Storiesonline.net ------- Tumblr Daughter by Lubrican Copyright© 2013 by Lubrican ------- Description: Have you ever been to Tumblr.com, and seen the really interesting photo sites they host? There are pictures of everything you could think of there. Including naked people. I always liked the ones of naked girls. Until, one night, I saw my teenaged daughter's picture at one of those sites. Her friends were there too. It might not have been so bad if all it was was the girls, naked. But there was a guy in some of the pictures. And he wasn't just standing around watching them eat pussy. Codes: mf Mf cons bi inc interr oral mastrb preg ------- ------- Chapter 1 I'm a pervert. It's just that simple. Except that it isn't simple at all. The definition is simple, but I have come to learn that just about all forms of human interaction are complicated, no matter how easily someone puts labels on them. So how did I become a pervert? Well, I suppose it's because I enjoy looking at a beautiful woman, and imagining that I'm making love to her. I fantasize about how happy she is that I'm doing that, and that she's telling me never to stop. But wait. All men do that. So that's not perverted. Okay, so I suppose it has to do with the fact that, one day, I noticed one of my daughter's friends was really cute, and her smile made me have this ache inside. Her name was Sally, or something like that. Amber, my daughter, is one of those girls who has more friends than a man can keep track of, and they come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides. Actually, that's a pretty good analogy, come to think of it. Pretty girls, with bright smiles, and teasing glances ... girls who are fresh and unjaded by repeatedly having their hearts broken ... girls whose bodies are right at the perfect place to do their genetic part in replenishing the species ... those girls are as beautiful to watch as the waves, crashing onto the beach. And those girls have the same kind of force that waves have. They can throw a man off his feet, and carry him away, tumbling head over heels, unable to think, until he finally struggles to his feet with a shit-eating grin on his face. He thinks "Fuck that was fun!" and then hopes it can happen again. Being around those girls can do that same thing to a man ... just turn his world upside down. Of course there are people who hate sex, or seem to think they have the right to determine when, where and with whom one is allowed to further the species. I don't understand them. But somehow they have made all these rules, and come up with the definition of what a pervert is. Like wanting to make love with a fifteen year old girl. They say that's perverted. It doesn't matter if she wants to make love too. They all say she isn't old enough to make that decision. Of course that's because they're afraid some asshole will come along and use her and dump her and ruin her psyche. Which, by the way, is my definition of a pervert ... no matter how old the woman is. But that's not the accepted definition, so I'm stuck with the fact that, by definition, I'm a pervert. I suppose, in mathematical terms, I'm a pervert squared. Maybe I should just tell you what happened, instead of beating myself up for something that I believe Mother Nature actually meant most men to be. I didn't know it at the time, but it all started with a slumber party Amber told me she was having. I know that might sound a bit off to someone, a teenager telling her father what she was going to do, rather than asking if she could do it, but our situation was different than most. My wife was gone, you see, and Amber had, since she was eight, been the woman of the house. More or less. I'm not telling this story well. It's all jumbled up. But that's just because my own mind is all jumbled up. Let me start over and see if I can do it chronologically. Maybe it will make more sense. Heather and I met when I was in my last year at West Point. I was all gung ho about being in the Army and we worked hard and played hard. Heather was finishing up her bachelor's in education, and she had a part time job at this local eatery called Boss Hogg's, a barbeque joint that had it figured out. Their slogan was "Terrifying vegetarians since 1965." She was a babe, and she had this way of flirting, but only with her eyes. It drove me crazy. Anyway, I invited her to my graduation, and was astonished when she agreed. We went out that night and she was as proper as the day is long. Nothing happened. Well, nothing except good conversation. She was a farm girl from Kansas, and she was one of those "good girls" you hear so much about from people with silver hair. All I got was a kiss on the cheek when I took her home and, to be honest, I thought that was it. But then, the next time I was destroying a rack of ribs at Boss Hogg's, she asked me if I wanted to go to her graduation. I did, and afterwards she said she wanted to go home and change out of her cap and gown before we went out. So I went with her and she left the door open when she went in, so I went in too, and was standing around looking at the way she decorated when she walked out of her room ... stark naked. Heather had long, blue-black hair, and she had, after leaving Kansas, stayed out of the sun, so her skin was milky white. Her nipples were darker than the rest of her skin, but so pale they were hard to see. She apparently didn't go in for skimpy bikinis, because it looked like she was all original down there. "Have you ever wanted to fuck a teacher?" she asked. Well, I was lost. It was like she owned me. I asked her to marry me, and she complained that she'd been waiting for me to ask her for over a year. It was like that. She never told me she wasn't on the pill. When I finally got around to having that conversation with her, she was already pregnant, and said "I always knew you'd be the one to father my babies." The wedding was perfect. I had the whole arch of swords thing going on, with all my classmates there. My best man slapped her on the ass with his saber. I got orders for my first assignment, which was Fort Leonard Wood, and she networked through the placement office and had a sixth grade teacher's job all lined up in someplace called Waynesville. Everything was perfect. I was going to be a father soon, and a general sometime later. Then, exactly one week after reporting for duty at my first permanent party assignment, I was heading into the company HQ building for a meeting and had to pass by a scaffold a contractor had put up to do some kind of work. A bolt snapped and the whole thing swayed. The guy who was standing on top of it yelped, and I reached to steady things. It turned out to be more than I expected, and I felt something tear. The whole thing went down, and me with it. And just like that, I was unfit for military service, and was medically retired with a 30% disability. Well ... I say "just like that." Actually, it took over a year. But Heather had a good job, and they need engineers everywhere, even in the Ozarks, so I thought everything would work out. What the Army calls 30% disability doesn't mean you can't do a regular job. It just means you can't be in the Army. In the meantime, Heather had delivered me the cutest little girl I'd ever laid eyes on. Amber was the light of our lives. She was smart, even as a baby. And she was trouble ... even as a baby. I kept in touch with a few of the guys from West Point. One of them was Americus Tybernium Brown, who was the first person in his family line to go to college, though not the first to serve his country. Americus, or "Merry" as all the cadets called him, was the descendent of freed slaves. His great-great grandfather had fought in the Union Army, and various other men in his line had been in the Mexican American war, and both world wars, Korea and Vietnam. His mother wanted him to have a memorable name, because she knew he was going to do great things. Merry did two tours in Iraq without getting injured, and then, within 72 hours of getting back in the United States, he and his wife were both killed when they took a wrong turn and drove between a shootout between two gangs of drug dealers. I found out when a lawyer called me and told me we were named in Merry's will as Godparents and guardians for his three-year-old surviving son. So, suddenly, Amber had a brother who looked completely different than any of the rest of us. He was as black as coal, not the cocoa brown that most African Americans are these days. His hair had that tight, impossible to comb kink in it. He was like a lost puppy, and we all fell in love with him instantly. His father had resisted doing the same thing his mother had done, simply naming him Robert Alexander. Robert after me, and Alex after Alexander Hockenstone, the third musketeer in our class at the point. His parents had called him Alex, so we did too. This is where it begins to get complicated. Amber was two, and Alex was three, and neither of them had any clue as to what had happened in their lives. Alex knew something was wrong, because he asked for his mom and dad for almost six months before that began to fade away. Amber was fascinated with him, and followed him everywhere he went. She was like his shadow, though it was a very pale shadow. Eventually they thought they were brother and sister. He asked a couple of times why he was different than the rest of us, but I told him I'd explain it when he was twelve. I picked that age out of a metaphorical hat, but events intervened and he learned the truth long before that. That's because Heather got sick. It was some kind of cancer of the blood, and by the time they found a marrow donor it was too late. Amber was eight and Alex nine when we buried her. They were definitely old enough to understand then. A loss like that can make you mentally ill. I'm sure it happens in varying intensities, and that not everyone falls down the rabbit hole I did, but I'd bet that in every case like that, there is a time when you're certifiable. And, to be honest, when I got up one day and discovered Alex and Amber asleep in her bed, arms wrapped around each other, I understood exactly. I understood the need for someone to hug, and cry with, and I was glad they had each other, because I didn't have anybody. I would not wish that on my worst enemy. If I hated someone that much, I'd just shoot him and be done with it. I'll tell you how sick I was. I was given a leave of absence from my job, and just never went back. I knew my clothes had been washed, but not how it had happened. I knew food appeared on the table, but not who shopped for it, or prepared it. I saw the kids come and go and I know I spoke to them, but I have no recollection of what was said. Anyway, I think it was because I was in my own hurt locker that I didn't parent much, if at all. By the time I did get my head working again, six months had gone by and Amber had already taken over as the woman of the house. And she and Alex were still sleeping in the same bed. Sometimes it was in hers, and sometimes it was in his, but I finally paid enough attention to realize that, even though they were only kids, it probably wasn't healthy for them to sleep together like that. Especially since, somehow, they had gotten out of the habit of wearing pajamas. What that means is that they slept in the nude. And that is the point at which the first traces of my pervertedness showed up. Others might blame this on my mental illness, which went untreated until I just woke up one day and realized I'd missed six months of my life. I don't. My kids were both stronger than I was, and they kept things going. Both of them knew how to use a credit card and they did the grocery shopping. Alex figured out how to set up the online bill-pay option in our bank account. Amber later told me that they knew I'd get better one day, and they were afraid that if they called somebody, they'd get taken away by social services. So they just did what they had to to go on living. Anyway, back to my pervertedness. As I said, I woke up one day, and it was like I had been asleep like Rip Van Winkle or something. I realized a lot of time had gone by, but couldn't remember much of it. So I went looking for the kids and found them in Alex's bed. They were asleep, hugging each other. The contrast between her pale pinkness and his blackness was startling. So I pulled the covers down. I swear it was only to see more of that contrast, and not for any prurient purposes. That's when I realized they were naked. I wondered if they'd had sex. It just popped into my mind. Then I paid attention to what had just popped into my mind, and it freaked me completely out. I mean they weren't even ten yet! Alex woke up and opened bleary eyes. "What?" he asked. "Did the alarm not go off? Are we late to school?" It was a school day. I didn't even know that. Anyway, Amber woke up and they got up, like everything was completely normal (which I guess it was) and there was my daughter naked, and my maleness perked up and I suddenly knew I was a pervert. I didn't do anything about it, of course ... act on the sudden interest I took in her body, I mean. She was only eight, for Pete's sake. But I remembered it, and it affected me. For example, I did tell them they had to sleep in their own beds again. They wanted to know why, and they argued, but I had finally rejoined the living, started being a parent again. Thank goodness the kids were smarter than I was. They'd done fine in school while I was ... away ... and they seemed like perfectly normal kids. Instead of trying to get my job back, I decided to do some consulting. I was still a little gimpy, emotionally, and consulting let me work on my own schedule. It was at this point that they came into my bedroom one night, Alex in the lead, and Amber following him, like happened so often. "My parents are dead ... aren't they," he said. His face was solemn. I nodded. Then I started crying. I will always be thankful that my kids were so strong. They sat with me until I could talk and then I explained what had happened to his parents. There were pictures, in a box in the top of the closet, and I gave them to him. Amber sat next to him, with her arm around him as he learned all this. We ended up in a group hug that lasted quite a while, and then he said "Thanks, Dad," and they left. And life went on and I got better and better. The kids continued to do well too. I was so proud of them. Amber got interested in cheerleading, and Alex was in any play or musical they'd give him a role in. All in all, we tried to live a normal life. But the pervert in me loved watching Amber mature. She entered adolescence with a vengeance, and her body blossomed. She began to look more and more like her mother, which brought both pain and exhilaration that was almost impossible to separate. I had missed one each of their birthdays while I was sick. They had just dealt with it. And the next couple were simple family affairs, where we all went out to do whatever the birthday boy or girl wanted to do. It was when Alex turned thirteen that I insisted on a big party. He was entering his teens! He was becoming a man! So we had a big blowout party and it was great. Of course, the next year we did the same thing for Amber. And it was at Amber's party, that I found an outlet for my perversion. ------- Both kids were popular in school, though I was clueless of that fact for a few years. It was when a gaggle of absolutely delicious looking teenage girls all stampeded into our house for Amber's birthday party, that I learned this. They were like young horses, frolicking in a meadow. Long, lean limbs, swelling bosoms, slightly rounded hips, and a carefree attitude about everything. Thirteen-year-old girls are capable of outrageous flirting. They can convince a man they are capable of doing ... and want to do ... things society would normally reserve for an eighteen-year-old. Like fuck a man blind. This is not to say any of those girls came up to me and said "I'd just love to fuck you blind, Mr. Carpenter." Nothing of the sort. But their eyes said things, and the way they held their bodies said things, and the way they touched me on the arm said things. Of course a psychologist (or judge, for that matter) would say I was "seeing" things that weren't really there. That's what they say about perverts. They say things like "She didn't really want you to suck her tender, pink nipples. She's not old enough to be able to form that kind of knowing intent!" And of course I didn't do anything even remotely like that at that