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Alexis was a beautiful girl, a perky girl, a saucy girl. In fact Alexis was all those adjectives and more, and she caused more stiff pricks than she could have imagined - literally thousands - even if she tried. Which, oddly enough, she didn't. And that was because she was a nice girl too. But the reason she caused thousands of hardons was because Alexis was a cheerleader.



She wasn't the typical babe who yelled "woo hoo" when someone ran ten yards or scored a basket and then went back to talking to the other cheerleaders. For one thing her hair was raven black. For another she had a sort of smoky look about her, like she'd just gotten out of bed and wasn't quite awake. And, she was double jointed, which allowed her to do stunts most cheerleaders could only dream about doing. One of her favorites was to bend over backwards and keep bending until her head was facing forward again and she was looking at the crowd from between her own two feet. It looked impossible. People went crazy.

It helped that she had a 36 inch bust line. Her mams were nice and round and, though the crowd couldn't see them, were capped with tiny little nipples on tiny little areolas. Each one of them probably didn't take up the size of a dime, but they stuck out maybe half an inch. The crowd couldn't see her pubes either, much to their dismay, but if they had they'd have seen straight hairs that looked like they'd been combed and thinned, flowing down from a bikini line . You could see the underlying skin through them. Basically they framed her plump pink vulva which pooched out in a camel toe quite often. The crowd DID get to see that once in a while. That drove them wild too.



But what made the biggest difference was the way Alexis paid attention to the game and the fans. She knew most people in town, of course, it wasn't all that big after all. She'd point and yell things like, "Come on Mr. Ong, get up and cheer," or, "Mrs. Soh, help me out." And she never stopped moving. She'd see the ball going down the court and get people involved in that particular play, not just the game at large. She noticed people, and people noticed her. Especially men, who wanted to give in to their urge to give this girl babies ... LOTS of babies.

The boys would have felt that way too - probably did feel that way secretly - except for one thing. Alexis had a brother. Her big brother was the captain of the football team, the shooting guard on the basketball team, and was on the swim team as well. He was big and he was well liked. He made it very, very clear that his sweet little sister shouldn't have to worry about her virginity. It wasn't on the table and he was there to make sure it stayed locked away, where it belonged. Oh, Alexis had dates. In fact she had lots of them, but no one ever seemed to want to do anything except kiss her chastely on the cheek good night.

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Her brother, Samuel, went out on lots of dates too, and his rules for himself were completely different. Sam fucked any and every girl who would spread her legs for him. He wasn't pushy about it, and in fact he never put it in a girl who didn't want him to, but he had a reputation for being the right guy to lose one's virginity with if a girl was so inclined.



Not the least reason for this was his penis. It was odd by comparison with other guys his age. In the first place, it was thin. It was probably only as thick as a grown man's thumb. It was also long, which meant that most girls, when they had it in them, felt him clear to their uterus. And it was bent.

Now with some guys it bends to the left and others it bends to the right. His bent UP. It started out going away from his body, but when it got to the tip it was pointing almost straight up. It curved almost seventy degrees. What this meant was that the tip scraped along the top of a girl's pussy, which is most commonly where the fabled "G" spot exists, if a girl actually has one.



Anyway, by word of mouth, word spread among females of his peculiarities and his prowess. There were persistent rumors that even a couple of teachers had tried him out. Ms. Chung, the new Kindergarten teacher was only 23 and he had been her teacher's aide for six weeks. For reasons no one quite knew for sure she was the happiest person in the school for the last four of those weeks. Then after he went on to aide in another room she had returned to her old self. Except that she had turned up pregnant and she wasn't married. There were rumors about that too.

That was the other thing about Sam. He had this rule that if you were going to let him fuck you, he was going in RAW. No rubbers for Sam. You could be on the pill if you wanted, or use a diaphragm, but his sperm was for a naked pussy, and not the inside of a plastic bag. Who knows why guys believe the things they believe? It was just the way he was.

You could always say "No."

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It was a crisp fall Friday night when disaster struck the team. Sam was trying to pass the ball and he got a helmet in his right abdomen. The linebacker was off the ground at the time and was quite literally a guided missile. That wouldn't have been so bad, except he got hit high in the back by another tackler and he folded up quite suddenly in ways that stretched things farther than they were meant to stretch. Sam went down and had to be carried off the field. His parents were gone for the weekend, so his little sister went with him to the hospital and stayed with him until the doctors finally released him. He was loaded up with pain killers and sang drinking songs on the way home. He could walk, barely, but it was everything Alexis could do to get him in the house and into his bed. She thought about trying to get him undressed, but gave up on the idea because he was too heavy to move.

The next morning she went in to check on him. He was laying awake, moaning.

"What's wrong, Sam?" she said.

