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CHAPTER TWO MY DADDY, MY SISTER… AND ME

You can damned well believe what you like which is exactly what you are going to do anyhow — but the idea of fucking my own father — or should I say being fucked by him? — was a thought that had never occurred to me. Not until after it had happened. And by then it made no difference. Not really. Once done, it was done, and despite our words of remorse, I think both of us knew it was likely to happen again… and again. As I said, it really made no difference. Not after it had happened that first time. It is all too true that a girl can never be unfucked, and that a second trip to the well is much easier than the first. The second trip to the well of sex is also much more enjoyable.

But that first trip is one that will be in my memory for as long as I live, etched there in exquisite detail. Maybe it was clumsy and accidental, and maybe it should never have happened at all. But it was that first time that led to all the others, all the nights in Daddy's arms — so, how could I possibly forget?

I was sixteen at the time. A wise sixteen, I guess. A girl grows up quick when she has to, and the head on crash that had killed my mother a week after my fifteenth birthday had left me little choice in the matter. Someone had to take care of the house, of Terri, my little sister, who was a scrawny kid at the time, and of Daddy. Most of all, someone had to care for Daddy.

Have you ever seen a strong man go to pieces? Disintegrate right before your eyes? If you have, then you'll have some idea of what happened to my father. He had loved her terribly, I suppose, and he just couldn't seem to accept the fact she was gone. He'd spend hours when he seemed unaware of what was happening around him. He began drinking heavily, something he had never done, and he let his appearance simply go to hell.

He never left the house. He would go for days without shaving; and the small real estate company he owned was fast coming apart at the seams. He refused to worry about it. There were days when he wouldn't even accept calls from his salesmen or his office manager.

So it was left up to me to hold the family together. As I said, a girl grows up quick when she has no choice. Daddy just nodded dully when I told him I was dropping out of school. He seldom said anything in those days.

The relationship between the three of us changed completely after that. Maybe it was because I was doing all the work of running the household — the shopping, the cooking, all of it — but Terri seemed to lose all the smart-alecky ways of a little sister. She did what she was told, without argument. She spoke to me in a new tone of voice. She began to treat me like… well, like I was her mother.

Daddy changed, too. As he gradually came out of the stupor that had claimed him after the death of my mother, I saw that he was no longer treating me as a child; he was treating me as a woman, as his equal in every way. It was a long time before I realized I had somehow taken the place of my mother in his mind. He treated me in a whole different way.

It was shortly after he had returned to work at his office that I began to realize just how fully I had taken her place. I was standing at the sink in the kitchen, finishing his evening meal, when he came home. He slipped his arm around my waist, pecked me on the cheek, then said, "Lord, Dolly, that smells good."

He patted me twice on the rump, then walked away.

God! How many times had I witnessed that scene between him and my mother? A million times? Two million?

"Dolly" had been his pet name for my mother. He used it only when he was in a good humor, and it startled me to hear him call me that; then, too, he had touched me on the ass with his hand. I could feel that touch for a long time afterward. It was then, I suppose, that I first began to think of him as a total man, as one who needed a woman to share his bed. Maybe not a woman he could love, but one who would at least be able to give him the pussy a man, any man, needs. I began to wonder if he was getting any. I hoped he was. A man needs that.

I had no idea, then, that I would be the woman to give him the cunt he needed.

Or that he would be the man who would give me the only thing I really missed since leaving school: the thrill of hot necking, the tingling sensation I had always felt when I had allowed some eager boy to paw my tits, my cunt, the even greater pleasure of occasionally going all the way for the unsurpassed joy of a good fuck.

There were times I missed that so much I couldn't stand it; times when I would start thinking about the boys who never came around any more and I would get so horny my legs would actually start to tremble. I'd think about the few who had actually got it in my cunt, and I'd wonder which of the girls they were balling now. I'd sometimes try to picture them fucking the different girls I knew. That only made it worse.

Thinking about it at night was worst of all. In the darkness of my room, with no sounds to disturb my thoughts, the vision would become so real that I would actually feel the touch of fingers on my nipples, causing them to swell, and I would feel hot breath in my ears, on my neck. And I would solve that problem the only way I knew.

Always with a feeling of shame, and a promise that this time would be the last, absolutely the last I would throw aside the blankets, spread my thighs, and go to work on my own cunt. My mind would fill with fantasy. The fingers that tugged at my nipples were not my own; they were the fingers of a male, any male. And the pressure against the mound of my cunt was the pressure of a hard groin, steadily driving cock deep inside me. I would hold onto these fantasies until, at last, moaning, writhing with the desperate need for a good fuck, I would come. Then I would hate myself for breaking my promise.

It was on a bad night such as that — a night that followed a day when my thoughts had continually returned to visions of myself spread beneath some eager young stud, his prick driving away my needs — that I was first fucked by my father. Nights were better after that.

I was in my bedroom undressing in front of the mirror when I first heard Daddy call out in his sleep. His bedroom was next to mine, and I listened for his voice again. Nothing, so I looked back into the mirror.

"You do without tonight, you old whore," I said, half-joking with my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing only my panties and my bra, and my reflection smiled back in a way that said she was going to get hers, whether I liked it or not. I suddenly realized that, without thinking about it, I had slipped my hands beneath my tits, squeezing them through the cups of my bra. "Damn you!" I said to my reflection. It was a ritual I often followed; my reflection always won.

