex with him again? I went away to school...tried to forget him. I was almost twenty-one, in med school...I was studying hard," she said as her hands moved to the back of my head and pulled me even harder against her mound. "We hardly talked, we'd phone each other every couple of months, but usually one of us would slam the phone down in anger before we'd said ten words. I had sex with maybe six or seven guys over the next two years. I'd pick them up...in bars, fuck them, then use them for a month or two-" "You were trying to replace your dad?" I asked after lifting my head momentarily from her now slippery trench, knowing how I'd felt after Maria had married, remembering the countless girls I picked up night after night. Impersonal fucking that never came close to what I'd felt with my sister. Just A Cop's Cock Ch. 02 "No. I pretended to myself that I was normal, that I was over daddy, that I wanted a real man. Yeah right, so how come I always picked guys who were weak? Losers. I always picked men I knew couldn't satisfy me. Small men, not like you or daddy," she admitted as I raised my eyes and stared into hers. "Daddy's like you." "He is?" I whispered. "When he comes into a room every woman knows." "Knows what?" "They know that he's a man. Know that he'll be better than whoever they're sleeping with now. They know he has a big cock. They react to him just like they do to you. They're scared of what he'll make them feel." "Do I scare you?" I asked. "You scared me from the second I saw you in the emergency room," she answered, then continued her story, "Daddy married some woman six months after I left. Then he divorced her a year later. I came home for Easter when I was in fourth year, just weeks after his divorce. I hadn't seen him in over a year. I didn't get six feet past the front door before he grabbed me and threw me to the floor. Ripped my clothes off me." "He raped you?" "Shit, I ripped the buttons on his shirt I was so hungry for him. We raped each other. We were like animals rolling around the living room, fucking and sucking and yelling and...oh Christ Johnnie we screwed non-stop for three days. I was hungry for him...for his maleness...his big cock. It was so good." "Good? So you and your dad were ok after that? Got back together?" "Yeah right," she answered almost contemptuously, "I went back to school and didn't talk to him for six months. Dad married and divorced a second time. Meanwhile I dated some more guys that couldn't in a thousand years ever replace him." "That's when you met the midget?" "No, it was later. After I'd graduated and was working in the hospital. He was here...we dated...we each had something the other wanted." Seeing my quizzical look she went on, "He wanted a wife...respectability, I wanted to marry, to prove I was finished with daddy." "But that's stupid." "Of course it is. And he's gay." "What? Your husband's queer?" "He's never said anything...We've never talked about it. I don't even think he's ever acted on it. I mean he does try to sleep with me from time to time but it's hopeless. He knows. Having me has let him not have to face the truth. He's the successful doctor with the beautiful wife." "Poor bastard," I mumbled. "And I don't have to face the fact that the only man who has ever made me happy in bed is my father. That the only penis I've ever wanted-" "So far you mean," I threatened, moving forward so that my hard cock was trapped between our stomachs. "We did it again...one more time," she admitted, her confession not quite finished. "A year ago...the day of my wedding. I was at home...dressing for the wedding. He came into the room...watched me for a minute as I stood blushing in my bra and panties. Then he slowly undid his belt...lowered his pants. Then he just pulled off my panties, bent me over and fucked me. Hard. Made me come. It took like two minutes. Then he made love to me...slowly...but hard, deep. Neither of us said a word the whole time." "Christ, we got to the church late. As he walked me down the aisle I could feel his sperm oozing between my legs. His last words to me, whispered just before he delivered me to my husband, were, and I quote him directly, that 'we'll always want each other honey, we'll be making love long after you've left this little prick'" "Sweet Jesus," I mumbled. "So now you know my story. Little miss perfect doctor. Except I walked to the altar pantyless, dad's cum dripping from me. Except I'm married to a bossy little queer with a small dick and the only man I still want to sleep with is my dad. And maybe you," she added, looking deep into my eyes. "We're two real losers aren't we Johnnie? Fucking our fathers, our sisters...we're abnormal." "You know we're not," I insisted as I pulled her naked body even tighter against mine. And then, as I held her in my arms, my cock hard against her stomach, I told her what had happened the night before...about how Rosie had slipped into my bed, of what she'd said. "You're going to sleep with her too aren't you?" Kathy asked when I'd finished. "I can't," I protested. "You will," she accused but there was no disapproval in her voice. "But-" "You'll fuck us both," she predicted. "And I'm finished with little boy