"I can't move. That's what's wrong. Everything hurts and what's worse I have to piss something awful. I've been trying to get up to go to the bathroom, but I can't. I'm about to have an accident in bed for pity's sake." He groaned again. "Where's Mom?"

"She and Daddy went up to see Aunt Jenny, remember? She's going to have surgery. I'm the only one here. But maybe I can help you get up."

They tried, and eventually she rolled him over so one leg fell onto the floor. Then he was able to do what amounted to a pushup to get himself off the bed. But he couldn't bend over without being in terrible pain in his back. As long as he stood straight up it was tolerable. He could only shuffle with his feet, because of the pain in his abdomen. Alexis found the pills the doctor had handed her the night before and made him swallow one. Then, using the handyman's maxim for oil - Some's good, more's better and too much is just right - she decided that if one was good, two would be better, so she gave him three.

She got him to the bathroom, and in front of the toilet, but then he said, "I usually sit down to piss."

"What?" she said. "Why would you do that?"

"Well, in the morning my ... I'm ... uh ... sort of um ... hard. And that makes it hard to go standing up."

"What in the world are you talking about?" asked Alexis. In fact she was well aware that many of the girls in school were intimately familiar with that hard cock he didn't seem to be able to talk about. She had heard rumors that it was "wonderful" and "amazing" and "to die for" but she didn't know WHY it was all these things. And, of course, she never got to see any of the other boy's cocks. She knew why that was too, and sometimes she didn't appreciate her big brother's efforts to make her dating life "safe." So she decided this might be a good time to find out what the big deal was.



"Come on, Alexis. Take my word for it, OK? I just need to sit down, that's all."

"OK, so now what do we do?" she said.

"Well, I need to drop my pants," he said and his hands went to his belt. He automatically tried to bend and felt a sharp pain. "Ohhh shit, can't do it." He looked at his sister helplessly. "Um... can you drop them for me?"

Alexis was having fun, but she didn't let on. "You want ME to drop YOUR pants, because you have a hardon and have to sit down on the toilet."

"Um...yeah, I guess," he said.

Instead of having more fun with him, Alexis went to work. She unbuckled his pants, and started to unzip him.



But he did in fact have a hardon and it was poking out, making the front of his pants very tight. She worked at the zipper, pushing at the lump.

"Alexis? What are you doing?" her brother said. It felt like a girl was trying to get at his cock. He suddenly realized a girl WAS trying to get at his cock, but this time it was his sister. It wasn't making things any easier, though.

"I'm trying to get your pants unzipped. I don't have a lot of experience at this, you know." Her barbed comment was lost on him as her hand slid over his swollen member. Finally she got the zipper down and then she was able to pull the pants down to his knees. Now for his underwear. She was squatting in front of him, and now the thing that had caused so much trouble was tenting out his underwear. That was easier, since it had an elastic band. She pulled on it and slid it downward.

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What was revealed to her eyes was really quite interesting, she thought. First of all it was red. The tip was bullet shaped and more violet. But the curve was what amazed her. It was pointing UP for pity's sake. She could see how trying to point it down would involve bending it way way further than it looked like it COULD bend. Even if he sat down, it would take some pushing on the thing to get it not to shoot right back up through the toilet seat.

"OK. There. You can sit down now."

Sam began bending his knees, but to sit he had to lean forward slightly and that he could not do. The injured muscle in his back screamed at him. He stood back up. "I can't sit down. Well, I probably could drop and land on the seat, but I'd never be able to get up again. I don't want to have to sit on the toilet all day long. Shit! What am I going to do?"

Alexis had been staring at his hard dick. It DID look like it might be fun to play with, she thought. "Turn around," she said. He didn't move and she put her hands on his hips and turned him. "Turn around," she said again. This time he did and when he was facing the toilet she stopped him. "I'm going to point it down," she said.



Then, for the first time in her life, she put her fingers around a boy's hard dick. The feel was strange and somehow exciting. It was very hard, but it felt slick and soft too! She bent it downward and it felt like it had springs inside of the base or something. She forced it further and further down until it was pointing sort of at the toilet bowl. "OK, now try to go." she said.

Sam was in agony. Everything hurt. His sister had a hold of his boner and was apparently trying to tear it out by the roots. He couldn't go now if his life depended on it. He tried, but it was no go. "I can't," he said.

Of course she asked him why not and then he had to explain to her how it was hard to get a stream going ANY time you had a hardon, much less when your dick was folded in half.

Alexis looked around. What were they going to do. It had been fun playing with his cock, but he was in pain and she had some idea of what that kind of pain was like. Her eyes lit on the shower. Of course. She told him to lift his leg and she soon had that leg free of his clothing. Then the other. Then she told him to raise his arms and she peeled off his jersey. He stood before his sister, naked, his jutting hardon poking gloriously out.

