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CHAPTER FIVE

Once she'd decided that she'd be the one to force the issue, Dottie's approach was anything but timid. Springing to her feet, she stood with her hands on her hips while surveying the drawn faces of her relatives.

Then a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Sly at first, it quickly became a broad grin. The chuckle which followed gained momentum until Dottie was laughing out loud.

The others looked at her as though she were crazy. She just laughed harder.

"A fine crew," Dottie finally said. "Look at you. You're scared shitless."

She brought everyone up to date on who among them had made it with whom. She made it clear just how far the incest had spread.

"Don't you see?" she concluded. "The five of us have broken through. Cut through all the crap that made us just as ordinary as everybody else in every other boring family. Instead of a family who just says they love each other, we've proven it. We ought to be celebrating instead of acting ashamed."

She was starting to make sense to them. "Yeah," somebody whispered. One or two others nodded.

"Okay, suppose you're right," Sarah spoke out. "Where do we go from here?"

"Simple, Mom," Dottie readily answered, having thought ahead. "Where are we?"

"At a family picnic," Sarah warily said.

"Well?" Dottie smirked. "Then why not take advantage of it? We don't have to just stop with each other, you know."

"Jesus, Dottie, that might turn into a Goddamned orgy," Steve gulped.

"If we're lucky," Dottie leered. "What do you say, gang?"

"It's just far-out enough to work," Alice murmured. "I'm with you, Dottie!"

"Good girl! Now name somebody at the picnic who turns you en," Dottie said. "The first person who comes to your mind."

"Daddy!" Alice blurted out. "Fuck him!" Dottie ordered. "Gee, that's who I had in mind," Sarah muttered.

But Maggie grumbled: "Why would anybody want to fuck Hank? He's such an animal."

"That's just the point, Mom," Alice explained. "Daddy needs somebody who can bring out the best in him."

"I picked him first." Alice reminded.

The dispute pleased Dottie immensely, proving that her idea had taken hold. Now all she had to do was make sure Alice and Sarah got what they wanted so they'd stay on her side.

"Take turns," she suggested to her cousin and mother. "I don't think Uncle Hank'll mind. You two can work out the details between you."

Alice and Sarah agreed, breaking away from the others to work out her strategy.

"Well, they have my sympathy," Maggie scoffed. "Now, as for me…"

Everyone leaned forward with anticipation. "I like em young and sweet," Maggie chuckled. "And, after my own baby boy, nobody fills that bill any better than you-know-who."

"Jerry?" Dottie guessed.

Maggie nodded. "That's right, your kid brother and my darling nephew. If I couldn't take my Steve's cherry, at least I can get Jerry's."

"Jeez. Mom," Steve said with obvious contempt, "that little wimp doesn't know what it's aft about."

"I'll teach him," Alice said. "Now what about you, Sonny Boy? Who are you going to fuck?"

Steve was suddenly sheepish. "Promise not to laugh?" he muttered.

They agreed.

"Aunt Jessica," he said, naming his mother's spinster sister.

They all laughed anyway.

"Talk about somebody who doesn't know what it's all about!" Maggie howled. "Jessica should've been a nun. But, on second thought, that might've even been too fast a track for her. Nuns have to learn about sin and that's probably over Jessica's head."

"She might surprise you," Steve replied. "Anyway, my mind's made up."

"Everybody to their own poison," Maggie sighed. Then she turned to her niece and asked: "How about you, Dottie? Who are you going after?"

"No surprise here," Dottie answered. "My dad's it. Can I help it if I'm so fucking normal?"

So it was settled. With nothing more to discuss, the incestuous hunting party began drifting apart in search of their prey.

Dottie's father was an uncomplicated man, good, old Jack. When others were going off in all directions, he was always calm. Life's simple pleasures were what Jack Baker was all about.

Dottie found him looking at the sunset. He had a hotdog in one hand and a beer in the other, just relaxing by himself.

Creping up behind him, Dottie asked: "A penny for your thoughts, Daddy."

Turning around, Jack drawled: "Hi, baby. Was wondering where you'd got off to. Wanted you to watch this sunset with inc. Isn't it a beauty?"

"It's even better over at the pond," Dottie said. "Wanna see? We could have it all to ourselves, Daddy."

"Sure, honey," Jack agreed. "You know I'm even more of a sucker for some time alone with my little girl than I am for watching the sun go down."

He and Dottie held hands and left the picnic. When they neared the pond, the bushes stood between it and them. Picking through the tangle, Dottie made her move.

"Oh, these damned thorns!" she squealed after purposely snagging herself.

"You all right, baby?" Jack asked with concern.

"Just a scratch, I think," Dottie answered, holding her hip. "I'll know better when I get out of this mess."

Pulling ahead of her father, she stumbled into the clearing.

"I've ripped my bikini to pieces," she reported.