birthday party. No, that came much later. But let me explain, because I honestly think the psychologists (and judges) are just flat wrong about what kind of intent a young woman can develop. As I said, I didn't do anything perverted at my daughter's birthday party. Well, except fantasize a little. But some of those healthy, energetic, sexy girls started coming back to the house on a more or less regular basis. They came to do homework together, and to form groups to go to the mall together, and to have sleepovers, and to use the pool and the hot tub and the sauna. And as I saw more and more of them, I got to know them better, and they got to know me better, and they got comfortable being ... I don't know ... relaxed, maybe? By that, I mean relaxed, socially, around an adult male. What that means is that, during their frequent visits, over the next year or so, if it was a sleepover, they didn't seem to mind if I saw them in pretty revealing PJs. They also didn't seem to be averse to plopping down beside me on the couch to watch a movie in those PJs. And they eventually adopted the habit of kissing me good night just like Amber did. And if they came over to swim, they changed in Amber's room, but after being in the pool they'd shower the chlorine off in whatever bathroom was free and then just wrap a towel around themselves to get back to Amber's room. Same thing with the hot tub and sauna. Suffice it to say I saw a lot of thirteen and fourteen-year-old leg and even a little ass now and then. It's a well known fact - maybe less known if you aren't a pervert yourself - that girls like to explore and push the sexual envelope as they work their way through puberty. This is not to say they're sluts. I'm not saying that at all. It's just that they're curious about things sexual. Boys are too. That's why boys try things with girls. And the reason girls resist the boys is because they are well aware there can be undesirable consequences when you let a boy get away with too much. I'm not talking about pregnancy here. Statistics alone will show that girls don't think nearly as much about pregnancy as they should. What I'm talking about is more complicated, and involves adolescent politics. What I mean is that girls know that boys blab, and a boy can really fuck up your reputation if you let him get into your panties and he blabs about it. That is the primary motivator for girls to resist the attentions of boys between the ages of, say, twelve and about sixteen. Once they hit the sixteen through eighteen years, things change and having a boy brag about nailing you can actually be a badge of honor. At least in some cases. And once they turn eighteen, girls do things like going to Mardi Gras and showing their tits to the whole world. But we're talking young teens here, and while they are very resistant to experimenting with boys ... that's not so much true about experimenting with the handsome, trusted, discrete father of your best friend. I know. The pervert's primary, mainstay excuse is "She seduced me!" And the psychologist (and judge) then respond "She's not sophisticated enough to seduce anybody. She might be able to spell seduction, but she doesn't know how to do it!" Well, folks ... I'm here to tell you that's just, plain bullshit. Fourteen-year-old girls, at least some of them, are perfectly cognizant and capable of trying to seduce a man. I'm not saying they're sophisticated about it. Nor am I suggesting they understand all the consequences, or what it will actually be like if it happens. Not at all. But they're plenty old enough to fantasize about sexual experiences, either partial or complete. And some of them want to try things, to find out if the fantasy is real. So who can they experiment with? Well ... maybe with the cool, single father of their best friend. And how do they get him to provide them with this experimentation? Well ... they seduce him. Actually, they do what they think is seduction. The man knows the difference. But who can turn down a horny teenage beauty? Yeah. You're right. That fucking psychologist (and the judge), that's who. ------- Now, before I get to the good parts, I have to say one more thing. Remember how I was arguing that girls are capable of trying to seduce an older man? Well, that's what I thought was going on. What I had no clue about was that there are other kinds of males a teenage girl might be willing to fool around with on an experimental basis. But I had no clue about that at the time I began to be a practicing pervert. I pretty much fantasized about the girls from the moment I first saw them. Especially two of them, named Brandi, and Sybil. They were cousins, who lived with Brandi's father. Like me, he was a single parent, having had to raise the girls after an accident took Sybil's parents and Brandi's mother when the girls were very young. Brandi was a dark-haired beauty whose body was lush even when she was thirteen. She had braces, which she didn't mind showing. That was just one outer suggestion that she had a pretty good self-image. She also wore the most revealing bikinis, which was another. She had a sultry, knowing smile, and from the very first time I met her she flirted with me shamelessly. Sybil was a year older, and was the taller, darker, even more lush version of Brandi, except without the braces. On that fateful night, when the doorbell rang and I opened it to see Brandi and Sybil for the first time, I used the same line I'd used on all the other party attendees. I said: "You must be here for Amber." Brandi looked me up and down and said "Well I did come here for Amber." She paused and looked me up and down again. "But only because I didn't know you'd be here too." Sybil, whose name I did not yet know, slapped her friend on the shoulder and said "Slut!" in a loud whisper. That was my introduction to Brandi and Sybil. They were almost always together, which would become important later on. It sounds very adult, and very seduction oriented, but just as soon as she said what she said, she gave me a brilliant smile - and I don't mean her braces gleamed - and said "I bet you're her dad. She says she has the best looking daddy on the block." And just like that she was just a teenage girl who was flirting just a little bit with a man she'd just met. Of course I responded to her flirting, at least in my mind. Remember, they were both thirteen back then, and all I actually contemplated was a little naughty fantasy. I never dreamed of actually touching either one of them. Not then. And, to be honest, there were half a dozen other girls there that night, all of whom were flirty and happy and interesting. It was obvious they were good friends with Amber. Their speech patterns, and the kinds of things they said made it clear they were very comfortable with each other. I expected that. I knew Amber was popular at school. What I did not expect was for them to all be comfortable with Alex too. I knew he and Amber were close, of course, but I had preconceived notions that teenaged girls would not want to have a teenaged boy around them in a situation like this. I was wrong about that. The first thing some of the girls did was ask where Alex was and stampede to his room to drag him to the party. He pretended to be irritated by all this, but even I could see it was an act. The party went off without a hitch, and they all had a great time. But something happened that night that was a major pivotal point for our family, though I wouldn't know it for two more years. And it was my fault, because the pervert in me kept looking at Amber, who was so beautiful and so much on the cusp of being a young woman, that I made a toast to her. It was actually the speech before the toast that caused things to happen. I know there are both fathers and mothers out there who are reading this and cringing. A father, toasting his thirteen-year-old daughter at her birthday party? Horror! Lameness! Embarrassment! But it wasn't like that at all. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it went something like this. I actually banged the fork I was eating cake with on the side of my beer bottle to get their attention. Okay, maybe that part was a little lame, but it got the job done. And maybe it would have been better if I hadn't had several beers. But they were drinking soda and I gain weight like crazy when liquid sugar is involved. Anyway I said something like this: "I am sad, because my little girl is gone. I'm going to miss her climbing up on my lap, and asking me to kiss her boo boos." I got some "Awwww from the crowd, which encouraged me to go on. "But as I see her now, becoming a woman, it almost makes my heart hurt from the joy of it. She's so beautiful, and has so much to offer the world, that part of me wishes I was a boy her age." That last part was the beer talking. And believe me, they understood every nuance of that toast. Then I said "To the memory of my little girl, who has flowered into womanhood." There were cheers, and not even one of those sidelong glances that suggests how lame someone has just been. And that's all I said. I just kept the snacks and sodas coming, and was the dad. Some of the girls gave me a hug after the toast, and told me how sweet I was, but it wasn't anything more than that. The paint didn't quite peel off the walls from the noise, but it was almost unbelievably quiet when the last one of them left. I was tired by then, so I hugged my birthday girl, and her brother, and went to bed. Now the reason this was all so pivotal, was because when I went to bed and left them alone, they were both still on an emotional high. Alex was on the high of a fourteen-year-old boy who has been appreciated by a gaggle of girls. It didn't matter that they were a year younger than he was. They were cute, and they had made it clear they thought he was too. And Amber was high on the remnants of my toast, which she took seriously. So she expressed her emotional state by kissing her brother. Did I mention that, while they were in those sleeping together years, they did all their exploration and experimentation with each other? Don't feel bad. I wasn't aware of it either. I wasn't aware, for example, that the first penis - both soft and hard - Amber examined in great detail was her brother's, or that the first pussy he touched and peered into was Amber's. I wasn't aware they learned to kiss by kissing each other. Actually, I wasn't aware of anything. Not then. But it was all pretty innocent in those years. It really was just curiosity and experimentation. But it was also part of what made them so close. And on this night, when she kissed him, it was a kiss with meaning, instead of merely an experiment. And it fired them both up, so they kept kissing and basically made out until they ended up in bed ... naked ... with him on top of her. They both swear neither of them intended to actually have sex, but while he was rolling around enjoying the feel of rubbing against a naked female, his long, black, adolescent penis snuck into her juicy, pink adolescent pussy, and the next thing they knew they were fucking like the big boys and girls. I blame myself. Had I stayed up with them, it wouldn't have happened. But as I said, what I know now I didn't know then. And I didn't even see it the next morning, when we all got up and had breakfast, sitting around the table. They insist they acted like nothing had happened, but if I'd have been paying attention I'm sure I would have seen signs. Anyway, it's important to note that they did not engage in this activity again for some time. While both had been very happily involved in that initial tryst, both also knew that this new game could get them in serious trouble. And both loved each other enough to avoid getting each other in trouble. At least to some degree. But it's important for the reader to understand where they were in their lives before I go on explaining how I got to where I am in my life now. ------- Amber's birthday party seemed to unleash the girls. There was a slumber party within two weeks, the first of what would be at least two dozen over the years. We had a big house, with the pool, sauna and hot tub, and it was perfect for entertaining. And both Amber and Alex were popular, so there were always kids hanging around and coming for sleepovers, both male and female types. Whenever Alex had the guys over, Amber always slept over at some girl's house. I didn't think that was odd. What girl wants to be ogled in her own home by a bunch of guys? But what I failed to notice was that it didn't work the other way. When the girls came over, Alex stayed home, and often got invited into the gabfest. It's not like he went into Amber's room with the girls and stayed there. But he always seemed to be engaged with one or more girls, somewhere in the house, or the pool or whatever. Who knows? Maybe even if I had noticed that, I wouldn't have thought anything about it. But it was important, because with Alex around, there was a constant high level of sexual tension in the girls. And I benefited from that, as it turned out. It manifested first when Brandi came to stand beside me at the counter while I was making a peanut butter sandwich. She stood close to me, with our arms touching, and hip-bumped me. I remember she said "Move over or make me one too." And I so I hip-bumped her back and said "Make your own!" and that turned into a hip-bumping war, with her giggling and squealing. Then she tried to grab for my sandwich, and tore a piece of it off. She got peanut butter all over her fingers, and her braces were full of bread and peanut butter. We stopped, and just stood there, looking at each other. We were both breathing deeply, which made her firm, round breasts move under her T shirt. She looked at her fingers. "You got me all messy!" she accused. Then she reached and pushed her index finger into my mouth. "Clean it off!" she ordered. I was stunned. It had happened so fast I wasn't prepared for it. I don't think I knew what to think, and I was kind of paralyzed. Except that my lips closed over her finger and I sucked as she slowly pulled it out of my mouth. She looked at me through lashes that were lowered, and examined her finger. The one next to it was all messy too, but instead of offering it to me, she sucked it clean herself. It was erotic as hell, and I felt my cock just fucking spring to attention. "Mmmm," she murmured. "That's better." She looked at me with what was obvioulsy a come-hither stare, and said "Make me a sandwich?" All I wanted to do right then was take her up to the bedroom and rock her world. I know my eyes were skittering all over her body. But then she said "Please?" in a little girl voice and reality slammed back into me. I took a deep breath and turned away. I just knew my prick was making my pants tent out. I concentrated on spreading peanut butter onto a slice of bread. She went to the fridge and got out the strawberry preserves that were in there, bringing them to stand beside me again, arms touching. She unscrewed it and stuck the tip of her index finger in, pulling it out to suck clean. I about came in my pants. "I want some of this too," she said, setting the jar down. Her actions, and words, for that matter, were almost exactly 50/50 in terms of being normal teenager, versus hot, horny young woman. And, of course, I reacted to them. And yes, I know it's no excuse that she was fourteen by then, but she sure didn't act fourteen. Actually, the problem was that I couldn't decide how much of it was an act and how much wasn't. That was the problem. Maybe two months later, the girls had been swimming and Sybil had decided to shower off in the master bathroom, which was accessed through my bedroom. I was lying on the bed, reading at the time. I had learned not to be up and around when the girls were swimming, because some of them wore suits at my house that they couldn't get away with wearing in public. And that was hard on the pervert in me. So I usually read something in the action/adventure genre, while they were running around in next to nothing. It wasn't foolproof, but it did help me keep the lid on things. By that I mean at least I didn't have to masturbate every single time the girls were there and swimming. Anyway, Sybil ran through the bedroom with a "Hi, Mr. Cee" in a thong swimming suit that completely revealed her lush ass. She closed the door and I heard the shower running. I adjusted my cock, which was hard, by then, as I imagined her in the shower. And when she came out, the towel she'd tied across her breasts "accidentally" came