This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com SHOWER SCENE by RHYMER My plan was about to come to fruition. It was Saturday night, and my mom was out with my brother Chris, shopping for school clothes. I'd just watched my dad go into the bathroom after a long afternoon of yardwork. Time for a shower, he'd said. My pussy tingled as I thought of his long, thick cock springing free of his undershorts as he got naked, and I rubbed my slit through the thin cotton shorts I was wearing. I'd seen his massive tool by accident one morning as he padded naked to the bathroom with a piss-hard, and I'd lusted after it ever since. I've seen my share of cocks -- I'm only fourteen, but I haven't been a giggling virgin in years -- but his was biggest and best! To think that what I'd been searching for was right here in my own house all this time. I made a mental note to check out 15 year old Chris' equipment some time; it might run in the family. As soon as I heard the shower running, I ran into my room and stripped naked. I looked at myself in the mirror, cupping my hands under my breasts. I look good, if I do say so myself. I'm a blonde, with bright green eyes and nice little 34C titties. I keep my cunt shaved for maximum pleasure, and I do special exercises to keep it tight. I grinned, rubbed my clit for good luck, and went over to the bathroom. I slipped quietly in behind my father as he was lathering his hair, so he didn't realize I was there until I trailed a wet hand down his right flank. He jumped, then turned carefully around so he wouldn't slip. "Lizzie!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?" He was shocked and a little angry, but I couldn't help noticing his eyes assessing my tits and ready cunt. His pecker started to rise perceptibly. "Showing you the time of your life," I purred. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock, and began moving my fist back and forth. He was so amazed he just stood there and accepted it for a few seconds, and by then he was rock hard. His cock is, at a guess, almost ten inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. I'd have to do some stretching to accommodate him in my cunt. But that was for later. This was just a prologue, and I wanted to get it right. "Oh, God, no baby," he groaned, as I continued to pump his cock. "We can't d-do this. You're my daughter, for chrissakes." "Your horny daughter," I said, "who wants to give you a blowjob as a reward for being such a nice daddy." With that, I flicked my tongue across his cock. It tasted slightly of soap and manliness. He tried to pull away, but then I stretched my mouth wide and engulfed the first three inches of his prick. After that he gave up; he was mine. I'm proud of my cocksucking technique, which I've perfected on dozens of boys and a few men. I slowly inched forward, relaxing my throat muscles, until my lips were touching the mass of hair at the base of his organ. Then I slowly pulled back, sucking like a vacuum and wriggling my tongue along the bottom of his cock. I pulled off with a smack, tonguewashed his heavy balls for a minute, licked the length of his shaft while he bucked and swayed, then did it all again. After less than three repetitions, he grabbed my shoulders hard, thrust forward, and came like a water hose. I let it splatter on my tits, then directed a jet toward my bare pussy. As he stood there, gasping, I lasciviously massaged his cum into my twat. The thought that this was my daddy's juice that I was grinding into me was a heady one that made me hotter by the second. Then a fleeting thought passed through my head: what if I should get pregnant? I was on the Pill of course, but what if? The thought of carrying my own daddy's baby caused me to screech and come while he watched, still in shock. When I was done I grinned at him, gave his cock a wet, sloppy kiss, and slipped out of the shower, taking a towel with me. I dried myself off vigorously, turning myself on yet again, and fingerfucked myself to orgasm twice thinking of Dad's hot, thick prong fucking me. That would come next, I vowed; I'd have to make the first move again, I knew, 'cause Daddy's kinda shy. I can't get the thought of having his baby out of my head now. It wasn't in my original plan -- I'd just wanted his cock at first -- but I'd have to carefully consider the pros and cons of it. In the meanwhile, I'll just keep on truckin'. I haven't gotten him to bed me yet, but tomorrow's Saturday and Mom plans to take Chris to Grandma's; I begged off, citing homework as my excuse. I can't wait to see what develops! THE NEXT STEP (A Sequel to "Shower Scene") by RHYMER I was ready for the second phase of my planned sexual conquest of my father. A month ago, I'd caught a good look at his monster penis as he padded naked to the bathroom with a piss-hard, and I realized that it was the cock I'd been looking for all my young life. I began plotting then to make it mine. Puberty came early for me; I was menstruating at