Jack didn't have to be told that. From where he stood he could clearly see the bronze rays of the dying sun bouncing off his teenaged daughter's exposed crotch.

"No point in even trying to tie it together," Dottie sighed, letting the shredded bikini bottom fall off completely.

Jack just stood there staring. He may have been Dottie's father, but he was still a man. The sight of her hairy, young pussy had his cock bulging.

Then Dottie made it even more uncomfortable for him. "Well, the top's no good without the bottom," she said, sending her halter fluttering to the ground. Her bare tits jiggled in the open and her father was breathless.

She giggled. "When was the last time you saw me naked, Daddy?"

"C-can't remember," Jack stammered.

"Bet I wasn't this grown up then," Dottie lilted. "What do you think, Daddy? Have I turned out okay?"

"Y-you don't want to know what I'm thinking," Jack said.

"Something good, I hope."

"S-something terrible."

Jack choked. "I like it too much. We'd better go before something happens we both regret."

"Like what?" Dottie boldly asked, seductively swinging her hips as she advanced toward her father.

"The worse thing a father can do to his daughter," Jack gulped. "Please, baby. In another minute I won't be able to stop myself."

"That long?" Dottie teased.

She reached toward her father's swollen crotch, caressing his roused cock through his pants. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she had unzipped his fly. Her hand was inside Jack's boxer shorts, cupping his balls. His excited prick sprang into plain sight and Dottie rubbed the head against her belly.

"Damn you… damn you for doing this to me," Jack sputtered. "You were always my little girl. It was so easy being your father."

"And now?" Dottie murmured, her slender fingers wrapping around his jutting cock's thick shaft.

"You've turned me into beautiful young woman right before my eyes!"

"You're still my dad," Dottie said coyly.

"No, I'm just another man now," Jack answered. "Not much better than an animal." .

His desperation turning to anger, Jack hissed: "You planned this, didn't you? You little bitch! You counted on me not being able to stop myself from…"

He couldn't say it so Dottie said it for him.

"From fucking me, Daddy?"

Jack painfully nodded.

And Dottie giggled. "You're getting ahead of yourself, Daddy. You're not going to fuck me until I suck your prick and you eat my pussy."

Tugging at his cock, she pulled her father to the flattest part of the clearing. Then she was slumping to the grass at his feet, spreading her thighs, she showed him her wide-open pussy.

"Yes, eat me, Daddy, eat me," she urged. "Eat my cunt while I suck your cock. I'll give you the best sixty-nine you ever had."

"I don't doubt that for a second," Jack panted, kneeling.

He swung around astride her. Dottie pulled his pants and shorts to his ankles, then reached for his throbbing hard-on. She'd just folded her lips around the fat head when she felt her father's mouth on her pussy.

"I like tongue, Daddy," she called to him. "Plenty of hot tongue, inside and outside my pussy."

On cue, Jack lapped her clit.

"Oh, yes, that is it Daddy," Dottie mooned. "Now more, more!"

Then, as Jack orally concentrated on her clit, Dottie began swallowing his cock. It was a big one. But she never doubted she could deep throat the whole thing. A father deserved nothing less from his daughter than the best blow-job she could give him.

Gulping down inch after inch of the long, thick rod, Dottie noticed how salty it was. Already it was making her thirsty, thirsty for his spurting jizz.

Jack's tongue scraped insistently against her clit. Obviously he wasn't going to let up until he'd made her come right in his face.

"Ooooh," Dottie moaned around a mouthful of cock. "I'm getting off already, Daddy. Can you taste it yet?"

Jack sure could taste her juices. Once his daughter had climaxed he'd switched his tongue from her clit to her oozing cunt, spooning the female cum.

Then, gradually, his tongue snaked farther and farther up her pussy. The tip tickled inner nooks and crannies that made his daughter spasm all the way into her womb. Dottie couldn't have stopped coming if she'd wanted to.

Her suction, as usual, was expert. With Dottie, a blow-job always became a mouth fuck. Definitely sooner, Dottie hoped, as she deep throated her father's big prick.

"Ooooh, baby," Jack moaned between her thighs, "I'm getting that feeling. My cock's gonna blow!"

Dottie gave his hilted rod a hungry tug, then kept up the pressure. Her father's balls were hot rocks, burning her face as they strained toward eruption.

"Now!" Jack croaked.

His prick jumped, halfway down his daughter's throat while his balls rumbled. Breathlessly tense on top of the sixty-nine in one instant, in the next he was sprawled all over Dottie, squirming and thrusting. His cock was abruptly flooding his little girl's belly with spurt after spurt of scalding cream.

There was even more jizz than Dottie had expected but she was determined to drink it all. She wondered if her dad's prick would ever stop shooting. Finally, Dottie polished off the dregs of his cum, then slowly released his cock, hoping it would remain hard.

She wasn't disappointed. Despite all the cum it had just unloaded, her father's cock still jutted out like a teenager's cock. Even her cousin Steve hadn't kept it up this good for Dottie.