fucking Johnnie, I've had enough of those," Kathy promised, then grabbed my balls and gave them a hard squeeze. "I want a hard fucking... a Johnnie Esposito big cock fucking...a daddy fucking," she hissed, then let my sack slip from her hands. "I want to know...know if there's someone else in the world besides daddy who can make me cum-" "You'll cum," I promised, "This weekend...we'll make love all weekend...come to dinner Friday night." "Friday?" "We have a family dinner every Friday night...Rosie, Maria, me... Bring a toothbrush," I ordered. "A change of clothes too?" she asked mischievously. "You won't be wearing any clothes til Monday morning Doctor O'Malley," I warned with a growl, then captured her lips and kissed her. "Promises, promises," she laughed when I released her. "I love you." "You do not...you're just a horny old cop who wants to take advantage of a poor married woman," she teased. "Hah, poor married woman, an over sexed little daddy's girl is more like it," I teased back. We kissed for a while before I left... *** Scene 10: Esposito house, Monday night to Friday evening *** ...And I spent the next three days being ministered to by Rosie, Rosie who'd taken the week off from school with the blessings of the nuns at her school, all of whom had promised her they'd pray for me daily. Little did they know! She slipped into bed with me again Monday night. And Tuesday night. Then Wednesday night. Thursday night. "We can't honey," I'd protested the first night. "What did the doctor say?" she demanded, her meaning completely clear when her soft little hand slipped possessively around my penis. "She's coming Friday night to give me some tests. I invited her to dinner." "Did you? What tests?" "You're far too nosy little lady," I admonished as I slipped a hand onto her breast, "But just to warn you, she said she may have to stay over all weekend...that these modern medical tests can be quite complicated." "Penis tests?" "She is a penile specialist honey." "I'll bet," my beautiful sister mock complained. "And until then?" "She said I'm still sick, that I can't do anything too energetic, just 'dry runs' so to speak." "Does this count as a 'dry run' Johnnie?" she asked as she flicked her tongue over one of my nipples and then moistly licked down across my stomach towards the penis stretching urgently in her hand. We spent the next three days and nights exploring each others bodies. Every inch of the others skin was explored. Touched, caressed, kissed, licked...enjoyed. She tasted my sperm for the first time Tuesday night! I'd been carefully and slowly sliding my penis between her breasts, making sure not to aggravate my injury even while pushing her ripe, teenage tits together to form a perfect warm channel for my cock. The first spurting ejaculation splashed onto her cheek and neck, but the second and third she caught in her open mouth after she'd adjusted her head. "More," she demanded after I'd finished and so I held my softening penis inches above her mouth and milked a last couple of thick, creamy drops between her lips. Wednesday night she felt a man's tongue slide moistly between her legs for the first time. I ate her until she was a writhing, whimpering, begging wreck. "Fuck me...please Johnnie," she cried as her juices spewed out over my face. Then I ate her a second time...while I pushed my middle finger into her puckered anus. We kissed endlessly...slept entwined...she carefully sponged my body clean every day...I'd sit by the tub and soap her perfect body as she languidly soaked. Friday almost seemed to come too soon... *** Scene 10: Esposito home, Friday evening *** "Rosetta Esposito makes the best Veal Parmesan -- Sicilian Style - in the whole world," I said as I held the chair for Doctor Katherine O'Malley that Friday night at seven forty-five. "Good, I'm hungry," my good doc replied, a friendly smile for Rosie on her lips. Rosie, already sitting at one end of the table with the steaming platter in front of her, beamed at my words. Her sister, sitting opposite her, bristled momentarily and seemed ready to protest when I added, "Of course she learned everything she knows from the best cook, and most beautiful one, in New York, the lovely Maria Paolina Cattini." The girls, on their best behavior, tried to make Kathy feel welcome, but there was a sexual electricity in the air throughout the meal, a meal I hastened to end. My sisters knew I was about to make love with Kathy. I knew they both wished it was they who were going to spend the night with me. "We better go," I finally announced to the good doctor as I stood up from the table. "You haven't had your dessert yet," Rosie complained. "The doctor has a lot of tests to run," I said, trying to sound serious. "I'll give him some dessert," Kathy promised with a cute smile. "I'll bet, probably some Irish cream for his coffee," Maria groused as I pulled Kathy from her seat and then lifted her into my arms. "Don't, you're leg Johnnie!" Rosie screeched. "Night girls," were my last words to my both exasperated and jealous sisters. ****** It worked! Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't. But we had both known it would. Quickly we undressed each other the second I set her down on her feet at the edge of my king sized bed. We had no need of foreplay; the last ten days had provided all the foreplay we'd ever need. She was sopping wet when I lightly brushed a finger down her channel, her nether lips already engorged with blood and open. My cock was achingly hard and long. "Hurry," she urged as she fell backwards onto the bed, her palm clasped tightly around my blood filled shaft. And then I was in her...surrounded by slippery pink flesh that struggled to open wide enough to welcome me. "More Johnnie...more," she groaned as I pulled back and then thrust deeply again, my plunging penis met eagerly by a pelvic push that lifted her hips six inches off the bed. "Please baby," she cried when my third push towards her center almost completely buried my cock. "Hurry...hurry Johnnie," she demanded when my cockhead finally bottomed out against the end of her vaginal channel, then she simply started to grunt in pleasure as my prick pistoned urgently inside her. After flipping her ankles up onto my shoulders I was able to somehow reach an even deeper place within her, a place I knew from her screaming, groaning almost animalistic noises, that no man but her father had ever reached before. Her cunt was spasm-ing in orgasm when my cock spat out its first hot stream of spewing lava. After emptying myself inside Kathy in a series of thick spurts, ejaculations that almost seemed sucked from my throbbing cock by the clenching, greedy muscles of her cunt, I finally fell back and off her. "More," she demanded huskily, then leaned over and licked my dripping one-eyed cockhead, then hungrily drew the perfectly shaped bulb into her mouth as my penis jumped to attention. Seconds later she spat it out and then quickly sat astride my thighs and guided the saliva covered pole towards the gaping gash from which my first creamy outpouring still oozed. She rode me hard, like a Panamanian jockey might ride his only horse of the day, not caring if he killed the nag as long as it got to the finish line. I squeezed her firm, cone like breasts, pulled her nipples mercilessly as she bounced wildly atop me. All either of us were aware of were the jolts of pleasure that exploded up our sexual nerve ends and then through our bodies. She was screaming in joy when we both finally orgasmed together. I hadn't been quiet either over the preceding minutes and as I lay on my back, my cock still hard and buried in the good doctor, I hoped my sisters had gone out to see a movie or something and weren't kneeling with their ears to my bedroom door. Couldn't help but smile at the thought. "What are you smiling at? Think you're pretty good don't you?" Kathy asked as she looked down at me. "You mean I'm not better than the midget?" I teased as she slowly started to rise up and down on me. "We just started...you haven't proved anything yet," she challenged. I tried to prove it four more times before we finally fell asleep sweaty and sticky in each others arms. ****** It was after eleven the next morning when a tapping on the door and the aroma of freshly made coffee woke us. We were both naked, our bodies covered in a sticky film of our sexual juices, bodies that carried the thick musty smell of our couplings. The top bed sheet was lying on the floor in the corner, discarded sometime during our mindless fucking. "Johnnie?" I heard Rosie call through the door as she tapped her fist more insistently against the door. "I have orange juice...coffee...are you awake? Should I come back later?" "NO!" Kathy called, then leapt from the bed and hurried towards the door which she quickly threw open. "I could die for some coffee," she told my startled sister. "C'mon in, put the tray on the bedside table," she instructed, then hugged Rosie after the tray was safely settled. "But," she stammered, her eyes racing from Kathy's body to mine. "And Johnnie's hungry too. We both are. Can you make us some breakfast...pretty please," she implored as she hugged my sister again. "Omelets okay?" Rosie finally asked. "And French toast," I added, "And bring some for you too. You can join my new bride and me as we celebrate our first morning together." "You're crazy you," Kathy accused as she flung herself atop me. Rosie fled to the kitchen. She soon returned with a heaping tray of omelets and toast and cinnamon buns and jams and marmalades and more coffee...And my shy little eighteen year old sister settled herself on the edge of the bed and ate breakfast with her naked brother and his equally naked girlfriend. And somehow, as we ate and talked and laughed, without my even being aware of it, without them even speaking of it aloud, in some female ritual both incomprehensible and invisible to a male member of the species, Katherine O'Malley and Rosie Esposito decided to become friends. "She's nice," my sexy doctor whispered in my ear seconds after Rosie, in giggles, had left the room. "Of course she is," I agreed as I pulled her on top of me. "Oh no you don't," she laughed as she scurried down my body, "I haven't finished breakfast yet." And to prove it she dipped her finger in the jar of strawberry jam and then liberally applied it to the end of my cock and then immediately