They were nice tits, though, I told myself as I fingered them through the bra. Heavy and full, like my mother's had been. My hips go with them. But there the resemblance ends. My hair is darker than her blonde hair had been, and as I stood before the mirror, I could see that the dark patch around my cunt showed clearly through my panties; a few stray tendrils curled from beneath the elastic at my thighs. I slipped one hand beneath the waistband, moving toward my pussy.

"You win again, you bitch," I said, my voice trembling as my fingers touched the crisp hair of my cunt. In a moment, I would turn out the lights, then finger-fuck myself until I was able to sleep.

Then I heard Daddy's voice again. It was louder this time, almost a cry, and it was full of pain. Thinking he was sick or hurt, I ran to his room. Not until I was beside his bed did I realize that he was repeating the word "Dolly" over and over again.

In the light that streamed through the open door, I could see he was crying in his sleep. The tears streamed down his face. He wore only his shorts; his bare chest heaved with his crying. At the center of his shorts, I could see… I remember scolding myself for daring to think about that. "I need you, Dolly!" he cried suddenly, and I knelt quickly beside him.

"I'm here, Daddy. I'm here," I whispered, touching my fingers gently to his forehead. His face was hot. His arm suddenly whipped around my shoulder, pulling me to him, and I knew he was dreaming he was holding my mother. My tits were pressed tight against his chest, his hand was moving on my bare back. "It's all right, Daddy," I said in that same low whisper, and then his eyes suddenly blinked open.

"For just a moment there… I thought," he said, stumbling over the words. He didn't finish the sentence. His arm left my shoulder, his hand brushing across my ass, accidentally, I suppose, as it dropped away from me, and then he began to weep, openly, unashamedly. I moved onto the bed, sitting close to his naked leg, and I held his face against my breasts. I could feel his tears on the bare flesh above my bra.

"I know what you thought, Daddy," I told him. I stroked the back of his head with my fingers. "You thought it was Mommy. Oh God, Daddy, I wish there was something I could do." I was crying inside too.

He lifted his face from my breasts. "You're done more than any girl could do, Brenda," he said. "I should be grateful. It's just that the nights get so…" His voice trailed away.

"So lonesome?" I said, finishing his sentence for him. I recall thinking that I was lonesome too but in a different sort of way. I hugged him tightly, then said, "What you need is a good cry, and a good shoulder to have it on. And I'm going to see you have both. I'm going to spend the night right here." Before he could say anything to that, I stood and walked to the door. It was then, as I stood there in the light from the hallway, dressed only in my bra and panties, ready to push the door closed, that he spoke the words which, I think, changed everything.

"You shouldn't be sleeping with me, you know?" he said in a voice that was suddenly changed. "You're a woman now, all woman. You…"

I closed the door. "Don't be silly. I'm your daughter, aren't I?" I said, crossing the room and slipping into bed beside him. But his words had made me all too aware of the fact that I was a woman; they had reminded me of my near-nakedness, of the horniness I thought I had left in my own room. They had driven home the fact that he was a very desirable man, though he was my own father.

I was suddenly aware of the coarse hair of his legs against the smooth flesh of my own, aware of the hard muscles of his body so close to me, and I remembered, suddenly and vividly, the way I had noticed the swell of his prick against his shorts as I had entered the room. I tried to stop myself, I swear I did, but I felt my cunt getting hot, the blood rushing to the tips of my tits. He must have known all this.

"I think you'd better kiss me goodnight, then go to your own room," he said, his voice thick. I nodded my head in the darkness, then moved to do as he said. Our lips touched lightly.

And, all of a sudden, the two of us found there was no turning back.

Looking back, I honestly don't know when the kiss changed. Or who changed it, if you're looking for someone to blame. One moment, I was half out of bed, touching my lips to his in a daughterly kiss fully intending to leave, and the next moment was something entirely different.

"My mouth was open and so was his, our tongues touching wildly, and I had dropped my full weight down on him?" As he felt my bra-covered tits against his chest, his arm went around my back, squeezing the breath from me. I felt his dick go hard beneath my belly.

Slipping my hands beneath his head and holding him so our mouths were locked together, I slithered downward on the bed. I stopped with my legs spread wide, straddling him so that his rigid prick was beneath my crotch. Only a little cloth separated us. I ground my cunt against him, pressing down with all my strength.

He reacted as a man can be expected to react. As my fingers roved crazily over his chest and face, and my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I felt his fingers slip beneath my panties, at the back, and then his hands were squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I spread my knees wide, and the fingers of one hand followed the crack of my ass downward until they discovered the tuft of hair at the back of my cunt. I raised my ass until the fingers were touching the trembling lips of my cunt. He slipped a finger inside it. I nearly came.

With one quick movement of both my hands, I grasped the bottom of my bra and yanked it upward. I let myself enjoy the way his hairy chest teased my rigid nipples for just a moment, then, ending the kiss and cupping my hand beneath my right tit, I thrust my knocker toward his mouth. It had been too long since my nipple had been inside a warm, sucking mouth.

"Suck my tits till I can't stand any more!" I pleaded shrilly, then bit my lip as he sucked my erected nipple between his lips. He drew it deep into his mouth. I felt him nip it with his teeth. My free hand slipped between our bodies, inside his shorts, found the hard shaft of his cock. I squeezed and stroked it at the same time, and his mouth moved from nipple to sweetly aching nipple, sucking my titties deeper into his mouth with each change.

"Bite them for me," I moaned from deep in my throat. "Not hard. But bite them! Oh, Daddy… Bite them! Bite them! Bite them! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" the words poured out of me — and it was then he seemed to realize, for the first time, what we were doing.

