Storiesonline.net ------- The Grandest Canyon by Lubrican Copyright© 2012 by Lubrican ------- Description: Their home was destroyed by a tornado, which also took the wife and mother. The kids had to be sent to the winds, while dad helped with the cleanup. But, a year later, when the insurance money came in, it was still too early to rebuild. So they took a road trip in a motor home, to see the world and get to knew each other again. They had no idea they'd get to know each other as well as they did. Codes: mf Mf reluc het inc bro sis fath dau 1st oral mastrb pett ------- ------- Foreword A long time ago, a nice reader named Janette sent me some feedback suggesting I should write a story about a family that takes a road trip. I put that idea in my projects folder, where it sat for many moons. Then, a few weeks ago, it started whining, so I pulled it out and wrote it. I just wanted to thank Janette for a good idea. Bob ------- Chapter 1 Life throws us curves, now and then. Our family was no different than any other. In our case, the most serious curve was the tornado that spread our house over two counties, and took my wife, and my children's mother away from us. As if that wasn't bad enough, the company I had worked for was gone too. The whole town was destroyed, for that matter. Family tried to help, but very few families can take in an adult and three teenaged kids. It's too much. So besides losing their mother, the kids got separated from each other and me too. I had a sister named Sarah, and she took Lynne, my thirteen-year-old daughter. Scotty went to my best friend, Don, from my Army days. Scotty was fifteen and good with tools, and Don owned a mill-working operation where Scotty would be able to explore and learn about the business. He had a dream of owning a woodworking shop. For my middle son, Shaun, my mom and dad were the answer. Shaun was always their favorite anyway, even if they'd never admit it, and Dad could always use help on the farm. As for me, I went back to Glenndale and worked for those who were rebuilding the town. There were places to live if you weren't too picky. Tornado damage is really interesting, in the same way a Great White Shark's teeth are interesting. You don't want to see it close up, or in action. I stayed in half of a house that was left. It was like some giant axe had cut the house in two, and then half of it had been removed by trucks, right down to the bare pad underneath. What was left were three bedrooms at one end of the place. Six of us lived there, with a generator for support. There was no shortage of refrigerators, lamps and anything else that used to belong in a house. Eventually my insurance money came through. But rebuilding was a long, drawn out process. Rezoning was going on, and everything had to be cleared away before plans could be made. There weren't enough architectural companies in the whole state to come up with that many house plans, and even if they did, there weren't enough skilled construction workers to build them. It was going to take a long, long time. I was willing to help, but I couldn't just build a new house. Not there, anyway. So I banked the money, putting most of it in CDs and bought a motor home to live in until things could get worked out. A year later, I still couldn't build. It was summer, and I missed the kids. The motor home was a used Four Winds Hurricane model, which seemed awfully ironic. It set me back almost thirty grand, but that was a fraction of the insurance money, and it would let me live a lot better than I had been living. It was a Class A gasoline model and was pretty amazing inside. It had ducted air conditioning, a split bath with a garden tub, a three burner stove and three beds, if you folded out the full size couch. The kitchen also had a built in microwave and wall mounted oven, as well as a booth that would seat four to eat. There were two slide-outs and it even had a patio awning. With captain's chairs for the driver, navigator and another passenger, it was as comfortable as being at home in a recliner. As soon as I took delivery, I knew I had to go get the kids and go on a road trip. We'd been separated too long. I collected Scotty first. He made a big deal of being fine, but I could feel the relief in his arms when he hugged me. Driving something that big is really different, and I usually was pretty happy if we could get up to sixty for any period of time. It took us two days to get up to Wisconsin to pick up Shaun, who was also obviously glad to see me. A day and a half later, we pulled up to my sister's place and Lynne came running out. I think it was Lynne who reminded me of how long we'd been apart. My thirteen year old, flat-chested, tomboy was gone. In her place was a fourteen year old bombshell, with flowing hair, and makeup on and more curves than a road in the Ozarks has. As she ran towards us, Scotty said "Who's that?" and then "Wow!" Shaun just stared. Meanwhile, I noticed that the breasts she'd grown during the last year, were bouncing up and down as she ran towards us. They were soft too, as they crushed against my chest. Before the tornado, they had all three fought all the time, complaining about each other and vying for privilege and status within the family. That was all gone. Lynne was crying outright as she went from me to her brothers, hugging both of them for all she was worth. My sister walked toward us, a little teary-eyed herself. I got a hug from her and was mildly astonished that her chest felt just like my daughter's against my mine. "What the hell did you feed her?" I asked weakly. "She's a beauty, isn't she," sighed my sister. "I'm sure she's got my genes." I patted my sister on her round, firm ass. "We'd better hope not," I said into her hair. "You're a slut, baby sister." "I was a slut," she said, slapping my own backside. "Those days are gone. I'm a staid old fuddy duddy these days." "Is that why Frank always sounds so happy?" I asked her, Frank was her husband, and he did always sound happy. "He'll be happy to get a rest from your daughter," said Sarah. "She's learned how to tease, and it drives him nuts." "She teases him on purpose?" "No. It's just in her blood. She really is like me when I was her age." "Then we're in big trouble," I said. Many was the time my sister came and crawled into bed with me because she was scared of a storm, or of the boogey man, or of whatever. She really was scared the first time or two, but neither of us expected how I would eventually calm her down. After that, the storms were just an excuse. What she really wanted was me on top of her, pinning her to the bed while she had orgasms. "Just get an industrial size barrel of salt peter," said Sarah, grinning. "Put it in everything you feed them. Take an extra dose yourself." "Thanks," I said. "Wanna go camping with us? We're going to the Grand Canyon." She looked over at my sons, both strong and tall, with broad shoulders. "I'd come back pregnant with triplets," she laughed. "No thanks. You go off and have a good time. You all deserve it." And with that, I called what was left of my family together, and we got into what was now our home, and which contained everything on earth we owned. Then we headed west. ------- Scotty had gotten his driver's license while he was with Don. The Hurricane was a bit much for him, initially, but he sat and watched how I drove and we talked about it. There would be places he could practice. I anticipated he'd be able to handle daytime driving, at least on the Interstate. But until that happened, the kids spent their time in the back, catching up on what each of them had been doing for the last year. It made me proud that they got along so well. There was no yelling, and no complaining as I drove along. And I wasn't left out. At various times all three of the kids sat in the navigator's seat, next to me, and we talked as what I called "the bus" glided along towards our first stop as a camping family. I had an itinerary all planned out. There are a number of motor home clubs, and they have parks all over the U.S. that are designed specifically for motor homing families. It was one of those where we spent our first night, parked with about thirty other big motor homes, most of which were a lot fancier than ours. But the people were very welcoming. The camp office had a store, where we could get milk, eggs, canned food and the like, sort of like a convenience store, except they also had lots of other things, like coffee pots, and jack stands and leveling pads and a hundred things I didn't even know what were used for. The kids, though, noticed the swimming pool and hot tub right away. It was early June, and still cool, so the consensus was hot tub. The kids were already changed by the time I got back from registering. I didn't think anything about that at the time, what with only one bathroom, and it not really large enough to change clothes in comfortably. The boys were pretty quiet, too, kind of wide-eyed as I climbed in, but I didn't think anything of that, either. This was an adventure, after all. I wasn't to find out until much later that Lynne had just stripped down to the buff to put on her bathing suit, and that the boys had been treated to that view without a word. Her bathing suit, on the other hand, I did notice. Big time. One look at it reminded me that I'd left my cute little tomboy daughter with a slut. I hadn't thought about it that way when it happened, but that's what I did, cutting to the chase. And my sister had ... advised ... my daughter on things from a slut's point of view. I knew with unshakable surety, for example, that Sarah had helped Lynne pick out this bathing suit. It was red. The top was a band of cloth about three inches tall, that wrapped around her chest, covering the middle portion, from top to bottom, of my daughter's breasts. Remember those breasts that hadn't been there when I dropped her off? The ones that were bouncing around as she ran towards me when I picked her up? Yeah... those breasts. The top did nothing to cover the bottoms or tops of those breasts, just the middle, where the nipples were. And those nipples were clearly visible, poking through the cloth. There was a string that went up around her neck, apparently to keep the whole thing from just falling to her hips if she blew out all her breath or something, but all that did was make the viewer - the male viewer - hope that she blew out all her breath, and that the string failed. The bottoms were made of two pieces of cloth that were sewed together over her mons, and went up to glide over her hips to a back that looked exactly like the front. That left the bottom of her glutes exposed, like the bottom of her breasts were exposed. She saw me looking and posed with a saucy look on her face. "Like it? Aunt Sarah says it sets off my skin tones." What it set off was every bit of her that was female. I was looking at her skin, but not for the tones, believe me. Of course I felt bad about that. It was a little confusing, to be honest. I knew she was my daughter, but she looked a lot like my wife. That was still a soft spot in my heart. I hadn't had a woman since losing Roxy ... hadn't even been interested in a woman since I lost her, and the sudden appearance of her daughter, looking so much like she had, not to mention hotter than a two dollar pistol, made it hard on me not to think what I was thinking. I tried to work up the breath and control to suggest that the suit was a bit too brief, but she didn't give me time. "Come on guys!" she squealed. "Last one there has to clean the toilet!" Then she was bounding off across the park, looking like a human elk, leaping gracefully over obstructions, just the picture of health and happiness. I almost laughed as the two hyenas in the family tore off after her, howling and chasing the prey. ------- I don't know for sure what happened at the hot tub. Nobody came and talked to me about it directly, neither the kids, nor the camp employees nor any other guests. But something happened, because when the kids got back, they had a low opinion of the place. "The only people here are geezers," complained Shaun as soon as he tromped up the steps into the bus. "Yeah, and they're grumpy too," added Scott as he came in next. But it was Lynne's entrance that gave me a clue. She had her towel wrapped around her like it was much colder than it was. And she wasn't bubbly happy any more. I guessed that some "geezer" had commented on her swim suit and suggested it was inappropriate for anyone who wasn't trolling for johns. Or something like that. Maybe it was some casual comment between geezers involving the word "slut." When a young woman is stretching her wings, and somebody clips them, it can be a pretty unhappy experience. In any case, the party mood was gone. It had been a long day for poor old dad, so I told them I was going to sleep. That brought up the