nine, and by ten had learned how much fun it was to rub my little slit. From there I moved on to fingers and makeshift dildos, and it wasn't long before I nabbed my first cock (Timmy Conley, our 14 year old paper boy). Let's just say I'm sexually precocious. It had been a week since I surprised my Daddy in the shower and gave him a blowjob he's not likely to forget. That's where I ended it, before it got too far: I wasn't quite ready for sex with that big thing yet, and I didn't want to scare him off by coming on too strong. I wanted him to get used to the idea of sex with his 14 year old daughter. Since then, our relationship had been tense and a little strained. He hadn't spoken much, but I caught him staring at me occasionally, frankly and curiously. When I could get away with it, I wore as few clothes as possible, in order to keep him interested. Since it was high summer, I spent a lot of time in our pool, and it wasn't too unusual for me to be clad in nothing more than a bikini. I attracted quite a few stares from my big brother Chris as well during this time (but that's another story). During the course of that week, I happen to know that my mom got a lot of good fucking, as Daddy took out his abundant sexual energy on her. From the way she was screaming and groaning she must have enjoyed it, and I don't blame her, considering! Not that she needed it. I, the supposed sexual expert in the family, learned a few new things about sex and my family that week, quite by accident. But more on that later. It was Saturday, and Mom and Chris were out shopping for groceries or something. They'd been spending a lot of time together in the last year. I'd noticed that and wondered on it a little lately, but after what I discovered Wednesday it was no mystery. Anyway, about the time they drove away I went into my bedroom and changed into my skimpiest bikini. Red, it was: the color of love. Daddy seemed a little edgy that day, like he knew what I had in mind. Probably did: it wasn't too hard to guess. But as it turned out, he surprised me. I was awake well before he was that morning, and by the time he stumbled into the kitchen in his robe I'd already been in and out of the pool. I was still wet; my hair was slicked back and my pouty nipples were outlined against the fabric of my top. I decided to play the little domestic that morning. I didn't have anything planned right away -- Mom and Chris had made it clear they'd be gone most of the day -- but I thought of several little ways I could heighten the sexual tension. I paraded around naughtily in my little red bikini, making sure my tits and ass bounced and jiggle provocatively as I prepared us a nice breakfast. I bent over a few times, showing him just what he was missing. His eyes stayed on me the whole time. And once, as I was serving his pancakes, I "accidentally" brushed against his cock. It was already rock hard and ready! The thought of him wanting me the way I wanted him made my little pussy wet. We ate breakfast in silence. My hand was busy under the table, playing with my cunt and scrunching the fabric of my bikini tight around my cunt and ass cheeks. I wished it was a thong, but Mom won't let me buy one; this would have to do. I was juiced and ready by the time we were done eating. I took the dishes and piled them in the sink, keeping up a steady stream of conversation with Daddy. He's a bright guy, usually a good talker, but today his conversation was limited to grunts and monosyllables; I knew he was staring at my exposed bod, especially the tight little space between my legs, where I'd made sure a little pubic hair was showing. That's when Daddy made his move. He came up behind me, put his arms around my waist, and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. I could feel the lump in his robe pressing tightly against my lower back. "That was a good breakfast," he said huskily me. I hadn't really noticed, myself! "I'm lucky to have a daughter who's such a good cook, not to mention being a sexy babe too. You're so good at taking care of me. What do you have planned next?" He kissed the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and chills went racing down my spine. I could feel his hot gaze as it traced the length of my cleavage. His hands took on a life of their own. One slid up to cup my left breast; the other slipped inside my bikini bottom to find my clitty. He began massaging both at the same time. I groaned with pleasure. His hot breath puffed against the back of his neck as I pressed back against his bulge. That caused him to groan. "Oh, baby, I'm not sure I can stop," he whispered. "Why should you?" My pussy was starting to tingle now, and I sure as hell didn't want him to quit! "Well, honey, it wouldn't be right. I'd be a bad father. Parents don t fuck their kids." I twisted around in his grasp. His robe had fallen open all the way, and his magnificent cock was exposed. I slid my hands into the robe and around him, then pressed the full length of my