Time stood still.

"We can't… you know we can't do this, Brenda," he said finally, a stricken look on his face. His hands were still on my ass, one finger in my cunt. I said nothing.

"I can't fuck… can't make love to my own daughter," he said in anguish, but still his hands remained on my ass. I held tight to the hot shaft of his prick, saying nothing. When the words came, they came without me having to give it a second though.

"Why can't you fuck me?" I asked. "I've been fucked before, and not by anybody I've loved. I love you. You love me. You need me. So why can't we fuck?" And as I glued my mouth to his once more, sucking as I sought his tongue, I pulled his cock completely free of his shorts. I felt him tugging my panties down over my hips.

The talking was done, it was time to fuck.

We clawed one another out of what little clothing we wore, and our hands were exploring as we did it. He seemed awed by my eagerness, thinking, I guess, like all fathers think, that his daughter knew nothing about fucking. And I was awed, too — by the size of his prick.

For one brief instant, as he lay naked and ready, I found myself comparing his cock to the puny tools of the boys I had known. That was the difference. They were boys; he was a man. His cock was at least four inches longer than any I had ever seen, much thicker, and his balls were heavy between his legs. I mounted him quickly; fucking with my guy beneath me has always been one of my favorite ways.

As I straddled him and reached down with one hand to grab his cock and guide it toward the eager lips of my cunt, he reached up to fill his hands with my tits. His hands felt rough against my nipples, rough in a way that I loved.

I had one knee on each side of his body, my cunt poised above him. Slowly I lowered myself onto the head of his prick. My insides screamed as the lips of my pussy were spread by the head of it. I gave myself more. But not too much. I paused, savoring the delicious feel of having my cunt spread farther than it had ever been before. His hands tightened on the globes of my tits, his hips lurched upward, and his cock was deep inside me. I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward, and he stroked the tits that dangled beneath me.

I could feel the warmth of his cock against the walls of my pussy, could feel it pressing against the hood of my clit, and I closed my eyes and began raising and lowering myself so that my movements matched exactly the speed with which he was stroking my tits. He moaned something I couldn't understand, then lifted his hips until his cock was totally sheathed by my cunt. I tasted blood on my lips.

There was a dull roaring in my ears; an electric tingling grew somewhere inside my cunt, sparked by his upward thrusting prick, and it spread through my body like fire. His hands worked my tits, kneading them like dough. My hips pumped faster and faster; so did his. I could feel my cunt convulsing around his rod.

Throwing myself forward and locking my mouth to his, my tongue forcing its way between his lips, I pinned his head back against the pillow and frantically began to pump my hips up and down. His hands found the cheeks of my ass. While they guided the up and down movement of my cunt, and his hips pumped beneath me with a matching speed, bringing me closer and closer to the moment of coming, his mouth sucked steadily at the tongue I offered. Fireworks flashed before my eyes.

I began to come in a series of delectable little explosions inside my pussy that seemed to last an eternity, ending only when I had felt and taken into my cunt the great hot gush of come that finally erupted from him. Finally, reluctantly, I rolled away and lay beside him, sweating, my breasts touching his side, my hand on his cock.

"It was the best I've ever had — absolutely the best," I said, and he said nothing. I kissed his neck. "Was I good for you?" I asked. He looked at me for a long time, then said, "You'd better go to your room, Brenda."

We spent a couple of weeks feeling guilty. He avoided me, seldom spoke. I was bothered for a while by what we had done, but not for long. The longer I thought about it, the… well, the more right it seemed.

The second time around was no accident, not by any means. I thought about it. I planned it. And, when it happened, I loved it.

And so did he.

I went to him that night dressed in the sexiest thing I owned, a sheer black nightie that ended less than three inches below my cunt and was so transparent that it might as well have been a cloud of smoke. I was naked beneath it. My nipples, hard and swollen in anticipation, were clearly visible. So was the triangular patch of hair around my cunt. I could feel and hear the tiny crackle of static electricity set up by the nylon moving against my naked body as I walked from my room to his. A light shone from beneath his door.

He sat up on the bed and dropped the book he had been reading when I came into the room. I deliberately rolled my hips as I walked toward him. His eyes were locked on the juncture of my thighs. His lips were trembling. Heat seemed to reach out from his eyes, through my nightie, and into my cunt that was already screaming with need for him. His arms went around my waist.

"Oh, God, Dolly, I need you. I hate myself for it, but I need you," he whimpered, pulling me close to the bed and pressing his face against my belly. As he began kissing me through the thin material, I felt his hands move to the backs of my legs and begin working their way up my thighs. They went beneath my gown. I felt my knees turn to jelly as his big hands found the cheeks of my ass. He rolled off the bed, into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.

"Put one foot up on the bed," he said, using one hand to guide me and kissing the inside of my thigh when I followed his instructions. I had already realized he was going to eat my cunt. I put my hands on his shoulders to give myself balance. He said, "Dolly… Dolly Dimples… with dimples beside her cunt," and then he kissed me once on each thigh, so delightfully close to the lips of my pussy that. I felt sure I would faint. Then he kissed the pussy itself.

One boy had gone down on my cunt, in the back seat of a car, but it had been a clumsy attempt and was nothing compared to that first gentle touch of my father's lips to my cunt. Gentle is the best way to describe it, yet it sent violent waves of desire through my body. He kissed me again. Then again. In my cunt. My feverish, feverish cunt.