topic of the other sleeping arrangements. There were two bedrooms, each with a queen bed, and then the couch that was a hide-a-bed. I claimed one bedroom, pronounced the other one was Lynne's, and that the boys could sleep on the couch. That got some comments from the boys, who weren't excited about sleeping with each other. I said, "Okay, Lynne, honey, which brother do you want to sleep with?" I was joking, of course, trying to use levity to point out the obvious difficulty. My dear, darling daughter, however, did not play along. "I don't care," she said, carelessly. "As long as he doesn't snore." It was actually the vehemence with which the boys argued for the privilege that caused me to stick to the original plan, though I did massage it a little. "You guys get the couch tonight, and Lynne gets it tomorrow. You'll switch off and on after that. That's fair." There was some grumbling, but not much, and not loud. The kids said they were going to stay up and play cards, something the whole family used to do frequently before the tornado. I lay in bed, drifting off, listening them joking with each other and talking softly. It made me feel like we were a real family for the first time since nature had torn our lives apart. ------- The next day we drove to Kansas City, to the Worlds of Fun theme park there. They have places with hookups for motor homes to park. The kids went crazy, riding rollercoasters, mostly (they have four or five there) and generally acting like they were ten, instead of teenagers. The boys flirted with girls they met in line. Lynne flirted with boys too. I rode some rides, but mostly just watched them having fun. It was good for my heart to see them laughing and smiling. I really wished Roxy was there, but I figured she was watching from somewhere, and that helped a little. They were exhausted that night, and we weren't in a hurry, so we stayed there. This time they didn't stay up, and everybody went to bed around nine. I woke up around midnight, and saw a light on out in the common area. I didn't think about Lynne being out there on the couch, and just got up to go turn off the light. She hadn't folded out the couch. Rather, she was just stretched out on the cushions, reading a book. She looked up at me when I walked in. "Hi Daddy. I couldn't sleep." I had stopped, and was just standing there. She had on the exact same style, color and cut of babydoll pajamas that Sarah used to wear when she came and wormed her way into bed with me. For a second I thought they were the same babydoll pajamas. But they couldn't be. They'd be thirty years old by now, and falling apart. These looked fresh and new. I realized she'd had help from Sarah on sleepwear too. If this was what she'd been wearing around in front of Sarah's husband, I could understand why he needed a break. The jacket was completely transparent, and yet somehow white. The bra under it bulged with breasts that filled it to overflowing. Her brown nipples were clearly visible through the cloth. Her panties also did nothing to obstruct what was in them, and I swear they were cut purposefully to create a camel toe. Her dark pubes puffed the cloth out, but they were pulled up tightly enough that her young pussy lips were clearly displayed. But there was nothing artful about it. She was just a girl, lying on a couch, dressed comfortably, reading a book. "You've sure grown up," I breathed. She smiled, but only briefly. "I miss mom," she said softly. Suddenly her eyes glistened, and all thought of her sexuality fled my mind. I sat down on the edge of the couch beside her. "I know, Baby," I said. "Me too." "There are so many questions I have," she said, her voice quivering. "What about?" I asked, ready to dispense wisdom. "Growing up, I guess," she said. "Girl stuff." "Sarah couldn't help?" She smiled again, only briefly. "Nothing against her - I love her and she was great - but she's a slut, Dad. She gives terrible advice." "Oh," I said, trying to hide a smile. "As far as Aunt Sarah is concerned, the sooner I get pregnant and start popping out babies, the better." "Did you ask her why she didn't follow her own advice?" I asked. "Yeah. Turns out she has something wrong with her, and she can't have children. She said she'd take my first three to adopt and raise." "She said that, huh," I said, smiling. "The sad thing is I don't think she was kidding, Dad," she said, rolling her eyes. "She tried to get me to shave off all my pubic hair, so I could wear a bikini even smaller than the one I got!" "Well, you don't have to do that," I said firmly. "I know that," she said, as if I were a half wit. "But I get these weird feelings about boys, and I can't talk to her about that, because she'll just tell me to go have fun, which is what the boys want to do. And that's another thing. Boys are still stupid, but it doesn't make me as mad as it used to, and that doesn't make sense!" "Well, the feelings are normal," I said. "That's what she'd tell you." "That doesn't really help all that much," she said. "Actually, it does," I countered. "Just remember all girls have those feelings. They're normal. There's nothing wrong with you for exploring them and thinking about them. It's not naughty or forbidden or any of that crap. Just be yourself." She looked up at me with a frown marring the line of her eyebrows. "So ... exploring ... is okay?" As a parent I modified my answer immediately. "Within reason," I said. "For example, some kids wonder what it might be like to fly. They shouldn't explore by jumping off the barn with their arms spread. That's not reasonable." "Well duh," she said. "Generally, the best policy with exploration is not to do anything you can't undo," I said. "Hmmm." She was lost in thought. I could almost hear the gears turning. Finally her eyes focused on me again. "Am I pretty, Daddy?" There was no pause before I answered. "Drop dead gorgeous, honey," I said, and I meant it. "Thank you," she said. I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, but she lifted her head and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss, but her lips were warm and soft. That, and the transition from advice to my opinion of her desirability had reawakened the unruly friend in my boxers. Suddenly, she was a drop dead gorgeous teen in see through jammies and I needed to go service the purple headed cream dispenser. And no, I did not feel guilty about that. Like I said, she looked just like a younger version of Roxy. ------- Whatever happened at the hot tub that night resulted in the kids deciding that camping in places where there were dozens of other motor homes was not what we were all about. So they took the atlas and gathered around the kitchen table, putting their heads together to make a new plan on where we'd stop for the night. They favored state parks, as it turned out, which was fine with me. We had a great day, stopping to see the biggest ball of twine in the world, and the deepest hand dug well in the world. We toured an underground salt mine, which was just freaky cool. And that night, we ended up stopping at a place called Paulson Lake. They didn't have hookups for RVs, but that was all right, because the Hurricane could be independent for a week or so. The water tank was full and the auxiliary generator provided power. We parked in a cul-de-sac not far from the lake, and the kids went for a hike while I worked on getting the portable barbeque fired up to cook hamburgers and hotdogs. There was a tub of store-bought potato salad in the fridge, and other things to snack on in the cupboards. The first of the meat was ready to come off the grill when I heard whooping and hollering and three teenagers came galloping toward me. It was apparently a race of some kind. They commenced to cause wholesale destruction of the food I'd so carefully laid out, all neat and pretty, but I didn't care. We were having fun, and it had been much too long since we'd been able to have fun together. It had warmed up that day, with the temps climbing into the high seventies. There was a fire pit at the campsite, and somebody had left some wood there, so we had a campfire. The moon was full and it was wonderful, just sitting and talking. Scotty was talking about a girl he liked. The way he talked about her, it sounded like they'd been pretty hot and heavy. Things eventually tapered off until we were all just staring into the fire, thinking our own thoughts. Lynne stood up and said she was going down to the lake. There was a trail that went through some scrubby trees, and she disappeared into them. The moon was so bright that you really didn't need a flashlight. She'd been gone ten minutes before Scotty said "Hey, is it safe for her to be down there alone?" He was the one who'd been living in an urban environment, where things weren't safe. Shaun, had lived with my parents on the farm, where if there was a problem, you hauled out the shotgun and went to take care of it. So Shaun stood up and said maybe we should go check on her. The three of us walked down the path, which was rocky. We all had on running shoes, which didn't make any noise, and the path was wide enough that we didn't brush against the trees. As it turned out, Lynne probably wouldn't have heard us coming anyway. She was ... distracted. Her clothes were lying on the beach, neatly folded. She was in the water, out far enough that it was up to her thighs. She was in profile to us - why she was facing that way I don't know - and the moon lit her up as if it were a light bulb. She was masturbating. Her right hand was between her legs, moving in slow circles, and in the silence of all three of us holding our breath, we could hear her little whimpers of joy as she mauled her clitty. Her left hand came up to pinch a nipple and pull it away from her chest far enough that I winced. She gave a choking sob, and her arm bent as her wrist bent too. I don't know if the boys knew it, but it was crystal clear to me she had just shoved a finger deep into her sex. The boys, having held their breath as long as if they were practicing to be pearl divers, finally had to let it out, and it came out together, and loud. With a gasp, their sister jerked her hand away from her pussy and turned to face us. Then she fell into the water and splashed away from the beach. I could hear her sobs of shame. Do not ask me what I was thinking, because I can't tell you. Apparently I thought that if we were all naked, it would even things out. In any case, I barked "Clothes off, boys! We're all going skinny dipping!" A couple of minutes later, my two sons were standing there, unsure of themselves, milling around. I think that's because they were both sporting erections. Oddly, now that I think back on it, I was not. I growled at them to get in the water and act like nothing had happened. I saw Lynne, only her head above water, watching us from thirty or so feet away. The boys waded in quickly, and I followed. There was no discussion. Somehow we all knew to let her come to us, rather than for us to try to go get her before she was ready to face us. It was kind of silly, really, with the three guys all facing each other, trying to think of something to talk about, when all we could think about was the girl, way over there by herself. We all knew she was embarrassed. I think we were a little embarrassed for her ... not because we were judging her. I know the boys masturbated. All boys masturbate. But they loved her, and didn't want her to feel bad. So I took the opportunity to do a little counseling. "Gentlemen," I said, my voice cast low. I didn't want her to hear this part. "It's not socially acceptable to get a hardon for your sister." "It wasn't for her!" said Shaun, in instant teenager defensive mode. "Well," I said, "It's not socially acceptable to get one for your brother or father either." "Shit, Dad," he groaned. "You know what your mother would do if she was here and heard you talk like that," I said softly. "I'm sorry," he said immediately. It was quiet for a while. "I wish she was here to yell at me," he whispered. "I know," I said. "She's just such a fox!" said Shaun, miserably. I knew he was talking about Lynne again. "I know that too," I said. "Yeah," said Scotty belatedly, agreeing with his brother. He looked over his shoulder at Lynne. "We shouldn't make her feel bad about being good looking," I said. "I don't think that's what's bothering her right now," said Scotty. "Well we shouldn't make her feel bad about that either." "I don't care if she does it," said Scotty, his voice strained. "But how do you talk to her to say that?" "I'm not sure there's a way to do that," I said. "It's not the sort of thing that routinely comes up in family discussions, so there hasn't been a lot of advice passed down through the ages about that." "I don't want her to feel bad," said Shaun. "I'm glad you feel that way," I said. "You guys used to fight a