untied and dropped to the floor like it weighted forty pounds. My goodness she was pretty. Sybil had proud, thrusting, round breasts, with coral colored areolas and nipples. She didn't have a bikini cut. Rather, she had simply removed every trace of hair from her genitals. Her pussy looked like it belonged on an eleven-year-old, perhaps, but her breasts were all woman. She stood, frozen, for perhaps four heartbeats, and then said "Ooops!" and knelt to pick up the towel. She had her suit in one hand, which apparently made it impossible for her to retie the towel, because she just held it in between her breasts, so it hung down and covered that bare camel toe. Of course I just stared. "Sorry," she said. I think it was then I realized she wasn't really embarrassed. And I think that rattled me, because I said "How old are you, Sybil?" Yeah. I actually asked her that question. "Fifteen," she said, just as cool as a cucumber. "That's amazing," I said, thinking about how completely amazing it was that a fifteen-year-old girl could possibly look that grown up and fuckable. "Why?" she asked, still standing there with her breasts peering at me from each side of the towel. I still had a shred of un-pervertedness in me. "Never mind," I said. "You should probably go now." "Oh," she said. "Okay ... yeah." Then she said "Sorry," again and turned to walk out, showing me that luscious ass again. The only reason I didn't just shove my pants down and beat off then and there was because she left my bedroom door open, and within fifteen seconds of her disappearing I heard one of the girls shriek "Sybil's naked!" I actually expected one or more girls to come streaming through the door, accusing me of being a dirty old man or whatever. I went soft at the thought. Actually, I think it was the guilt I felt that made me go soft. I felt really guilty because I wanted to fuck Sybil. Plain and simple. I wanted to fuck that girl and make her squeal. That's when I knew I was a full-fledged pervert. ------- Chapter 2 After Sybil flashed me - and I was sure she had intentionally flashed me - things got even more ... comfortable ... when the girls were around. As they got older, their pajamas got thinner and more like lingerie instead of pajamas. Some outfits consisted of tops and panties ... panties that fit very snugly between the legs ... panties that almost displayed, rather than hid the treasures within them. It was delightful, except for the fact that Amber joined right in and scampered around in next-to-nothing outfits just like the rest of the girls. It was at this point that I finally noticed that Alex was still welcome in the gabfests that went on during sleepovers. Of course his attire was a lot more conservative, consisting usually of a pair of running shorts or his swim trunks and a tank top. I reflected on that one night when the whole group - six girls and Alex - crammed themselves into the hot tub, with the radio playing next to them, loud enough that I went out and turned it down. "Party pooper!" called out one of the girls. Another one shushed her in that special way that makes an adult's radar flare. I looked to see one of the girls was topless. "Oops!" she said, as soon as she realized I was looking at her. She lifted her bikini top up and covered her breasts with it, as if it had somehow just come loose and fallen ... accidentally. But my man radar told me it hadn't been accidental, and I perked up instantly. I looked at Alex, who was on the opposite side of the tub from this girl, whose name was Janice. And he was talking to the girl next to him, who happened to be Sybil. His arm was around her. Well, I should say his left arm was around her. His right arm was around a girl named Amanda. But both hands were lying limply on the edge of the tub, as opposed to actually gripping a girl ... you know what I mean? It looked very innocent and harmless. So I ignored my man radar while Janice put her top back on and tied it up. I stood there for a few seconds and they went on talking, ignoring me. That same night, when they all came inside, Sybil came up to me, her suit wet and clinging, and obviously not designed for swimming, because her nipples poked right through it. "Can I use your shower again tonight?" she asked. Sounds innocuous ... right? Except for the fact that none of the girls had ever asked me if they could use my shower. They just did it. And my man radar flared again, and I said "Sure." And then, for some reason I still don't understand, I said "I'll be reading again, so pay special attention to your towel." I was reading, in fact, when she came out of my bathroom. And she had paid special attention to the towel. It was wrapped firmly in a turban around her hair. Other than that, she was gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully, stark naked. She stopped, facing me, one leg off to one side with the toe pointing out, and her hand on her hip. "I was afraid it would just fall off again," she said calmly. "I see," I managed to choke out. She stayed there. "And, after all, you've seen me before." "I have," I agreed. I completely forgot I was wearing a pair of running shorts myself. My book prevented me from seeing what I should have felt happening. Then I did feel it happening. About that time I saw her eyes dip to my groin. I laid the book down and there it was, a six inch tent in my shorts. "You're a dirty old man, Mr. Cee," said Sybil, calmly. It was the fact that she was that calm that calmed me down. I mean it was obvious she was doing this on purpose. And I had no idea what she actually had in mind, but I was in no hurry to get her to leave this time. "Thanks to you," I said. She smiled. "I like the way you look at me." "You're insane," I said. "I sure hope you don't do this to the boys." "Of course not," she said, carelessly. "Not all of them, anyway. But you're different. You're special." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because you're Amber's daddy," she said, simply. "Oh," I said. "You don't understand now," she said. "But someday you will. I have to go now. You got me all excited." And with that she turned and sauntered out the door. I got up and followed, sticking my head out the doorway and watching those ass cheeks rise and fall as she walked away. She turned a corner and I heard Alex's bass voice say "Damn, Sybil!" It was like his tone of voice was surprised, but not because she was naked. It was more like he was surprised she was so casual about being naked. She said something, but it was too low to understand and then I didn't hear anything else. I should have followed them, as I found out later. It would have been very entertaining. But I didn't. Instead I closed the door and stood there, already masturbating. It took less than a minute before I spurted. ------- I don't want to make it sound like there were naked teenaged girls running around my bedroom on a regular basis. It wasn't like that at all. Nor were there girls having "accidents" in the hot tub all the time. Over the months and years however, our house became more and more a place where Amber's considerable group of friends spent a lot of time hanging out. What that means is that it wasn't at all odd for a girl to sleep over. I'm not talking about a group of them, staying up late and tearing up the kitchen and taking showers in my bathroom. That still happened, but no more frequently than before. Rather, it became common for there to be an extra person at the table in the evening, and Amber would casually say "Linda's sleeping over tonight, Daddy." Or Sharon, or Beth, or Brandi, or whoever. Most of those nights I couldn't even tell the difference. Amber had a TV in her room, and she and her friend would disappear in there not to be seen until morning. But that wasn't always the case. It was always hardest on me - in more than one way - when the girl who stayed over was Brandi or Sybil. That's because both of them progressed to hugging me whenever they came over. And those were difficult hugs, because whoever was responsible for supplying them with good hugs was falling down on the job. I knew that because when they hugged me, it was always an intense, very personal hug, with a lot of feeling in it. I'm not talking about a general clench, with some patting on the back here. They gripped me, pressing their tender, young bodies hard to mine, and their hands moved over my back, roaming around like they were searching to see if I was wearing an FBI wire or something. And their faces would tuck into my neck, and breathe hot breath on me while whatever body wash they used wafted into my nose. Those scents were almost magical, because they entered my nose and went straight to my prick, filling it up to bursting. They knew it too. I knew this because they always pressed their hot, teen loins hard against mine ... with a little grind thrown in for good measure. Of course I knew they were flirting with me. And the pervert in me loved it. But I also knew better than to pursue anything with either of them. I was pretty sure they'd let me get away with copping a feel, but all that would do was get me frustrated, and if that wasn't okay with them, then it could cause real problems. So, when Brandi or Sybil came over, I spent a lot of time in my room. I always had a good book lying around, and those two girls were responsible for me reading dozens of them. It's important that you know, though, that I also had my own computer in my room, safely passworded so my kids couldn't see what I had on it. That was critical, because what I had on it were hundreds of pictures of girls and women, culled from various tumblr sites. I used them as masturbation aids. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that with all those luscious young girls running around my house, sometimes in next to nothing, that I had plenty of mental images to call on to beat off to. And you're right. I did have images of girls running through my brain when they were around. The problem was that one of those images was that of my own daughter, who was just as hot as all the rest of them. So I used my library of tumblr girls to take my perverted mind off my daughter. I didn't mind imagining fucking Brandi or Sybil. That was no problem, especially since they ground their young pussies against me every time they came over. But I couldn't think of them without thinking of Amber, lying right beside them. So I spent a lot of time trolling tumblr sites, looking for new additions to add to my sordid collection. It was, in fact, while I was doing just that, that I came upon a picture of Sybil, naked as a jaybird, right there on a tumblr site called g3O66pussy.tmblr.com. I stared at Sybil. It was obviously her. She had the fabric of a bikini hanging from her hand, and I recognized that bikini fabric. I'd seen her in that bikini countless times. She was standing full on to the camera, with her feet shoulder's width apart. That delicious eleven-year-old looking bare pussy was fully on display, and her nipples were hard and thrusting. The look on her face was like she was saying "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go out on the street and fuck the first man I see." Then I recognized the hot tub she was standing in front of. It was mine. That picture had been taken at my house. ------- I found three more pictures of Sybil on that site. There were two more of her by the hot tub. In one she was wearing the whole bikini, and in the other only the bottoms. If you put all three of the "bikini pictures" together, they made a short series. The other one was of her lying on my daughter's bed, naked, her knees drawn up and wide apart in welcome. Her pussy lips, which were pale white in all the other pictures, were red and inflamed in this one. Instinct told me she had just been fucked, and that's why those pussy lips were so red and swollen. But that was impossible! Nobody got fucked on my daughter's bed! I sat there, thinking, looking at the girl in the picture. My hands went through the automatic motions of saving the pictures to my special fantasy directory. I thought about the boys who came to our house. There was really only one, Alex's best friend, a kid named Danny Fitzimmons, who I had known for at least five years. He stayed over some nights, but not when any of Amber's friends were there. And in any case, he only stayed over every other month or so. Somehow that just didn't jive with being the guy who had fucked Sybil's tender pussy lips all red like that. I chided myself for having a wild imagination. Then I looked at the picture again. I pulled the other picture of her with a bare pussy up and put them side by side. I wasn't imagining things. Those lips had been mauled and abused, making them red instead of white. I looked at the rest of her. Her left hand was draped carelessly across her flat belly. I peered at the fingers, and realized they looked shiny ... like they were wet. With an incredible sigh of relief, I realized she had masturbated. That's what had made those pussy lips all red. Yes! It was just that she had masturbated! I realized I was shaking, and that this shaking was a result of the relief I felt that Sybil hadn't been fucked after all. If anybody was going to fuck that girl, it should be me! I stared at those red pussy lips ... which should be red because I had fucked her good and proper. I reached for my cock, and started stroking. ------- I realized, in the aftermath of an intense orgasm, that I needed to get a grip. I had just been through a major psychological ordeal, all because my perverted nature was taking all this much too seriously. Girls Sybil's age got fucked all the time. Most girls her age got fucked, in fact. It was normal in this day and age for girls her age to be sexually active, and it shouldn't have come as a shock to me that she might pose for nudie shots. After all, she was very comfortable at my house. Of course she was stupid in the extreme for putting these pictures on line. That was something that couldn't be undone. I'd bet her pictures had already been reblogged on hundreds of sites. I went back to g3O66pussy.tmblr.com again and opened each of her pictures in a new tab. I had already saved all of them, but now I wanted to see who else in the pervert community had "liked" her picture. I knew that meant they had saved it and put it on their own site too. I also looked to see where the pictures had originated when whoever ran g3O66pussy.tmblr.com copied them and put them in his or her blog. All of them were dated just fifteen days ago, and all of them came from a blog called nastyhotbitch.tumblr.com. I went there. And within ten minutes, my world had fallen apart. ------- They were all there. Brandi ... Sybil ... Janice ... Leslie ... Amanda ... Brittney ... even mousy, shy little Linda, who was only fourteen! All of them were in various stages of undress. All of them were there nude. All of them were there in sexually explicit poses. And some of them were being fucked. Amanda's was the first one I saw like that. She was facing the camera, lying on her right side, with her left leg raised high. There was a guy behind her, with his left hand cupping her left breast, his fingers pinching her nipple, and his penis plugged securely into her pussy. She had a vapid grin on her face, like she was stoned. There were other naked bodies in the picture, around the periphery. I recognized one of them as being Brandi. In that picture she had her hand on her pussy, like she was rubbing there. The others didn't have heads. This was taking place on my daughter's bed. Then I found others. There had been more than one male in my house, unknown to me, fucking the teenaged girls my daughter invited over. I found a picture of Amanda, on all fours, looking at the camera between her legs, while a black penis penetrated her. You could only just tell that because the black balls hanging down, full of sperm, partially obscured the scene of the crime. There were other pictures involving this black man too, as well as white pricks that penetrated the girls. I was stunned. I was so stunned that it never occurred to me that Alex was black, and in the house all the time. And I kept finding more and more pictures, which kept me off balance. There was another one of Sybil, lying back limply, her legs carelessly spread. It was obvious she'd been fucked this time, because her abused pussylips were gaping open where they had been spread by a penis, only recently withdrawn. I couldn't see the thick white spunk he had deposited in her, but I knew it was there, deep