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CHAPTER NINE

Meanwhile, in the basement rec room, Kelly was humping on towards her climax in total ignorance of her parents' arrival. Rex could see she was about to explode, and he was now about to get his nuts off for the second time.

He hugged her beautiful naked body close and felt the exciting pressure of her tits grinding into his chest with each fierce pump of her energetic torso. She needed fucking, needed it bad, and finally she was getting it and getting it right. The edge of the orgasm was upon her. She let out a piercing scream and flowed with it.

Rex shot his load deep into her pulsing cunt and kept on jamming his cock into her even after it was soft as a noodle. The pair rocked up and down in the warm afterglow, hugging each other and sweating like pigs. The pleasure of touching each other's body was too great for them to give it up and let go.

Curt was as far as the kitchen when he heard her yell, but still couldn't imagine what it was. He tore down the basement steps and, with Karol and Lilly hard on his heels, reached for the rec room door.

"Stay back," he yelled over his shoulder to his wife and daughter. "Might be dangerous – a burglar or something. Go back and wait upstairs in the bedroom together and lock the door behind you!"

They scurried away as he directed and he burst open the door.

There on the big leather couch lay his beautiful daughter and secret sex-mate – with her lovely long legs wrapped lewdly around the ass of her boyfriend. They had already come, so weren't actually fucking, but it hardly made any difference. Their clothes were strewn on the floor and they were both wet as fish. Kelly's hair was a wild, tangled mass that made her look like some nubile, teen-aged witch. And her tits, the sweet tits that Curt loved so much to touch and suck, were plastered against Rex's chest.

He saw red and made a lunge for them. Kelly and Rex had both turned at the same time to see him burst in, and acted fast. They leaped up and held up their hands as if to ward off blows, words and cries of appeasement tumbling from their mouths in a desperate stream. Rex hopped behind the couch and Kelly stood her ground, begging Curt to be calm. She was still naked as a jaybird, and the sight of her luscious tits and cunt infuriated him even further.

In a very few seconds, the place became a flurry of activity. The upshot of it all was that Curt grudgingly let Rex leave after extracting the promise from him that he would never again set foot in the Carson house. Kelly and her dad were left alone. He grabbed her and commanded her to get dressed. He was taking her upstairs and tell Karol what had been going on. He also cried that she was never to be alone with a boy again as long as she lived in the household.

"And no dates for six months," he went on, "do you hear – none! Your hot little pussy's gonna have to pay for being so Goddamned horny, my little miss!"

But at that moment the tables turned. Kelly had gotten over her fright and was using her head.

"Just a damn minute, Dad!" she retorted. "Who do you think I am, anyway? I'm more than just your innocent little daughter that you have to protect from all the bad boys. I'm also the girl you've been balling for the last three years… it was you that first got into my panties and showed me what a man's prick feels like. And on the sly, too – don't forget that! So if you tell Mom what you just saw, and try to make me stop seeing guys, I'll have quite a bit to tell her myself. And half of it will be about you, my dear father! What do you think about that, huh… how does that grab you?"

She stood with her hands on her naked hips and her chin thrust out in defiance.

Curt was stunned. She had him by the balls. There wasn't a damned thing he could do. It made him feel awfully weak and helpless, but he was forced to concede to her demands or else face the fact of having Karol discover the ugly reality of his incest. He was being blackmailed.

Within five minutes, they agreed on the terms and she was back into her clothes and looking presentable again. She even made him promise to handle her mother, by lying about what he had found in the basement. She kissed him on the cheek, once things were settled, and her words made his blood boil. But they also made his cock quiver with suppressed excitement.

"We can keep up our little bedtime games, then," she reminded him. "The cunts and tits you just saw Rex having fun with will be yours once in a while to do the same with."

The little bitch! It even made him grin. She was so damned sexy that she was holding the hole card, and what's more she knew it. Somehow her attitude made him that much more attracted to the sensual warmth that lay under her clothes.

They went upstairs and he walked into the bedroom after Karol opened the door, half fearfully peering around the corner with Lilly behind her back.

Curt forced a laugh and explained the whole thing away by saying that the kids had come home from their party a little early and were just getting a little loud with their horsing around in the basement. He said that Rex had to leave when he realized what time it was, and that everything was okay.

"You two sure were raising a ruckus down there," Karol told Kelly, "but I guess it's better than having you out in a car with a boy, parked in a lovers' lane someplace like a lot of loose girls your age do all the time."

The unwitting irony of her comment made it difficult for Kelly to keep a straight face but she managed. Curt cleared his throat, hoping Karol wouldn't notice how red in the face he got at her reference to their daughter having sex with someone.