body against his. My now-erect nipples were poking hard through the fabric of my swimsuit into his nest of chest hair; his prick was firm against my belly. I looked him deep in the eyes. "What's wrong with us fucking? Mom and Chris are doing it." He gasped. "How did you know about that?" Ah, so he wasn't completely clueless. "I came home early the other day and caught them going at it on Chris' bed." It was true: I'd returned from a friend's house (a boyfriend's house, though Mom didn't know it) earlier than expect, and was a little surprised to hear the cacaphony of moans and love-talk echoing down the hall. They were so noisy they never heard me come in. I figured Dad was getting some; that was an exciting thought, the opportunity to watch my parents screwing, so I tiptoed down the hall. I was a little surprised when I realized they were doing it in Chris' room, but I just figured it just gave them an extra thrill to do it on their son's bed. So I was really shocked when I peeked in and saw my well-hung older brother plowing his own mother's furrow! He was really giving it to her, and I saw that, though his equipment wasn't quite as big as Daddy's, it was still large and thick, and he knew how to use it. They interfaced with the ease of long-practiced lovers who were intimately familiar with each others' bodies, so I knew this was no one-time thing. He had her legs cocked up almost to her shoulders, and was pounding away like there was no tomorrow. I could tell that his cock was putting her into seventh heaven by the way she moaned and writhed. I waited til he came -- great, gushing streams that he deposited all across her hairy snatch, belly, and tits, and then proceeded to lick off - - then made myself scarce before I got caught. I was a little miffed as I left the house: here I thought I'd been the first in the family to stumble across the wonderfully sexy idea of incest, only to find that I was behind the times by at least a year! Now I knew why Chris and Mom spent so much time together, and went "shopping" so often -- motel shopping, maybe! "It's true, Dad." He shook his head sadly. "They spend so much time together, and I was just now starting to get it. I mean, your Mom still likes to fuck, but she's just not into it as much as she used to be. I was pretty sure she had a lover, because last month I found this motel slip in the car. For a couple days I didn't really believe it, because I knew she'd been out buying school clothes with Chris at the time stamped on the sales slip. I realized how much she and Chris did things together on the weekends, how they were alone together a lot of the summer -- but it wasn't until you -- did what you did last weekend that I figured it out." Great! I was the last to know. I reached down and gave his dick a friendly squeeze. "That's OK, Daddy! If they're enjoying each other, who's to say we can t enjoy each other too?" He smiled slowly. "No one, baby!" I fisted his enormous tool -- a good ten inches of hot and heavy man-meat -- and started pumping my hand up and down. I couldn't quite close my fist around it, but I must have been giving him some good sensations, because he started gasping and moaning and thrusting his hips a little. I kissed him and said, "Oh, Daddy, I want you to fuck and fuck and fuck me!" "Your wish is my command, little girl," he said, then reached down and scooped me up. He lay me down on the kitchen table, and divested me of my bikini with two quick movements. His robe fell by the wayside; then, without slightest vestige of foreplay (who needed it!) I felt his big, thick rod at the portal to my sopping cunt. This was it! This was finally it! He moved forward oh so slowly. Luckily, I was very very wet, or he might never have been able to fit inside me. As it was, I could feel my little fuckhole stretching to new dimensions as he gradually advanced. "Uhngh! So TIGHT!" he gritted. "So fuckin' tight!" I was enveloped in a rosy glow, tingling all over, as he gradually slid his fucktool into me. I yelped and moaned and pawed my tits, pulling and tweaking the nipples. Finally I felt his pubic hair tickling my hairless mound; I looked up into his eyes and smiled seductively. "That's it, Dad. Your're in all the way." Then the clencher: "You're fucking me, Daddy. You're fucking your little baby daughter." "I know I am, Lizzie girl," he said in a low, rough voice. "Take it. Take your Daddy's big cock. It's so hard for you it's about to explode." With that he started thrusting relentlessly into my pussyhole. "Ah God," he growled. "You're so good and tight, you sweet little slut! I'm gonna fuck you til you scream for mercy!" "Do it, Daddy, do it! Your cock is so big it's almost splitting me in half! Harder, harder! Make me cum!" He shut up and jackhammered into me like there was no tomorrow. His manhood was so huge that it really did hurt a little to have him ream me, but the pleasure far outweighed any pain involved. He was stretching me wider than I've ever been