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Chapter 3

Ken flipped the pages of the paper slowly, trying to concentrate on the news, but finding it nearly impossible. Visions of the girls flickered through his mind. The events that had occurred since his arrival home had left him stunned, and since nothing quite like it had ever happened to him before, he wasn't sure how to cope.

Then, there was Lynn's frank admission about the children that he wondered whether he could accept. Admittedly, he was aware of the changing morals in the last ten years or so, but the openness and casualness of the females in the household still astounded him. In his generation, sex and showing bodies was done, but secretly, and was not something to be done boldly and openly.

Resolving to wait until he could converse with Lynn upon her return, he pushed all of the nagging thoughts from his head and opened the paper to the sports pages, determined that he would not be drawn to the girls and allow himself to do something he would regret forever. He was scanning the black print intently when Nancy came in, carrying a vacuum cleaner.

"Uncle Ken, will it bother you if I run this in here?"

Peering over the paper, he saw that she had not changed from her gauzy powder blue nightie. No amount of will power could have stopped his dick from rising as he gazed at the young girl's firm mounds and woolcovered cunt.

"No, that's all right, honey, but don't you think you should put some clothes on first? You can't run around like that all day, you know."

Nancy smiled broadly as she set the cleaner down and plugged it in.

"You've been away too long, Uncle Ken. Don't you know that a lot of women do their house cleaning naked now?"

"Why, for God's sake?"

She shrugged and looked at him naively. "It's just a lot more comfortable. I do it all the time, when I'm here by myself."

He shook his head with wonder. "Your mother and Dana, too?"

"I don't know, but I guess they do. What's wrong with it if nobody else is here?"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "But I'm here now."

Again she smiled impishly. "Yeah, but you're family. And I do have something on, too."

"Not much, but if that's the way you do things, go ahead."

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I took this thing off? I'd rather. I'm used to doing it that way now."

Ken thought about what Lynn had said. If she was right and he was wrong, he didn't want to foul things up and make either of the girls ashamed or embarrassed. "It's okay with me. Whatever you want suits me.

Just promise you'll get dressed as soon as you're through."

"Oh, I will. I haven't got much more to do."

He tried to hide his face behind the paper as she switched on the vacuum and began pushing it around the room, but it was useless. Her gorgeous titties swayed, flopped and slapped together as she pushed and pulled, and her smoothly rounded ass jiggled and bobbled. She was not ashamed, and actually hummed as she worked.

"Would you please raise your feet?" she asked happily, standing before him in all her naked glory.

"Sure." He was thankful for the paper that concealed the big, throbbing bulge in his robe.

His eyes followed her around the room until she had finished and put the vacuum away, then she returned to flop down on the couch with her arms resting at her sides and her legs parted just enough so that he could see the pink furrow of her love nest.

"Whew, I'm going to rest a second. Can I get you anything, Uncle Ken?

Coffee or something?"

"No, baby. Did you say you had to give Dana a bath this morning?"

"Uh huh. Either Mom or I help her into the bathtub, but she washes herself. It's no trouble."

It was an agonizing strain to keep from staring at her ripe pussy, and he wished now that he had poured the meat to Lynn before she left so that his balls would be drained. It was difficult not to have lascivious thoughts when you were horny, especially with a naked nymph so close.

"Tell me something, Nancy. Has Toby ever helped Dana with her bath?"

She shook her head vigorously. "No. Mom is real funny about things like that. She wouldn't let him."

"But you all let him see you with only your nighties on."

"Well, yeah, but that's different. Jeez, like Mom said, he can go down to the drug store and see pictures of all the naked girls he wants.

Besides, we're not really bare. He doesn't pay much attention anyway."

Ken saw that he wasn't getting through, and gave up. The girl obviously felt that she was doing nothing wrong, probably because her mother had told her so, and there was no sense in pounding the subject into the ground. Since he had already made up his mind not to do anything, his looking really was innocuous.

"Do you have much more cleaning to do?"

"Only the kitchen and Dana's room. I'll take care of her room while she's in the tub. I have to change her sheets, too."

"Well, I'll give you a hand and help Dana while you do the kitchen. I haven't got anything else to do."

"Jeez, thanks, Uncle Ken. I did want to go see my girl friend, and that way I'll get through faster."

His prick was still stiff and jumping as he watched her prance toward the kitchen, and he was becoming aware that if the situation remained the same, he was going to walk around with a perpetual hard-on. Since both girls had seen the mound caused by Toby's erection, he reasoned that Nancy wouldn't be shocked at his, so he proceeded to follow her and get himself a beer.