slipped her lips moistly over my cockhead and clamped them shut tightly around my shaft just behind the ridge that only days earlier had been almost shot off. Then started to lick the jam off. "Hey stop that," I mock complained, "I'm too tired, I'm an invalid, still recovering." However the thickening and lengthening that was occurring due to her tongues lapping caresses soon belied my words. And she simply kept swallowing every expanding inch of my cock until she somehow had managed to do something no women had ever done to me -- take it all into her mouth and throat. "Marry me...please marry me," I begged, joking but also serious, as her head slowly bobbed up and down between my legs, her eyes locked on mine. She had just mumbled out a garbled reply when the first blast of my milky cream jetted from my throbbing penis and bathed her tonsils. After her lips had forced the last sticky dollop of cum from my softening shaft she finally crawled up my body, my seed oozing from between her shiny teeth. "I'm already married," she said, then forced her lips onto mine. Pushed my strawberry tasting cum back onto my tongue. "You taste good though," she said with a smile, then jumped up and fled towards the bathroom. Of course as soon as I heard the shower running I rushed to join my sexy doctor under the warm cascading water. Soaped her from head to toe. Then fell to my knees and pulled her red curl covered mound towards my lips and proceeded to finish my breakfast. I made her squeal in pleasure. Then pinned her against the shower door and proceeded to make love to her as the water flooded over us. ...We spent the rest of the weekend in bed with only short timeouts for the shower that invariably turned into soap filled, slippery couplings. Rosie served us our meals in bed and always stayed while we ate. My wife-to-be finally agreed sometime Sunday that she loved me. She didn't say she'd marry me but did mention that yes, she did accept my opinion that perhaps it was time to divorce her hubby. She also agreed to come back and give me some follow up tests the next weekend. In fact warned that me that my treatment might have to last quite a few months, maybe even as long as a year. "That long?" "Oh I'll make it last long," she promised. "I guess you know best doc," I'd agreed with a smile. Her final words before leaving for work Monday morning were, "And you better be nice to Rosie. Be gentle for once, you big bully." *** Scene 12: Esposito home, Monday *** Monday I made love to Rosie. We started gently... Rosie had gone back to school that Monday morning, but when she'd explained to her teacher, Sister Immaculata, that her brother was still bedridden, she was hustled off to the school office where the Mother Superior, on hearing her story, immediately insisted she go right home and care for poor Johnnie until he was fully recovered. "Don't leave his side Rosetta," were the last words of instruction Rosie received and I must say she certainly took her instructions to heart! "What are you doing home?" I asked when Rosie slipped into my room just after one thirty, her girlish beauty only accented by the plaid, mini, school skirt that only highlighted her naked legs and thighs. I had just showered and was sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading a book with just a small towel covering my lap. "It's my turn now," she announced seriously as she started undoing the buttons on the prim white blouse that contrasted so sexily with her short skirt. She took her time, stripping for her big brother slowly, checking my reaction to every button she loosened. I had seen every gorgeous square inch during our nights together but this slow tease was somehow far more erotic. "Hurry...come here," I urged, my towel already slipping from my awakening manhood. But she danced just out of reach of my stretching arm, then smiled as she let the blouse slip off her shoulders. I watched spellbound as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, a bra that hung precariously on her hard, thick nipples for seconds until a small shake of her shoulders released it and it fluttered to the floor. Rosie was a study in contrasts to the woman I'd made love to all weekend. Though she was a couple of inches shorter than Kathy's lanky five foot nine frame, Rosie, though younger, had a fuller, more curvaceous shape than my doctor. Her aureoles were darker and larger in diameter than Kathy's, her nipples much stubbier and thicker than the good docs. Kathy's breasts were pointed cones with puffy nipples that rode high on her chest and just begged a man to suck them. Meanwhile Rosie's, on proud display in front of me, were full, round, firm orbs that you just wanted to envelop in a warm hug, pulling them hard against your bare chest until you could feel the beating of her heart under them. Just A Cop's Cock Ch. 02 Her hips, already more rounded than the thinner doctor and her small, tight bum, was still hovering between a teen's promise and a woman's fullness. I watched raptly as she let the skirt fall down her legs, then grasped my penis as her thick black pubic pelt came into view as she rolled her panties down her thighs. For a second she stood demurely