before: my pussy was clinging to his cock like a hot sleeve as he worked it in and out of me. I'd be sore tomorrow, but it would be worth it. I could feel his large hairy balls rhythmically slapping the crack of my ass: they were hot, heavy and full of that steamy cum I'd tasted the week before. The thought of that got me close to cumming; then I recalled thinking about accidentally getting myself pregnant while I was rubbing Daddy's come into my snatch there in the shower, and just as before it sent me over the edge. I came like a wildcat, screeching and yowling and writhing enough to almost pull us both off the table. I locked my heels around his firm ass and pulled him farther into me, hoping for another orgasm before he came. I almost made it. Five minutes later, as I felt the tingling throughout my body starting to ramp up toward full ignition, he emitted an explosive grunt, pumped hard and deep into me three or four times, and came like a cannon firing into tunnel too small to contain it. His load filled my cunt and ran over, streaming down my legs onto the table. I kept ramming myself onto his big rod even though he'd stopped, and managed to pull myself through my second orgasm of the morning. He pulled out and fell into a chair. "That was wonderful," he said softly. "I think we'll have to do that again later. And again and again and again as long as I can keep my dick up." I was drained, but I managed to sit up and smile saucily. "I'll try not to keep you too exhausted,' I promised. I rubbed my cum-filled snatch. "I'm kinda sticky now. Wanna take a shower with me?" He grinned. "Oh, you naughty, naughty little girl." THE END THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION (A Sequel to "Shower Scene" and "Next Step") by RHYMER It had been two delirious months since I first sucked off my shy Daddy in the shower and then seduced him a week later, finally getting his thick ten-incher into my hot cunny the way I'd been planning for weeks. Since then, we'd been having sex as often as we could get away with it: in the car on the way to school, in the pool changing room, in the basement, and once in my Daddy's study while Mom and my brother Chris were watching TV less than 50 feet away (had to be very quiet with that one). Whenever we were home alone, we stripped immediately and went at it until we heard a car pull up in the driveway. Once, we went to a motel under the pretense of taking me to the doctor's office for my annual check-up. Oh, Daddy gave me a full physical, all right. He even let me suck his stethoscope! By now I was getting ever more curious about my brother Chris, who at fifteen is one year older than I. I knew he and Mom hadn't a clue that Dad and I were fucking; they were too wrapped up in their own incestuous affair. I knew this because I'd come home early one day to find them screwing like veterans on Chris' bed. This explained a lot of little things Dad and I had been noticing lately: the way Mom and Chris always did things together, their newfound physical closeness, and the tension that buzzed in the air whenever they were near each other. I sort of figured that many of their "shopping trips" were excuses to visit motels; see, Daddy and I learned it from them! I kept an eye open for my first opportunity to initiate something between my brother and I. September rolled around, and it came time for my Daddy's company picnic (he's a CPA). We all went to a big park with a pleasant little swimming lake. It was great. Toward the middle of the afternoon, I was walking along one beach in my favorite red bikini (ask Daddy about that one), enjoying all the ogling stares I was getting from the guys, young and old. I was hot, and my crack was damp: I'd been coming on a little to Dad's boss, Mr. Heinemann, who's a widower and looks like he really needs a fuck. I got tired of it and decided to look for Chris. I found him sunning on the beach, idly rubbing a nice erection. I came up behind him, looked at what he was staring at, and grinned: Mom and Dad were frolicking a few yards off shore, and Mom was wearing this see- through white bikini that hid none of her ample charms. Chris was a riot. The putz had been fucking her regularly and still he couldn't get enough of her! "Whatcha starin' at?" I said suddenly. He sat bolt upright, twisted around, and said, "Geez, sis, you shouldn't sneak up on a guy like that!" I smiled lascivously. "But then I wouldn't have seen that pretty hard- on," I said, gesturing. He turned beet-red. "Lizzie!" I shrugged. "It is nice. And since you've given me something nice to look at, I'll return the favor." Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I eased the crotch of my bikini bottom to one side, exposing my pussy. I spread the lips with two fingers, and inserted a third knuckle-deep into my cuntal depths. Moving languidly, I removed the finger and licked it free of my cream. "Was that that nice enough?" I asked, then turned and walked away, leaving him with his suddenly-huge erection for company. I was so horny by then that I had to have a cock or die. So I found Mr. Heinemann and dragged him off into a little patch of woods and fucked the poor guy so hard he all but passed out. A long, slow week passed. Dad and I had several nice quickie lick and blow sessions, but unfortunately we were never able to find an opportunity to screw. Mom and Chris had no such problem; they went at it almost every day, while Dad was at work and I was out with my friends. Just for the fun of it, I only pretended to go out one day; instead I snuck into Chris' closet, which is one of those with louvered slats instead of a solid door. I manipulated one in such a way that I could see through it easily, then sat back to wait. I was wearing a short dress and nothing else; my pussy was completely naked, and my tits were easily accessible. I knew I'd see something hot enough to make me want to play with myself, and right I was. The horny couple couldn't even wait til I was good and gone to get after it! Before five minutes had passed, Mom led Chris into his room, pulling him by the big cock that stuck out of his shorts. She sat down on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and gave his cock a good tongue washing for a while as he stood there. Chris just grinned lazily, breathing hard. Mom is a beautiful woman: She looks like me (blonde hair and green eyes) only twenty years older. Naturally her tits are bigger and heavier than mine, but without a trace of a sag; her hips are a little wider (I'm only 14 after all), and she keeps herself trim with aerobics. Chris is almost six feet tall, tawnier of hair than the two of us, with brown eyes. He's muscular, with a ridged, flat stomach and, as it turned out, a cock that weighs in at over nine inches in length (I measured later). Mom stopped licking Chris' dick before he came. "I want that cum in my pussy," she breathed in explanation when he protested. I already had one hand on my twat and another on one breast in anticipation of what would happen next. "Ah, Mom, can't I suck your cunt today?" Chris asked. "I'm not sure we have the time, Baby," she moaned as she peeled out of her clothes. Chris had already dropped his shorts, which were all he was wearing. "Lizzie said she'd be back in an hour or two. Better stick that big thing in me while you can." I watched with interest as he lay her back and, without pretense of foreplay, shoved that baseball-bat cock into her and starting pounding her fast and hard. I moved my middle finger in and out of my cunt hole in rhythm with their fucking and came long before they did, clamping my mouth shut in an effort to stay quiet. I must have succeeded, because they kept on keepin' on; the whole time, Mom was shouting for him to go faster, and harder, and to make his Mommy cum again and again. I know I saw her pop off at least twice. After maybe ten minutes, Chris pulled out and squirted a fountain of his heavy cream onto Mom's taut belly. Then, as before, he licked it off -- an efficient, if crude, form of birth control! He made his way down to her cunt and went down on her; her protestations were short lived, because soon he had her rolling and swaying and squealing like a sailing ship in the grip of a heavy storm. He took every bit of the hour I'd promised them, and made her cum at least five more times. No wonder Mom liked fucking my brother so much! I came twice more before they got up, shrugged into their clothes, and left. I slipped out the window, and came in a few minutes later. By then they were acting nonchalant, as if nothing had happened -- but I could still smell sex in the air as I went by Chris' room an hour later. That weekend, Mom and Dad decided to go on a little vacation together, because -- as Dad said -- "We haven't had much time together lately." I knew the real reason: he was going to tell Mom he knew about her and Chris, and admit that he and I were fucking too. Then we could clear the air and be honest and aboveboard about our incestuous relationships. As for me, I was going to seduce my big brother. We'd promised to do a few household chores while they were gone, so Saturday morning found us washing Dad's pickup in our backyard. We're kinda secluded, with no one within a few blocks, and our backyard is enclosed in a privacy fence because of our big pool. I figured this was a pretty good place to make my move. Since we were going to get wet anyway, I wore my darling red bikini, and Chris his tight Speedo. I caught him checking me out more than once, and of course I was inwardly drooling over the big lump under that black spandex. We made a game of washing the truck, yelling and spraying each other with the water hose until we were drenched. After the day at the lake, there was this subsurface layer of tension between us, and I think Chris knew what was going to happen. I made sure he got a few good views of my tits and ass as I bent over to wash this or that part of the truck. About the time we got