lot." "We were stupid," said Scotty. "We didn't know how good we had it. Now we do." I took a chance. I stood up, exposing myself, and faced Lynne. "Honey, we love you. You don't have to be alone over there unless you just want to." I sank back down into the water. The boys looked at me. Then they looked over at her. Scotty stood up next. His erection had disappeared. "We'll leave if you want us to," he said. There was a long pause. "No," she said. "You can stay." It took maybe ten minutes, but she drifted closer and closer to us. We'd given up trying to think of something to have a conversation about. We were just there, waiting for her to get the courage to rejoin us, whereupon we were going to try to make sure she understood everything was fine. I guess we hoped everything would be fine. When she got close enough, we opened the circle, so there was space between me and Shaun. She eventually eased into it. "I feel so stupid," she said. "You're not stupid," said Scotty. "We should have yelled we were coming." "That's silly," said the only female present. "Why would you warn me you were coming?" "In case you were..." He trailed off. "This is so embarrassing," she moaned. "No it's not," said Shaun. "Everybody does it. Me and Scott do it. Dad probably did it when he was young too." I decided not to clue them in to the fact that I masturbated more now than I ever did when I was a kid. "Really?" Suddenly there was more curiosity and less distress in her voice. "It's normal," I said, wondering if any other family had ever had this conversation - ever! "So you weren't grossed out?" Again, don't ask me why I said it, because I could have kept my mouth shut. But I didn't. Maybe I was trying to suggest there was an adult in charge. Which there apparently was not, now that I think about it. "Of course not. I had to lecture them about having improper feelings about you." "I beg your pardon?" Now her voice was interested, on the verge of wary. "Never mind," I said. I should have left it there. But this wasn't a night where things were going well in the wisdom of dad area. "What you were doing was normal, and the way they reacted was normal too. Inappropriate, but normal." I looked up at the moon as I said it. I almost groaned. "How did you react?" she asked, facing Scotty. "It's getting late!" I blurted. "We'll all turn into prunes if we don't get out of the water!" She ignored me. "So?" She leaned closer to Scotty. There was obviously some residual mischief left in Shaun, from before. He also spoke without thinking it through. "He got a boner for you!" he tattled gleefully. Scotty turned on him and snarled "Well you did too!" "Really!" said their sister, her voice thoughtful. But nobody was paying attention to her. There was suddenly a wrestling match in the water. It ended as quickly as it started, though. Shaun squealed "Ewww you're naked!" and lunged away. Scott, disgusted, just left the water, exposing his firm, broad-shouldered body as he stalked out of the water. When he bent over to snatch up his clothes, he mooned us all. It was unintentional, but I understood completely why it was called "mooning." I looked at Lynne, who was watching him. She glanced at me. "Boys are so stupid," she said. Then, as if nothing had happened, and everything was just hunky dory, she walked toward the shore. Completely un-self consciousness, she picked up her clothes and walked back to the bus naked. I hurried after her, and heard Shaun right behind me. When I got to the bus Scotty was standing in his briefs, outside the bathroom door. "She came in here naked!" he said, his voice sounding odd. "She pushed right by me and said she got the shower first." I stepped over to the door and opened it a crack so I could yell through it. The water was already on. "Make it quick!" I yelled. "We've only got a hundred gallons of water." "Okay," she sang out. I closed the door, wondering in what way our lives had just changed. I knew they had changed. In fact, I knew they had changed a lot. But I had no clue as to just how much that was. ------- I began to get an inkling of how much things had changed when Lynne came out, naked and unashamed. "I forgot my clean clothes," she said, as if she were simply pointing out that her pencil needed sharpening. The boys were staring at her. Shaun had put on tidy whities, like his brother, and he put his hand over his bulge. I knew what was happening. Scotty just went on into the bathroom. "Short shower!" I yelled. "I know!" he yelled back. "What are you looking at?" I heard Lynne's voice say. There was a pause, and then Shaun's belligerent "You!" popped out. "Pervert!" she snapped. "That's enough, you two!" I said forcefully. "He's looking at me!" she complained. "You're naked," I pointed out. "Remember when you asked me if you were pretty? Well, now you're naked too. What do you expect?" She slumped. "I don't know. I'm all mixed up inside. I don't know how to feel." "Well put something on and let's talk about it then," I said. I looked at Shaun. "Give her a break. Stop looking at her." He opened his mouth and said "I can't..." He stopped and then went on. "I don't want to," he said. He looked at his sister's face. "I don't want to stop looking. That's how I feel about things, okay? Whether it's right or wrong, or perverted or whatever, it's how I feel. So however you feel is fine too ... even if that means you think I'm a pervert." She got panties out of her suitcase and pulled them on. We both watched her pack that pussy into those panties. "I don't think you're a pervert," she said, reaching for a T shirt. She pulled it on, and looked at her brother. "I'm a little afraid I'm a pervert." "You?" He was clearly surprised. "Why?" "Because I actually like you looking at me," she said. "How stupid is that?" Scotty opened the bathroom door. He had the clothes he'd been wearing that day wadded up in front of his groin. He hadn't remembered to take clean clothes in with him either. "I heard yelling," he said. "Is it safe to come out?" "Only us perverts out here," said Shaun. He glanced at Lynne and grinned. She grinned back. I relaxed. It looked like maybe we'd dodged a bullet. ------- Let me tell you, folks. If you ever decide you want to have a conversation that you'll remember in perpetuity, just gather your adolescent progeny together to have a friendly, honest discussion about what makes one horny, and what to do about it. I honestly don't think it would have been possible (or would have turned out like it did) if they hadn't been separated for a year. That distance blunted the usual sibling rivalry, and helped them see each other as something like really good friends who haven't seen each other for a long time. Suffice it to say that the boys were able to explain that, to them, Lynne was a beautiful, sexy girl, the kind they got to see from afar, but could never ever actually talk to. And to have such close access to her, not to mention seeing her naked, made them feel like they were living a dream. I thought that might be overdoing it a tad bit, but her response wasn't that of a girl whose head has swelled. She talked about how, in the past, she competed with boys, trying to establish her value as an equal to them. When her body blossomed, and she started having strange feelings along with it, she felt like she could no longer compete, and that sucked all her self confidence away. Now what boys wanted from her had nothing to do with her skill, or ability, and it made her feel helpless. They were seeing her as a sexual being, but she didn't know what that meant, or how to act. But when her brothers reacted to her sexuality, that was a whole different thing, because she knew they loved her, and appreciated her for much more than her boobs. At the same time, the things she felt when they looked at her, didn't feel so terrifying. She could want them to look at her like that, because she could trust them completely. I was pretty much astonished at how mature they were about discussing the whole thing. And I thought it all went remarkably well until Shaun said: "Okay, so what now?" I said "What do you mean?" "Is she going to run around naked any more?" "Why would you ask that?" I asked. "Because I want to see her again?" He thought that was obvious. "You are a pervert," she said, but she was smiling. "Are you going to run around naked so I get to see you too?" He blushed, and looked very nervous. Once more, I spoke without thinking things through clearly. Maybe it was the relative success of my other blunders that did it. "What if we all did?" I asked. There were suddenly three very alert teenagers looking at me. It made me nervous, because now I had to come up with something as impressive as what they had just done. ------- Chapter 2 I had just suggested to my three teenage kids that we all get naked together, and now I thought furiously as I tried to pull something out of my ass to justify it. I was actually kind of proud of what I came up with on such short notice. "Well, you're all experiencing feelings that need to be worked through. So if you were naked all the time, kind of like nudists do, then maybe that wouldn't be so distracting after a while. I mean you'd get used to it, and then it wouldn't be this big thing causing problems." "We can't go around state parks naked, Dad," said Scotty. "He only means inside the motor home," said Lynne. "We do spend a lot of time in the motor home," said Shaun. "Most of the day we're just driving." "Maybe it would be too weird," I said, wondering why on earth I'd suggested it. I'm sure Freud would have said I wanted to see her naked all the time myself. And he would have been right. She was a cutie. "I think it's a good idea," said Scotty, looking at his sister. She looked back. When she spoke, her voice was throaty. "I wish I could explain what it felt like ... what I feel like right now ... because you said that." "Okay," I said. "How about we all get a good night's sleep, and then make a decision tomorrow morning." They didn't say a word. Lynne said "You guys can have the bed again. I don't mind the couch." They got up and went to the bedroom and closed the door. I looked at my daughter, who had always impressed me. She really had been able to compete with the boys on their own level, and she had always been impressive. "You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said. "Actually, I don't know what I want to do," she said. "I'm not afraid to figure it out, though. I'm glad they were willing to be serious when we talked about it. They're good brothers." "They are," I said. "Even if they have inappropriate feelings for you." "That isn't the part that bothers me," she said. "What bothers me is how it makes me feel when they look at me like that, or like I felt when Scott said that. I wanted to get naked for him right then." "Wow," I said. "Yeah," she said. "That's why I wish I could talk to mom." She started getting the couch ready and I stood up. "Do you really think if we acted like nudists, we'd get used to it?" she asked, not looking at me. "I don't know," I said. "I've never done it." "Can I ask you a question?" She lay down on the couch. "Sure." "Do you want to see me naked too?" "What I want is for you to be happy," I said. "Then answer the question," she said. "I already told you you're drop dead gorgeous," I said. "And you remind me of your mother." "So you do," she said softly. It didn't sound like the truth would freak her out, so I gave it a shot. "I guess I do." "You need to go to bed now, Daddy," she said. "I need some time alone ... in private." Ten minutes later, in my bedroom, I thought I heard one of those whimpers ... just like when she was in the water. But it was hard to hear over my own labored breathing as I spurted into a tissue. ------- I guess it was Lynne who decided things for us all. That's because in the morning, when I got up, she was asleep on the couch ... naked. Her babydoll pajamas were on the floor. I had on a pair of sports shorts, which was pretty normal for me. I got out the cereal and bowls, which woke her up. I looked over my shoulder at her and she was looking back at me, making no effort to put anything on. "So that's how you want things?" I said. "I think so," she said. "Is it going to freak you out?" I nodded. "Yup. But then it would freak me out any time I thought of you being naked around any man." She smiled. Shaun came out of the bedroom. Having lived on the farm for a year, he was used to getting up early. He also had on a pair of sports shorts. He stopped, and looked at his sister. She looked back. "So ... should I like ... take my shorts off?" he asked. "Both of you should," she said, making it official. "Oh man," I said. They both looked at me and, as if they had practiced it, both lowered their eyes to the front of my shorts, which were standing out, away from my body. I knew I was busted, so I just did it, pushing them down. I let her see my erection, but then turned to fiddle with the cereal, trying to will my cock to deflate. I guess my actions gave Shaun the courage to do his thing, and he took off his shorts, exposing his own stiff penis. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and then she got up to come get a bowl and take it to the table. By the time Scott came out, the other three of us were sitting at the table, eating Cheerios like there was nothing wrong at all. I have to give him credit. He saw what was going on and took his underwear off. He was soft ... the only soft man in the bus. But he didn't stay that way for long. ------- I couldn't drive the bus naked. They all agreed about that. Scotty was torn, because that day was the day he was going to get his first lesson and practice in driving. I knew he was torn, because while he got dressed to do that, he kept stealing looks at his brother and sister, who were sitting across the table from each other naked, playing chess. I wondered who'd win, and whether it would be because he or she was better, or less distracted. Scott kept looking back in the back, occasionally, as he sat in the navigator's seat while I showed him the controls and talked about how the big beast handled. Then we switched and I had him drive it around the park for a while. Eventually I had him ease it out onto the highway that led to the interstate. I was proud of myself for not looking back in the back while we did all that. The problem was ... I should have. I didn't find out until later, but the two youngsters, seeing this as permission to explore (remember I had actually used that word in talking to Lynne, ) and so they did. When I finally found out about it, I was told it went something like this. Lynne beat him at a game of chess. Not surprising, since her breasts were visible to him and all she could see was his naked chest. "You win," he said, disgusted. "Stand up," she said. "What?" "I won, so you have to do what I say. Stand up." He did. He had an erection, of course. So she stared at it, and then started asking him questions about it. What did it feel like? How heavy was it? Did it flop around when he ran? Did it hurt when it flopped around? What did he do to make it get hard like that? We hadn't circumcised the boys. My dad was always a big believer that leaving the foreskin intact would make for better sensation during sex. I remembered being astonished beyond words when he said that after I asked him why I was different than the other guys in the shower room. Somehow, in the process of discussing his organ, she realized there was something under that skin. I never got that part of the story. But it went from her watching him uncover his knob, and then cover it up again, to her asking if she could see what it was like to do that. Shaun, being a normal, red-blooded American boy, wasn't about to turn down having a girl touch his dick, even if she was his sister. In fact, he was hard because of his sister, so he didn't mind her touching it at all. And, as you can imagine, one thing led to another, and pretty soon he was teaching her how to stroke it. She wasn't stupid either. As a confirmed masturbator herself, she knew what he was trying to get her to do, but she said she was so excited that he was willing to let her explore that she didn't mind the fact that he was trying to "trick" her. Of course she had neither the experience nor the desire to bring him to completion. She liked stroking it, and of course he loved having her do it, but that's all it was ... playing around. But it was right there on the couch, and if I'd have looked, I'd have seen it ... or at least enough to get curious and go see what they were actually doing. Instead, I watched Scotty drive three hundred miles like he'd been doing it for years, until we got to Beaver Dam State Park and I had to take over to maneuver us into a parking spot. By then, the younger ones, their initial curiosity assuaged, were playing a video game, competing, and only occasionally looking at each other's good parts. I actually thought this crazy idea was working. Scotty stripped down while I was parking the bus, and by the time I had everything jacked up and stabilized, he was happily lounging around with an impressive boner, trying to act nonchalant about it, and staring at his sister. Beaver Dam State Park had no beavers, but they did have a dam and it produced hydroelectric power, so I made them get dressed and we caught the last tour of the day. It was pretty impressive. They wanted to go for a hike, so we did that. Supper was what I call hash, which is a mixture of cut up microwaved potatoes and ground beef and a can of cream of mushroom soup, all mixed together. It doesn't take that long to make, except that I was a little freaked out by being naked while I did it. The kids got naked as soon as they hit the bus after the hike. They watched one of the Die Hard movies while I made supper. We ate, and they wanted to finish the movie. I'd seen it at least five or ten times, so I went to my bedroom and started reading one of the paperbacks I'd gotten from the salvage library in Glenndale. A lot of stuff was salvaged, and if nobody claimed it, it was made available for anybody's use. I woke up and realized I'd fallen asleep while reading. The book was on my chest, and the light was still on. I went to put the book on the night stand and turn the light off, when I heard a sound. It was one of those sounds that makes the hair on the back of a parent's neck stand up, because it sounds like an offspring is in pain. I got up and made it to the hallway between my bedroom and the living area, before I heard something else that made me stop. "Oh Lynne, please don't stop," moaned my elder son's voice. It was coming from the second bedroom, the door of which was slightly open and only a couple of feet ahead of me. It was dark where I was, and the only light was coming from that bedroom, so I moved forward just enough that I could see through the crack of the open door into the bedroom. All three of my children were there, on the bed. I was to find out later that Lynne decided she wanted to find out if her older brother's erection felt like her younger brother's erection, so she went to their bedroom and Scott got educated on just how far behind he was. He was lying on his back and she was sitting beside him, Indian style, leaning forward so she could run her hand up and down his rigid member. He was staring between her legs. Shaun was watching and stroking himself slowly. Apparently, the removal of clothing also removed the strictures against masturbating in public. Or what amounted to public, in this situation. "Faster!" gasped Scotty. "Like this?" Her hand motion doubled in speed and his hips arched. "Yeah! I'm gonna cum!" he panted. "Really?" Lynne sounded excited. "Shaun's didn't squirt. Is yours really going to?" His penis answered for him as a line of white arched up through the air and landed on his chest. Lynne, surprised, let go of him and sat up. He grabbed for his prick and finished himself off. I glanced over at Shaun, who was panting now, his own hand having sped up too. "Cool," sighed Lynne as she watched Scott milk his penis dry. "Watch this," gasped Shaun, who apparently felt like he was losing ground. He spurted a line of cum, equally impressive, except it landed on the covers, instead of himself. "Damn, Shaun!" complained Scott, moving over. His brother's semen hadn't come anywhere close to him, but he moved anyway. "Guys are messy," said Lynne, whose hand, no longer filled with stiff penis, had found its way between her legs. It looked like she was rubbing her pussy, but I couldn't actually see that. "That was so hot," groaned Scott. "I've been trying to get Tammy to do that for six months." "She should," said my daughter. "It's fun." I realized I was spying on my children. Of course the next thing I thought of was that my children were doing something they weren't supposed to be doing, so that meant spying on them was a good thing. Except I hadn't stepped in to stop what was going on. Furthermore, my own cock was hard as a rock. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. It was obvious she wasn't under any duress, and that what had happened wasn't traumatic to anybody in the room. The memory of playing doctor with my own sister popped into my mind. Then the memory of all those times she crawled into bed with me arrived like a huge wave. Except instead of visualizing my sister, with me on top of her, I visualized Lynne, with her brothers on top of her. Sarah and I had thought we had been lucky I never knocked her up. We didn't know she was infertile. But that wasn't the situation for Lynne. I had pushed open the door before I even thought about it. Which is to say I pushed open the door while naked, with a boner for my daughter, and walked into the bedroom without thinking about it. Of course as soon as I was in there ... I thought about it. I looked at my kids. Scott and Shaun looked nervous. Lynne was looking at my boner. "We need to talk," I said. ------- It was at this point when I learned all that had happened while Scott and I were driving. It was obvious that Pandora's box was open. The kids suddenly weren't so much "kids" as they had been a few weeks ago. So, in my brain-addled way, I thought that educating them on the dangers of the kind of play they had discovered, and where it could lead to, was in order. So I told them about Sarah and me. What I was trying to do was alert them to the possibility that their temptations were genetic or something, and that it might be a good idea to curtail them severely, else they get carried away, like Sarah and I had. Of course what I actually did was lay before them the fact that their father and aunt had fucked like bunnies, and everything had turned out just hunky dory. It's all in how you look at it, I guess. Of course I didn't know that's what they were mulling over in their minds at the time. I thought I had applied the brakes. Again, I would find out later that there were other misconceptions that day. We had a good discussion about Lynne's curiosity, for example. The boys pointed out that it was probably better she had experimented with them than an unnamed boyfriend. I said that maybe the going naked thing had been more than they could handle, but they disagreed, all three saying that they'd thought it was a stupid idea at first, but then realized it was making them think a lot. Scotty pointed out that, while he had known it wasn't a great idea to let his sister masturbate him, he'd been unable to control himself well enough to stop her. His purpose for saying this was to use himself as an example of "the average guy" who could be expected to "take whatever he could get." It was, ostensibly, a warning to his little sister about boys. What she really got out of it was that whatever she wanted her brothers to let her do ... they were likely to let her do. Then there was the question I had really hoped none of them would remember to ask. It was Lynne, who did so. "So ... Daddy ... how come you were hard when you came in here?" It was at that point that they found out their father was a voyeur. Of course that's not how I put it. I said I'd been concerned because I thought someone was hurt, and then shocked to see what was happening. And then I had intervened, still shocked, which was probably why my body had reacted. I probably should have gone with the piss boner explanation. The boys would have bought that one. But all three of my children were intelligent, and it didn't take any of them long to figure out it had taken me almost five minutes to react after I saw what they were doing. And none of them believed I was in shock for five minutes or that shock caused an erection. So what they heard was that I got turned on by what they were doing. Which is exactly how they reacted. Which meant I was neither horrified nor shocked. I really shouldn't have told them about Sarah and me. ------- What they did tumble to was the fact that I was trying to put on the brakes. True, like most kids, they were overconfident and thought they could handle things that their parent thought they could not. But they did at least play the game for a while. In fact, they were very circumspect about things that day. As I drove, one of them sat as navigator, clothed, of course. And whenever it was Lynne and a brother in back, they made sure to come offer us snacks or ask questions or do something to show me they were just doing normal things, instead of sexing each other up all over the place. We stopped that night at a KOA campground, which had a pool. The kids were excited about that, and headed off to swim while I leveled and hooked up the bus. I hit the convenience store to restock on milk, eggs, hamburger and sausage. Meanwhile, the boys learned a valuable lesson about how women can look sexier with something on than they do without it. Or maybe it's sexiness of a different nature. Like steak tastes good, and scalloped potatoes taste good, but in different ways. What Lynne's suit covered, the boys knew they'd get to see later on, and it fired them up. We even had a discussion about it over supper. Naked, of course. I had this brilliant idea to wear them all out, so I said we were all going for a run. Running was one of the few things I could do during the cleanup in Glenndale, so I was in pretty good shape. I talked to the guy who ran the store, who showed me a good course on the map, and off we went. It was only a two mile course, but I stretched it out over the last quarter mile, teasing the kids, telling them their old man was beating them, until we all ended up sprinting the last two hundred yards or so. Which was why I was too tired to wake up when Lynne crawled in bed with me that night ... just like my little sister had all those years before. ------- I did wake up, actually, but it was a little too late. I had a raging hardon, and it was currently in Lynne's mouth as she sucked lovingly on it. I said a forbidden word, turned on the light and sat up. Lynne was squinting at me in the light, having released me to sit back on her calves. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I just wanted to see what it was like," she said in a disturbingly little girl voice. I looked at her. She looked back. She broke the silence. "I didn't think you'd approve if I did it to one of the boys." "And you thought I'd be all happy if you did it to me?" My voice was heavy with sarcasm. "Some of my friends back in Oklahoma talked about it, and this guy who thought he was my boyfriend kept trying to get me to do it, but I was never interested until..." She looked away. "Now," she finally finished. I looked at her lips ... lips that had recently been clamped around my rock hard phallus. It was surreal. I tried to think of other things. "So why didn't you talk to me about this earlier?" I asked. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Who talks to their dad about blow jobs?" "Who gives their dad a blow job instead of just talking about it?" I shot back. "I'm sorry!" she whined. "I just got so ... I don't know ... but I knew after what happened before that you'd be mad if I did it to one of the boys and it was all I could think about." Scotty pushed through my door, which she had left partially open. "What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. Shaun was right behind him. We had been too loud. "Nothing," I said. "Go back to bed. Your sister and I were just talking about something." "At two in the morning?" He sounded skeptical. He looked at my cock, which was still nice and hard. "Were you letting her jack you off?" Now he sounded angry. "After you told us not to?" "No!" I said. "She came in here while I was sleeping!" I didn't have to explain anything to my two sons, but I sort of forgot that, at that moment. "What were you talking about?" he asked, still suspicious. My daughter still liked her independence, and when it sounded like her big brother was trying to exert authority over her, she balked. Actually, she went beyond balking. "I tried to give him a blow job, okay? Not that it's any of your business! So just butt out and go back to bed!" Like she thought that would resolve everything. ------- I was sure they could hear us in the next motor home over. Scotty and Lynne were angry. Shaun kept saying "She can give me a blow job if she wants!" and I was trying to get them all to shut up. Finally it was quiet. "This has gotten completely out of control," I said. "Why?" asked Scott. I gaped at him. "Come on, Dad. You and Aunt Sarah did stuff and it was fine. Why can't we?" I thought of several arguments. I thought of the fact that this would inevitably end up with a big, fat prick stuffed into Lynne's young, virgin pussy. But they knew that had happened with me and Sarah, and I didn't want to remind them of that. I thought about the pregnancy issue, but that would remind them I had fucked their aunt long, deep and continuous ... and that she hadn't gotten pregnant. And I really couldn't tell them why. I didn't think Sarah would appreciate me talking about her situation with the boys. It was bad enough that they knew she'd slept with me. I thought about society's strictures against incest. But I had ignored those myself. I thought about the fact that Lynne was too young to be involved in a complex emotional relationship. But she already was. She loved her brothers and me. We loved her back, far above and beyond anything involving sex, and that's a complex, and deeply emotional kind of relationship. Besides, history clearly documents that girls younger than her had been having sex for hundreds of thousands of years. Basically, the only thing I had was "Do as I say ... not as I do." Or did. But you get the drift. I got a bit frustrated. I turned to my daughter. "Do you want to have sex with your brothers?" Her eyes got wide. "Wait a minute!" she said. "I didn't say that!" I looked at Scott. "Do you want to have sex with Lynne?" He actually thought about it. It was obvious he was thinking about it. Finally he looked at her. "I want you to want to have sex with me," he said. "Does that make sense?" She nodded, and I groaned. "But that doesn't mean I do," she said. I felt a little better. "Not yet, anyway," she added. "So ... do you want to have sex with Dad?" asked Shaun, who wasn't about to be left out of this conversation. Lynne looked around at all three of us. "It's different with Daddy," she said. "I don't know how to explain it. You're my brothers. I think you're both cool and I love you. Thinking about messing around with you is fun. But thinking about being with Daddy makes me feel sexy and horny. It's different. I can't explain it." "So ... would you let him ... do it?" Shaun's voice made it sound like he was in awe. Who of, I don't know, but he was definitely in awe. "I never thought about doing it," she said. "Not really." She took a deep breath. All three of us watched her breasts rise and fall. "Not until you said that, anyway. Now that I am thinking about it ... all I can tell you is that it isn't scary." "You mean thinking about doing it with him isn't scary," said Shaun. He was obviously fascinated with this concept. "It makes me feel all warm right here," she said, pointing to a spot just below her belly button. I groaned. "But you don't want to do it with us," said Shaun. "I don't know!" she yelled. It startled all three of us. "Why are you asking me these questions? I didn't plan on fucking anybody! I just wanted to find out what giving a blow job was like! "Hey, calm down," I said, opening my arms to her by instinct. She crawled over my legs, her knee brushing my still erect cock, and I enfolded her in my arms. "You don't have to have sex with anybody." "Yes I do," she whined. "I have to someday, and it will probably be one of you!" She reached for my erection and grasped it firmly. "You all want to have sex with me. That's what this means!" "But we love you," I said. "Nobody's going to force you to do anything. You know that." "I know that tooooo," she bawled. "And that's what makes me want to have sex with all three of you!" She broke down, sobbing. ------- Believe it or not, my penis went flaccid right then and there. It was the anguish in her voice that made me lose my desire to have her that way. My baby was in pain, and all I wanted to do was make it okay. The next thing I knew, the boys and I were having a great conversation about girls, and how to treat them and not treat them. I talked about how hormones affect decisions and how confused young people can be, and how that's exactly the wrong set of circumstances to try to have a real, romantic, sexual relationship in. Throughout the whole thing my daughter just cuddled in my arms. When I went soft she let go of my cock. She didn't say a word during the whole conversation. Finally we were talked out. I told the boys to go on back to bed, and they did. I noticed both of them were flaccid now too. After they were gone, and before I could tell her to go to bed on the couch, she said "Can I stay here?" I had just given a high-minded speech, and I was still worried that my little girl was in pain, so I said "Sure." I turned off the light. It was warm enough no covers were needed, but she did cuddle up to me, with one arm over my chest, and one knee on my thigh. But that was okay, and before I could be surprised about it, we both drifted off to sleep. ------- When I woke up, it was morning. Lynne was still draped halfway over me. I got out from under her and went to the bathroom. When I came back, she was laid out, arms thrown wide and legs open. She was still asleep, though, and it was unconscious. I stared at her pussy lips, which were pale and tightly closed. I was thinking about that comment she'd made when she was distraught, about wanting to have sex with all three of us. So I didn't go back to bed. Instead, I made batter for waffles. The odors of that and frying bacon got the others up. Nobody seemed to feel like talking, and we ate in silence. Finally, pushing her clean plate aside, Lynne spoke. "I'm sorry," she said. "What do you have to be sorry for?" asked Scott. "For getting all boo hooey last night," she said. "No biggie," he said. "Dad was right. We get all worked up on hormones sometimes. We just need to think of ways to control that, that's all." He reached for the last piece of bacon at the same time Shaun did. They broke it in half and shared. Shaun spoke before he ate his half. "I don't want to make you cry," he said. "I feel bad when you cry." "Good boy," I said. He didn't take offense at being called "boy" in that context. "You didn't make me cry," she said. "I just got all confused and frustrated, that's all." "Like Dad said. You don't have to do anything. We were both jerking off before you came along." Scott was firm. "But I like touching you guys," she complained. "Okay," he said. "But let's give it a rest for a while and give you time to get things figured out in your head." I almost said "Good boy" to him too. I was really proud of him. I found out later the only reason he said that was because he wanted to fuck her so bad he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself if they got frisky again. I wasn't the only one who'd heard her say she wanted to have sex with all three of us. But he was also old enough to understand where that crazy comment came from. It came from a girl who was confused and frustrated. Just like he was. Scott drove that day. We were taking our time. 60 was still fine, even on the interstate. People passed us right and left, like we were standing still, but we weren't bothering anybody. I think the only people who got miffed at us were truckers, and a lot of them waved as they sailed past. I haven't listed all the places we stopped, but there were a lot of them. We were due to arrive at Carlsbad Caverns that afternoon, and it was a pretty straightforward run, so I asked Shaun if he wanted to be the navigator for a while so I could talk to Lynne. He got dressed and we swapped places. I found her reading a book, lying on my bed. "Hey, pumpkin," I said. "Feel like talking?" She looked at me over the top of the book. "Not unless you get undressed first." I chalked that up to her being stubborn, so I got naked. She looked at my cock, which was hanging loose and wrinkled. It's not all that impressive looking when it's small like that, and I felt a little self conscious. "I like looking at you," she said. "It makes me horny. Is there something wrong with me?" I felt my cock twitch. Whose wouldn't if a beautiful young woman said he made her horny? But I ignored that and sat down on the bed. "Nah," I said casually. "You're pretty normal. That's what nature gave you all those hormones for, to get you horny and get you laid." "I never felt like this before," she argued. "That's my fault," I said. "It was my cockamamie idea for us all to run around naked, and let you see hardons. I suspect it wasn't the best idea I've ever had." "You're wrong," she said. "I know it seems that way now," I said, "But when you get older -" "No." she interrupted me. "You're wrong about the going nude part. Remember that first night, when you guys caught me in the lake? When I was ... masturbating?" I nodded. The mental image caused my cock to jerk. It was starting to fill with blood. I thought about clamping it off at the base to stop it, but that would look weird to her. "That was because of you," she said. "Me?" "When you came to get me to go on this trip, I was so excited. I mean I love Aunt Sarah and all that, but I wanted to be back with you. And the boys too. When I saw them, I just about peed my pants I was so happy. And I kept looking at you, and I felt that thing in