She was already running water in the sink when he entered and crossed to the refrigerator. As he was popping the top on the can, she turned to speak to him, then noticed the huge protrusion in the front of his robe. Raising her eyes quickly to his face, she gave him an apologetic smile, as though she shouldn't have looked.

"I could have brought that in to you, Uncle Ken."

He grunted, and said, "I need the exercise, honey. I'll go run the water, then get Dana."

Ken was on the way out when the phone rang, and he stopped to answer it."

"Oh," a sultry, sexy voice said, "is this Mr. Sheridan?"

"Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"

"This is Mary Sims, Dr. Larson's nurse. This is my afternoon off, and I wondered if it would be convenient for me to stop by and change the dressings on Dana's eyes."

"That's very thoughtful of you, but it isn't necessary. You don't have to go to that trouble. Either my sister or myself can bring her in to the office."

"Oh, it's no trouble, really," she said in rich vibrant tones. "I live only a block from you, in the Castle Apartments. I think a lot of Dana, and it's not out of my way at all."

"Well, if you want to, it would be very nice. My sister has the car, and I don't know when we could make it. Some time around noon, then?"

"Yes. I'll see you then. 'Bye."

"Was that the doctor's office?" Nancy asked when he hung up the receiver.

"Yeah. The nurse."

"Miss Sims. She's really nice. And, boy, is she pretty!"

"Oh?" Ken's interest perked up. If she had looks to go with that voice …! "Are you sure she isn't married?"

"She doesn't wear any rings, I know that."

"Well, she's going to be by here around noon. Make sure you have some clothes on by then. I'll take Dana to my bathroom in case you want to shower."

"Okay."

Ken went to his bedroom, started the water in the master bath, then went to get his youngest daughter. She was sitting on the side of her bed, listening to her tapes, her covered eyes staring sightlessly at the floor.

"Ready for your bath, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I suppose. Who was that on the phone, Daddy?"

"Miss Sims. She's coming over to take care of your eyes."

"Oh, darn it! I was hoping it would be the doctor, and that he'd take these stupid patches off for good."

He sensed her depressed mood, and felt compassion for her, but tried to keep his manner light. "C'mon, kitten. You can't give up when it's almost over. Let's go get that bath."

He helped her up, then guided her down the hall and through his room to the bath. After slipping her yellow gown off, he eased her down on the closed toilet seat and checked the water in the tub.

"Warm or hot, Dana?"

"About medium." She sighed sadly. "I feel so darn dumb having to have everyone do things for me like this."

"Nobody minds, baby." He turned off the water and shrugged out of his robe. After standing her in the tub, he asked, "Would you like me to wash you? It'd probably be easier."

Dana raised and dropped her shoulders unconcernedly. "I don't care. If you want to."

"Of course I do." His cock was rock hard as he soaped a cloth and began rubbing it over her delicious youthful body. She stood very still while he washed her, not flinching when he touched her tits, cunt or ass.

Both of them remained silent while he rinsed her, paying particular attention to her fleecy pussy, her tits, and the deep dark crack of her ass.

"That doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked huskily when he was through and staring at her wetly glistening figure while his stiff organ danced in front of him.

"No," she replied simply. "I'm getting used to it now."

Grabbing a towel, he dried her off to the waist, feeling her supple girlish form arouse him maddeningly. It was more than just a mere sexual desire. It was a deep-rooted lust that constricted his throat and made his balls suck up into his groin. Obeying an impulse that roared through him like a horrendous wave, he bent over and began brushing his lips over her fleshy titties and kissing her nipples tenderly.

"Daddy!" she said aghast. "What are you doing?"

"Just kissing you," he replied hoarsely. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"I'm…not sure. Are you supposed to do that?"

"If I love you, yes."

He lifted one of her feet and placed it on the tub rim, then crouched down to dry her legs. His face was only scant inches from her puffylipped cunt covered with blonde curls, and the neatness of the virgin nest made his hands tremble. He rubbed her down, then had her step out while he dried her feet. The instant he was through, Ken discarded the towel and began kissing her stomach, abdomen and pelvis, caressing her buns at the same time.

"Daddy, I…wish you wouldn't do that," Dana whimpered.

Ken paused in his oral petting to look up between the cleavage of her magnificent breasts. "Why not, princess?"

A small shiver ran through her, and her hands tightened on his shoulders. "It makes me feel all funny. I…I can't really explain it. I don't know what it is."

His prick was leaping with urgency for release, and only her plaintive plea reached into his lust-fogged mind. Nancy's nudity had started his juices flowing, and now Dana's bare body was driving him to such a frenzied state he nearly forgot any sense of morality or decency. With an anguished moan coming from deep in his throat, he rose on rubbery legs, accidentally sliding the hard smooth head of his tool across her belly.