inside. I was suddenly livid! And then ... the unimaginable happened. I paged down and there, right in the middle of the page, was my baby girl ... my Amber ... naked ... facing the camera, perched on a set of black hips like a cowgirl riding a horse. Except the "saddle horn" on this black steed was stuffed right up inside my daughter's belly. The camera had caught her either on the way up, or the way down, because there were about two inches of black penis that weren't inside her pussy. I felt like I'd swallowed a pallet of bricks. She looked happy. Black hands were on her breasts, pinching her shockingly pink nipples, which I hadn't seen since she was about ten. They were a lot bigger now ... turgid ... adult looking. I could see the belly of the black man, but not his head or face. I was astonished to see that her pubic hair had been trimmed into a sharply defined V shape, like an arrow pointing to where she was being fucked by some black bastard's prick. Not that I was being racist. It wouldn't have mattered if that cock was purple, I'd have been just as irate. And that was the point at which I realized my own prick was diamond hard ... which meant that I was even more of a pervert than I had ever dreamed I was. But I was still mad, so mad that I snapped, in one sense. It's not like I planned on beating my daughter or anything, but I snapped in terms of thinking things through before I acted. Which is why I stood up, and then stomped to my door. I jerked it open and marched through the house to Amber's room. Her door was open, which was good, because I wouldn't have knocked. I stamped into her room to find her sitting at her student desk, probably doing homework. I pointed at her door. "Get your ass in my room this instant!" I thundered. I'm guessing my face was purple with rage, because she didn't say a word. She just stood up and went out her door. I followed. She knew where my room was, of course, and she walked in through the open door. It so happened the computer was on the wall opposite the door, so it was right there for her to see. Her picture was there, full screen. She couldn't miss it. She stopped as I came in the door behind her. "Shit!" she said softly. "Shit?" I croaked. "That's all you have to say?" She turned to face me. The look on her face was peculiar, in the sense that there wasn't a shred of guilt being displayed. "Wait here," she said firmly. She walked past me and out the door. I whirled. "What?" I yelled. I was incredulous ... paralyzed by her brazen behavior. I started out the door, only to find her looking over her shoulder at me. "Wait there, Daddy!" she yelled. And for some reason I did. ------- When she returned, I was still standing in the hallway. I was a little confused now, probably because I couldn't understand my own behavior. I could see the screen from where I was standing, and I'd been staring at it. My cock was still hard, and I somehow got the feeling that I was the only person in my house who felt guilty about anything at all. That changed as soon as I saw Amber coming back. She had Alex with her. And he looked guilty as crap. ------- She took him to my computer and stood there, hands on her hips. "That bitch!" she snarled. "How could she do that to me?" Now I have to tell you, that at this point, I was ready to grasp at any straw. It was complicated, because the pervert part of me - the part that was responsible for my current iron hard erection - was pissed off that somebody else got to fuck these girls ... including Amber ... but not me. You got that? I was turned on by the idea of fucking my own daughter! That's how fucked up and perverted I was. But the father side of me was still there, and it was enraged that somebody had soiled my daughter. That part of me was also sure that if any other fathers found out what had happened on my watch ... in my house ... that they'd come as a mob to re-enact the storming of Dr. Frankenstein's house. You know, with the torches and the murderous intent and all that. So when Amber made it sound like some other girl was responsible for what was on the screen the straw I grabbed at was related to one of my other collections of perverted porn. I'm talking about my collection of fake nudes of celebrities. I had them all. Sweet, innocent Emma Watson, from the Potter movies? There were tons of fakes out there, and they made her all look magically delicious. Kayley Cuoco, from Big Bang Theory? I'd stared at fakes of her many times while I serviced my unruly rod. Carly Foulkes, the T-Mobile girl? I had at least fifteen of her begging to be fucked. You name her, I had a fake of her naked. And they were the good fakes, the ones you could tell were fake only because the body had breasts that were much too big, or much too small or something like that. So my mind leapt to that connection: Somebody had faked my daughter's face onto a picture of another woman riding a cock. I felt this huge relief flow through me. Then my pure, innocent, virginal daughter turned around and hung her head and said "We're sorry, Daddy. We just got kind of carried away. Sharon swore she wouldn't do anything with the pictures, but I guess she lied, because that's one of them." The bottom dropped out of my stomach again as I realized she had just confessed that the picture was real. "Sharon?" I said, barely above a whisper. It occurred to me I hadn't seen any pictures of Sharon. Don't ask me why I thought of that just then, but I did. "She brought a camera to a sleepover one night, when Janice was going to ... um ... for a special event, I guess you'd call it. And it was kind of fun, so she kept bringing it. But she swore she erased them all. Then we had a fight, because she didn't make cheerleader for next year, and the rest of us did. I guess this is her revenge." "This is revenge for not getting cheerleader?" I asked, incredulous. "When the fuck did this even happen? And who is the fucking little prick who did this to you?" I still had not connected Alex's color or look of guilt to any of this. I hadn't had time to process any of the clues. My daughter, who had been the woman of the family for years now, who had taken care of me while I was sick, mentally ill, even, and who had since grown comfortable telling me what to do in most situations, folded her arms under breasts that were suddenly huge and thrusting toward me. "Sit down, Daddy. We need to have a talk." She pointed at the bed. Alex shifted from foot to foot. "Amber?" he said softly. "Let's not do anything stupid here." She glanced at him. "I already did something stupid, Alex," she sighed. He looked shocked ... maybe hurt, even. She saw his face too. "I don't mean you, Alex. I mean I should never have let that bitch bring a camera into this house." I was sitting on the bed by this time, trying to make sense of any of this. The frustration finally bubbled up and out of my mouth. "Would somebody please tell me what's going on here?" I asked. She sat down next to me. She motioned Alex to sit on the other side of me. And it was exactly as his butt made the mattress sink down, that I made some connections in my mind. The first part of that was wondering why she had gone to get her brother at all, much less let him see that picture. And it was right after that that I realized the reason she had done that was because the black man in the picture was her brother. I turned a shocked face to her. "You let Alex fuck you?" She sat up straight. Her face was grim. She held up a finger. "Don't ever use that word again when you talk about us, Daddy. That's a vulgar word. That's not the word for what we do!" She sounded so upset that I said "Okay, sorry" automatically. The fact that she let some of the steel fade from her spine at that point made things better in a surreal sort of way, like my apology had actually meant something. "Do you remember my thirteenth birthday party?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes. "Sure," I said, again, automatically. I had to actually think at that point, but I did remember some of the details of that night. That was the night I'd met Brandi and Sybil, which was hard to forget. "That night, after everybody left, and you went to bed, Alex and I were excited. We had fooled around a little bit before this, just experimenting ... you know, seeing what things were like." I had no idea what she was talking about, but for some reason it was easier to nod than it was to ask questions. So I nodded. "I liked kissing him," said Amber. "His lips are really soft and warm. And I practiced on him because I wanted to kiss a boy at school. You remember Steve. He was my first boyfriend." I had no idea who Steve was, but again, I nodded. "But when I kissed Steve, it was awful. It was so much more fun to kiss Alex. And we were so close after ... you know." This time I shook my head, because I had no idea at all what she was talking about. "After Mom died," she said. "Oh," I said. "That's when we started sleeping together," she said. I pointed at the computer, which still displayed my little girl getting royally fucked ... by her brother, as it turned out. "You mean that?" I asked, just scandalized. "No!" she squealed. "Of course not, Daddy! Not then! We just cuddled and cried together back then. And after that, it was so nice to know he was right there, where I could reach out and touch him. That's why we slept together. It wasn't until that night, after my birthday party, that we made love for the first time!" "I didn't mean to do that," said Alex, speaking for the first time. I turned my head to look at him. "That's when I kind of got carried away." "You raped her?" I whispered. I got an elbow in my left ribs - hard - and turned to see a very angry daughter. "Of course not!" she snapped. "I don't understand," I said, rubbing my ribs. Amber stood up. She went to get the extra chair for the dining room table that I kept in my room, and brought it to sit in front of me. She sat down. "I'll tell you what happened. You're jumping to all kinds of wrong conclusions, and that's not what needs to happen right now. Okay?" "Okay," I said, back on autopilot. She sat back. Then she told me their story. "Because I was sleeping with Alex, I knew more about boys than my friends did. They didn't know why I knew more ... just that I did. So if they had questions, they asked me. And I'd talk to Alex and get the answers. "Like what?" I asked. Alex spoke next. "Like when they wanted to know what a boy did if his penis got hard." "Yes," said Amber. "And he showed me, and I told them about it." "Just like that?" I asked. She looked over at Alex. "We may as well tell him all of it," she said. I groaned. "Oh Daddy," she sighed. "There doesn't have to be any drama about this." "You've got to be kidding me," I moaned. "We haven't done anything wrong, Daddy!" she snapped. I pointed at the screen again. "That's your brother, Amber Lea!" I snarled. "That's my adopted brother!" she snapped again. "This isn't incest, Daddy. I don't care what the rest of the world calls it. We're not related by blood. Yes, he's my brother. He'll always be my brother. But we're not related in a genetic sense." I blinked. I'd gotten so used to thinking of them as my children, and as brother and sister, that I hadn't thought about it in any other way for years. I felt my face get hot, but it wasn't from anger or relief. It was from the fact that I was suddenly jealous of Alex, because he actually had an excuse for being able to mount Amber. My cock, which had only gone half soft, started to firm up again. I put my hand on the outside of my pants and pushed. "Okay," I said, as I finally realized she was waiting for me to respond. "All right," she said. "Somebody figured out I had to be getting my information from Alex. So they started inviting him into our sleepovers. He was pretty cool about it. He treated us better than their brothers did, and they all got crushes on him. So they asked him about things." She glanced at him. "And eventually they wanted to see things, instead of just hear about them." "See things," I said, just parroting what she'd said. All kinds of things were running through my mind. "Like they wanted to see me jerk off," said Alex. "And then they wanted to touch him, but they were all chicken," said Amber. "But I was used to touching him. So I showed them there was nothing to it." "You knew how to do it?" I asked. I took a deep breath. "After he showed me how he did it, of course I wondered what it would feel like if I helped," she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "He liked it better when I did it for him, so I helped him a lot." "Oh," I said, feeling my cock reach full hard again. "And once I'd done it, they all wanted to do it too." "Oh," I said, breathing faster. "And that kind of set the stage for things in the future," said Amber. "Wait!" I gasped. "Are you telling me that all those slumber parties were just excuses for the girls to fool around with Alex?" "And Danny," said Amber. "There were too many of them for Alex, and Danny was the only other boy we could trust." "Danny Nelson?" I asked. I knew he was Alex's best friend, but I hadn't seen him there on sleepover nights. "Yes. We let him in through my window," said my formerly innocent, faithful daughter. "Why?" I asked, actually curious now. "Because he and Brittney did things like Alex and I do," she said. "He fucks..." I stopped as she frowned. "He has sex with his sister?" "Sometimes," she said, completely calm. "Their whole family is like that. They're naturists, and run around naked at home. His mother taught him now to make love, and she usually handles his needs. I guess Mr. Nelson takes care of Brittney and her sisters, because he's had a vasectomy. Most of the girls don't know the whole story about that, but they knew that Danny and Brittney fooled around, like Alex and I fooled around. So he got invited in by the girls too." "To do what?" I asked. I pretty well already knew what, but the pervert in me had to ask. In my own defense, let me pause here, lest you think I'm only a perverted, horny old goat. The fact is that both Alex and Amber were very calm during this whole discussion. They had already adjusted to the fact that their relationship - and that of some of their friends, apparently - were highly controversial at a minimum, and had the potential for explosive scandal. And they had been engaging in this behavior for a little over three years. Amber had turned sixteen a month past, and my son's seventeenth birthday was only two weeks away. So I wasn't worried about psychological problems. I was amazed they were as mature about things as they appeared to be. Chalk that up to having to grow up without me for a while, maybe. But they had also displayed horrible judgment. Messing around with each other was one thing. Considering the way they looked at their relationship, it was even possible that what they'd done was legal. Or could be made to be legal. And even when they sported with another couple who were incestuous in their behavior, maybe that could be expected. But letting all those other girls play with the boys? Letting someone take pictures of them playing? In this day and age, with the internet only ten feet away ... that was pure insanity. So about half my brain was thinking along those lines. The other half, however, belonged to the pervert. That was the half that asked "To do what?" "To experiment with..." She paused, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. "Sexually," she finally added. I got up. I went to the computer and blocked the screen from their view as I moved into the directory where I'd stashed all the pictures of the girls she was talking about. There were only forty or so of them, but I clicked on "slideshow" and then went back to sit down on the bed. "I'd call that a lot more than experimentation," I said. They got up and went to stand together in front of the computer. "Shit!" I heard Amber say, more than once. And Alex said "Oh damn." Pretty soon Amber said "I'm going to kill that bitch!" "I told you something was wrong," said Alex. "She never did anything with either of us." "That's because she was too busy licking Sybil's pussy!" growled my innocent, virginal daughter. "But nobody took any pictures of that," said Alex. "You guys had freaking orgies!" I accused. Amber turned around, frowning. "Okay, so maybe things got a little out of hand sometimes." "You like that excuse: out of hand," I said. My innocent, virginal, sweet, unspoiled daughter sneered at me. "Stand up, Daddy. Look at the front of your