She steered him toward the shower. "I'm going to make the water nice and warm," she said. "Then you get in, face the corner and let her rip." By now Sam was ready to do anything just to end the pain. He stood in the warm spray and eventually was able to get his bladder to release. He groaned in satisfaction as the yellow stream arced up in front of him to land on the shower wall.

Alexis kept the door open to watch. She was fascinated to see his penis bob and sway as he used his muscles to try to release his urine. Then it came and she stepped back in surprise. The stream went up and landed clear up level with his head! She watched in amazement as, over a minute or so his dick began to dip, then sag, and finally it was a shriveled sausage looking thing hanging between his legs. Water began to run off of it like clear piss.



She reached in and turned off the water. In the process her PJs got soaked. Now they clung to her teen breasts like a second skin. As the water cooled her, her nipples rose, poking out through the wet material.

"Come on Big Brother" she said and pulled him out of the shower. She got a towel and started drying him off. As she did his head and shoulders he said, "That hot water felt good on my back. Maybe I could get in the hot tub. The water would support my weight and the heat could help loosen me up." As he talked he looked at his sister.



Her hands were up over her head as she dried his hair. He saw her stiffened nipples, and the cloth stuck to her breasts. He felt blood flowing to his dick. Alexis kept drying, getting his hips and butt, his legs and feet. She saved that interesting looking peter for last. Finally it was time and she molded the towel around it, rubbing it gently. It thickened as she manipulated it, but then it was dry and she stood up.

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Sam stopped talking when he felt his sister drying his prick. He couldn't help what was happening down there, but it was embarrassing. He sighed and relaxed when she abandoned the member. At least it hadn't gotten completely hard again. Alexis agreed that the hot tub was a good idea and went off to get it ready. He walked around the house, naked. He tried to get something to eat, but couldn't bend over in the fridge. He couldn't find anything worth eating in the cupboards. He got several pieces of bread and was stuffing them in his mouth when Alexis found him.

"It's ready," she said. He looked at her. Instead of seeing his sister, he saw an almost grown woman. A very sexy looking woman, he thought, in her light cotton PJs, under which there was most assuredly smooth silky skin and nipples and a pussy.... He realized with horror that his cock was rising.



"Don't tell me you have to pee again," she said, watching the sausage start changing back into a Kielbasa.

"No," he said too quickly. How was he going to explain it. She didn't help. She stood there, one hip cocked, hand on hip, breasts poking the material out. SHIT he had to stop thinking about that. "Um...sometimes it just happens."

Alexis looked at him. He was embarrassed! Wow. Her big brother, who ruined her social life, and ordered her around, was embarrassed. He was also virtually helpless, she thought. Hmmmmm.

"Well, tell it to behave and come on." She turned and left.

Sam thought, "My, but her hips sway nicely when she walks."

By the time he got to the hot tub his mind had done the rest. He was once again hard and proudly curved. There were steps leading up to the hot tub, and steps leading down into it, which was good, because there was no way he could have climbed over the edge. But Alexis wasn't going to just let him climb those steps without assistance. There was no handrail, and he could slip. So she got on top and held his hand as he climbed up.

Now was the tricky part. Getting him down into the steaming hot water. He started to step down and tottered. His foot came back up.

"Hold it," said Alexis. She made her decision then, a decision that would change their lives forever.

She unbuttoned her PJ top and slipped it off. Then she bent and removed the bottoms. Now she too was gloriously naked. She stepped down into the water. MAN it was hot! She looked up at her brother. There, right in front of her face was that interesting boner of his. Now there was a clear drop of fluid oozing out of the little hole in the end.

"I thought you said you didn't have to pee," she said.

Sam was paralyzed. His sister had stripped naked in front of him. She was gorgeous! She had tits that were a baby's dream! And her pubic hair. Even from above he could see the plump lips of her pussy poking out through that black hair. His cock was like steel now. She said something to him about peeing. At the last second he realized what she was talking about. "I don't. It's just ... a hardon."

"Well, then I need to take you back to the doctor, cause there's something coming out of it," she said. She was serious too. She leaned closer to his organ. "It's kind of clear and it's oozing out. Don't you feel it?"

Sam panicked. If she took him back to the doctor and told the doctor what she had just told him he'd be the laughing stock of the community. And how exactly would he explain why his sister had been looking at his hard dick?

"No!" he blurted. "Look, it's complicated, but there's nothing wrong. It's done that before. OK? Just get me in the water."

While he had been talking the stuff oozed more and more until it ran down his dick and started to drip into the water. When the drop left the bottom of his dick Alexis instinctively stuck her hand out and caught it. She peered at it closely and rubbed a finger in it. It was slippery, not like pee at all. But what else could come out of a penis?

The answer hit her like a ton of bricks.