It was two or three days before he managed to fully recover from the episode. Kelly was doing fine. Now she could go out even more than before – she had an Indian sign on her dad and she proceeded to use it often. The last straw was one night when she had told him she'd be all naked and waiting for him in her bed after Karol left for the weekly bowling night. Then at the last minute she high-handedly changed her mind, informing Curt that Rex had called and she wanted to go out with him.

"My pussy will be just as hot and juicy for you some other time," she breezily told him.

After she left on her date, Curt was suddenly brightened by remembering that a certain different daughter of his was in her bed, at least. He didn't know if she was naked or not, and she certainly wasn't waiting for him, but he vowed at that instant to find out. He headed for her bedroom, glancing at his watch. He would have two hours before Karol returned home at least. He had become much more mindful of the time since the night he walked in on Kelly and Rex in the basement. If it hadn't been for the hard rain precluding the family's drive-in movie that night, he would have never discovered Kelly's indiscretion.

Accidents like that will happen, he knew, so he would limit himself to one hour in Lilly's room and take no chances. He had something on his mind, something a lot more involved than get his hands on the girl's naked little charms.

He knocked on her door and heard her childish voice cry out, "Who is it?"

"Somebody with a nice present for you," he answered, making a game of it.

"Oh boy," she yelled, recognizing his voice, "come on in, Daddy! I was hoping it was you."

She said she thought he must not like her any more after what she let him do to her that night in the big bedroom. He explained that wasn't the case at all, that he just hadn't had the chance to be alone with her any since then. She petulantly asked if he was sure that was the only reason, suggesting a different one.

"Are you sure it isn't 'cause I only have little bitty ninnies and my cunny's so small you were barely able to get in me?" she asked, her lower lip sticking out pitifully.

He convinced her she was wrong by showing her instead of telling her. He told her to scoot over and make room for him, then off came his pants and shirt and he hopped into bed in just his jockey shorts. She welcomed him with a big hug and he found that she was wearing a short nighty. What was underneath, if anything, was impossible to tell until he had his hands there and found out.

He asked if she liked what he showed her that night and she nodded her head up and down with great enthusiasm, a big smile breaking out on her face.

"But I… I thought maybe you just did it because you were drinking gin," she said. "I was afraid you wouldn't…" – here she bowed her head and her voice dropped to a whisper – "play nasty with me anymore. I loved it, though. Daddy, wow I really loved all the nasty things we did together!"

He told her they didn't have as much time as before, but he would do a little bit with her.

He asked if she had been playing with her pussy any since he had shown her how. She got red in the face and admitted that she had "fooled around with my cunny a couple of times," but that, "it doesn't feel as good as when you do it for me."

His eyes lighted up and his cock hardened all the way.

Lilly turned her face away, ashamed of herself for what she was about to reveal, and said, "I… I was doing it just before you came and knocked on the door just now, Daddy, if you want to know the truth. I've been lying here in bed being nasty with myself ever since I finished my shower and got, under the covers."

He felt his prick throb.

"Let's see," he said, "… let's see what it looks like? Is your little pussy all red from what you've been doing to it?"

She shyly put her arms under the cover and he could see that she was wiggling out of her panties and pulling her nighty up. She had a naughty expression on her face that made Curt want to root his nose under the covers and eat her little crotch out before she even had time to get it naked.

She raised the covers and he could see that although she still wore her nighty, the panties were all the way off and lost somewhere under the covers and the hem of the nighty was around her waist. In the semi-darkness of the bed's interior he could see her cunt hairs glistening like thin strands of gold.

"See, Daddy?" she said.

"My, my," he said, touching her tender tummy and running his hand southward. "You sure have been playing with this cute little thing, haven't you? I can see it's still all red and damp. Here, let Daddy show you how to work on it."

He took her hand gently in his and pressed her small fingers to the hairless folds of her tiny slit.

"See, you can stick your fingers in and out like I did for you the other night with my cock," he demonstrated, "but there are other ways a little girl can play with herself that sometimes makes her feel even better than that. See this little thing right here? That's your 'clit', honey – and giving it a few soft, gentle feels will really make you get hot nice and fast."

She frowned. "Ooooo, don't make me touch myself there," she said. "That's too sensitive – I've tried fooling with it some, but it almost hurts when I do it."

He moved her fingers aside and placed his own forefinger in their place. Carefully and delicately, he began massaging all around the sides of the miniscule organ, giving the blunt tip of it a wide berth so as not to cause her discomfort.

"Ummm," she said, her eyes enlarging and growing soft, "that's neat… ummm, feels real good when you do it."