The way I was standing, with my legs spread wide and one foot on the bed, my knee lifted and bent was awkward but it was also the perfect position for what he was doing. My upraised leg had caused the nightie to slither above my pussy, with some help from his hands, and my gash was spread so wide that his kisses touched spots that might otherwise have been hidden. My hips swung easily forward to meet his caresses. My nails dug into his bare shoulders. His breath burnt the naked flesh of my inner thighs. I closed my eyes.

As my cunt was suddenly set ablaze by a prick-like darting of his tongue, a darting that touched my outer cunt-lips roughly but gently then moved across my clitoris, I cried out in passion and wiggled my pelvis against his face. His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of my ass. His mouth made a sucking noise, and I felt my clit being drawn between his lips. He sucked steadily on the pulsing little button, spat it out, gave it another prolonged sucking. My hands had found his ears. I held him tight against my cunt. My hips churned. And still his lips and tongue tortured my clitoris. Sucking and licking. Drawing my soul out through the slit of my pussy. I felt I couldn't hold out for long.

I came into his mouth with a scream of release. And came again, and kept coming until I could actually feel the wet juices streaming down my thighs in warm rivulets. I fell backward, onto the bed, my legs spread wide, my tits heaving beneath my gown, my voice pleading for his cock.

He slipped quickly out of his shorts — the only thing he'd had on when I arrived and came at me like a madman. My legs were hanging over the side of the bed and, as I raised my ass to accept him, he threw my gown up over my tits, slipped one hand under my buttocks, and hooked his other arm under my upper thigh. He forced my knee upward until it was touching the naked sphere of my tit. I threw my arms around his neck as I felt the first plunge of his cock.

As his prick slid easily into my cunt that was already moistened by his licking and by the juice of my coming, he kissed me hard on the mouth. His face was sticky. I tasted a tang on his lips and tongue, and I remember thinking that it was the taste of my own cunt, the stickiness of my own come. Somehow, that thought was exciting.

Because of the way he had my leg bent, my ass lifted, and because of his weight upon me, I was barely able to shift my pelvis and match the stroking of his cock. And fast stroking it was. He drove his prick at me furiously, banging me so hard and so fast that I could occasionally feel the slap of his balls against the underside of my ass. The friction on my clitoris grew stronger, better. I sucked hard at his tongue, and soon I was coming again endlessly, it seemed.

With a heavy moan and a terrific, straining thrust of his cock, he spewed hotly inside my cunt. Then another gush, weaker. A spurt I could barely feel. He fell sweating across me, his softening cock against my leg. I spent the night in his arms.

He told me later that "Dolly Dimples" had been a code word between him and my mother, the joking way he would let her know he was going to go down on her, and that he began calling her that because of the dimples she'd had on her inner thighs — where he had kissed me. When he told me that, I knew that the two of us had started what was going to be a permanent affair.

We were discreet about it, of course. Although I spent most nights in his room, I was always in my own bed when morning came. That was because of Terri — and only because of her. With that single exception, I totally assumed the place of my mother. I was a wife to my father in everything but name.

But kids have big eyes. I don't know exactly when Terri caught on to the fact that we were screwing one another, but it was probably about the time she reached thirteen. She was almost a woman at that age.

Her breasts were swelling into rounded little peaks, her hips were beginning to flare outward, and already the boys were after her like dogs in heat, and I was pretty sure she was turning more than one of them on to a little of her cunt. Finally, when she began staying out later and later at night, I decided to have a talk with her. I asked her where she went at night.

"Out fucking," she said in a defiant tone that was almost comical coming from a girl so young. Then she added the words that stunned me completely. "Just because you get your cock at home doesn't mean we all can!"

She was headed for a fall, and I knew it. Easy pussy is always headed in that direction. That started me thinking.

I thought about the good years I'd had with Daddy; all the nights of fucking and sucking until we were exhausted. The things he'd taught me; the way he'd put me back on the pill so I wouldn't get pregnant. And had begun thinking about my future. There was a job I had been offered in New York through a friend of Daddy's, and it was far better than I could hope to do in our hick town. I'd turned it down because of Dad; I didn't want him to be alone.

And I thought about Terri getting pregnant by some tomcat of a boy, maybe in some gang shag, where she would never even know which one did it. And I thought of how she would have it with Daddy. I pictured them together, arousing myself, I admit, and I made my decision.

Terri, my little sister, could take my place in the bed of my father.

"I would take her there myself."

It may very well be that Brenda's incestuous interlude with her father can be more easily understood by the reader if we first analyze the things she omitted from her narrative, rather than concentrating our attention on what she said. People often avoid what they wish to conceal.

Her mother is dismissed, in Brenda's recollections of her incestuous affair, so lightly that one cannot help but conclude that the relationship between the two was less than close. There is no mention of love for her mother. There is no expression or grief. At no time is her mother even physically described, except in comparison to Brenda herself.

At no time does Brenda dwell on the events which occurred prior to the death of her mother. It is as though life began for her at the moment of her mother's demise. The tone of her narrative clearly indicates she was eager to assume the parental role within the family structure, cooking, cleaning, shopping, caring for her younger sister… and providing a sexual outlet for her father.

While this last desire may have been totally contained in Brenda's subconscious until the moment of first release, it is interesting to note that, at no time, did she fight the temptation to commit incest. Although she describes the first sexual contact with her father as "accidental", there probably existed, prior to this time, a desire to receive what her subconscious saw as payment for the other burdens that had been thrust upon her. Sexual intercourse is, after all, too often treated as a reward within our society.