"Well, looks like we're not finished yet," she told Jack.

"What'd you have in mind, princess?" Jack answered as he slid around to face his naked daughter. His expression was playful, indicating that he had cast aside all reservations about incest.

"I think I'm ready for a different kind of fun now," Dottie tittered. "I like sixty-nines but I dig what it leads up to a lot more."

"Then it's time for me to fuck you, I guess," Jack said.

"I'll damned well rape you if you don't, Daddy!" Dottie teased.

"Mmmm, I might just take you up on that," Jack teased back. "Not many dads get raped by their own daughters."

Dottie couldn't resist calling his bluff. She sprang up and before her father could react, she'd pounced on him, pinning him under her as she sat astride his loins.

"How'd I doing so far?" she giggled, rubbing his cock and balls with her furry cunt.

Jack sighed. "Nothing I can do for now but relax and enjoy it."

"Smart idea," Dottie smirked.

Then she raised her crotch. Her father's prick lurched up beneath it, its throbbing head just shy of her cunt's dripping slit.

"Down we go!" Dottie declared.

Her hips plunged. Catching Jack's standing hard-on deep into her squishing pussy. She landed with a plop in the saddle of her father's loins, impaled on the horn of his prick. Then, wiggling her ass to twist his hilted cock meat, she drew a shuddering moan of pleasure from her willing victim.

"God, what fucking!" Jack breathlessly told her. "Already the best piece of ass I've ever had and I've hardly moved a muscle yet."

"Don't worry, Daddy, you're doing just dandy with the muscle that counts," Dottie chuckled, squeezing her cunt around the length of her father's prick.

She lifted her hips again until only her father's cockhead remained in her pussy. But then she bore down once more, abruptly refilling her cunt with all that dick.

"Oooooh," Jack whooshed when she landed. "Hope I can keep up with you."

"What choice do you have?" Dottie cheerfully called down.

Again her pussy scaled the heights of Jack's standing cock. Then, just as swiftly, she slurped back downward. From there Dottie repeated the process over and over with her rising and falling cunt, relentlessly fucking her father's captive prick.

Before long, Jack no longer was just passively getting fucked by his bouncing daughter. He began thrusting in reply. Soon his knees were lifted, his feet digging into the grass so he could push with his muscular legs. When Dottie's cunt plunged down on his cock, he surged back with such force that their crotches seemed to shoot off sparks.

"Oh, Daddy, you're coming on strong," Dottie panted. "I might just let you take over completely from here on in."

"No sooner said than done!" Jack grunted. He reared up and bowled Dottie over to reverse their positions. Suddenly she was the one who was flat on her back, with her father dominating the fucking. His cock felt even bigger in her cunt than it had before, as he drove into her from above. She climaxed on the spot.

"Rip me, Daddy, rip me!" Dottie cried.

"Keep me coming until you come too!"

Jack fucked her like he was trying to split her in two. But his pumping cock in her cunt wasn't the only way he kept her climaxing. He also sucked her tits and finger-fucked her asshole.

"Oh, Daddy, it's like I'm making it with three guys at once!" Dottie squealed. "One of them with his prick in my pussy, and the other two doing numbers on my tits and ass."

"They're all me, sweetheart," Jack slurped around a mouthful of nipples.

"Well, the best is about to come," Jack puffed.

"You mean you're gonna shoot?"

"Harder than I ever have in my life. Your cunt'll never be able to hold all of this load."

"I know someplace that will," Dottie quickly answered. "That is, if you've got the balls for it."

"Just tell me where you want it," Jack gasped. "But make it snappy."

"Then hurry up and go through the backdoor, Daddy," Dottie frantically urged. "Fuck me in the ass! That's where I want your hot cum!"

Too far gone to question whether his massive cock really belonged in the narrow tunnel of his daughter's asshole, Jack automatically made the switch. Greased with pussy juice, his slippery cock shifted to the notch below.

At first it seemed to be a mistake. Dottie wailed: "Oh, God, you're killing me! Hurts so much!"

Jack couldn't stop his momentum, though. His cock kept going, hilting his daughter's ass.

Then Dottie made it clear that everything was just fine, her voice crooning: "But it hurts soooo goooooood!"

And with a sigh of relief, Jack came at once.

"Oh, thank you Daddy for shooting it in my ass," Dottie bubbled as her father's jizz swamped her inner depths.

"Damn, girl," Jack admitted, "you had me going there for a second. Really thought I'd gone too far."

"That'll be the day," Dottie laughed as her squeezing ass milked the last of her father's cum from his dribbling cock. "But you just keep trying anyway, Daddy. That's what fucking me is all about, going farther than you've ever been before."

Jack could only agree, especially when, after coming twice, he still had a hard-on. Within moments it was moving in Dottie's ass again, as he continued his journey along incest's forbidden trail.