"That's because I'm staying away from the tip of it," he pointed out. "On a lot of girls, the very tip of the clit is so sensitive they can't stand to have it touched till they get real excited. And you must be one of them."

"You mean when a man's thing is in their cunnies?" she pressed. "Then it feels good, huh?"

"That's pretty much the case," he told her. "You'll have to experiment with it yourself and find out. And honey, a man's 'thing' is called a cock, or a prick. You might as well use those words now that you're old enough to make one hard."

"Prick?" she repeated, her lips carefully forming the word. She had heard it and other words like it before, but had been afraid to use them herself because she knew they were very naughty.

"Yeah, honey," he said, "'prick' – like this one right here." He pulled his cock from the fly of his jockey shorts and presented it for her observation. He loved the way her eyes sparkled with renewed interest at the sight of it.

"If I frig yours for you," she proposed, "will you frig my cunny for me, Daddy?"

"Sure, sweety," he said, his passion rising. He began masturbating her young organs and she promptly grasped the stiff shaft of his cock in her warm hand and returned the favor. He saw beads of sweat pop out on her face almost immediately.

"You little devil," he said, "the little head start you gave yourself before I came in here must have had you pretty hot already. Shit, look at that pussy – it's all pink and gushy."

She giggled and looked between her legs, seeing his fingers manipulating the virginal folds of her lips. "I told you I was frigging myself before you came to my room," she reminded him.

He got behind her on the bed and enfolded her body from the back, turning sideways far enough to give her plenty of room to keep her hand going on his cock. With one he continued to masturbate her and with the other, he stimulated the pubescent swellings that stuck pertly from her chest.

Feeling the warmth of his body through her nighty wasn't enough. She wanted it closer. She peeled it off and sat naked with him, jacking him off and rubbing her sides and back against him as he kept up the action between her shiny pussy lips.

When things got going, he lowered his head and kissed her all over her neck and shoulders. Then she turned her face up for a kiss on the lips, squirming excitedly against him for more contact.

"Let's be kissing when you make that funny stuff spurt from your… from your prick," she suggested. He was only too happy to honor her request. He covered the tiny rosebud of her mouth with his big hot lips and was delighted at her response. She opened her mouth and pushed on the front of his teeth with her tongue. He met her tongue with his and they hungrily sucked each other as their fingers flew on each other's excited organs.

Soon she began little whimpering sounds and scooting her ass around in the bed.

Jesus, he thought to himself, the horny little thing's about to come off already. She might be just twelve years old, but it sure as hell looks like I've got a little sexpot on my hands in spite of how little experience she has.

By now she was hunching her hairless pussy in such excited spasms he knew she was almost there. He gave her titty a nice damp massaging and hugged her to him tightly. She jerked her fingers up and down faster and faster on his cock and he felt the big moment start to happen. Just before he shot off, he felt her cunt quiver and heard her sob as though she was hurting – she had gotten hers already. He let himself go at once and filled her palm with a cascade of thick warm milk from the head of his cock.

He rolled over and playfully took her with him, upending her and bringing her supine to his side. He grabbed her again and kissed her titties and tummy as she giggled, returning his kisses and hugging the sweet meat of her cunt against his leg. After a little more rough-house play, he pulled the covers over their heads and began talking to her in hushed tones. It was time to get down to the business portion of his little visit to her room.

"Sweety, how would you like to have Daddy show you more secret things you can do with all these cute little things?" he asked, rubbing his hands lightly over her titties, tummy, pussy and thighs.

"Oh boy," she said, "will you?"

Curt then proceeded to plant some ideas in her young mind that she had never before even thought about doing. It was all a part of a plan he'd had been considering all evening. He was dying to get back at Kelly for her recent impudence, and he believed he had finally figured out a way to do it.

His idea was to discredit anything she might tell Karol about the fact that he had been carrying on secret incestuous meetings with her for the past three years. If he could succeed in making Karol disbelieve the girl's story, then she no longer had anything with which to blackmail him. In order to make Kelly's story be rejected by Karol, he had decided on an extreme measure. He would induce Lilly into initiating a lesbian scene with her older sister, then when things were in full swing he would come in and discover the pair flagrante delicto.

Since Kelly was the elder of the two, all the blame for the affair would naturally fall on her shoulders and he would promote it. He would renounce her for seducing her little sister. That way, Lilly – the actual seducer – would be in the clear and, more important, his wife would undoubtedly refuse to believe anything Kelly said from then on. After that, she could scream all she wanted to about how her father had introduced her to incest and robbed her of her cherry at the age of fifteen. He would simply claim she was lying, and Karol would be sure to believe him instead of their daughter. But it wasn't necessary for Lilly to know all the devious details.