Her eagerness to fully assume the role of "wife" to her father is a clear indication that there existed within her mind a need to compete with her mother, and that this need probably existed long before the events which provided her the opportunity to assume the role she subconsciously longed for.

While she attempts to describe her father as a "strong man, who went to pieces" due to circumstances beyond his control, her narrative clearly shows that he was anything but strong. It seems very likely that she is describing the man she wanted him to be.

While the subject of this case history makes only the briefest reference possible to any feelings of guilt, it is interesting to note that she dwells at some length on the feelings of guilt and self-loathing caused by her masturbation. This is especially true when one considers the fact that the taboo against masturbation is now almost non-existent; it is widely known, conceded and accepted that masturbation is a common sexual outlet. The fact that she did feel guilt because of her masturbation shows that Brenda had been raised to respect certain moral codes, however incorrect and out-dated they may have been, despite the fact that she was obviously somewhat sexually experienced before she entered into the sexual relationship with her father.

The strength of Brenda's incestuous desire was expressed by the aggressiveness shown by her during the first "accidental" sexual interlude with her father. Her assumption of the dominant "female on top" position for the actual sex act was probably prompted by this strong and previously unexpressed desire. It was certainly encouraged by the weakness shown by her father.

Here we have seen a classic example of the destruction of the family structure which Freud felt was the foundation of the barrier against incest. Children traditionally look to the father for strength, for the provision of food and comfort, and for protection. And, without knowing it, children look to the father for affection that is very much akin to sexual love. Freud was aware of this last when he wrote:

"Children themselves behave from an early age as though their dependence on the people looking after them were in the nature of sexual love. Anxiety in children is nothing more than an expression of the fact that they are feeling the loss of the person they love."

When Brenda's father succumbed totally to his grief, thus losing the image of the strong father who provides and protects, he opened the way for her to express these hidden feelings of sexual love.

The actions of Brenda's father, following the death of his wife, seem to bear out the following theory from the writings of Freud:

"… an adult who has become neurotic owing to his libido being unsatisfied behaves in his anxiety like a child; he begins to be frightened when he is alone, that is to say when he is taken away from someone of whose love he had felt secure, and he begins to assuage this fear by the most childish measures, casting about for another object of love… often a sexual object."

Long-running incestuous relationships such as the one between Brenda and her father are probably a rarity. Due to the closeness of most families within the structure of our society the opportunity for such a relationship is seldom present. The presence of other family members prevents such an arrangement, or, at least, discourages it.

Such an arrangement would quickly be discovered within a total family unit; and it is probably for this reason that most incestuous relationships — be they between daughter and father, brother and sister or between mother and son — are usually one time occurrences, or, at the most, brief affairs. That is to say, they are more likely to be quite like the "accidental" sexual contact which Brenda described, though hers was only a beginning.

These brief sexual involvements between members of the same family occur when both opportunity and arousal rear their heads in unison — as mentioned previously — and, for various reasons, including moral restrictions and the always present chance of discovery, seldom lead to prolonged affairs. Brenda's case was totally different.

With no mother present to represent the chance of discovery, and having severed other social contacts, she was free to develop her own moral code, to continue the affair with her father as a small part of the barrier against incest — a reminder that she was, after all, her father's daughter, not his wife. Brenda's incestuous relationship with her father may well have been a major reason for the sexual promiscuity of Terri, the younger sister.

"Kids have big eyes," as Brenda put it, and the knowledge that her father was regularly having intercourse with his own daughter, Terri's older sister, is certain to have contributed heavily to the destruction of any moral code the young girl may have been taught or developed on her own… Any taboo against casual intercourse, for instance, would surely seem ridiculous to a child who knows that those who seek to impose it are acting in violation of the strongest taboo of all — the taboo against incest.

"Do as I say, not as I do," is seldom a good philosophy by which to rear a child. And so the stage was set for Terri's entry into the world of incest. She was aware that Brenda and her father were regularly engaged in coitus: she was already past the age of first sexual experience, and Brenda had decided to introduce her to the bed of her father.

There are few statistics available regarding the frequency of what is probably best described as "multiple incest". That term is used in reference to a situation where incest, once begun, is repeated within the family. It does seem safe to assume, however, that the barrier against incest, once it has fallen, will never again be erected, and that a father who has passed the barrier with one daughter will find the barrier no longer exists when he is provided the opportunity to repeat the act with another.

In any case, Brenda had reached her decision.

"Christ, you're raunchy tonight," Daddy said as I knelt beside him on the bed, teasing his cock and balls with my fingers, getting ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck him off. He knew that I had to be really horny before I would blow him without being asked, or at least encouraged, and I was going after his cock like a dog goes after a bone. And his cock — hot and rigid inside the moving circle of my fingers — was a pretty good bone to be going after. As I bent low and fitted my lips around the smooth head of it, I heard him say, in a teasing voice, "What's gotten into you to make you so eager tonight?"

"That's the problem," I said, turning my head so that the smooth tip of his prick was resting against my cheek and I was smiling into his face. "Nothing's gotten into me yet… And it never will unless you stop talking and let me get down to the business of sucking this dick."

"Suck away, Dolly," he said as I stuck out my tongue then, turning my head, slowly licked a circle around the purplish head of his tool. I heard him exhale loudly, and he shifted his hips on the rumpled sheets.

Holding his cock in the grasp of my right hand and slowly and steadily and methodically licking the upper inches of it, I pressed the index finger of my left hand deep into the yielding, wrinkled and hair-covered flesh that covered his nuts. I heard him moan. But it was a moan of pleasure, I knew I had long ago learned that he liked a tiny bit of pain with his sex, especially when his cock was being sucked. I liked to give him that pain — especially when I was horny.