Dana sucked in her breath sharply and involuntarily grabbed for the strange object that had touched her. The second she felt the massive, ridged pole, she jerked her hand back as though his rod were fiery hot.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy!" she wailed. "I didn't know! I thought you had your…oh, God!" Pressing her face against his chest, she began to cry.

"Hey, honey. Don't do that. There's nothing wrong. It was just one of those things. Don't cry now. Please."

The brief feel of her hand on his member had ignited him even further, and now, holding her soft warm body against his, the blazing demands of his loins were beyond control. Reaching for her hand, he curled her fingers around his thrumming piston and held them there, talking to her calmly and soothingly.

"See, darling? There's nothing to be afraid of. It's only another part of my body, like my hand or my arm. It can't hurt you. Feel it."

Dana was terrified, but didn't want to do anything that would disappoint or upset her father. Choking back sobs, she let him rub her hand up and down his thing, feeling the vast difference between the thick hairy shaft and the silken bulbous tip. It burned against her palm, yet in a way it was fascinating.

"There, honey," Ken crooned, stroking her long tresses as he kissed her cheek, throat and bare shoulder. "That's not so bad, is it? I felt you, now you can feel me."

The girl sniffed as she flattened her tits against him and held the thing in her grip. She knew boys were different than girls, but had never seen a real penis, and the size of it filled her with awe, especially the enormous knob on the end.

"It's…it's awfully hard, isn't it, Daddy? Is it always like that?"

"No, sweet. You know what it is, don't you?"

"I think so."

"And what it's used for?"

"No, not really. Nobody's ever told me. Should I know?"

Ken kissed her forehead and ear while sliding his hands down her back and over her taut buttocks. "No, hon. I guess you're too young yet. You will soon enough, though."

She was still pumping his organ lightly, gliding her tiny hand from the root to the crown, apparently over the initial shock of feeling and stroking a man's muscle. Ken was tempted to thrust his straining peter through her fist, but was afraid that the humping might frighten her.

Scalding jizz was rushing through his groin, heading for his dick, and he knew he was going to blow off soon.

"Sit down on the stool, kitten," he moaned, "and keep doing what you're doing! It makes me feel very good!" Placing his hands in her arm pits, he lowered her onto the toilet, then stood in front of her to watch her jack him off.

"Does it really feel good?" she asked wonderingly. "How come?"

He wound his fingers in her hair and fought to stop the quaking in his legs. "I'll explain some other time, darling! Just don't stop! Oh, baby! God! Kiss it, honey! Only the end! Kiss it, Dana!"

Pulling her head toward him, he wiped the swollen head of his joint across her pink lips, feeling her hot breath swirling around his jumping peter and aching nuts. He was committed now, and had to cum.

The river of boiling sperm couldn't be stopped. It was flowing through the tubes in his pelvis and had nearly reached the base of his poker.

"FASTER, honey! Faster! Oh damn, My lovely baby! Kiss it, Dana! Squeeze it harder! Oh, God! I'm close! I'M sssooo close!"

Backing up a step, he released the flood gates in his prick and allowed the jetting stream to pour forth and spray Dana's tits and chest. As the thick liquid hosed her, it dribbled down over her bare cones and dripped off her large nipples onto her thighs. Her mouth hung open until the last squirts had pelted her, then she looked up at Ken's face although she couldn't see him.

"Daddy! What happened! What was that stuff! I can't see!"

He was still shaking from his powerful ejaculation, and his breathing was strangled. When finally he was able to speak, he said, "Don't let it upset you, honey. It was supposed to happen that way."

"But what was it?" she insisted removing her hand from his cock and gingerly feeling the viscous wetness covering her front. "It's hot, and it feels real weird!"

"It's semen, Dana," he said ashamedly. "That's, well, what makes babies." Reaching for a wash cloth, he wet it with warm water and began wiping the girl off, a sense of revulsion and pure disgust washing through him.

"I don't get it," she said with a puzzled frown. "How can you make babies like that?"

"Let's not talk about it now, baby," he said, furious with himself.

"One of these days we'll have a talk, and I'll explain everything to you."

"I sure hope it's soon," she said as he helped her up and draped the nightie over her. "I don't understand anything about it."

Ken put his robe on, then led the girl back to her room and put her in bed, realizing fully how close he had come to insisting that she suck him off. It was crazy, but true! He actually wanted to have sex with both his daughters! With his mind in that sorry condition, he knew he would have to avoid them as much as possible while Lynn was gone, or at least make sure they were fully dressed whenever he was around them.

Things were getting out of hand, and it was damned serious!