All she had to know was what to do and how to do it – which he did at once. She had already expressed how much she wanted to learn new, secret things she could do with her newly blossomed body. Now was the time to tell her.

"Have you ever done things with another girl?" he asked her, hugging her fondly beneath the covers. "Did you know girls could screw together pretty much like a man and a girl?"

Her first reaction was laughter. "Oh Daddy, quit trying to tease me," she chortled. "That's silly. Girls can't screw together."

"Oh yes they can," he assured her. "Maybe not exactly the same way as with a boy, but they can do it just the same."

Now she knew he was serious, "Really?" she said. "And can they make each other… can they make each other come like you showed me how to do and everything?"

"Sure," he said. "Listen. Have you ever seen other girls naked before?"

"Not much," she answered. "A few times I've seen other girls' cunnies at school when they were peeing, but that's about all. Except for Kelly, that is."

"And do you think she's pretty, your big sister?" he insidiously asked. "Have you ever thought how it would be to hug those big tits of hers or maybe play around a little between her legs in that thick, curly hair of hers – or how it might feel if she were to be in bed with you sometime with her hands on you?"

At first Lilly was far from moved by his incitement toward sex with another girl. But soon she became more interested. As Curt talked, he delicately teased his daughter's soft nipples and pliant, damp little cunt with his fingers. He described in great detail just what it might feel like to have a girl do the things he was doing. Poor Lilly became so steamed up from his attentions she would have probably been sexually attracted to a red-assed monkey, if that had been the subject of her dad's talk. Finally when she exhibited active interest in going to bed with another girl, Curt told her what to do the next night when Kelly was in bed alone.

She was to tell her big sister that she was getting to the age where she wanted to know about sex, and ask certain leading questions. She was to ask about boys, and from there on get to the subject of girls doing things to each other.

Curt gave Lilly a big kiss before leaving her bed and told her to keep their plan strictly to herself – under no circumstances was she to ever tell her mother or sister. In bed that night he gloated over the revenge he was about to get on Kelly – just wait till he grabbed his wife out of bed and showed her what she was making her little twelve-year-old sister do!

He was so elated over the idea that the next morning he surprised Karol by making furious love to her before they got out of bed. It was the first time he'd done that in ages, and she was properly appreciative. She gave him a long, hot blow job afterwards that cleaned out his pipes in great form. All that day at work he thought to himself about what the night was to bring. After dinner he had another short secret talk with Lilly, giving her last-minute encouragement, then took Karol off to bed. Later he planned to go downstairs for an aspirin and accidentally discover the perverse goings-on in Kelly's bedroom.

Lilly started things off by chatting with Kelly in their bathroom as they prepared for bed. She was pretty scared of actually doing the things her dad had suggested to her, yet the more she was around her half-naked sis the more appealing the idea became.

She started talking to her at first about menstrual periods and such, asking Kelly how old she had been when hers began, when she might expect hers to start, if it hurt much, and about the various types of tampons and napkins.

When she followed Kelly into her bedroom after their showers, her sister didn't seem to mind. When the subject finally got around to sex, Kelly was lying under the covers of her bed with nothing on but a flimsy little gown. But as Lilly kept badgering with questions, she was soon disappointed to discover that Kelly had dozed off to sleep on her! She hopped up from the chair and left the room in a huff. Imagine – talking to your big sister about important things and she up and goes to sleep on you!

But when, no farther than the bathroom, she stopped and reconsidered, Kelly had a long reputation in the family as being an extremely deep sleeper – maybe she just might be able to have some fun with her while she was asleep. It would serve her right for dropping off so rudely earlier. She turned tail and darted back into Kelly's bedroom.

She was clad in the regular little nighty she always wore to bed, but she stripped it off and tossed it away. Her sister would never know the difference.

For a few minutes Lilly amused herself by rummaging through Kelly's chest of drawers. She came to the drawer where Kelly kept her underwear and pulled out three or four of her brassieres. Standing in front of the mirror, she tried on one after the other over the pint-sized points of her titties.

"Jeez," she said aloud to herself, "it's sure going to be a while before my ninnies get big enough to fit into anything this size." She clapped her hand over her mouth when she remembered Kelly was asleep only a few feet away from her. But when she turned to look, Kelly was just as deeply asleep as ever.

Hmmm, Lilly thought to herself, maybe I'll really have some fun with her then.