"OH!" she said. This was a REAL hardon. The kind that boys got when they wanted to have sex! And she was standing there naked! Her brother wanted to have SEX ... with HER! The realization made her knees feel weak and a funny heat started expanding in her abdomen. She realized she was blushing. She took a breath and reached her hand out to her brother. Slowly she helped him down the steps, into the water.



Her eyes never left his penis.

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As he entered the water Sam felt the heat and knew it would help his sore body. But he couldn't sit down without bending forward. Alexis saw the problem and got behind him. She put her hands under his armpits and told him to begin bending his knees. As he did the water took his weight and she pulled him against her, spreading her legs and making a cushion that he could lean against. The seat was just big enough that his buttocks fit, if not comfortably, at least securely. He leaned back and sighed.

His sigh was for two reasons. First, the heated water DID ease the ache in his body. Second, he leaned back into her soft body. He felt her breasts pillow his shoulder blades. Her arms came around him, holding him against her. He groaned and let his head flop back on her shoulder.

"Ohhh Alexis, you have no idea how good this feels," he sighed. Alexis sighed too. She hadn't imagined just how nice it would feel to have a hard male body pressed up against her while she was naked. His buttocks were snuggled into her crotch and the pressure on her breasts felt delightful. She relaxed her hands and they fell to his lap.

They landed on his still hard, upturned penis.

She almost jerked her hands away. But something came over her and when he too jerked she turned her face and said in his ear "Sit still. Relax. You can't do anything about it, but you'll relax better if this" - and she grasped his boner in her right hand - "goes away." She might never have seen a boy's penis, but she'd heard PLENTY of stories about what girls could DO with one.

She started slowly stroking the organ along its bent length.

Now Sam had a real problem. What she was doing felt really good. Really good! But she was his SISTER.

"But ..." he started.



"Just hush," she said right in his ear. Her breath in his ear made him shiver. "I've been wanting to do something like this for a long time, but I have this BROTHER who won't let any boy even kiss me, much less let me play with a real live cock." She continued her action, and she could tell by how hard she squeezed whether it was too hard or not hard enough.

Sam thought about what she looked like. He thought about how she felt against him. He didn't last more than seven or eight strokes. "Unngggggg," he groaned.

She felt the cock in her hand swell a little and jump in her hand. She couldn't see the streams of white shoot out the end into the roiling water and begin circulating throughout the pool. But she could feel the result in his body. He slumped even more and sighed as he relaxed. Slowly she felt his penis lose its tumescence and turn back into that wrinkled sausage she had seen before. She patted it with her hand and raised both hands to pull him against her more securely.

"Thanks, Alex," her brother said sleepily. She held him as he dozed.

She knew they shouldn't stay in water that hot for too long, so when 25 minutes had gone by she squeezed him and said it was time to get out. The pain pills she had given him had kicked in, so he was actually able to climb out on his own and limp back into the bedroom.

Alexis followed him, grabbing a towel and dried him off before she maneuvered him back into bed. It had only been two hours since she had given him the pain pills, but she didn't want that to leave his system while he was asleep, so she gave him one more.

As he drifted off she stood there, naked and dripping, staring at his naked body. She reached down to his flaccid cock and squeezed it. A final drop of thick white bubbled out the piss hole. She knew this was what had come out in the hot tub and wished she could have seen it. On impulse she scooped it onto a finger, felt it, smelled it and then, without thinking, tasted it too. She was surprised to find it tasted almost sweet.



She felt that heat in her stomach again, and an itch between her legs that she wanted to scratch. She'd touched herself before, but always felt she was being nasty and never kept it up for long. Now, she looked at the finger she'd just licked clean and slid that finger between the lips she had down below. She'd felt nice like that a few times before, but not too often and never for very long. She had been taught all her life that that was a nasty thing to do.

But it sure felt nice.

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Today, she decided, she was going to forget about feeling nasty. Instead she climbed onto the bed and lay beside her sleeping brother. She began to stroke herself. The result astounded her. The orgasm snuck up on her and hit her hard and fast. At first she thought she had done something terrible, and was having some kind of attack. Then she lay back and let it come over her.



She had never imagined she could feel like that. If that was nasty, she was going to be a very nasty girl from now on. She yawned in the afterglow. Then she dozed.

When Alexis woke up she was cold. She could feel warmth next to her and, without thinking she rolled toward it. She rolled into her brother and lay an arm across his warm chest. He moved the arm between them, brushing it against her breasts.

"What?? Who?? Alexis?" he said foggily.
"Mmmm?" she said.

"What are you doing?" He was beginning to wake up.
"I'm just getting warm," she murmured.

"But you're naked," he said helplessly.
"So? Get over it!" she said. "We've been naked all day. I got tired and you were sleeping. Anyway, how do you feel?"

"Better ... I think," he said. He stretched experimentally and groaned. "Man, that guy hit me HARD," he said. "I'm still hurting."
"Maybe a massage would help," she said and she sat up.