pants. Then lecture me about getting horny." I didn't have to get up, or look. I knew I was busted. Well ... the pervert was busted. "And things didn't get that out of hand," said my daughter. "If they had, you'd have had naked girls climbing in bed with you on a regular basis." ------- I sat there, looking dejected. I wasn't actually dejected. I was in turmoil. The perverted half of me was panting at the idea that those girls ... some of them, at least ... had apparently expressed some kind of interest in me ... sexually. "Really?" That was the pervert, fishing for more prurient information. Amber actually laughed. She left Alex at the computer, bent over, peering at pictures, many of them involving his penis in some girl's vagina, and came over to stand in front of me. Then she knelt and wiggled her way between my knees, making them spread apart so she could get close to me. Her hands went to rest on my hips. I was acutely aware that my erection was only inches away from her. That image of her naked seemed to have burned itself into my brain, because I closed my eyes and it was still there. "I know you fell apart when Mom died," she said, softly. "Alex and I did too. And I know you've had a hard time ever since. But sooner or later you have to let her go." That banished the vision of her naked body from my mind, and my eyes opened. "I can't let her go," I said. "She was everything to me." "And what are we?" she asked. I knew she had included Alex in her question. "That's different," I said. "You know I love you." "Yes we do," she agreed immediately. "And that's the whole point. It was the love that Alex and I had for each other that anchored us in that storm, Daddy. We had someone to hold onto ... someone to cry with ... someone to ask for help, and to offer help to. It was the only way we could survive, Daddy. And I can understand why you couldn't do that with somebody else then. But this is now. She's been gone for years, Daddy, and we all know she'd want you to be happy ... to have more of that kind of love in your life." I felt the tears threatening to overflow from my eyes. "What does this have to do with the fact that you and your friends are naked, and having orgies, and it's right there for the whole world to see?" I was trying to force a change of subject. "It has to do with the fact that some of those girls think you're pretty special," she said. "And yes, I know they're way too young for you, but the fact is that if they think you're special, then there are older women out there who will think the same thing. You need someone to love, Daddy." The thought of dating made me fairly hysterical. I tried to make a joke to cover up for that. "What if I don't want an older woman?" She didn't bat an eye. "Then I know at least two girls who would love to sleep with you." ------- Chapter 3 What do you do when you find out your daughter and the young man you think of as your son, are lovers? I'm really asking that question, because I had no idea what to do. It had been going on literally for years, and there was no way in the world I could pretend my kids weren't just as normal as pie in every other way a person could evaluate them on. Their grades were fine. Their social relationships were good, allowing for the fact that they had orgies in my daughter's bedroom. And let's face it. Kids who want to have orgies will find someplace to have them. You may not agree that they should be having them, but you have to admit that kids who want to have sex usually find a way to do it. So I had nothing to hang my hat on to point to and say "Look! This is ruining your lives!" And while there may be some among you who would say "Why the fuck didn't you immediately call all the parents and alert them to these horrible goings on?" please put yourself in my position. First off, you have to think of yourself as a pervert. That's required right up front. So you're at least semi-ashamed of how you feel about all this. Now imagine going to five or six sets of parents and saying something like this: "Um ... I was cruising porn sites the other night, and I kind of found pictures of your daughter, being fucked long, deep and continuous, by my son and another kid who also fucks his sister. So I thought you might want to know." That's going to get you nominated for neighbor of the year ... right? So don't act all surprised that I sat there, fat, dumb and happy. Okay. I'm not fat. Nor was I happy. And you could argue about my intelligence, I suppose. But I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing. At least as pertained to anyone outside my immediate family. That is not to say, however, that things remained the same. There were changes, some subtle, some not so much. For example, Alex and Amber's displays of affection became less guarded. If she wanted to kiss him, she did. That was on the subtle end of things. On the not so subtle end, they started sleeping together in the same room again. Just as before, sometimes it was in her bed, and sometimes it was in his. But other than that, things were very much the same. At least it seemed that way to me. That lasted until the next sleepover, which was within a week of me finding my daughter's picture on Tumblr. The two of them had left me alone after her astonishing little pep talk. For all I know, they went and fucked like bunnies. Sorry. Made love like there was no tomorrow. I'm only half joking. If I could find their pictures on the internet, so could hundreds of other people who know them. Anyway, the seed she had planted in my head took root, and the pervert went back to the computer to do an exhaustive search. I eventually ended up with one hundred forty-three pictures of the kids, at least twenty of them of Amber. I also found one of Sybil, as viewed from the head of the girl whose pussy she was licking. I assumed this was Sharon, the person responsible for putting all these pictures online. Sybil's eyes were looking up at the camera, and her tongue was splitting bare pussy lips. It turned out my daughter had the most pubic hair of any of them. I guess bare and young looking is "in" these days. I also noticed a birthmark on the left hip of the girl whose pussy was being so thoroughly licked. I filed that tidbit of information away. They were all there, each one trying what they had seen someone else do. The only one I never saw mounted on a penis was Brandi, unless you count sucking one as mounting it. She had her mouth full of both black and white cocks in several pictures. When I got finished, I stared at the list of files in the directory I had saved them all to. I felt pretty glum, even though I now had enough material to fill my masturbation fantasies for the rest of my life. But I was glum because I was pretty sure that with that many pictures online, somebody from here in town was going to see one of them somewhere. There wasn't anything anybody could do about the pictures. Once they were out, they were out forever. I was sure they'd already been reblogged to hundreds of other sites already, even though the dates on them were all the same, and were less than a month old. It was while the pervert was collecting more pictures of underage girls engaged in sex acts, that my daughter was calling an emergency meeting of her friends. She called it in the form of a sleepover, because that was completely normal. Of course, when the parents of the girls found out what had been happening at Amber's sleepovers, they would come to a screeching halt. So would my bank account, once everybody was through suing me. But that hadn't happened yet, so she did the only thing she could think of, and that was call the girls together and tell them they were fucked. Both literally and figuratively. I did not know of this impending sleepover, of course. I was too busy leering at pictures of my son, having sex with Sybil or one of the other girls. Lucky bastard. Anyway, I somehow got through that day, and the three days after that during which I saw those subtle and not so subtle changes I mentioned. I didn't know about the sleepover until the doorbell rang. When I answered it, it was Janice, whose body I was very well acquainted with now. Janice had dark brown areolas and nipples, to go with her dark brown hair. Her breasts were modest, but those nipples were enormous when someone had been sucking on them. I had a picture of that. The pervert smiled at her and let her in. Of course the pervert was a wreck the rest of the night, because all those girls were running around the house again. At one point, however, it got uncharacteristically quiet. That was when Amber broke the news. It kind of put a downer on the party. Danny had been called over too. Neither of the boys' faces had ever been caught in a photograph. I found out later that was Danny's doing. He basically told Sharon that if his face got in a picture, he'd take the camera and destroy it. He was the only smart one in the bunch, apparently. Other than letting other people know he fucked the female members of his family. Anyway, I wasn't invited into that discussion, and to this day I have no idea what they decided. Well, actually, I know what one thing is that got decided. That's because around midnight, hours after I had gone to bed ... a naked girl crawled into bed with me. ------- I got the distinct impression she had done this before. She was quite good at it. The first thing she did was go "Shhhhhh" gently when I woke up and started to speak. She never gave me a chance to tell her to get out. Instead, she kissed me while she crawled on top of me and just writhed like I had some exotic lotion on my skin, and she wanted it all over hers. It had been a long time since hot, naked woman flesh had writhed on top of me. And I was already primed. At least the pervert was primed. And before I even knew it, wet, scalding, clasping pussy flesh was sliding down my cock, which had somehow gotten fully erect, even though less than a minute had passed since my bed was invaded. There's something about the sound a woman makes when she's happy about being penetrated by your penis that makes it one of the best sounds in the world. Her groan of satisfaction as she filled herself made me crazy, and I admit that I lost it. I found her breasts, and mauled them, squeezing, leaning in to nibble at them, sucking on her nipples. She liked that too, and made it very clear. In the past, I was all about pleasing the woman. That would be Heather, my wife, who was the only woman I'd ever actually made love with. Like my daughter did, I make a distinction between "fucking" and "making love." I lost my virginity in high school, but barely remember it, to be honest. I was scared to death, and so was the girl, and it wasn't worth remembering, for either of us. But when Heather and I got married, it was like a whole new world of pleasure opened up ... for both of us, I'd like to think. She'd try anything once, just to see if it was good for either of us. If it was, it went on the menu. If either of us didn't like it, then it got discarded. And I'd gotten very good at making her happy. But that had been years ago, and I was both a different man, and a man who was suddenly in a place he hadn't thought he'd ever be again. I admit I went a little bonkers. I rolled her over and started grinding into her, biting her neck, not hard, but over and over. I was growling, and I was sure she'd scream any second, scared to death. It felt so good to push and be in her heat that I didn't pull out at all. I just pushed and pushed and sucked and kissed her. Suddenly her pussy pulsed, squeezing me and then letting go. She gasped and whined, a high-pitched sound that turned into a wail and I realized she was cumming hard. That acted like electricity to me and, still as deep in her as I could get, my balls let loose of years of the inability to cum in a woman. I thought my whole body would shoot through my penis and into her body. I had no idea how loud we'd been. Well, not until the light went on and I looked to see a group of worried looking girls who had just burst into the room. I found out later they thought they were saving Sybil from some horrible fate. Because it was Sybil I was on top of and had just flushed full of my seed. She was gasping and her hands were running all over my back, her hips still thrusting. The covers had come off of us, and we were in full view of the whole crowd. I saw Danny first, peering over the tops of the girls' heads. His upper torso was joined by that of Alex. Both boys were topless. Several of the girls were naked, including Brandi, who was at the front of the pack. She rushed to the bed. "Are you okay?" she gasped to her cousin. Sybil's hand came and waved in the air. "Wow!" she gasped, as I pushed with my arms to take my weight off of her. "I never knew it could be like that!" She rolled her head toward her friends and spoke again, panting out the words. "Go away! Don't distract him. I want him to do that to me again!" "You were just supposed to fool around!" complained Brandi. "You weren't supposed to fuck him!" "Go away!" yelled Sybil. I rolled off of her and there was a slurping, wet sound as her pussy reluctantly let go of my penis, which was covered with the milky white remnants of my ejaculation. "You let him in you bareback!?" gasped Brandi. "Are you fucking crazy?" The whole crowd shuffled forward. "All I was going to do was fool around a little bit ... you know ... cuddle and stuff, like we talked about," panted Sybil. "I wasn't planning on this happening." She took a deep breath. "Now get out, ... so it can happen again!" Amber pushed her way through the crowd. "Don't you dare give my daddy a heart attack, you slut!" I lay there. I didn't say a fucking word. One reason was I had no idea what to say. I was naked, having just injected millions of sperm cells into an underage girl, and I was being stared at by five more underage girls, and two underage boys. Of course some of them were naked too, but that didn't give me anything to say. What would you have done? ------- The kids were gone. Sybil was still there. She had her body pressed to mine, and had been kissing me. She started doing all that as soon as her friends left us alone. I still didn't know what to say ... so I kissed her back. She pulled back, to stare into my eyes. Hers looked too big, somehow. They were brown and I felt like I could fall into them. "Thank you," she said. "That was awesome. It's never been like that for me before." "So you weren't a virgin?" I winced as I asked the question, realizing how stupid that was. I had photographic evidence she wasn't a virgin. Oddly, she took me seriously. "No. Mr. Peterson, my ninth grade Geometry teacher got my cherry. It wasn't anything like what you just did. I've done it a few other times, but I don't usually let guys get that far with me." I elected not to tell her I had that photographic proof I had stared at so angrily. "I'm sorry I forced you," I said. She frowned. "I'm not. It was scary at first, but it was also you, and I knew you would never really hurt me. I'm glad it happened." She reached for my penis, which was still flaccid. "When can it happen again?" she asked. "Guys my age can do it again almost right away, and I know it takes older guys longer, but you're not that old." So much for romance and sweeping her off her feet. "Let's talk about something else first," I said. "Why did you do this at all?" "You mean with you?" I nodded. She looked at my lips, and leaned in to give me a very soft, quick peck on them. When she pulled back, she licked her lips. "I've wanted to kiss you for years. You were the first man to make my panties get damp. Before I knew who Amber was doing it with, I thought it might be you, and I was so jealous of her." "It didn't freak you out that she might be doing it with me?" I was shocked. She shook her head. "From my perspective, any girl would want to do it with you. That's why I'm glad it happened, even though that's not why I came in here tonight." "Why did you come in here tonight?" "Amber told us tonight about how you found the pictures Sharon put on the internet. I've wanted to cuddle with you, naked for years, but I couldn't. It was driving me crazy. Even after I let you see me naked, and you got a hardon, I was too chicken to actually do anything. All the girls knew how I felt. So tonight, when Amber said you knew about us ... um ... being with the guys and all ... I said I was coming in here to cuddle with you." "And you thought cuddling was all that would happen," I said, a little incredulous. "I've seen