And I was certainly horny tonight!

My case of the hot pants had started earlier in the evening, when I'd finally, bluntly and openly, suggested to Terri that she could try fucking Daddy herself, if she was really so jealous about the whole thing. Her reactions surprised me, and left me so hot between the legs I'd been able to think of nothing else for the rest of the day.

"Would you… would the two of you really let me go to bed with you?" she'd asked almost shyly… and although that may not have been exactly what she'd meant, the rest of my day had been filled with visions of the three of us in a tangle of naked flesh.

"Rub your nipples against the head of it, the way that almost makes me unload," Daddy pleaded. His hands slipped between my naked thighs, one stroking me there the other rubbing my cunt, as I raised my mouth from the head of his cock. It glistened wetly.

I crouched over him with my tits hanging beneath me. I used my hand to guide his cock so that it brushed my stiffened nipples, first one, then the other. His fingers slipped inside my cunt, and I felt the same excitement I always feel when I know that the cock being teased by the touch of my nipples will soon be inside my cunt… stroking me, pumping at me, flooding me with come. I thought of Terri and wondered if the simple touch of her young tits against his cock would bring him this close to coming. Probably. Her tits were becoming quite beautiful.

"How about between the tits, Dolly?" he asked in a coarse whisper. His eyes were closed, and I smiled as I realized that was one way he wouldn't be able to put it to Terri. Not for a while. Not until her tits got a little bigger. I placed a long, loving kiss on the head of his cock, then rolled onto my back.

As he mounted me and lay his cock in the deep cleft between my tits, the head of it pointing straight at my face, his knees on the bed close to my armpits, I rested my arms across his hard thighs and used my hands to press the soft flesh of my tits inward against his prick. He braced his hands above my head and smiled down at me. His cock moved in the valley of flesh that surrounded it. Slowly at first, and not a very long stroke, then faster. The hair of his balls tickled my skin pleasingly. A long stroke brought the head of his cock close to my mouth.

Raising my head from the pillow and straining upward, I captured the head of his cock in the soft oval of my lips. He shoved it deeper, withdrew the slightest bit, then thrust it at me once more. All I was able to reach was the head and perhaps another inch, but it was enough; as he strained to supply me with more of his cock, my hands were working at my tits in a way that caused the valley of flesh around the staff of his cock to open and close; it was tight against his cock on one stroke, on the next he was left free to ram it toward my waiting and eager mouth.

As he began driving his prick faster and faster between the artificial cunt formed by the combination of my tits and mouth, I found my legs flexing in a mirror-like reflection of the motion my hands were performing on my breasts. They scissored open, closed, and opened again, each movement added to the heat of my cunt. I released one tit.

Reaching somehow around his body I flattened my spread fingers on the hard little mound above my cunt and, as Daddy moaned and drove his prick in and out of my mouth with strokes that were increasingly faster and more urgent, I applied exquisite pressure to my pussy. My ass lifted and moved in tiny circles.

My fingers parted the lips of my cunt, found the hard little clitoris, and went to work on it. My pelvis settled into the motions of fucking, and my back arched upward from the bed as I brought myself to a tremendous climax. Daddy must have sensed my excitement…

He pushed himself forward almost violently, his body shifting so much that I could feel his hairy balls dangling down between my tits, his inner thighs touching the outside curves of them. The suddenness of it caused his cock to slip from my mouth, and the first spurt of his come erupted against the side of my face, warm against my cheek, sticky droplets of it spraying into my hair, my eyebrow, onto my forehead…

He reached down quickly and inserted his prick into my open mouth, spraying great, hot globules of come across my face as he did so. As I sucked hard on his limbering prick, feeling my cheeks hollow from the suction, I could feel the warm overflow of come that trickled out of my mouth, across my lower lip, and onto my chin where it joined his previous ejaculation. He stayed above me until I had sucked his cock back to softness.

Later that night, after he had fucked away the horniness that had plagued me all day, I began dropping the hints about Terri. When I told him I was sure she was being screwed by somebody, a look of astonishment crossed his handsome face.

"She's just a kid," he said. I smiled, lewdly, I suppose, then said, "Have you looked at her lately? That kid is one hot little number."

His expression told me that he had, indeed, been looking at her; and a few days later, days that were filled with increasingly broad hints about Terri, hints that brought no objection from him, I knew he was ready.

We went to him on a Friday night.

Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently on the slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course through her slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double bed, wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were once again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. She wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay.

She wanted to stay… and be fucked, just as we had planned.

Daddy looked surprised, but both of us — me and him — knew that he was pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but he had made no objection.

And now she was here.

He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us.

"She knows about us. She's known for a long time," I said as I crossed the room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister.

She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her tits. She wore no bra — as her titties were only now approaching the stage when she would need one — and the little nipples were seen as darker circles at the dome of each breast.

At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of darkness — perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around her cunt, perhaps it was not — and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until I motioned for her to join us on the bed.

My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my cunt.

"Baby, you don't have to do this," I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my lip pressed against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there.

"I want to do it, Daddy," she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice breaking. She seemed ready to cry. "I love you. I love you just like Brenda does… and I…" Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms.

I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper, then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and locked her lips to his.

Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs.

Her gown had worked its way up above her rump — or maybe he had tugged it there — and now his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her delightful little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan of her legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched his fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink flesh of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the caresses of his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view.