She saw his eyes widen. "Maybe you getting some clothes on would help," he said. For some reason it made her mad.

"Why is it that I have to be the one to cover up? What's wrong with me? I know I'm not ugly. I know what a hardon is for and YOU got one. So WHY did you get one? Was it for ME? Does my protective big brother all of a sudden want to FUCK ME?" She finished at the top of her lungs.

Sam stared back at her, his mouth hanging open. Who was this person he'd thought he knew? "Alexis, calm down..." he said.

She raged on. "Why should I calm down? You've fixed it so I never even SAW a cock until today...never got to touch one....never got to do all those things the girls all say they do with YOU. I think I had my FIRST ORGASM today for pity's sake and I'm SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD YOU PRICK!!!" She stopped, suddenly embarrassed by what she'd said.



"Sam, just shut up. I don't want to fight. You need help and I'm it. It may cost you some of your male pride, but just shut up. OK? Please?"

Sam didn't know what to say. Yes, he'd gotten a hardon from looking at her. Yes he thought she was beautiful and sexy. Yes he'd stared at her pussy longingly.

SHIT! He DID want to fuck his own sister!

But he couldn't say that. So, taking the typical male avenue, he just said, "OK."

Alexis felt like she had scored a touchdown. She leaned over him and said, "Now, where does it hurt that I could rub for you?"

"My side is pretty sore, and my back too," he said.

"Let's tackle the back first - OH, no pun intended," she laughed. She helped him roll over. There was a large purplish bruise in the middle of his back. She began stroking it lightly, not putting pressure on it. "MMffff," he said. His face was buried in the sheets. She took that as a positive and expanded the field. As she got further away from the bruise she pressed more heavily, digging into the muscle and moving it around. She could feel the tension begin to ease and moved down to his lower back. She worked that too and in the process eyed his muscular butt. What the heck. She let both hands slide onto his ass and felt him tense up.

She slapped his right cheek sharply. "Relax," she ordered. By degrees he did and she was finally able to manipulate his ass cheeks easily. She moved to his thighs and then calves, finally lifting each leg to roll his foot around at the ankle. He managed to turn his head.

"That's amazing Alex. It really helps. I'd say you cut the pain in half."



"Good, now roll over." Sam made a conscious decision to ignore the fact that he was naked and let her roll him. She started at his chest, pushing and shoving the muscles around. Then his arms. She was kneeling over him, her lovely breasts hanging and jiggling as she moved. He couldn't ignore the fact that SHE was naked. She went lightly on his side where there was another bruise ... and was confronted once again with his hard curved penis.

"OMG!! Sam, doesn't this thing EVER take a break?"

"Sorry," he mumbled. "You're just such a babe I can't help it." He hadn't meant to say that.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said sweetly. She gave his cock a playful slap and moved on to his thighs. He automatically spread his legs and she got her first good look at his balls. They were hanging clear down to the sheet between his legs. They looked huge. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed them before now. She felt the now familiar tingle in her pussy and tried to ignore it. She went on down to his shins, but there wasn't anything there to work with. She looked up to find that he had managed to move his hand to cover his cock. She took his hand and lifted it off, putting it on the sheet. "Don't cover it up. I think it's pretty. You should be proud of it."

Sam groaned. "I don't believe this," he said. "My sister thinks my prick is ... pretty." He was thoughtful for a minute. "Thanks," he said. "For...earlier. It helped."



Alexis crawled back up to his head and put her face over his. "You mean for jerking you off? I bet that DID feel good."

He colored, but couldn't get away from her.

"I liked it," she said. His eyes widened.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really!" she said. "In fact, I kind of want to do it again." She looked at him. He looked back. He couldn't think of anything to say.

When Sam didn't say, "No," Alexis decided that she was free to experiment and learn some more. She crawled back down to his loins. She took the bobbing boner between two fingers and wagged it around. "Sam?" she said, examining it closely.

"Um...yeah?" he said, feeling her toying with his cock.

"Have any of the girls ever ... put it in their mouth?" The thing jerked so hard she almost lost it.

"Um.. why would you ask me that, Alex?" he said neutrally.

She crawled back up to his face and hung over it again. "Did Ms. Chung ever do that?" Sam choked and coughed. Alexis knew she was on to something. She just waited for him to quit coughing.

He wouldn't look at her. She drove on.

"You DID get her pregnant, didn't you?" Sam's eyes were looking wildly everywhere except at her.

He was beginning to sweat.

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"You DID, didn't you? With THIS" - she grasped his cock in her right hand and squeezed it - "cock, right here in my hand....didn't you?" She jacked on it a couple of times.



Now he was sweating a lot. Alexis was having fun again. "I'm going to see what Chung got to taste." And she disappeared from his view. The next thing he felt was heat and wet all over the top third of his prick. She was doing it!