Alex and Amber cuddle like that. You can just tell they're in love. I know it's silly, but I've wanted to be in love with you like that for so long that I just had to try something." "And you didn't think I'd roll over and rape you," I said. She blinked. "It wasn't rape," she said. "I've dreamed of doing that with you for years too. I was just too chicken, that's all. I thought you'd laugh at me if I tried to get that to happen." "I will never laugh at you," I said, solemnly. "See there?" she sighed. "That's a perfect example of why I fell in love with you when I was thirteen. You've always taken all us girls seriously, instead of treating us like little kids." "I had to be careful to concentrate on that," I said. "Because I was dreaming of getting you in bed for all those years too, and I didn't want you to know it." She slapped me on my shoulder, and said: "Get out!" "True fact," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm a dyed-in-the-wool pervert. I've lusted after you for years." "Think of all the time we wasted," she said, putting a pouting look on her face. "Let's not get ahead of things," I said. "Nobody would approve of what we just did, much less if we'd done it three or four years ago." "I know," she said. "But I don't care. I can't wait to feel that again. Can you go again yet?" She reached for my cock again. "Don't be in a hurry," I said. "What was all that that had Brandi so upset ... about you letting me do you bareback?" "Oh," she said. "We have a hard and fast rule. Condoms. Nobody is allowed to do it without a condom." She frowned. "Well, nobody except Amber and Alex. Alex always wears a condom with everybody else." "And Danny?" I prompted. "Him too. In fact, he's the one who gets them for us. I guess they buy them in bulk at his house." I wondered if she knew why, but decided not to ask. I thought of something else I wanted to talk about. "So you know I saw the pictures you took at your orgies," I said. "They weren't orgies," she argued. "Maybe it looks that way, but we only started taking the pictures to commemorate certain events. Nobody thought about putting them on the internet." She frowned. "Nobody but that bitch, Sharon, anyway." "There were a lot of "commemorative" pictures," I pointed out. She sat up and looked down at me. It was slightly unbelievable to me that this beautiful girl was so casually sitting there with me, naked, having a discussion about something. "The first pictures were of all us girls losing our cherries to Alex," she said. "All of us wanted to do that. We kind of made a pact once we found out Amber and Alex had been doing it." "I thought you just told me your teacher got your cherry," I reminded her. "Yes," she said. "I can tell you that, but not them! I had to pretend I was a virgin. I had a reputation to think about!" This reminded me I was, in fact, in bed with an underage girl. Still, it was a little late to worry about that. "I see," I said. "So anyway, that was kind of a double thrill ... you know? And the pictures were so sexy that we took a few more, and then a few more and pretty soon we were taking them all the time. We honestly didn't think anybody outside the group would see them." I kept thinking about that picture of her lying there, freshly fucked, with her pussy gaping open. "So you've never done it without a condom before?" I asked. "Well, that first time ... Mr. Peterson didn't use one. But the only others I've ever done anything like that with were Alex and Danny and, like I said, they always use one. I know it looks like we do it a lot, but we don't. Not really." "So ... are you on the pill?" I asked. She just shook her head. "Did it ever occur to you that condoms fail?" I asked. "And don't you think you should have told me that before you had sex with me?" She lay back down next to me. Her soft breast felt as good pressing against me as it had looked. "I never thought of that," she admitted. "Things happened kind of fast. I had a lot of other things on my mind just then, and by the time I realized what was going to happen, I was so excited I didn't care." "I might have gotten you pregnant!" I said. "I know. But it was worth it. I know what I said about Mr. Peterson, but the truth is I was so freaked out then that I only remember parts. For me, tonight was the first time I did it with anybody without a condom, and it was with you and it was so different from anybody else. I could feel it. It was incredible. It was so warm, and so wet. I could feel it soaking into me. I loved it. I knew it was crazy, but it was also you ... and that made it so special ... I just loved it. It's still crazy, but I'd let you do it again to me right this instant." "I think getting you pregnant might not be as special as you apparently do," I said. "No, you don't understand," she said. "It's not that I want you to get me pregnant. I don't. But I've had this monster crush on you for as long as I can remember, and my dream came true ... part of it anyway ... and I wouldn't give that up for anything. Even if you did get me pregnant ... it's worth it to me." She wiggled, rubbing her skin against mine. "But it's totally the wrong time of the month for us to worry. I just got off my period last Wednesday." "Famous last words," I said softly. "You want to know something weird?" she asked. "I'm not sure I could take anything more weird than what has happened tonight," I said, smiling. She ignored me. "Guys have been trying to get me to go down on them since I was twelve. I've never had even the least iota of interest in doing that to anybody." She kissed me. "Until tonight," she added. Then she started kissing her way down my chest and over my belly. ------- It had been a long, long time, and to be honest, I had no idea if I could get it up again after the intense orgasm in which I had so dangerously offered fertilization to Sybil's allegedly non-existent egg. In fact, I was afraid it might take hours. Perish the thought. Her mouth was like a magic suction device that pulled minerals out of my bloodstream. My prick was rock hard within two minutes of her experimenting with fellatio. She decided she liked it, by the way, even after I reminded her that her own taste would still be on my penis. It turns out she likes the taste of pussy, and had tasted her own on other girls' lips plenty of times. One thing a lot of teenaged girls learn early is that getting your pussy eaten, doesn't generate any angst about getting pregnant. I don't even think it's a lesbian thing for some girls. It's just a heck of a lot of fun, and can be done anytime, anywhere and for however long you feel like going on. Once she had produced an erection I was actually proud of, she looked up at me. "I want this in me," she said. "I don't have a condom," I said. "I don't care," she said. "You're special." The pervert in me grinned, and took over. When I mounted her this time I intended to last a lot longer than last time. There was something perverse in me (the pervert?) that wanted to make this spunky, determined, confident girl beg me to stop, because she just couldn't take it any more. It's not that I wanted to break her. I just wanted her to understand that I was the alpha male, and that she needed to be careful of what she asked for, because I might assert my dominance. I lasted through three of her orgasms and, at that point, a radiator clamp couldn't have kept me from squirting her full of my seed. It was laughable. All she had to do was whisper in my ear. This is what she said. "Make it all warm and wet up in me again." And presto! Just like that ... I did. I had done a lot of fantasizing about what it would be like to bed Sybil. The rest of them too. And it turned out it was me who needed to be careful of what I wished for. She was insatiable. Almost as soon as we caught our breath, she was sucking on me, trying to get me hard again. In all she succeeded three times during the night. I had never gone four times in one twelve hour period in my life! Prior to this I had never even gone four times in a whole day! That girl almost killed me that night. Several times I remembered my daughter warning Sybil not to give me a heart attack. Apparently Amber knew her friend really, really well. ------- Now the average reader of this kind of history (I swear every word is absolutely true!) would expect me to describe how my whole life changed, because suddenly I had an insatiable, horny sixteen-year-old in my bed every night. Don't be ridiculous. She had parents, and if she'd started living at my house they'd have asked questions. And while she reveled in the feel of my warm semen flooding her womb, she wasn't ready to get a big belly from that. So the fact is that, after that night, I didn't sleep with Sybil again for over a month. I was, in fact, rebuked by my daughter for repeatedly asking her when she was going to have another sleepover. That was, of course, my way of asking when I'd be able to get Sybil under me in bed again, and Amber knew it. "I'm not pimping my friends to you, Daddy!" she scolded me one evening. Alex snickered. "Easy for you to laugh," I growled at him. "You get to play with all of them." "It's not like that, Daddy," said Amber, taking me to task again. "Alex lets them experiment with him. We don't have orgies every single time they come over!" "You could have fooled me," I complained. "All I remember seeing from the last one was naked teenagers, including my son and daughter!" Amber folded her arms and stared at me. I expected her to start tapping her toe in unhappiness. But then she dropped her arms and gave me one of those puppy smiles that gets a little girl anything she wants from her daddy. "I know this is hard for you, Daddy," she said softly. "It's all strange, and it wasn't fair to just spring it on you like that. You've been without someone to love ... like that ... for a long time, and I know it's strange for you. And I know Sybil had a very good time too. Tell you what. I'll talk to her and see how she feels about things. How's that?" If I would have stopped to think about things, even for only a minute or so, I'd have recognized there was no way in the world that Amber wasn't already fully aware of what Sybil thought about things. They had already gotten their heads together, and Sybil had no doubt given her friend a blow by blow - no pun intended - description of what had happened in my bed. She would also have told Amber how she felt about whether or not there were any future plans for a chapter two. So what Amber had just said to me was window dressing, plain and simple. I just didn't take the minute to think about it. Instead, I remembered, in my mind, the feel of Sybil's firm, hot flesh under my fingers, and the taste of her pussy and nipples in my mouth, and the feel of her wet, clasping pussy as my prick pulsed and filled her with hot cream. I went and masturbated. Twenty minutes later I did it again. And it didn't help that, two days later, Amber came home from school and gave me a hug and said "I'm having a sleepover this weekend, Daddy. Will you be here? Sybil wanted to know." Of course I was going to be there. I wasn't fucking crazy! That, of course, led to me trying to give my penis a "workout" so that it would be in shape to satisfy the girl at least four or five times. I was clearly delusional, but wasn't aware of that, of course. Then, when Friday night finally arrived, I made sure to answer the door every time the bell rang. Every girl gave me a completely inappropriate hug when I let her in. They had all seen me naked, having just fucked their friend. I had seen them all naked, and knew that all of them, with the possible exception of Brandi, had been fucked, either by Alex or Danny. So I guess they felt like rubbing their young bodies against me, and giving me a not-so-quick peck on the lips was an appropriate greeting now. By nine, Sybil still hadn't showed up. I was a wreck. At nine-fifteen, Amber came to me. "Sybil called. She got tied up and can't make it until midnight. She said you can go ahead and go to bed and she'll just come to your bedroom when she gets here." I should have taken another sixty seconds to think about all this. Yes, we'd had a tawdry, senseless, passionate night together. And if it were two adults involved, then maybe the female might react that way about a future tryst. But teenagers don't think like that. Sybil might want to have fun again - sure - but she'd also want to spend time with her friends first. It's not like I should have expected I was now the center of her universe. But of course I did. I was a pervert, and I was just a tad on the downside of sane at that moment. What else could I expect? Well, let me tell you. Actually, I should tell you what I did not expect ... which is what actually happened that night. It did match my expectations for a while. I went to bed. I fell asleep. I was rock hard when that happened, because I wasn't about to waste one drop of spunk by beating off. And when she crawled in bed with me and woke me up by sucking my dick, I was rock hard when I woke up. I was also rarin' to go. I'd been dreaming of this for weeks, and I'm afraid I was a bit aggressive about things. Basically, I threw the covers off of us, tossed her on her back, got between her soft, silky thighs, and then lanced her like I was trying to nail her to the bed. The whoosh of her "Ohhhhhh!" as I filled her had overtones of intense happiness in it, which only spurred me on. This time I rodded her for ten or fifteen strokes, and then went in deep and stayed there, rubbing my pubic bone all over her pussy lips. I knew I was crushing her clitty, because she was mewling with the joy of it. She was just as hot, just as soft-yet-firm, and just as passionate as before. Her orgasms came faster this time, seeming to tumble one after the other, with very little interlude in-between. She was gasping for air, but I could sense she wasn't in trouble. It made me proud I could make her pussy ripple like that so often. I didn't even ask if I could cum in her. At that point I felt it was my right, somehow. My emotions had kicked at least three layers of sanity out from under me. I was an animal and I was breeding my chosen mate. And it wasn't until kissed her and jammed my prick deep in her, flooding her womb, that I realized her lips tasted all wrong. My body, on auto pilot, jerked my penis inside her as another stream of semen jetted from me into her. At the same time, my mind alerted me to the fact that while the breasts I was crushing with my chest were hot, and luscious ... they were smaller than Sybil's. As my balls gave one last convulsive lurch, in an attempt to fully evacuate all possible stores of sperm into my lover, my nose informed me that, while the scent of her skin was familiar ... it wasn't what Sybil smelled like. I reached for the bedside lamp and touched it. I had never understood how a touch lamp worked, but it always had, and it did this time too. The bulb came on. I stared into the blue eyes of my daughter. ------- Chapter 4 I saw my daughter lying there, freshly and well fucked. But there was something unreal about it too. "Wow," panted Amber, her eyes clear and untroubled by guilt. "I didn't believe her. I was wrong. She was right. You're incredible." "What the fuck?!" I gasped. "Don't be mad, Daddy," she said, panting between each word. "I couldn't help it." "What are you talking about?" I asked, also having trouble talking because I was so out of breath. She put a finger on my lips ... lips that had recently kissed hers ... lips that had parted to let my tongue duel with hers. She had frenched me right back, ardent in her return of the kiss. Obviously, she had known who she was kissing. Obviously, she had known who she got in bed with ... who she was sucking ... who she had spread her legs for! I was in such shock that I just followed her unspoken command to be silent. We both breathed. I realized my penis was still in her ... still leaking the dregs of cum from my balls ... into my baby girl. I started to withdraw, but her hands flashed to my butt cheeks and her nails dug in, keeping me there. She wanted this! Finally she spoke, but her finger came back to my lips, an obvious order not to interrupt her while she explained. "For as long as I can remember, there have been two special men in my life," she said. "You and Alex." She licked her lips and took in a deep breath. I realized I was crushing her and lifted my chest so she could breathe easier. "I took care of my two men," she whispered. "I cooked and cleaned and washed clothes. You