A moan escaped his lips as her small hand shot between their bodies, finding his prick, and then he rolled her over. Her panties were stretched tight between her thighs. Her pussy was a pink slit framed by a pale golden fuzz. Her eyes were very big in her childish face. Violently he jerked her panties off, then threw them on the floor.

As he moved to a kneeling position between the legs she had spread wide in readiness — his big cock now standing erect through the opening of his shorts — I felt my breath catch in my throat. My knees shook when Terri reached up to grasp his prick. She whispered something I couldn't hear through the buzzing that filled my brain, and then she began to tug at his shorts. He was out of them in an instant.

As he flung himself on top of her, his mouth locking on hers, one hand squeezing at her tit while the other slipped beneath the cheeks of her ass, she once again grasped his prick and struggled to guide it home. I began to undress.

I felt a searing flame rush upward from my cunt as he gave a powerful thrust downward, plunging his cock deep into her eager little pussy, and the soft moan that escaped her lips was not a childish cry — it was the sound of a woman being fucked. She was no cherry, not by along shot, and her purring alone was proof enough of how much she loved a good fucking.

By the time I had stripped myself bare, Daddy had settled into a steady stroke that carried his cock deep into her upraised cunt, then he withdrew it until only the head remained between the changing lips. Her heels were dug into the bed, her body arched into a bow, and I could clearly see the union of their bodies. Ready to come, just from the excitement of watching, I joined them on the bed. I knelt beside them, purposely letting my tits hang down so that the nipples brushed against the moving back of my father, and I began to stroke him with one hand. Across his hard and hairy ass. Lightly, down into the crack of his ass. Between his legs. Feeling the firmness of his balls, holding them and feeling them move as he fucked. Without moving from between Terri's legs, he raised himself and threw his arm around me, pulling me to him. We kissed.

Terri's leg, raised and bent at the knee, was between us, and it felt silken and soft as it moved against my belly and my cunt. I could hear her breathing heavily as she writhed against the cock that was piercing her, and I found myself reaching down to stroke her tit.

The perfect little tit felt delightfully rigid through the thin nylon, and the hardened nipple seemed to burn my stroking palm. I had meant to hold off — to let Terri have a good fucking before I got my own — but that was forgotten now. I needed some. And I went after it.

Terri was going to have to share that cock.

"Let her sit on your cock, Daddy," I said, pulling away from the two of them. He smiled, knowing what I was going to suggest, and slipped his cock free. I stroked his hard shaft, wet with the juices of their fucking, released it as he rolled onto his back, and said, "If I have to wait for my cock, I'll need some tongue to keep me going." And I quickly moved to straddle his face.

Even as my knees were sinking into the mattress and I was lowering my ass and cunt down over his face, I felt him reach up eagerly to grasp my thighs, pulling me down. I closed my eyes as I felt the first licking of his warm, wet tongue, a licking that began at the front of my cunt and ended when it had reached far back into the crack of my ass. When I opened my eyes — an eternity later it seemed — Terri was facing me, kneeling, one leg on each side of his body, getting ready to lower herself onto the rigid prick she grasped in her trembling fingers. The gown had been cast aside. She was totally naked.

As she let herself slowly down onto that beautiful cock, I could actually see the pink little lips of her pussy spread wide to accept it. Her face looked dazed. Her eyes were glassy, her lips slack. As Daddy's tongue licked deep into my cunt, I found myself reaching out to stroke the base of his cock, the hard flatness of his belly. His tongue licked faster.

I could feel it moving hungrily back and forth between the lips of my pussy, stretching out to stroke at my clitoris, probing deep into my vagina. My hips pumped back and forth as if I were fucking, and he kept his head high between my thighs, licking and sucking whatever he could reach. A red haze seemed to fill the air between me and Terri.

She was moving herself in tight little circles above his pumping hips, and I could see her little cunt opening and closing like a flower as his cock slid in and out of her. I leaned forward, far forward, bracing one hand on each side of Daddy, and very gently placed my lips on Terri's delectable tit. It tasted sweet, clean. She put one hand on each side of my face, holding me there, and the bed groaned loudly as she began frantically pumping her hips above the cock that was in her.

I sucked her rigid little nipple between my lips; nipped it once with my teeth, and then lifted a hand to her shoulder and pushed her backward. I knew she was ready to come; I knew Daddy was ready to come, and I wanted in on the action.

It was exactly like doing the sixty-nine, except that the cock I leaned forward to lick was partially covered by an almost hairless little pussy that weaved and bobbed before my eyes. With Terri leaning far back and bracing herself on her hands, I was able to touch my lips and tongue to the base of his prick, the crisp hair of his pubis, and my new position let him do a better job on my cunt. Better and better. Faster and deeper. Faster. Licking the right spots… Faster…! I began to come.

The wet heat inside my cunt built like a volcano. Suddenly, it erupted. I pressed my quivering cunt down tight against his face, moving it, and I trembled as he greedily sucked the juice that flowed from inside me. And then the two of them followed suit.

"I can't… I can't… I can't!" Terri cried incoherently, thrusting her cunt down to meet the powerful throb of his hips, leaving no room for me. They strained against one another, groin to groin, trembling as they came. Terri slumped backward. As if in slow motion, I watched his prick slide free from the quivering lips of her pussy, saw his prick release one last silvery spurt of semen, and watched her collapse onto her back, their legs tangled together, his hairy balls were almost touching her little cunt.