my tummy that told me I was turned on. And it was confusing, but it was also real. And that night it was so bad I had to do something, so I went down to the lake and I thought about you, and I just had to ... do it." "Oh," I said, a little breathlessly. My cock was now standing up. It wasn't rock hard yet, but it wasn't far from it either. "And then, when I saw the boys like that," she pointed at my penis, "and then you too, it made me feel like I was going to explode or something." "I told you," I said. "It's just a natural reaction." "And maybe what I'm feeling is a natural reaction too!" she said. "Maybe that's why I wanted to see what the boys felt like ... and what you tasted like." A long time ago, my wife told me that, nine times out of ten, when a woman is complaining about something, she's not actually looking for answers, which is what a man instinctively tries to give her. Instead, said my wife, she just wants the man to listen to her concerns. And once in a while, she wants to do something, and is trying to get her mate's approval. I looked at my daughter, who looked like my wife. "So what do you want to do?" She stared at me. I could see uncertainty in her eyes. Maybe even fear. "I want to finish what I started in here last night." ------- There it was. Out in the open. My daughter wanted to give me a blow job. And she was making it quite clear she was doing so voluntarily. "Have you thought this through?" I asked. "Since I've never done it, I have no idea how to think it through," she said, reasonably. "Okay, let's say you start, and then decide you don't like it." "Then I quit." "What about me? I'm going to be excited if you do this." "I got Scotty to squirt. I can do the same thing for you." I decided not to argue about that, even though I knew how it takes just the right touch to get a guy off, usually. "So what happens if you decide to keep going and I squirt in your mouth?" She mulled that over for a moment, and then looked at me. "What does it taste like?" "How would I know?" I said, shrugging. "I've never done it either." "Of course not!" she laughed. "Did Mom ever do that for you?" I nodded. "Did you squirt in her mouth?" "Sometimes," I said. I didn't want to tell her that I preferred to squirt in Roxy's pussy rather than her mouth. "And did she like it?" I had to admit that she had. I did not supply the information that her mother had loved anything that drove me crazy, and her swallowing my spunk drove me crazy. "If Mom liked it, then I will too," she said firmly. "Easy to say," I said. "But you need to have a wastebasket handy, just in case." "It doesn't make that big a mess," she said. "Yes, but hurling does," I counseled. She got off the bed and got the plastic wastebasket from the corner, under the shelf below the window. I got off the bed and told her I'd be right back. I went up front to ask the boys how it was going. They were singing along with a CD in the radio. We were still at least an hour from needing to stop anywhere, and it was interstate all the way. When I got back, she was masturbating. "What's up with that?" I asked. She paused, but did not stop. "I'm excited," she said. "Really excited." "You want to try this that much?" "I do," she said. "Are you sure I'm not a slut, Daddy?" "Of course not," I said. "You appear to be highly sexed, but so was your mother, and so is your Aunt." "Aunt Sarah is a slut," she moaned. "Funny you should say that," I said, watching her rub her clitty with two fingertips. "When I picked you up, I asked her if she was still a slut and she said she had given that up. She said she was a fuddy duddy about sex these days." "She teases Uncle Frank all the time!" moaned Lynne. "She rubs her pussy on his thigh while she kisses him. She grabs his butt when he walks by. She calls him stud and cowboy, and she calls herself his brood mare!" "She wanted children a lot," I said. "I know. It's sad. When she said she'd adopt my first ones, it made me feel funny. I can't imagine having a baby and giving it away, but if I had to, I'd give it to Aunt Sarah." "Let's hold off on the babies for a while," I said softly. "Okay, but I'm telling you right now, Daddy, you'd better get some birth control pills for me, because whatever is going on inside me is making me think more and more about making babies." "I'll think about that," I said. Thinking about that had me as hard as a rock, and when I unconsciously flexed my groin muscles, it raised and lowered in salute to her beauty. "Are you ready?" she asked, suddenly sounding shy. "I have to confess I am very ready," I admitted. "Good," she said, the shy gone. "Because I am too. ------- Chapter 3 I lay on the bed, with my hands behind my head on the pillow, propped up so I could see. Lynne got between my spread legs, on her knees and elbows, one hand holding my rod upright while she studied it. "You've already had it in your mouth," I reminded her. "I know, but that was in the dark, and I was scared and this is different." "Okay," I said. "Take your time." She did, inspecting my cock, (which I had washed on the way back from the front, but I didn't tell her that, ) by working the foreskin back and forth over the knob. "Yours is different than the boys," she said. "It's rougher, or something." "It wants you to suck it," I said softly. I decided if she wanted to play this game, I'd play too. "I know," she said, looking up at me. "You said to take my time." "It's horny," I rasped. "It wants to be in you beautiful hot little mouth. It wants to feel your tongue playing with the tip." Her face infused with blood. I thought she was blushing out of embarrassment, at first, but then she licked her lips and I saw hunger in her eyes. "Like this?" she asked, and then her mouth swooped down over the head. She sucked, her cheeks collapsing. There was no room for her tongue to play with anything. "Oh fuck yeah," I groaned. Her lips pulled off with an audible 'pop.' She was still flushed when she looked up at me. "Wow," she panted. "Suck, woman!" I growled. "You better make it go soft, before it looks for another hot hole to wiggle its way into." Her eyes went round and she held her breath. Then she swooped down again. I had to break out of my role as a growling satyr to give her pointers, such as stroking the part she couldn't get into her mouth, and using her lips to slide on and off of the tip, explaining that that was taking the place of the foreskin she had pushed down onto the shaft. Then I threatened to fuck her again and she started making mewling noises. I noticed two things that needed to be addressed. First, she just didn't have enough experience to bring me off. What she was doing was fabulous, but not enough. Secondly, she had her left hand between her legs. What I suspected was she was going to end up doubly frustrated. So I stopped her. "Come here, baby," I said, as she looked up at me in confusion. "Let me help you." I scooted down and reversed her, pulling her knees into position above my face. She figured out what I was going to do and froze. "Daddy, you can't," she gasped. "Just get back to work, girl," I growled. "But Daddy, I'm all yucky down there!" "If you'd rather I fuck it than lick it, that's fine with me," I said, in my best satyr voice. But rather than let her actually make that decision, I pulled her hips down and raised my head to put a lip lock on her pussy lips. She squealed and wiggled a bit, but then went still as I thrust my tongue between those lips as far into her as I could. Then she went back to work on my prick. What I was doing to her made all the difference in how she did things to me. As her passion climbed, her natural instincts took over and she learned to love what she was doing. And when I felt her shudder through an orgasm, I was so pleased that I'd given her one that I was able to let go and give her a taste of what she was after. Again, I think because she was so fired up, she never thought about spitting or puking. She just sucked and swallowed and sucked some more. I went soft in her hand, but she didn't care, sucking on the tip while I worked over her clitty to bring her off a second time. When she shuddered and shook her way through that one, she pulled her pussy away from my mouth and turned around. Her kisses on my lips were passionate too, and neither of us minded the fact that our lips were slippery and sliding around, covered in each other's juices. Finally she fell limply on my chest, turned her head sideways, and just breathed. "I love you so much, Daddy," she panted. "I know, baby. I love you too," I said. "Was that what you had in mind?" "Better," she sighed. "Much better." ------- I left her there to nap and got dressed to go up and relieve whoever needed relieving. When they found out their sister was taking a nap, neither boy felt like going into the back. Instead, Shaun started reading through the brochures on Carlsbad Caverns and the Grand Canyon, which was the stop after that. They made a game of it, reading the brochures in deep announcer voices, as if they were describing the attraction to someone who had just won a trip there on Wheel Of Fortune or something. It was pretty funny. Once we got to Carlsbad Caverns National Park, I found a place to park and set up. Lynne got dressed and we caught a shuttle bus to the caverns, where we only had to wait maybe twenty minutes for a tour. It was something new and very exciting for all of us, an amazing sight for our eyes as we learned how these huge caverns were made over time. When we got out, we decided to walk back to the camper. I wished I'd gotten a cheap car to pull behind the camper. We all wanted to go out to eat. Then I saw the rental car place, so we rented an SUV for the evening. We went into town and had southwestern cuisine, and then went over to the Gerrells Performing Arts Center, where there was a concert by a group called Wind Machine that night. They had one of those guitars with two necks on it, and for one number, all five of them played it at the same time. Two plucked the strings, while two more fingered the frets, and the fifth one used the body for percussion. It was pretty amazing. All in all we had a great time. By the time we turned in the car and walked back to the camper, it was midnight. When Lynne said the boys could have the bedroom again, I didn't think anything of it. But when she came into my room half an hour later ... naked ... I knew she didn't plan on sleeping on the couch. Without a word, she crawled on the bed and settled herself with her face over my cock. She looked up at me through lowered lashes. "I like your taste," she said. "But the way we did it last time made me want something longer and bigger around than my finger inside me." She licked the tip of my cock. "So I think it's better if you don't do that." "There's a reason I did things the way I did last time," I said. She wanted to know about that, so I explained about how sensitive a man's penis is to this and that kind of manipulation. She insisted that I teach her how to get me to spurt without making her want to have it spurting inside her, so to speak, so we set to work on doing that. When she found out that, basically, what she had to do was jack me off while sucking the tip, she said that wasn't any fun. I told her she could make love to it all night long if she wanted, but if she wanted to taste the juice, that was what she had to do. So she spent the better part of half an hour making love to my penis with her mouth and hands, and then jerked the spunk out of me like a pro. I was astonished. And when I told her it was coming, she sealed her lips around the tip and sucked like it was a straw. That didn't work so well, and some of my cum squirted out around her lips. She just cleaned her hand up like a kitten would clean its paw, and then raised glittering eyes up to meet mine. "I changed my mind," she said. "I want you to lick me." "What happened to you being worried about wanting more?" I asked. "It's all soft now," she said. "Even if I want more, I can't have it. This is the perfect time. Please?" Which is how she ended up on her back, knees up, heels wide, as I lay between her legs and licked and sucked her until she had to cover her face with a pillow while she screamed. I let her recover a little bit, and then crawled up to kiss her nose. "You're in big trouble, little missy," I said, licking where I'd just kissed. "Why?" she asked, still panting lightly. "'Cause I'm not soft anymore," I whispered. I managed to jerk my face aside, barely avoiding getting head-butted as her head jerked up, her eyes open wide, to see my prick, hanging above her now relaxed and gaping pussy lips. "Oh Daddy," she whispered. "This is what it's all about, Pumpkin," I said softly. "Now that I've had part of you, I want it all. Every man will, baby, and that's what you have to understand. If I was any other man in the whole world, it would