were sick. I knew you loved me ... loved us ... but I knew you had to have time to get well. So Alex and I took care of each other. And something happened that changed the way we felt about each other. "That night we became lovers, I thought of him in two ways. I thought of him as the boy you and Mom adopted, but I also thought of him as my brother. And I made love with my brother that night. I know I told you he's not my genetic brother. I said that because that's what you needed to hear. But when we do ... this ... I think of him as my brother ... one of the very special men in my life. But he was only one of two special men. You were the other. I felt just as strongly about you. But you weren't ready for that. You weren't ready for what I grew to want from you. "Eventually some of the girls figured out what was happening between me and Alex. And a couple of them figured out how I felt about you too. Brittney was one. She recognized it because she has the same feelings for her own daddy. Sybil was the other. "Both of them kept urging me to tell you how I felt ... to tell you what I wanted. But I couldn't. If I had said something and you rejected me, it would have killed me. So Sybil decided to take the bull by the horns..." She trailed off, but squeezed my now flaccid penis with her pussy muscles. I felt hysteria trying to bubble up and break out. She went on, though, and by concentrating on her words, I retained control. "She teased me by telling me over and over again what a fabulous lover you were. She taunted me with the fact she'd let you make love with her without protection. She warned me that if I didn't do something, she'd keep coming back, and get pregnant, and make you marry her." "What?" I goggled at her. "She's crazy about you," said my daughter. "She's upset about that, because she doesn't want to be in love right now. Not like she says she is. She's not even interested in dating any boys, because they can't compete with you." "This is crazy!" I gasped. "Of course it is. If we were eighteen, everything would be easy, but we're not. So she told me she was going to stay away ... but only if I admitted to you that I was in love with you too." "You two are nuts," I said. "Probably," she said. "I know neither of us planned on any of this getting as complicated as it did. With Alex, it was just because I loved him so much, and because it felt so good to be cuddled. And then he started getting erections, and I was curious and things kind of got away from us. I'm not sorry about it ... but we didn't plan that." "You obviously planned this," I said. She actually blushed. It was that blush that made me roll sideways, but she grabbed me and went with me. My penis pulled out of her, though. "Ohhhh," she complained. "I came in you!" I growled. "I know that," she said, making it sound like she thought I was an idiot. "Why would you do that?" I asked, frustrated. "Because I love you!" she hissed. "Only you and Alex get to do that. Because you are the special men in my life, the men I love, the men I would do anything for!" "Even have a baby?" My voice sounded gravely. "Yes! Even that!" she barked right back at me. She must have seen the storm clouds gathering on my face, because she put long sharp-tipped fingers on my chest and spoke before I could. "I'm not trying to have a baby, Daddy! But there are two men I love who I will never avoid making love with, just because it might lead to that." "You're going on the pill!" I ordered. "All right," she said, calmly. I don't know why, but I wasn't expecting that. I expected her to argue with me, and I was ready to thunder at her. "I'll do anything you say," she said, leaning forward to kiss my chest where she had just poked me. "Then get out of my bed," I muttered. The pervert in me felt like getting hard again and fucking that baby in her she wasn't trying to have. "Well," she said, leaning in to kiss my chest again. "Anything but that." ------- "You remember that time you caught us in the hot tub and Janice was topless?" asked Amber. She was sitting on top of me, impaled on my member, which didn't care if was committing incest or not. It just wanted to prod my baby's pussy. "Yes," I grunted, trying to think about anything except how wonderful it felt for Amber to milk my prick with her very talented pussy. She was sitting absolutely still, but my cock was getting a full workout. "She wanted to lose her virginity to you." "No way," I panted. "Way. She had just taken her top off and asked us if we thought you'd like her breasts. It was something more than one of the girls did, at one time or another. They all fantasized about doing this with you." She gave a peculiar triple squeeze. "Stop that!" I gasped. "Awwww, you're so sweet," she said, leaning forward to put her hands on my chest. "You're trying not to cum in me, so I won't get pregnant. You know, Alex does that all the time. He's just as sweet as you are." "I'll raise his allowance," I choked. "We don't get an allowance," she reminded me. "It's made Alex a very good lover. He can go a long, long time. That's why all the girls decided that since they couldn't have you, they'd take him instead." "All of them?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Everybody except Brandi," she said, sliding her body forward. The look on her face told me she'd just rubbed her clitty. She slid back. "Lou Ann wanted to lose her virginity, and he volunteered, thinking it was a joke. But she got all excited and the next thing we knew they were on my bed and he was asking her if she was sure and ... Anyway, after that all the virgins wanted to lose it to him. Some of them weren't virgins, but they pretended to be. He just had that effect on them. Like you have this effect on me." "Please stop that," I begged. I have no idea where I had found the strength to fight the pervert, but I was trying hard not to cum. "Daddy?" she said, leaning down to kiss my lips. "Yes?" I said, my voice tight as a guitar string. "I want you to cum in me." "No!" I gasped. "I want your love inside me. I want to feel what Sybil can't stop talking about. And I know I let Alex cum in me too, but it's still different when you do it. The two of you feel different. I love it when both of you squirt me full of your love." She rocked, then, five or six times in a row, and I lost it, jetting almost painfully into her belly, the seed that had created her to begin with. "Good boy," she purred, and I felt that flutter that told me she was having her own orgasm, while I had mine. The smile on her face just made me spurt harder. ------- "We can't keep doing this," I said to the girl cradled in my arms. "Of course we can," said Amber. "I'll never give this up." "It's wrong, Amber." "Who says? You're not abusing me. I'm not trying to fight you off. You didn't force yourself on me. If anything it was the other way around. I arranged to have Sybil get you all off kilter so I could sneak into your bed and get what I wanted." "You know what I mean," I said. "You didn't fight me off, Daddy," she said softly. "I know that. I'm not proud of it." "But don't you get it? When you found out I wasn't Sybil ... when you saw me in bed with you ... when you didn't kick me out of bed screaming and shouting, I knew you wanted this too! I almost had another orgasm and we were already finished! Daddy, don't you get it? I love you, both as a daughter and as your woman. And I know you love me, both as a father and as my man. And this is just one of the ways I can show you how much I love you." "What about Alex?" I argued. Don't ask me why, but my qualms about what they'd been doing had practically evaporated, based on what she and I had been doing. "He's busy with Sybil, since I'm busy with you," she said. Her voice was completely normal. "What? She's here?!" I gasped. Her facial muscles did something I couldn't put my finger on. Maybe she stiffened a bit in my arms. My mind was whirling anyway, and for some reason I thought Sybil just hadn't showed up. "Do you want me to go get her, Daddy?" asked my daughter. This time the thing I couldn't put my finger on was in her voice. "No." I said it automatically. I have no idea where that came from. I didn't think it out. If anything it was instinct. But it turned out to be the right thing to say. Amber burst into tears and hugged me fiercely. "Thank you, Daddy," she sobbed. I understood then. I had just chosen my daughter over her friend, and that meant a lot to her. It was a teenage thing ... but then my daughter was a teenager. "How could I possibly want her more than I want you?" I asked. Again, I didn't think it over first, but it was the right thing to say. She kissed her way down and sucked me hard. "I want you on top of me this time," she said, pushing at me to move so she could lie where I was. I mounted my daughter, groaning as I slid deep into her heat. "And I want you to squirt me so full it comes out of my nose," she panted. "You're going to get pregnant for sure," I warned. "I'll go on the pill tomorrow," she promised. Her hips thrust up and her pussy rippled around me. "Already?" I gasped, crushing her clit. "It's so easy when it's you in meeeee," she whined. ------- It is at this point that the story may seem more "normal" to the average reader of erotica. Amber was dead serious when she said she planned on continuing her new relationship with me, and her older one with Alex. After I spurted in her the third time, we slept. She got up to go to the bathroom around four in the morning, and when she came back, she poked me awake. "Come with me," she said. "What's wrong?" I asked, groggy from sleep and more sex than I was used to. "Nothing. Just get up! Hurry, they're almost done!" I got up and naked, she pulled me to Alex's room. The door was open and his nightstand light was on. Sybil was making that sound that caused my balls to lurch. I looked in, and there was my son, steadily humping the girl I suddenly realized I thought of as "my other lover." "Are you sure?" panted my son, whose strokes suggested he was a lot longer than normal, at least a lot longer than me. "Shut up and kiss me," panted Sybil. Amber's lips brushed my ear and she whispered. "She let him in her bareback too, Daddy. You ruined her." "Oh Sybil!" groaned Alex, and he powered in and stopped. I could see his balls jumping in the light. I suddenly realized those balls had done that countless times as his penis fertilized the naked girl I had my arm around. I couldn't believe it, but my prick started to harden. Amber's hand slid across my hip to my penis and she squeezed it. Her lips brushed my ear again. "I knew you'd be turned on by this. If I'd known what a dirty old man you are, I'd have crawled into bed with you years ago." I didn't know what to do. I was out of my league. At least I was out of practice. I turned sideways, while I watched as a ring of white built up around the base of Alex's penis as he slowly fucked Sybil, his balls finished jumping now. I slid my hand between Amber's legs and slicked a finger into her pussy. I mauled her clit and she gasped. Both kids on the bed turned their heads and saw us. "You bitch!" sighed Sybil. "You really did it, didn't you?" ------- "He's in you bareback!" accused my daughter as she stalked toward the pair in bed. "You let him cum in you!" "And what's that running down the inside of your thigh?" barked Sybil, sitting up in bed. I stared at her breasts. They really were phenomenal. "It's all right if I get pregnant!" shouted Amber. "You're the smart one, Sybil. You can go to college. You can do anything you want. If I get pregnant, I can stay here and raise the baby. It wouldn't be the end of the world for me. But if you get knocked up, it will ruin everything for your future!" I wondered what was going on. Amber got almost all A's in her classes. I thought she was pretty smart. We hadn't talked about college, but I had always assumed both kids would go to college. Yet she sounded like she hadn't planned on that at all. "Oh give me a break," said Sybil, getting up off the bed and standing in front of Amber. She was a couple of inches taller than my daughter. Both of them looked so delicious, standing there naked, that the pervert in me let my penis get hard again. Sybil spoke with bite in her voice. "I know what you want. You want a house full of children. You've been talking about having ten babies ever since I taught you how to use a tampon. You have all these plans. You're going to stay here and get fucked twice a day and have Alex's babies, while I go off and work my fingers to the bone somewhere, doing something I'll probably hate. Well maybe I want a husband and a family too, Amber! Did you ever think about that?" "You've never said anything about wanting to have children. You hate children!" "I don't hate them," argued Sybil. "I just can't handle them until they're about five or six, that's all." "And if you let Alex make your belly swell up, you think you can just loan them out to somebody else until they're five or six?" "I'm not trying to let Alex make my belly swell up," complained Sybil. "I just like to feel him spurt in me. Besides, I know he's yours, and that I won't get to do this with him very often. I'll be quite happy sleeping with your daddy." "And let him knock you up!" snorted Amber. "And then what, Sybil? We both know what he'd do if you told him you were pregnant with his baby." It was surreal, listening to them talking about me like I wasn't even there. "Who says I'd say yes?" snapped Sybil. Her chin jutted forward. Her nipples were spiked and blood red, but I knew they were in that condition because of emotions other than lust. The pervert in me still wanted to suck them, though. Amber put her nose right against her friend's nose. Her voice was full of emotion. "If you let my daddy make my sister inside you, you'd better say yes, or I'll kick your fucking ass." And then, to my astonishment, their arms slipped around each other and they were kissing. And I mean kissing like lovers. ------- I watched as naked breasts rubbed together, and hairless, or almost hairless mons did the same thing. I was rock hard by now, and when Alex distracted me by rolling over, I saw he was hard again too, and gripping his much too large cock. Amber had accused me of ruining Sybil, but if anything could ruin a girl it was Alex's penis. There was moaning from the clinch of naked girls, and finally they stopped kissing each other. They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and kissed again, but just a peck this time. Both heads turned toward me and they made eye contact. Then, as if they thought with the same brain, they turned toward Alex, who just stroked his cock slowly. They drifted apart, and Amber went towards her brother. Sybil came to me. She reached for my penis. "Do you want to make me pregnant, Bob?" she asked softly. "Alex wants to make Amber pregnant. She hasn't let him yet, but I think she's weakening. So am I, Bob. Do you want to get me all knocked up with your baby?" Her hand moved on my penis, slowly, languidly. Ask anybody. Ask a teacher, or psychologist, or doctor or philosopher. Just about anybody will tell you "Don't make important decisions in the grip of lust!" I've never been very good with great wisdom. "I do," I said, reaching for her. She didn't take me back to my bedroom. Instead, she made me stand there and watch Alex crawl between Amber's thighs and push his long, black penis into the pussy I had plundered myself, not all that long before. She made me listen to the groan of satisfaction and happiness that issued from my daughter's throat, along with the deeper version that Alex supplied. Then she took me to the other side of the bed and pulled me on top of her, so that Alex and I were fucking ... I mean making love to ... our women on the same bed at the same time. It was incredible, hearing two women I loved making similar noises as they were bred by the men they loved. And when the time came to evacuate my balls, I tried, as hard as I could, to make Sybil Penderson as pregnant as possible, so that she'd have to marry me, and couldn't go off to college. ------- Now if this were all an erotic fantasy, then I'd have to report that both women got pregnant that night, and that everything was all roses and petunias. But of course that's not what happened. Neither girl got pregnant that night, thank goodness. In the weeks that followed, both girls got on the pill, which was good, because both girls got entirely too much sperm in them to be safe for more than ten minutes. Amber couldn't have