His prick was wet and shining with the juices of their fuck, and a few pearls of come had beaded in the black curls of hair above his cock. I licked them up, tasting the familiar saltiness of his come, and I put my hand around his cock. It was fast going soft.

"I can't go again, Brenda," he said from between my thighs, and I felt his hands drop away from my body, felt his hair brush against my naked legs as he lowered his face from my cunt. "I couldn't fuck again if my life depended on it. Not now." But I had already thought of a surprise for him.

The surprise lay spread before my eyes — pink and coral and tempting, surrounded by a shimmering halo of pale golden fuzz, with here and there a sparkling diamond of his come. Terri's cunt.

Without really thinking about it I had decided to eat her cunt.

"You've got two daughters for lovers now, remember?" I reminded him in a voice that was more teasing than serious. Then, because I knew that he would be more easily aroused if he could watch what I was about to do, I shifted my body over so that I lay with my cunt near his face — my tits against his side, my face very close to his prick and his nuts — and very close to the open pussy of my little sister. We were ready.

As I took his sticky, limber prick in one hand and his balls in the other, leaning down so close that I knew he would be able to feel the touch of my breath, I kept my eyes on the delicious little box that lay between Terri's thighs. Though she was beginning to come out of the stupor that always claims a woman after she has been flicked, her slim legs were still draped over his, her gash in front of my face.

I lifted his cock and fitted the sticky flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweet-salty-tasteless come that coated his prick, and I heard Terri's breath rattle in her throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt his shaft begin to swell slightly inside my mouth, and then I released him… and went after my little sister.

Daddy slipped away from us as I used my hands to lift Terri's ass from the bed, and I knew then that he had clearly understood what I wanted to do and I knew what he would do.

Her fine little pelvis seemed to twitch as I lifted her butt and draped her thighs over my shoulders and for a moment I was afraid she would try to pull away. Then I kissed the center of her pussy and her reaction told me that was the last thing on her mind. Her fingers clawed painfully — but pleasingly, oh, so pleasingly! — into the back of my neck, trying to draw my face into her sopping little pussy, and her thighs trembled against my shoulders. I resisted her.

Hold your pussy open, Terri, so. I can see it, I said and it was all I could do to whisper the words. I shifted myself into a kneeling position, using my shoulders to raise her ass so high that she was resting fully on her own. I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two fingers and pulled apart the tempting lips of her tight little cunt. It was gorgeous. As she spread it wide before my eyes, revealing the inner flesh that was slightly darker than the pink lips — slightly puckered from fucking — a trickle of come was released from inside her. I went after it like a cat goes after cream. I felt Daddy coming after me.

In the same instant that I clasped my mouth tight over her dripping little pussy, sucking hard as I sought the delicious come she had drained from his cock, I felt his hand reach beneath me to grasp my tit. I felt a hand swipe upward between my legs, stroking my pussy; and I felt my flesh being spread wide by the head of a cock. In other words… I felt wonderful.

I was near the edge of the bed, with my ass raised high in the air, and that allowed him to fuck me while standing. Let me tell you, there is no better way. Add that to the cloudy white come Terri was serving from the priceless cup of her pussy and you will see that I was getting the best of everything… from two people I loved. Cunt and cock. The best of them both.

In front of me, squirming in reaction to the darting of my tongue, the delicate sucking of my mouth, was a pussy that any woman would envy and any man would desire. It seemed to flex around my stroking tongue; it seemed to struggle to draw me deeper into its tasty flesh. And behind me, behind me… behind me!!

His heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of my cunt, spreading me wider than he had ever done, reaching deeper than any prick I had ever known, exciting my throbbing clit beyond imagination. I could feel the hair at the base of his cock teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass with each inward thrust he made, and I could feel the lips of my cunt being drawn outward each time he withdrew. For the second time that evening, I was getting ready to come. Terri beat me to it.

Her thighs tightened spasmodically around my neck, she almost smothered me as she used both hands to hold me tight against her cunt, and her clit went prick-hard between my lips. Her cunt was slack and wet.

Hot come exploded deep inside my gash, spurting from the cock of my father, at exactly the same second I felt myself reach a coming that was one for the books. For just a moment he held me like that, letting me writhe on the end of his dick, and then we collapsed across the bed. Daddy fell between us, and it was a long time before I could find the energy to raise my head and look at my sister. She looked exhausted, satiated. I winked at her.

"I had made a wise decision. Daddy would need someone when I was gone. Terri would be that someone. She would love him, as I had done. She would care for him, as I had done. She would fuck him, as I had done. A wise decision. One I was sure I would never regret."

A wise decision? One she would never regret? In view of the existing moral code in our society, that conclusion on the part of Brenda seems highly premature. For, even if the incestuous relationship between the father and his younger daughter should avoid discovery — as was the status of the affair at the time this case-study was made — Brenda is certain to be forever affected by the knowledge that she has not only violated the strictest of our moral taboos but that she must also bear the responsibility for whatever tragedy may befall Terri as the result of this situation.

Though Brenda deliberately avoids any expression of feelings of guilt, it may well be that the introduction of her younger sister into the incestuous affair was simply a method of easing the pangs of guilt that must surely have been present. An act — any act — becomes more acceptable to the human mind when it is known that others are so engaged. The burden of guilt becomes lighter when it is shared.

In these previous pages we have seen a case where the daughter was clearly the aggressor in the incest and one where the parties involved have thus far escaped the consequences of their actions. Many do not escape these consequences so easily, however, and many females do not yield so easily to the hidden, but natural, incestuous desires.