Alexis didn't stop to think about it. She stuck the curved prick in her mouth and molded her mouth around it. It was slick, and hot and the texture was wonderful. It jerked in her mouth and she tasted that almost sweet taste. She knew it was leaking in her mouth and she slurped upwards, sucking until it popped out of her closed lips. Sure enough a bubble of the stuff seeped out of the little hole. She stuck out her tongue and licked it off. It was replaced by another and another and another.

Her pussy was aching now and she wanted to rub it again, but she didn't want to stop playing with his penis. The penis that wanted to fuck her.

The penis that suddenly she wanted to fuck.

She suddenly stopped playing with it. She knew what it would do if it squirted. It wouldn't be any good to her at all then. She crawled back up to look in his face. "You taste good," she said, smiling at him. "Did Ms. Chung tell you that?"



He still wasn't talking. He was breathing hard. "Alex, this isn't funny any more," he said.

She very carefully and very obviously arched her leg up and over his body, settling herself just below the bruised side. His eyes got wide and wild again. Her pussy was pressing right on his cock. "Mr. Big Brother. Goes out and fucks all the girls. Fucks Ms. Chung and knocks her up. But he won't let any boy even kiss his sister. Oh no, she gets nothing." She was grinding her pussy on his penis. It felt good. "And now he's helpless and his poor little deprived sister gets to find out what all those girls are talking about. You DID fuck Ms. Chung, didn't you?"

Sam opened his mouth. What could he do? He could push her off, but who knew what she'd do then? She wouldn't do it. He was sure of that. Yeah, she put it in her mouth, but no way would she put it in her pussy. She was a virgin.

Hey! That was it!

"Alexis," he said, his voice calm. "You can't do this. You're a virgin. It hurts the first time. It hurts a lot. You aren't ready. You don't want to do this." There, maybe now she'd come to her senses.

Alexis heard everything he said. She WAS a virgin. Not by choice, but because he wouldn't let her do anything else. And if she didn't do something about it she'd never ever get to meet any really interesting boys. She was a virgin because her brother MADE her be a virgin. So, by golly, she'd make her brother TAKE her virginity. She reached between them, found the curved wonder and settled the tip in her pussy's mouth.

Then she looked her big brother right in the face and said ... "Yes ..."

And then she pushed.

"I ..." and she pushed harder.

"DO!" and she felt it begin to slip inside her.

Alexis had used tampons and had forgotten the pains she experienced when she first started inserting them, and the fact that they didn't hurt any more. His slim prick was loved by all those girls precisely because it would invade a tight pussy without causing so much discomfort. In the time between when she stopped licking up all his precum, he had leaked a lot, and it was doing its job of lubricating. Her own pussy had helped too, by making her slippery. Still, it was a tight fit.

She got about half of it in and then stopped, sitting on top of it. It felt ... different, but she knew she liked it already. Some instinct told her to keep him off balance. So she leaned forward to get face to face with him again. "There! Now I'm getting what Ms. Chung got." She wiggled her hips down, getting a little more of that bent cock in her.

"Why doesn't it hurt, Sam? You said it would hurt, but it doesn't, Sam. It didn't hurt Ms. Chung either did it, Sam. She loved it didn't she, Sam? Did she love fucking your cock, Sam?"

Sam's mind was about to blow. His sister's pussy was slipping over his cock and he already knew he was going to blow a load in her. It was going to happen any second now and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

And all of a sudden he didn't WANT to do anything about it. All of a sudden he wanted to do the same thing to her he had done to Linda Chung. His hips lunged up and he shouted, "YES SHE LOVED IT!!" And he started coming.



Alexis was surprised when his hips lifted off the bed and he shouted. Then she felt his cock slide all the way home, clear up inside her and she felt the hot fluid rush into her body. She knew he was shooting his stuff inside her and she thought of Ms. Chung, whose belly had swelled to the point she had trouble walking. There was a baby in there ... Chung's baby ... and for some reason that made Alexis feel hot. And now that same cock was spraying inside HER! "OH Sam...Oh baby...yes...yes...I feel it....Oh baby, shoot it in me....." She lay down on his chest as his cock continued to pump it's load into her.

Some time later she felt his hand stroking her hair. She lifted her head. She could feel the sausage, almost out of her now. She looked at her brother.

"That was a pretty stupid thing to do, you know," he said softly to her.

She lay her head down again on his chest and sighed. "I know." She raised her head again. "Are you sorry?" She searched his face.

"No," he said simply.

She smiled. "When you get better will you do it again ... like you do with the other girls?"

He smiled back. "Yes."

She lay her head down again.

"Goody."

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New Story begins when both Alexis and Sam were in the same college.......

Lucky Mascot

INTERLUDE

Ahh!!! So Shiok Ahhh!!! It sure feels good to let go and pump a nice, healthy load of cum into my sister Alexis. She's so soft and her pussy is sucking on my cock as it squirts. I can't tell you how good it feels.