in front of me, one hand covering her breasts, the other her groin, then she slowly dropped them and asked, a girlish quaver in her voice, "Am I pretty? Do you want me?" "Come here," I growled, my arms wide open. "I love you," I whispered as my strong arms engulfed her. "I love you more than anyone in the world," she whispered back, then lightly brushed my lips with hers. We were both trembling with sexual desire but at the same time felt no need to rush. The nights we'd spent together made it easier and I definitely didn't want her deflowering to be anything like the awkward and painful ordeal I'd put her sister through. Minute after minute we touched and kissed and whispered and licked and caressed and promised... Just one short groan of, "Ahhhh," escaped from her lips when I finally plunged my spear through her last barrier, that thin membrane that had protected her for eighteen years. She bled; I could feel the warmth of her virgin blood as I slowly, tentatively moved my shaft inside her. She was so tight that my first thrusts made only little headway. Then slowly I widened her, my bulbous cockhead prying its way down her molten, slippery channel, my headway soon helped by the sexual female lubricant that seemed to bubble up and around the one eyed monster that had invaded her. "It's so big...oh Johnnie it feels so good. More...please," she begged as she spread her knees even wider, then locked her ankles behind my back when I made another thrust into her depths. Again and again I pumped until one final energetic thrust of my hips buried every inch of my penis inside of her. I stopped for a second, simple left my engorged penis fully inside of Rosie as she writhed under me, skewered on my long spear as she tried to urgently lift her hips, as if she wanted even more. Then I started to move, slowly at first, drawing back until all but my cockhead was outside of her, followed by long, slow penetrations that filled her completely. Then I pulled completely out of her pussy, and then sat back so I was kneeling between her legs, my sticky cock dangling against her hairy pubic mound. "No Johnnie...put it back," Rosie cried as I teased her by sliding my penis until its sticky tip nudged up against her clit. Then I was in her again, short, hard movements that within seconds caused the first rippling, clasping tremors of her female orgasm. I slowed, let them pulse over my cock as she whimpered out her need, then as she lay gasping I started to again move my hips forward and back rhythmically. It took her longer the second time but eventually her short, urgent groans announced her approaching orgasm, an orgasm that was matched by the sudden tightening of my balls. "Unh... unh... unh... unh... hurry... please... ahh... ahh... Johnnie...OHHHH JOHNNNNIE," she screamed as the first spurting flood of my cum bathed her. Finally emptied, my cock, softening, finally plopped out of my little sister and I fell back on my back, and then simply lay panting for long seconds trying to recover my breath. And couldn't help thinking as I watched Rosie beside me just how much better sex is with someone you love. How much better it feels than the near anonymous couplings that I'd often settled for. Now I have two true loves, god no, there are three, I thought as I continued to watch my sister. "Was I okay?" she asked shyly, her love for me so clear in her eyes. "C'mon here," I laughed and pulled her on top of me, grinning almost idiotically as I felt our bodies connected from head to toe. "I love you," she promised as her lips sought out mine. "Prove it," I answered when our lips finally separated. She did! ***** We made love all week. Five days of discovery. Of love. There was no shyness between us. No fear of exploring every sexual possibility. We used our mouths. She complained I was too big when she tried to take me into her mouth but then insisted that she wanted to learn. She loved it when I splashed cum into her mouth, would swallow greedily, then laugh and push a sperm laden tongue into my mouth... She insisted I take her bum. "I want you in me Johnnie," she said, "Everywhere." I did...slowly...bathed her bum in cream while two of my fingers filled her pussy... Marie came over to the house on Wednesday afternoon and receiving no answer to her ring let herself in. Rosie was on her stomach, kneeling with her pretty butt in the air, my penis buried in her pussy, when Marie walked into the room. Rosie and I both smiled in welcome but continued on as Marie, who said nothing, watched. Then when we'd finally fallen apart she approached the bed and sat next to her panting sister. "So you're trying to steal my boyfriend are you?" she asked her sister with a smile. "He's my favorite brother," Rosie said with a grin. "Mine too," Marie answered, then bent over and took my cock into her mouth. She pumped the last drops of my orgasm into her mouth, then leaned over and kissed Rosie on the lips, then stood up and said, "He's yours this week...but after that..." She then turned and left the room. It was another two weeks before the three of us spent an afternoon in bed together. Then Kathy came back the next weekend. Rosie left us alone that second weekend, actually