sleepovers more often than about every two or three weeks. A couple of sets of parents thought I was getting too much of the burden, and began to insist that their daughters have sleepovers at their house too. But Sybil came over long enough to wear me out three or four times a week. It was almost comical. She'd knock on the door, and then walk right in, taking her clothes off as she kicked the door closed. She always called ahead and told me she was coming. She usually told me where to be, and in what dress. For example, one day, she said "Make me some cookies, please? I want to do it in a chair beside the stove with the smell of cookies all around me. And just wear an apron." She was an inventive girl, was our Sybil. Amber, of course, slept with Alex every night. Unless she slept with me. Her bed wasn't getting worn out, that's for sure. And time went by, and I fully expected Sybil to get tired of me, and move on. The fantasy of marrying a girl like her was strong, and it was a beautiful little dream, that never failed to get me a rock hard bone, with which I could make her happy. At the same time, I fully expected my world to be turned upside down, sooner or later, and to have to deal with the grief of losing Sybil to some young stud. My world did, in fact, get turned upside down. But not because of Sybil. Well ... actually ... now that I think about it, she did play a pretty big role in things. Amber still had sleepovers. And the girls still used them to play with Alex and do things they either didn't want to do with their boyfriends (because once done, might be demanded on a routine basis) or wanted to practice first, so they'd be perfect with their boyfriends. Of course I wasn't part of that scenario. By then all the girls knew I belonged to Sybil. But one night, when Sybil came to sleep with me ... she brought Brandi. ------- I was already naked, and already hard when they walked through the door. Both of them were naked too. These days, the sleepovers rarely involved slinky nightwear. All the girls ran around naked these days. How that was kept a secret, I don't know. The tumblr pictures were all over the place by then, having been rebogged hundreds, if not thousands of times. But the girls were all two years older now too, which made it less likely they'd be recognized. And no strange men had come up to any of the girls saying things like "Hey! I know you. You're naked on the internet!" Anyway, I wasn't expecting Brandi, who I already knew had sweet, heavy breasts with puffy nipples, and a bare snatch that looked like it could just swallow a tongue. Of course I hadn't done anything with her, other than get hugs. I got hugs from all the girls when they came to a sleepover. But those hugs were before they got naked. "Oh my," sighed Brandi as she stared at my erect cock. I didn't run around naked like they did, so she'd never seen it before. "Wait until you feel it going off inside you," cooed Sybil. "Now wait a minute," I croaked. "It's all right, Bob," said Sybil. "Uncle Dave finally admitted he wants to fuck Brandi. She's been waiting for this for years, hoping he'd come around. But now that he has, she's worried she'll mess things up by being tense. And now she's decided she doesn't want to be a virgin when he takes her. So she told him she'd sleep with him when she gets home from this sleepover. And she wants you to be the one who takes her cherry so it won't hurt when he fucks her." I stared. "Dave is her father," I pointed out. "You fuck Amber," said Brandi, who was rubbing her pussy now. "She won't admit it, but we can all tell. And Sybil says you're the best. Don't you like me?" I had already said "Of course I like you" by the time I figured out she was playing with me. I think it was her matter-of-fact attitude about all this that calmed me down. "I don't have any condoms," I said. As I said it I realized Alex probably had dozens. "I'm willing to risk it once," she said. "I just want my pussy to be ready for daddy when he fucks me this weekend." "Does he know this is going to happen?" I asked. She nodded. "When I asked him if he was ever going to fuck me, he spit his coffee all over the place. Then, when he figured out I was serious, he got a boner. So I sucked his boner. He wanted to fuck me then, but I told him he had to wait until this weekend. He asked me why and I told him that's when I'll be ovulating." "You want him to get you pregnant?" I gasped. "More than anything," she said, rubbing faster. "I want to have lots of Daddy's babies." So that's how I ended up crawling on top of little Brandi, who was, indeed a virgin. She was so tight it took me five minutes to work my cock into her all the way. Sybil sucked on her tender nipples and kissed her over and over while I pushed, and waited and then pushed some more. When I got about half of it in her, I pulled out and pushed back in several times until I was fucking her with about half of my cock. Within a few minutes of starting that, she relaxed and I was able to get all the way in. She popped fast, just like Sybil. I could tell these two had pleasured each other before, probably many times, because they eagerly kissed and fondled each other. When Brandi had an orgasm, Sybil sucked hard on her nipples, and I could tell that drove her crazy. Sybil had already learned the sounds I make when I'm having sex, and she could hear, somehow, that I was nearing my own orgasm. She cooed to her cousin as I got closer and closer. "He's going to spurt in you pretty soon, baby," she said. "It's going to feel all hot inside as his sperm rushes into you. You're going to love it." "Ahhhhh," whined Brandi. "What if his sperms get in my womb, Sybil?" "Then Uncle Dave will just have to get you pregnant the next time," said Sybil outrageously. "But you better not let Bob get you knocked up. I want to be the first to have his baby. You hear me?" I don't know if Brandi heard her, but I sure did. And the revelation that Sybil wanted my child was so hot that I blew almost instantly, filling up Brandi with sticky spurts of warm cum. I wanted to stay hard and full of spunk, just so I could pull out of Brandi and fuck Sybil senseless. But I knew I couldn't do that, so I just pushed hard and gave Brandi everything I had in me. I knew I'd do the same thing to Sybil later. Brandi threw her legs around me and squeezed. Her lips kissed my chest. She was obviously having a good time, but she still muttered "You better not get me preggers, Bob. That's my daddy's job. Mmmm, it does feel good. But you better not get me all pregnant!" It wasn't until hours later, while I was slowly rodding Sybil for the second time, her pussy slippery from my first load, that I found out the whole story about Brandi. Over the years she had done everything at the sleepovers except fuck. She wasn't shy with the boys. She loved sucking Alex's penis, for example, and helped work Danny over many times. But ever since Sybil had crawled into my bed that first time, Brandi had been teasing her father endlessly, running around the house in next to nothing, sitting on his lap and wiggling, and "accidentally" walking in on him while he was masturbating. According to Sybil, he always slipped off to masturbate after Brandi worked him over. In any case, when Brandi finally succeeded in her goal of seducing her father, then she had to choose how to proceed. She wanted her first night with him to be pain free. She was fully aware of Alex's size, having happily sucked his prod dozens of times. She had also seen it stretch various girls. Of course she talked about all this with Sybil, who convinced her I'd be the perfect man for the job. That wasn't hard, because apparently Brandi had had a crush on me too, like all the other girls. So they had come to see me together. Sybil was sure I'd play along. She knew me better than I knew myself, as it turned out. She brought me other girls too, but that's another story for another time. What I didn't know, and didn't find out until years later, was that after she left my bed, newly de-virginized, Brandi went back to Amber's bedroom to share with all the girls how wonderful it had been. Then, since she wasn't a virgin any more, she got curious about what a bigger cock would feel like, so she tried out Alex after all. But she made him wear a condom. She planned on having a white baby, and was willing to take the chance that the first man in her might claim her egg. But having a little brown baby would complicate things, and her life was already going to be complicated enough. Brandi may have been foolish. All of us were foolish in one sense or another. The world at large just would never approve of what any of us were doing. But Brandi was the first to actually get pregnant. That's probably because she went home from that sleepover and fucked her daddy as often and as many times as he could perform. She was insatiable, according to Sybil. And apparently he was in better shape than I was, because he eagerly performed as often as he could, which was a lot. They even did it in front of Sybil, and Brandi, while she was sitting on top of Dave, impaled on his prick, said that Sybil deserved to have this much fun too. Dave said he couldn't possibly take care of two women. Sybil said she had someone else in mind anyway. In the end, she told Dave she was in love with me. It was an incredibly stupid and dangerous thing to do. She was still seventeen. He was her legal guardian. But apparently a man who is in the process of fucking his biological daughter wasn't able to get too worked up about his foster daughter wanting to do the same thing with another man his same age. And he liked me. That's when Sybil started spending more nights at my house than at her own. Amber was next to need new pants. She waited until she was in the middle of her senior year. Alex had been studying heating and cooling at the Vo-Tech college in town, and had less than a year to go before he took his exams and got his certification. She didn't care if she had a swollen belly at graduation, and she was tired of waiting. So she stopped taking the pill without telling either of us. When she announced she had missed two periods, she was sure it was Alex's baby, because he was the only one she slept with during her most fertile time of the month. She never made me use protection, but she knew when it was safe to sleep with Daddy. I had a big house. I wasn't in a hurry for anybody to move out. I wasn't stupid. Sybil hadn't applied at any colleges. She was already working part time for a doctor, billing insurance companies. Brandi had a beautiful little girl, who only had one head and ten each fingers and toes. I found out later they went to a doctor who ran some kind of special tests before she got pregnant, and determined the risk for complications was very low. They were much more serious and careful about things than I had thought. But Sybil told her to go ahead and make her room into a nursery, and just moved in with me. I knew that when she graduated, Sybil wasn't going anywhere. I had worried through that scenario several times, and finally spoke to Sybil about it. "I love you," she had said. "I don't want a younger man." "What about a family?" I had asked. "You managed to make Amber," she said. "That suggests you're capable of making another one or two." She was also good at driving me to the edge during sex, by reminding me that the pill didn't always work, and that I might be getting her pregnant at that very second. Sometimes she warned me, say I'd better not be getting her pregnant. But sometimes she urged me to breed her with twins. So I played along, until I went to graduation. Alex sat beside me. Amber wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable walking across the stage with a six-month-old baby pushing her gown out in front of her. She grinned and looked glorious. Sybil was tall and beautiful. Alex turned to me. "I need to figure out a way to marry Amber." "I know," I said. "Are you okay with that?" he asked. "Yes," I said, simply. At the end I watched as Sybil went and hugged her Uncle Dave. Brandi was there with the baby, looking for all the world like any other young mother. Sybil hugged all the people who had come to see her graduate. Amber came to hug me and Alex, and the two of them left to go celebrate. Eventually Sybil came my way, as I knew she would. "Congratulations," I said. "Thank you," she said. "I'd like to stop taking the pill now, Bob." There it was. Just like that. "You'll have to marry me, of course," I said. "Of course," she agreed. "I thought you'd never ask." "I thought you'd never say yes," I suggested. "Don't be silly," she said. "I've known I was going to marry you since the first time I ever saw you." "Really?" She took my arm. "Actually, I have a confession to make." "A confession?" "I actually stopped taking the pill a month ago." I looked at her. She looked nervous. "I wondered why you were extra horny lately," I said. "Are you angry with me?" she asked. "Will you really marry me?" I asked. "Right this instant if we can," she said. "Well, there are the blood tests, and the license to get and all that sort of thing. And I assume you want a big wedding." "You assume wrong. I want somebody to say 'Sybil ... he's your husband now, and you're his wife. Have fun.' Anything more than that is just time wasted that we could be in bed." "We have years to be in bed together," I said. "Yes, but Brandi keeps crowing about how she's ahead." "I see," I said. "No, you don't. She's trying to get pregnant again. She's rubbing that in my face too." "I wasn't aware it was a race," I said. "You're a man. I forgive you. Shall we go?" "Where to?" I asked. "Do you want to change first?" "I'm not wearing anything under this gown," she said, calmly. "And I'm horny." "So ... home?" I asked. "As quickly as possible, please. I have to return this gown, and I don't want to have to take it to the dry cleaner's first. I'm soaking wet, so we need to get home quickly." "Soaking wet? Why?" I asked. She looked at me with huge eyes. "You proposed, silly." "I didn't exactly propose." "It sounded like a proposal to me. And you said I can have your baby." I smiled. "I don't remember that part either." "Can I have your baby, Bob?" Those gorgeous eyes were still pinned to mine. I swallowed. "I'd be honored if you did," I said. "See? I already knew all that. That's why I'm soaking wet." She beamed. She tugged on my arm, rubbing her soft, naked breast against it as she pulled me toward the parking lot. ------- When we got home, Alex and Amber were in the living room. Their clothes were strewn everywhere. He was lying on the carpet. She was sitting on top of him, impaled. His hands were stroking circles on her swollen abdomen. She was rocking on him. When we came into the room, she looked up. "Look what Alex gave me!" she squealed. She raised her left hand and waved an engagement ring at us. It looked like an excellent starter ring for a young couple. "Already?" I raised an eyebrow. "I've had it for a couple of months," said Alex. "She didn't know about it." "Got an extra one lying around anywhere?" I asked. "I could use one of those myself." There was a wet, slurping, sucking sound as my daughter rose from her brother and lover, squealing. She hugged her friend first, and then me, giving me a long, hot-lipped kiss. Alex stood, his erection pointing upwards. Sybil unzipped her gown and parted it to reveal big, soft breasts. "Can I borrow Alex, Amber?" she asked. "I think I'm ovulating, and I need something long and hard in me ... something like that." She pointed at Alex's erection. "No, you cannot borrow Alex," laughed Amber. She reached to feel the front of my pants. I was hard. "My daddy has something hard in his pants. Maybe you could use that." Sybil looked dejected. "Oh ... all right. I suppose I could try that." I pulled her toward my bedroom... our bedroom. Fifteen minutes later I panted "Are you really ovulating right now?" "Yes!" she gasped. I pushed hard. My cock pulsed, and then pulsed again, gushing the rich mixture that would make me a father once again. I crushed my mate beneath me, reveling in her lush curves and her ardent embrace. As I rested, trading little kisses with the woman who would change my whole life, I thought about the fact that I hadn't accessed my tumblr library for months. Of course ... why look at a picture ... when you have the real thing in your arms? ------- The End ------- Posted: 2013-02-18 Last Modified: 2013-02-27 / 12:19:46 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------