already be balls deep in you by now." "Oh Daddy," she gasped. Her hands went to my hips. They gripped my flesh, but not hard. "It's not a game, honey," I said. "This is serious business. I want you so bad, I'm willing to do it without a condom. That's how much I want you. See what I mean? You can't let yourself get into this situation unless you're willing to go the whole distance." Her eyes had been staring at my thick stalk, the tip only an inch away from her slick pussy. Now her eyes came up to look into mine. "Daddy?" "What?" "What if I am willing?" I groaned, "Oh baby, please don't tease me." I sagged, and the tip of my prick brushed her mons, just above her split. "I'm not teasing, Daddy," she moaned. "I love you. I feel like I'm going to explode again. I need something, Daddy. I think I need you!" "You're a virgin, honey. It hurts the first time," I moaned. "I've had Aunt Sarah's dildo in me," she whispered. "She doesn't know. I found it one day when she wasn't there, and I tried it." "Oh damn," I groaned. "I do need you, Daddy," she whined. "I need something, or I'm going to go crazy!" Her right hand left my hip, and just her fingertips touched my rod, pushing it down, until it was poised, ready to impale her untried pussy. "Oh fuck," I groaned. "I think that's what I want," she whispered. Her fingers pulled on my penis, gently, guiding it as my hips sank another inch, until I was notched in her heat. Then her hand went back to my hip and her nails dug in to pull gently. At that point, I was helpless. At least I didn't just ram it in her. At least I was able to control the rate of penetration so it was steady as she inhaled, and then exhaled, her eyes wide, and then inhaled again, taking in a huge breath as my balls gently touched her ass. "Oh fuck!" she gasped. Her eyelids blinked rapidly. "I didn't know..." "Does it hurt?" I rasped. Her whole body was rigid, with the exception of her neck and head. She shook her head furiously and squeaked "No." So I pulled it out of her and slid it back in, bouncing off her mons this time. Her squeak this time was more of a sobbing rush of air out of her lungs as her arms came up to crush me to her. I felt the tip of my cock pushing at her cervix, and wiggled from side to side to maul her clit. She made wet nonsense sounds in her throat as her hips tried to bounce up off the bed. I pulled out and slid in again twice, and her eyes blinked closed and open again half a dozen times. I stopped, thinking she might be in pain after all. "You okay?" I asked. This time she nodded, and her hands began giving me instructions, until I was truly fucking her with a gentle, languid rhythm, making sure to scrape the top of my cock along her clit as I moved it in or out. She got redder and redder in the face, her body still stiff, until she took a huge breath and said "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" through clenched teeth. I felt her sheath ripple all around my cock, and knew she was having an orgasm, her first with a penis in her. It's almost impossible to explain how I felt, because I was proud and horrified, all at the same time. My baby was having a good time, and I was responsible for it, and that felt good. At the same time I knew I should be shot, because our lives would never be the same again. I clung to the fact that Sarah had gone on to have a perfectly normal life, as my daughter's vagina fluttered and milked until I had to stop. I was on a hair trigger, and deep in her. Slowly - moving too fast would make me lose it - I pulled out bit by bit, until she finally realized I was taking it out. "No!" she whispered, and her hand grabbed for my hips again. I jerked fast, feeling the flood of semen rushing through my prick, and got clear just as the first rope painted her open pussy mouth. I kept moving my ass backwards as she said "No!" again, louder, and empted my prick on the covers between her thighs. "Dadeeeeee," she moaned, unhappy at being empty, but I didn't care. Only a little had gotten in her, and then not deep. I owed her that much, at the bare minimum. Then the room light went on, and Shaun said "Not fair! Not fair at all!" while Scotty said "What the fuck?" and we looked over to see them both standing in the open door. Since they had been sleeping in the same bed, they had on underwear. ------- I didn't have a leg to stand on. I was toast and I knew it. So I just sat there, on the edge of the bed, while they yelled at me. And stared at the white mess in the mouth of their sister's pussy. Of course they weren't interested in hearing something like "We lost control." Nor were they going to listen to a "This is what I warned you about" speech. I guess Lynne felt just as bad because she wasn't saying anything either. On the other hand, she wasn't covering up, not even to close her legs and hide the evidence of what had just happened. She just kept looking from one to the other, her face indecipherable. Basically, we just let them rant on until they got tired of ranting. When it finally got quiet, Lynne spoke. "It was my fault. I made him do it." Like two teenage boys are going to believe that. When they quieted down again, she sat up, and then stood. On bare feet, she stepped closer to them both. Do not ask me why, but the boys moved closer together and leaned away from her, like they were afraid of her! She played them like my sister had played me when we were young. She put her hands on her hips and addressed them both. "You'll both get your turn ... but only when I'm ready. I was ready for him tonight. That's just the way things are ... okay?" They were speechless. It was like she was a bear, and had said "I'll eat you when I get around to it. Meantime, just stay frozen right there where I can keep an eye on you." Except she didn't want to keep an eye on them. "Now, you interrupted us, and I need to talk to Daddy about things, so if you'll both go back to bed, I'll come in, in a minute and see if I can't make it easier for you to get back to sleep, Okay?" This time Scotty nodded, his face stiff. He backed up to the door, though, and went through it backwards, leaving Shaun there alone. Lynne gave him a gentle push, and he skittered back out of the door. She closed the door firmly. I think she'd have locked it, had there been locks on the doors, which there weren't. She turned around to face me. "That's the only time I've ever done that, but I got the feeling you stopped a little early. Is that right?" "I stopped before I got you pregnant," I said softly. "Oh," she said. "Okay. Why don't you take the cover off that you made a mess on, and I'll be back in a few minutes." Then she opened the door she'd just closed, walked through it, and closed it again. But not before she said "I won't be long." ------- I had to go peek. What man would have been strong enough not to? She had closed my door, but not theirs. By the time I got there (I took care of the bedspread first) she had Scotty on his back, naked, with one hand on his chest and one on his thigh as she stood beside the bed and leaned over his dick. Of course I don't know what she said to get him that way, but he was already hard. Shaun sat off to one side, on the bed, watching. He was also naked, and also hard. Lynne was looking up at her older brother. "There's no competition in this family," she said. "I love all three of you. And when I learn something new, I'll eventually practice it with everybody. What I need you to do is be patient, and let me do this at my own speed, okay?" Scotty was a smart kid. With her in that position, it wasn't too hard to figure out what she was about to do. He swallowed and nodded his head. Without using her hands, she captured his prick in her mouth and moved her lips up and down along his shaft while she sucked. His groan made me want to giggle hysterically. His hips bucked and he cried out like he was in pain. Then everything stopped. Very slowly, she pulled her lips up his shaft and off the tip. His cock was already half soft as she stood up and swallowed. "That was quick," she commented. "Oh man!" sighed her younger brother, who reached for his stiff prick with one hand. "Don't you touch that!" she warned him. "You're next." "Oh man!" he gasped, and literally pushed his big brother off the edge of the bed. Lynne had to step back to avoid his falling, flailing, complaining body. Then she stepped over him and kneed up onto the bed so she could reach Shaun. He lasted longer than his brother, but I honestly think that's only because he had some time to prepare. I'm sure the next time she sucked on Scott's prick, he was able to enjoy it longer. For sure, Shaun made sure she knew how happy he was. His hands toyed with her hair and he told her he loved her at least four or five times before he lost it and she sucked him dry. She swallowed his spend too and then got off the bed. "Better?" she asked sweetly. It was clear to me she had just made both boys her slave. "Okay. See you in the morning." It was also clear that, between the lines, she was telling them she did not want to see them again until it was morning. I almost made it back to my bedroom without getting caught, but I had to close the door, and because I was in a hurry I closed it too fast and it made a noise. She was there right away and came in with a knowing look in her eyes. This girl was learning about men very quickly, but she had always been a quick study. "Did you peek?" she asked. It seemed this was my night for getting caught, so I just nodded. "Are you mad?" That one surprised me. After all that had happened, why would she think I was mad? As I thought about that, and how many times I had tried to turn this particular train off the tracks, I could see where she was coming from. "It's a little late to try to close this barn door," I said. She came to me, hugging me, pressing her naked body up against mine. She kissed my chest and looked up. "It is," she said. "I'd ask how you're doing, but it's pretty obvious you're not all that traumatized by any of this," I said. "Not traumatized ... no," she said. "Amazed. Astonished. Out of my mind happy. But no trauma. Even when you went in me it didn't hurt like I expected it to." "About that," I said. She put a finger against my lips. "Nothing bad happened, Daddy," she said. "That depends on who you ask," I replied. "Well, if they're not a part of this family, I don't really care what they think," she said. "The last thing you need right now is to be pregnant, honey," I said. "And we'll do something to make sure I don't get that way." She kissed my chest again. "But seeing as how I finished my period the day before you picked me up, I don't see any problem with what's happened, and I don't want you throwing cold water on something that I loved very much." "You did?" She reached for my head and pulled me down for a kiss on the lips. It was a very good kiss, and I wondered just where the fuck my little girl had learned how to kiss like that. "I did," she said, after she broke the kiss. "I would have been happier if you hadn't been so hasty about things. I was just beginning to have fun." "You had an orgasm!" I pointed out. "And right in the middle of that you abandoned me!" she argued. "I didn't abandon you," I sighed. "I just pulled out." "I rest my case," she said, smugly. "How did we get to this place?" I wondered, taking a moment to recognize that huge changes had taken place, changes that didn't seem to faze her in the slightest, but which made it a completely different world for me. "We drove. Let's go to bed." "You can't sleep with me," I said. "Why not?" She sounded hurt. "Because if you're in bed with me, that will happen again. I'm helpless to resist you." "Do you want the inside, or should I take that?" she asked, pulling back the sheet, and ignoring me. When I didn't answer, she lay down on her back in the middle of the bed and pulled her knees up. Letting then drift slowly apart, she slid a hand between her legs to touch her clit gently. "I have an idea. Why don't I take the bottom, and you can have the top." Had someone called me on the phone, at that moment, and said "In exactly five minutes, people will be there, with cameras, and if you happen to be fucking your daughter, they're going to take pictures of it and post them on the internet. You'll be shamed forever, in front of the entire world!" ... well ... it wouldn't have made one bit of difference. I had been truthful with her when I said I was helpless to resist her. I did stop to nurse her nipples for the first time, which was a surprise for her, and something she became instantly addicted to. It got her plenty wet enough that when I slid into her again, all she did was give a groan of overstuffed satisfaction. When she popped this time, I tried to resist, but she had what I believe is called a "snapping pussy" which worked on my prick like a portable two-piston milking machine. This