OK ... I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that any brother who would climb between the thighs of his little sister and slide his big nasty boner into her poor little pussy ... and then CUM in that pussy ... is probably a BASTARD.

But it wasn't that way. Really! I HAD to do it! I had to do it for the team.
^^^^^^^^^^
Let me explain. Then you'll understand.

It all started when I went out for the football team at the College. It was my Senior year, and I'd never played before. Our team had a seven year losing streak going, and we were the laughing stock of the entire community. But I needed something on my resume for college to show that I'd participated in stuff, so I went out.

Turns out I have a flair for throwing the ball! Not only that, but I have a flair for throwing the ball right where it needs to be at any given time. So, after our pre-season practice, the coach put me in as quarterback. Let me tell you, it's a whole different thing to stand out on the field, with the lights on and know that it's all up to YOU to make things work.

There wasn't much of a crowd that first night. Some of the parents went to the games, to support their kids, but when you haven't won a game in seven years, people aren't beating down the gates to get in. On the very first play of my "career" I told John to run just as hard and fast as he could straight ahead. He did. I hit him clean. He caught it and was almost too surprised to keep running. Touchdown. Just like that. It was pretty cool.

Not only did we break our losing streak that night, we beat the number two team in the college doing it. You'd have thought we won world war three or something. Everybody and their mother wanted to talk to me.

After the game, and after all the hooplah died down and I was the last one in the locker room, Amber walked in while I was still in the shower. Amber is the head cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls in school. She was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She said she'd come to tell me how pleased she was that we had won the game. She was so pleased she said she was there to give me my reward.



Now all the time she was saying all this she was taking her clothes off. I thought it was some kind of joke, and that people would jump out laughing and pointing at my rod, which had stood right up as soon as she started getting naked.

But it was no joke. Amber made a nest on the floor with towels and tried to fuck my brains out.

Turns out I have a flair for something other than throwing a ball. I seem to have a gift for making girls very very happy too. By the time I could feel my jizz boiling up and was thinking about how it would be really smart if I didn't blow my cork inside the most popular girl in school, her fingernails were dug into my ass so deep that I couldn't move.



So I filled her full, and instead of screaming at me she started babbling that if I kept winning, she'd keep me in pussy for the whole year.

Well, that was fine with me. You see, up until I stuck my dick in Amber, I was a virgin, and I decided that I really liked this fucking business.

Anyway, she got the whole cheerleading squad together and somehow she made them promise that each time we won a game one of them would let me have one of them. I found out about this just before our second game.

Guess who told me.

You got it. My sister, Alexis.

See, she's on the cheerleading squad.

I'll never forget the conversation. I was doing homework in my room and Alexis sort of wandered in. That wasn't so strange. We got along pretty well. She was one of those beautiful girls that guys don't ever ask out because they're sure she already has dates booked up until she's about forty. Consequently, girls like that don't actually get asked out and a lot of them don't go on that many dates. And we had spent many a Friday and Saturday night playing board games, or watching movies or playing against each other in video games.

So when she walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed I looked at her and then went back to math.

Pretty soon she says "Sam, I need to talk to you about something."

So I rolled over on my side and said "What?" kind of impatient like. I had a LOT of math to get done.

"Amber told me what you guys did." She said this in a sort of flat voice that, over the years, I have learned means she's pissed off. "Actually she told ALL of us about what you guys did."

Now there's several things a guy can do in a situation like this. Most of us try playing dumb first. "What do you mean?" I asked, dumb like.

So then I find out that Amber got them all together and said that I was their lucky charm, and that she'd fucked a load out of me for good luck and that if we kept winning it was up to the girls to keep the luck going and so on and so forth.

So naturally I figured that this meant I was in deep trouble, because my sister wasn't impressed and was going to rat me out to our parents or somebody. I was so busy trying to think up some way of getting Alexis to stay quiet I almost missed it when she said "Amber says your cock is really long and you're really good with it."

Let me tell you, most guys will NEVER hear ANYTHING like that from their sister.

I was stuck dumb.

Then Alexis goes on to say "She says she came three times before you did." This was getting weirder and weirder.

I said "Alexis, this conversation is weirding me out."

She looks right at me, all serious like and says "The girls agreed to do it."

Wow. I was struck dumb again.

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Alexis stood up and I realized she was wearing a T shirt and panties. She always had worn that to bed, but suddenly I noticed it. She was still looking at me all serious. "So you'd better keep winning." And then she just walked out.

We won our second game by 23 points. They actually wrote it up in the Gazette. And after that game I got a visit from Nancy. This time they let me get out of the locker room. She was waiting for me at my car. She looked nervous. "Hey Sam" she said. I still didn't actually believe that all the cheerleaders had agreed to let me fuck them so I said "Hey Nancy. Need a ride or something?" I'd known Nancy pretty much all of my life. She was cute, but we'd never hung out together. "I'm ... um ... I'm your ... reward," she said. It was dark but I could still see her blush.