went and spent the weekend with her sister and her family. "You guys should be alone, I'll play with little Ricardo all weekend while you're making love," she said just before leaving. "Maria and I have to talk lots to talk about," she added as she went out the door. I wondered what stories they'd exchange. Kathy had told her husband during the week she wanted a divorce but still refused to move in with me. "Not yet...I'm not sure...I've just met you...my lawyer says I shouldn't leave the house until we get things worked out," she stammered out her excuses. But we made love endlessly...desperately. We didn't talk about her father even though his presence somehow hovered always in the background. I gave her a blow by blow description of my deflowering of my sister. Monday night Rosie was happily back in my bed, and spent every night the rest of the week sleeping cuddled against me. The third weekend Rosie joined Kathy and I in bed. *** Scene 13: Esposito's, 3 months later *** The three of us were sitting around the dining room table, a party organized to celebrate Rosie's last night at home before leaving for her freshman year at Dartmouth. "I'm pregnant," my doctor suddenly announced just as we were about to dig in to the cake Maria had baked for her sister. "You are?" all three of us asked in surprise. "Three months," Kathy said blushing. "Me too," Maria piped up. "What?" I asked. "Four months," Maria said proudly. "Johnnie's?" Rosie asked excitedly. "We'll have to get married...right away," I said, hardly aware of my sister's announcement, Kathy's statement having floored me. "I'm not divorced yet," Kathy answered with a grin. "I'm not waiting a lot longer," I promised fiercely, "If that little prick doesn't agree to the divorce soon I'm going to-" The next day Rosie left for College...My babies continued to grow in Kathy's and Maria's stomachs. ***** "I talked to daddy today," Kathy whispered in my ear one night four months later after we'd just finished making love. My penis was still inside of her. Now seven months pregnant her stomach was starting to become quite rounded. "Did you?" "I told him I was pregnant." I was too nervous to say anything, instead just waited for her to continue. "You know what he said?" she asked. Seeing me shake my head she went on, "He said it was impossible, that he didn't believe that little twerp could ever make me pregnant." "He was right there," I grumbled, still nervous. "I told him I just got my divorce from the little twerp...that I'd found someone else." "What'd he say to that?" I asked, curious now about my future father and his reaction. "He asked me if I was crazy. If I'd started taking drugs," Kathy laughed. "I told him I'd found a big twerp this time and I was hoping he might walk his daughter down the aisle one more time." "And?" I encouraged. "He said that I should just come home...forget whoever I was involved with...that he loved me...that he was willing to raise the little bastard himself." "He called my baby the little bastard?" "That's daddy," Kathy said then added, "I told him I loved him." "You did?" "That I missed him...that we had to resolve...resolve our problems...our sexual problems. 'So why are you getting married again?' he asked me." "What a jerk," I complained. "I told him I'd found someone just like him. Pigheaded...a chauvinist...a womanizer...a man...a perfect lover." "I'm not a womanizer." "That's what he said. And I didn't tell him you sleep with your sisters," she said with a grin. "But when I told him you were a cop-" "What's wrong with being a cop?" I demanded. "Why would you marry a dumb cop he asked." "What a prick!" "That's what I told him," Kathy said with a giggle. "What?" "I told him I was marrying you because you had a big prick...and that you could use it. A little better than he could." "That must have shut him up," I said, now feeling a little more reassured. "Not for long Johnnie. He's just like you. Always wants the last word. He started muttering about how neither of us would ever find someone better, that we should just accept it and I should come home and marry him. That no one was better than he was." "He did, did he?" "I finally shut him up though," Kathy said with a laugh. "Did you Doctor O'Malley?" "Uh huh. I told him that if he ever planned on spending any more nights making love to his daughter, and I hoped he would, then he better be very, very polite to my new husband...who has a very big gun..." she finished, her eyes twinkling. As I started to move my 'big gun' inside of my wife-to-be I couldn't help wondering for just a second what the future held, what it would even be like, her two lovers sandwiching her between them... and what about Rosie and Maria...about the two babies...about the future... THE END Aug 18, 2007: Hi, thanks for reading my story - I hoped you enjoyed it. Please take a few extra seconds and register your vote. It's the only way a Literotica author knows if his work is appreciated or not. I'd also love to hear your opinions of the story (you can leave a public comment here or can send me an e-mail), thanks...jim scouries My next story (should be out in early September 2007) will be Chapter 2 of my 'Nude Dancing' saga.