time, I stayed deep in her, though, and I pushed so that even if I went soft on her, at least my pubic bone would still be massaging her clit. And that worked, because it moved her from that orgasm into a follow up that sounded like it was less intense, but longer. Her arms went around me and she panted, "I love you Daddy. Please don't ever stop doing this to me." Apparently she meant that, because by morning, she'd pulled me on top of her three more times. ------- I actually hobbled when I got up the next morning. I felt like I was eighty years old. Meanwhile she was stretching that lithe, young, supple body, rubbing her flat belly and murmuring about how wonderful she felt. "Good," I croaked, thinking about brushing my teeth. "Then you can go make breakfast. We're paid up, so all you guys have to do is stow the jacks and unhook and Scott can get us back on the road. I'm going back to bed." "Is poor Daddy all worn out?" she teased. Then a contrite "I'm sorry. I do love you. And I love what you did for me last night. I'll always love you for that." "We'll see," I said. "If your belly swells up, you may change your mind." "Would you stop worrying about that? I told you, it's the wrong time for that to happen. I had sex ed last year in school, you know." "And did they recommend taking chances?" "Of course not," she said. "Then why are you?" "Because I love you, and even if you did get me pregnant it wouldn't be the end of the world." "And just how do you figure that?" I asked. "One, I want you to home school me from now on anyway. I got straight A's last year and was bored half the time. Two, I'm pretty sure Aunt Sarah wasn't kidding about wanting me to have kids for her to raise. Not that I want to do that, but the option is there. I'm just saying it wouldn't be completely terrible if we had an accident. I'm going to want children sooner or later anyway." I could hear the optimism of youth in her voice, and decided not to argue with her. Teens believe what they want to believe, sometimes, just like the rest of us. I just decided that the first chance we got, I'd get her a prescription for the pill and that would take care of that. Flagstaff Arizona was on the itinerary for later that day, and they'd have both doctors and pharmacies. If it cost us an extra day ... who cared? Scotty didn't believe her when Lynne told him he was in charge of getting us unhooked and back on the road. He had to check with me, which woke me up. I admit I was a little short with him. He closed the door and left me in peace. As I drifted off again, I decided that, as completely crazy as this trip had become, things were actually going pretty well. It was nice to know I could just go back to sleep and let the kids take care of things. ------- When I woke up I felt a lot better. We were still moving, but I had to guess at the time, since I'd left my watch up front. I got up, ran my hand through my hair and decided I'd better get dressed, since Scott was probably due to be relieved. When I left the room I found Shaun and Lynne in the common area. He was sitting on the couch, naked, of course, and she was straddling him, with her shins on the couch beside his thighs. They were kissing. I ducked into the bathroom to do my thing there, and when I came out, Shaun had his head laying back on the couch, his eyes closed. It was her rocking motion that tipped me off. He was inside her. She was already fucking the boys. "What are you doing?" I groaned. She turned her head. "Scotty got the first blow job, so Shaun gets to be the first to do this," she said, as if that made everything just fine. "This is not a good idea!" I snapped. "This is a wonderful idea," she said. "Don't be jealous, Daddy." I wanted to yell, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. As I went to the front, I heard Shaun give a gasping groan and knew his adolescent penis was spurting his sister full of creamy teenaged spend ... the kind that was extra virile because it was so young and fresh. Scotty obviously knew what was going on back there, because when I offered to relieve him, he pulled over right then and there, hopped out of the seat and went straight to the back. I had to strap in and get us going again, so I couldn't chase after him and try to talk sense into my children. In an amazingly short amount of time, Shaun, fully dressed, eased himself into the navigator's seat and stared out of the windscreen. I tried to think of something to say, but was lost for words. What do you say to your fifteen-year-old son about his first full sexual experience, especially when he had it with his sister? Apparently he didn't have the same problem. Eventually he turned to me. "It's going to be okay, Dad. Really. We talked about it, and things will be fine." "Easy for you to say," I said, but left it at that. I looked in the rearview mirror just in time to see Scott, now naked, pulling his sister into the bedroom. They were both running, like they were newlyweds or something. ------- When we got to Flagstaff, I saw the little blue and white sign that said "Hospital" on it, with an arrow pointing the way, and found the place. I knew there would be a slew of doctor's offices and clinics surrounding the hospital, and I was right. It took five hours, but I finally got her in to see a doctor, who was very curious about why a fourteen-year-old girl on vacation with her family would be in such urgent need of birth control pills. Lynne, with a perfectly straight face, said she'd forgotten to refill her prescription before we left, and was going to run out in less than a week. When he asked her what brand she was taking, she shrugged and said "I don't know. They're in a yellow case." Then he wanted to know who our doctor was, and I told him, knowing what he'd run into if he called Glenndale, where phone lines still weren't restored, and many records were scattered to the winds. Eventually he just examined her, wrote the prescription and went on to the next patient. She took her first pill as soon as we got back in the Hurricane from going into the pharmacy. I didn't see any of the kids from then until we got to the Grand Canyon and I parked. I found them all in the bedroom, sleeping together naked. Her legs were closed, so I couldn't see her pussy lips, but her pubic hair was matted with dried semen. For the rest of the trip, she slept with me every night, and serviced the boys ... or demanded they service her, more likely ... while I drove us back toward the east coast. We all enjoyed the Grand Canyon, but the boys were more fascinated with the grandest canyon, her canyon, as it were. And I wasn't immune. She was hot blooded, and she loved to fuck. She loved learning new positions, and experimenting with new ways to move. Sometimes she wanted to be taken hard and fast. Sometimes she wanted to make it last as long as possible. Sometimes she reached for an orgasm with single-minded intensity, and sometimes she sat on top of me, impaled, and just talked a blue streak while she rocked languidly for an hour or more. I didn't get to see what she did with the boys. Not on the trip anyway. On the way back, we talked about what we wanted to do in the future, and everybody agreed that going back to Glenndale was not what we wanted. Our home was gone. They had lost their mother there. Shaun talked about the folks place, where he had spent a year. He said he liked farming, and would like to take some agriculture courses at the local community college when he got out of high school. I think maybe he sold us on the idea of working the farm as a family. Having grown up there, I knew what to expect, but I let him tell his brother and sister about it. He didn't sugar coat it, describing his routine as getting up at five in the morning to do chores. When he was in school, chores lasted until breakfast, after which he got on the bus and went to school. In the summer, chores lasted ... well ... all day long. That's just how things were. On the other hand, he said, if there were more hands to do those chores, then there might be more time for other things. I was pretty sure I knew what he had in mind by "other things." He looked at Lynne's chest when he said that. Scott had gotten into Air Force ROTC while he was living with Don, and had thought about joining the Air Force. He said he wasn't sure about that, though, and could explore his options during his last year of high school. Lynne said she had no idea what she wanted to do, but again brought up home schooling. She said if we lived with my folks on the farm, and she home schooled, she'd have more time to help them. Shaun jumped on that train too. Only Scotty said he was interested in going to public school, because he thought a regular diploma would be better if he went the military route. My parents were ecstatic, of course. They had hoped I'd take over the farm anyway. While I had not wanted to do that when I left home, I looked at things a bit differently now. Mom's health wasn't all that it had been, and Dad could use a break too. And I'd grown up there, So it was already home to me. In the end, I gave them the insurance money and they signed the deed over to me. Eventually they took the motor home to Arizona and lived in it down there, but that's a different story. Once we moved into a house again, things changed again. Grandma and Grandpa started going to bed early, because they now had plenty of help to get things done. It was a big house, which meant the boys had a bedroom, Lynne got one, and there was one for me, all upstairs. Only one of them had been used in years, and that one was the one Shaun had used for the last year. We cleaned them all up, but the living arrangements were a lot more fluid than my parents were aware of. Now that Lynne had her own room, she could entertain "visitors" at her leisure. She developed an informal schedule, where each of the boys slept with her in her room two nights a week, and she slept with me in my room the other nights. We were lucky. As sperm-soaked as Lynne stayed, it was amazing that she didn't get pregnant until she was sixteen. By then, the home schooling my mother had decided was her purview, had leapt ahead and they had turned in all the paperwork to the approving authority and were waiting for the graduation certificate to be approved and sent back. Mom had already announced that she and Dad were going to go see the world in the motor home, and it was just the luck of the draw that Lynne didn't have to tell me she had missed two periods before they left. Of course we had no idea who the father was. We men were lucky, in one sense, that she was so highly sexed, because it took all three of us to take care of her sexual needs until she got pregnant. At that point, she slowed down a bit. We men also had our hands full with the farm as her belly grew. I went to the hospital with her to coach her, but she decided to take drugs. She gave birth to a healthy little boy who was obviously Shaun's, based on hair color and the shape of his face. All four of us agreed Shaun was the one who got to her. Scotty did decide to join the Air Force, and that was traumatic when he left. Lynne was miserable for a week or two, and then bounced back. He had said he planned on coming back to the farm after his Air Force hitch, but we weren't sure that would happen. So, in his absence, we knocked Lynne up again. I didn't know it at the time, but she stopped taking the pill when she turned sixteen, and she didn't start up again until she was twenty-two. By then she had four children. The first boy we were sure was Shaun's. And since she restricted access to her pussy to Scott when he came back after the Air Force, the one she had ten months later was his. The two girls in between? It's up for grabs. All we know is they're loved by all and doing fine. She's twenty-six now, the spitting image of her mother, when she walks into my bedroom and drops her clothes to get in bed with me. Scott's son is four now, and she's been saying she wants one more ... one she's sure is mine. I've told her we're fine. I've told her I'm getting a little long in the tooth to father a child. I've even told her it's not a good idea. She's riding me right now, though, leaning over to drop a well used, but surprisingly young looking nipple into my mouth. That snapping pussy is working on my prick. She's teasing me ... saying things like "Cum in me, Daddy. Get me all pregnant again." and "I'm ovulating today, Daddy. If you squirt now, you're gonna be a daddy to your own grandchild." She never listened to me. Not from the very beginning, when my little tomboy turned into a young woman. Instead, she has always embraced what she felt was right for her at the time. And right now ... that's being a mommy. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-02-13 Last Modified: 2012-02-18 / 11:39:33 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------