through, I looked down and "noticed" his turgid cock tenting out the front of his swimsuit, just as planned. "Ooh, there's that pretty hard-on again," I cooed. He just stood there, eyes slitted, as I released the drawstrings on the side of my bikini bottoms. I let them drop away, exposing my bald cunt. "You didn't get to see all of me last time. What do you think of the whole thing?" I asked, as I undid my top and discarded that. "You like it?" "You're beautiful," he blurted. "Why, thank you, kind sir," I purred. "Ya know, I haven't seen the big thing that's making that lump in your pants yet." He must have broken some kind of land speed record getting out of the Speedo. His young hard cock sprang out in all its glory. Now we were naked together, and already my pussy was hot and dripping. "Wow, Chris'fer," I said, "you've got a really big one. I gotta touch it." I stepped forward and wrapped one hand around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down. He moaned softly. "You like that, baby?" "Oh, yeah," he groaned joyously. " You do that great." "Better than Mom?" I teased. He drew a sharp breath. "Uh, what do you mean?" "Come on, Chris'fer, I know you're fucking Mom. I saw you a couple of times. Is she good?" "She's great," he admitted with a grin. "The best." "Well, you haven't fucked me yet, big Big Brother. C'mere." I pulled down the tailgate and lay back in the bed of the pickup, which was lined with a soft plastic liner. I slowly lifted my legs back and said lasciviously, "Care for an appetizer?" He nodded eagerly; I knew he couldn't pass up a pussy-licking. Then I lay back as I admired his technique: he'd alternately lick and suck, then waffle his head back and forth with his tongue hard and extended. Sometimes he'd thrust his tongue into me like a tiny cock; other times, he'd suck my clitty into his mouth, then roll it around with his tongue. That drove me apeshit! I came twice, and after the second one I gasped, "We've gotta fuck now," and pulled him down on top of me. He slid his thick hunk of meat into me in one quick motion, and we were fucking. He wasn't quit as big or as skilled as our Daddy, but he was a very calisthenic fucker who knew just where to plug that long, slightly curved fuckstick of his, and plug away he did. A few minutes later I felt the small bomb go off in my cunt and a swarm of prickly sensations whooshed through my body. A great cum! My cunt clamped down hard on his cock, and he frantically pistoned in and out of me, finally cumming in one great huge stream inside me. I kept my heels locked behind him so he couldn't pull out and cum on my tummy, like he does with Mom. After that, we repaired to the house, where we proceeded to fuck the rest of the weekend away. We stopped only for bathroom breaks and meals, and even then we kept our clothes off just in case inspiration should strike suddenly. Mom and Dad decided to return home early that weekend to surprise us. Instead we surprised them, because they found us locked in a hot doggie- style fuck on the living room couch! After their initial shock wore off, their horny natures came to the fore. They quickly stripped, and we paired off, Mom with Chris and me with Dad. The boys decided they'd fuck us girls doggie-style and make a little game of it, to see who could hold off coming for the longest. Chris won, of course, since he'd already dumped one load of steamy cum into my snatch in the past hour. He held out for almost half an hour, giving Mom the fucking of a lifetime. Since then, we've been one big, happy, cumming family. We made a pact after our first orgy that, as long as everyone was consenting, anything sexual that went on between any number of family members was OK. This led to some really hot, kinky times over the next few weeks. It was a month before I could get up the nerve to shyly tell Daddy that I was hot to have his baby; boy, was I disappointed to find out that he'd been fixed years ago! Yet the idea so turned on the others when he told them that both Mom and I decided we'd let Chris get us pregnant. We both went off the Pill immediately, and I began restricting my sex partners to my immediate family (to the great disappointment of many boys and several men in our neighborhood, not to mention Daddy's boss). Mom got preggers right away; it was almost three months before I "caught." Mom's lucky; no-one gave her pregnancy a second thought, but I suffered through the disapproval focused on me at school and church, as well as everywhere else; though of course I expected it, and it and well worth it in the end. It's not like I ever suffered for sex, with two horny big-cocked guys around. Mom gave birth to a healthy girl, Britanny, six months ago; my cute little bouncing boy, Erik, was born three months ago. They're both beautiful little dolls, perfectly normal, and if they're anything like the rest of us, they'll be ready to join in the festivities in about 15 years! 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