"Are you going to stay and talk to me for a while?" she asked when she was settled.

He looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was eleven-thirty, giving him ample time to dress before the nurse got there. "Sure, kitten. What do you want to talk about?"

"For serious and real?"

"Of course." He pulled the chair over and sat down. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, are Aunt Lynn and the kids going to live with us from now on?"

"I don't know, Dana. I hadn't really thought about it. Why? Don't you like them?"

"Weeelll, yeah. But, you know what happened in the bathroom just now? I think I kinda liked it, even though I couldn't see what was going on.

If they stay here, we couldn't do that any more."

Ken leaned forward and hung his head. "Honey, we can't do it again no matter what happens. I made a mistake, but I won't do it again."

"What mistake? Jeez, Daddy, I wish you'd tell me."

"Fathers and daughters are something special. They don't do things like that. It's sort of hard to explain."

She paused, then said, "I think I understand. You think I'm still a little girl, don't you?"

"Let's face it, honey, you are. And I want you to stay that way as long as possible. Okay?"

Dana expelled a deep breath. "All right. If you won't talk about that, will you tell me about your trip?"

He had to get out of there, no matter how much he wanted to stay. The sight of her lying on the bed, practically inviting a fuck, was too much for him. He got up and covered her, then bent down for a kiss.

"Hon, I have to get dressed, now. Miss Sims will be here very soon.

After she's gone, we'll get you dressed and you can sit in the living room with me. Would you like that?"

"Sure. Just as long as we can be together."

"Right. I'll see you in a little while."

As he was going down the hall, he saw that Nancy's bedroom door was open, and looked in. The young girl was wearing only a pair of brief panties, and was bent over, pulling on a pair of shorts. Her fantastic tits flopped as she straightened up to give him a wide smile.

"I've had my shower, and I'm almost ready to go. Want me to do anything before I leave?"

"I don't think so. Have fun, but be back by supper time."

"I will. I'll just be across the street, anyway."

Ken noticed that she was staring at his robe where his penis would be, and after buttoning up her shorts, she made no effort to pick up and put on the halter that was lying atop the dresser. He let his eyes stray to her titties for a second, then waved good-bye and went on to his room.

He had hung up his robe and was laying out the things he was going to wear when the door opened and Nancy took a halting step in. She wordlessly gave his soft cock and hanging balls a frankly curious appraisal, then flashed him a grin.

"I'm going now. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Fine. Thank you." When she didn't move, he asked, "Was there something else, Nancy?"

"I guess not." She pointed to his wilted prick. "Is that your pee-pee, Uncle Ken?"

Not knowing how to answer that, he nodded dumbly.

Nancy squinched up her nose. "I don't think I'd want one of those.

Gotta go, now. 'Bye."

Ken was chuckling to himself as he began dressing. Maybe he was all wrong about the girls and what Lynn permitted around the house. If that was all the interest they had in male genitals, he had nothing to worry about. After combing his hair, he headed for the kitchen and a drink.

It was a little after twelve by the time he had his highball made, so he sat down in the front room to await the arrival of Miss Sims. Her sexy voice and Nancy's statement had piqued his interest, and he found himself getting anxious to see what this female looked like. He didn't have long to wait. At precisely twelve-twenty, the door bell rang.

When he answered it, the vision that greeted him took his breath away for a moment. Miss Sims was a petite brunette with large violet eyes set in a face that was absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform that clung tenaciously to a superb figure, along with the standard white stockings and shoes.

"I take it you're Mr. Sheridan," she said, smiling at his quite obvious dumfoundedness. "I'm Miss Sims. May I come in?"

"Absolutely!" He stepped aside and waved her into the living room.

"You're very prompt."

"Thank you. I'll go right in and see Dana."

"Of course. It's through the hall to your…"

"I know," she interrupted him. "I've been here several times. Please excuse me."

Now, that would be a piece of ass and a half, he thought as he watched her disappear into the hallway. Damn!

He resumed his seat and stared thoughtfully out of the front window while he sipped his drink. Miss Sims would be a perfect replacement for Lynn while she was gone, and would also take the pressure off him about the girls. Provided, that is, he could get into her pants.

A good excuse to keep her there for a while was to talk about Dana and her eye problem. With any luck at all, he could at least make a date with her and see what would happen. She seemed to be about thirty, and that was just the right age for a woman to know what it's all about.

He was pondering how to go about it and just what he would say when the nurse returned and he stood up. "How are the eyes coming along?"

She remained standing in the middle of the room, looking at him saucily. "They're just fine. The patches should be able to come off in three or four days. She did ask me a curious question, though, for a girl her age."

"Oh? What?"

"She wanted to know what semen was."