She went to the bed and sat on it, first lightly and then with all her weight. Still not a move or a sound out of Kelly. Lilly raised the covers. Her sister lay on her stomach with one leg and one arm stretched out toward the opposite side of the bed. Her nighty was all wrinkled over the curves of her ass, tits and back, leaving only her long, beautifully tanned legs exposed to Lilly's eyes. She gazed at the shapely expanse of the naked limbs and felt a pang of envy. How long, she wondered hopefully, before she herself might possess such pretty and curvaceous legs. She took a look at her own slim, coltish little legs and couldn't imagine how a boy would find them attractive.

She slid under the covers and lay beside Kelly with her head on the same pillow. The thick masses of their hair made a beautiful contrast, the bright purity of Lilly's blonde locks to the coal-black tresses of her sister. She noticed a pleasant scent in her nostrils. She pushed her nose to Kelly's hair but that wasn't it. It was coming from lower down. She raised the covers and could smell it stronger there.

But the scent was momentarily eclipsed by something more interesting. Kelly had shifted slightly in her sleep, permitting the view of a full half of her left breast. Lilly looked goggle-eyed. She had seen her sister's naked tits plenty of times before, but never this close up… and never in so intimate a situation. Why she could just reach right over and touch it if she wanted to.

Why not? She did it. At first she was scared to death of waking her up, but as Kelly's deep breathing continued Lilly gained confidence. She had always wondered what they actually felt like. Now she could find out. She depressed a portion of the resilient flesh with her fingertips and saw how it filled back out. The sensation of the smooth tit-skin on her fingers caused an unexpected excitement.

Hey, I guess Dad was right, she thought, there's really something sexy about a girl playing with another one. Wish she'd roll over a little so I could see her nipple.

Kelly suddenly shifted her position, giving Lilly a fright till she saw that she was still fast asleep. She peered under the covers again and discovered that a lot more than just her nipple had been laid bare. Now she could see her big sister's entire tit, plus the panties she wore under her nightgown. The gown itself had worked itself up above the sleeping girl's waist.

Lilly could see the dark outline of Kelly's black bush under the thin crotch of the panties. She became bold. She moved her fingers across the expanse of her tit and took the nipple itself in hand. Still no moving or anything to signify Kelly was anything but fast asleep. She cautiously manipulated the dark berry of the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. At first it was large and dark, almost disappearing into the surrounding areola. But it quickly hardened under Lilly's gentle touch.

Ummm, she thought, just like mine – only a lot bigger. Hey this is neat. Jeez, sis really has a big pair. I wonder if she ever lets boys put their hands in her dress and feel 'em up like I'm getting to do. Bet a lot of them would like to.

It then occurred to Lilly that she could do a lot more investigating over the smooth expanses of her sister's sleeping body than just her tits. She boldly took the other one in hand and felt it up, then began trailing her hand down Kelly's flat stomach toward her snatch.

Wow, hope she doesn't wake up! she thought to herself. But the truth was that the danger of possible discovery was part of the fun of doing it. She had to suppress a giggle at the thought of how she would feel if she happened to wake up and find someone feeling her up like this, hands on her naked ninnies.

She reached the upper boundary of Kelly's cunt hairs with still not so much as a peep from her. She even snuggled against her warm back and the curve of her hard ass without causing any sign of wakefulness. At first it had only been a game to the youngster, albeit at her father's suggestion. But as she gained access to more and more of Kelly's erotic physique, Lilly began to experience certain feelings in her own body.

There was a bit of warmth inside her panties that she hadn't noticed before. Her fingers seemed to tremble slightly upon contact with the forbidden curls of Kelly's crotch. She found herself pressing her legs together, at first more or less unconsciously, then very consciously. Her panties began to stick to her hard little bottom and became uncomfortable against her skin. She removed her hand from Kelly's cunt hairs long enough to slip the offending undies down to her knees, then darted it back to its former position among the thick bush.

It was like a forest compared with her own scanty growth. She put her free hand on her own genitals to compare. Her silky hairs were still quite easy to count, while her sister's were like dense undergrowth. Soon Lilly was doing more than just comparing. She was using her fingers on herself for the pure pleasure of it. And as she did so, her other hand was sliding, farther toward the plump naked cunt lips at the center of Kelly's muff.

At last Lilly pushed through the last clump of black curls and came to the exposed flesh of her sister's naked pussy lips. She hesitated for a second.

I better not do much more, she thought feverishly to herself, I might get in big trouble if she wakes up. But her curiosity and the intensity of her budding adolescent passion were too much for her to resist. She slipped her forefinger on into the wet slit.

"Ungh," came a sleepy groan from Kelly. "Huh? Whatsat… ungh?"

She was awake!