Now I'm NOT a rat bastard, regardless of what you may think. So, like a gentleman I said "Nancy, you don't have to do anything."

Imagine my surprise when she stuck her chin out at me and said "Samuel if you don't ... you know ... If you don't let me do this ... I'll never ever speak to you again!" I found out later she was afraid that if we didn't do the deed and we lost that she'd be thrown out of the squad or something equally stupid.



So, we went for a ride and ended up on a blanket in the hotel room. Once she got into kissing and petting she got pretty hot and the next thing I knew I was buried balls deep in her just like I had been with Amber.

Guys will say that pussy is pussy, but that's not true. Nancy's body was different than Amber's. Nancy was softer, and she was tight. Her hips acted different, bucking up off the ground in a way that made me actually bounce off of her. And even though Amber said she had three orgasms, I didn't know it at the time.

It wasn't that way with Nancy.

When she came anyone within forty feet would know. Anyway, I got close and groaned "Nancy, I'm close ... you want me to pull out?" She put her arms around me and said "NO! You have to leave it in. It's part of the deal."

So I pumped about a quart of my spooge into her pussy. I know there's a bunch of you out there saying that you CAN'T pump a quart in a girl - nobody even HAS a quart to pump. But it sure FELT like I was pumping a quart in her, and that's what really counts, isn't it?

I decided I really REALLY liked this fucking thing.

With Nancy I stayed there, cuddling a little bit. We talked some and I asked her what she meant about me staying in her when I came. She said that the rules were that each girl was only required to fuck me one time, and that they all felt like they could take a chance that one time. They even decided whose turn it would be each week by scheduling out all their periods, so that whoever might have to spread for me on a given night was in her "safe" time.

Sounds crazy, right? All teenagers are crazy. Adults say it's the hormones that make them that way. I think this time it was because these girls had a "good" excuse to be bad and they didn't want to miss it.

I pointed out to Nancy that there were only fifteen girls on the squad, one of whom was my sister, and there were fifteen regular season games, not to mention playoffs.

Nancy laughed and said "Don't get greedy Mr. big shot quarterback" There's pretty even bets that most of the girls won't have to do this at all." I reached for her saying "Don't count on it. I kind of like this whole "good luck" scheme."

But she slapped my hands away. "I wish we could Sam, but the rules are ... just once, right after the game. I don't want to be the one to break our luck."

Alexis was in my room again later that night. Turns out all the girls decided to wait around for ... whoever ... to make sure things happened like they were supposed to happen. And, naturally, Nancy and Amber had compared notes while all the others listened. Including Alexis. Nancy had been very impressed too.

So Alexis is talking about this, sitting on the edge of the bed again, in her T shirt and panties, and I noticed that my sister had nipples. I mean she'd always had them, right? But now I NOTICED them and they were sticking out, making bumps in her shirt. My cock actually started to get hard and I got embarrassed. I said "Alexis, this is crazy. Somebody's going to find out about this ... this ... I don't know what to call it ... but somebody's going to find out and then we're ALL going to get into big trouble."

Alexis just got up and started out of the room. Then she turned around and said "You just keep winning."

Our third game was a squeaker, but we won by a field goal. There were people in the stands that night. It was pretty cool. And after that game, Mindy.

Mindy is a tiny little thing. You know how sometimes they throw cheerleaders up in the air and then catch them? She's the one they throw because she's so small and light. She was actually sitting in my car when I got out of the gym. I got in and she said "You know the deal."

Like we were going for a coke or something.

She had keys to her uncle's gas station, which had a back room with a couch in it that folded down into a bed. She folded it down and started stripping. She was gorgeous, with flat boobs that had big nipples on them. She demanded that she be on top, but after she got me on my back she decided to suck on my rod for a while. Nobody had ever done that to me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt.

I said "OMG!!! Mindy, if you keep that up I'm gonna cum right away."



She whipped her mouth off of it and growled "You can't cum in my mouth you idiot". Then she squatted over me and went to work trying to get my cock into her pussy. Mindy was small everywhere, and there was a point in time when we both thought it just wasn't going to work. She'd bear down and my dork would bend.

Then she decided that if she just fucked the two inches she COULD get in for a while, that maybe she'd stretch. She was grunting and grimacing like it was terrible, but those two inches of pussy sure felt good, kind of like her mouth. I closed my eyes and within two minutes I felt the sperm rocket through my cock and out into her pussy.

The funny thing was that the reason she couldn't get it in was because she was in a hurry. It turned out she was a virgin, and, not having done this before, she was scared. Neither of us knew enough to think that she was dry. But when my spooge splattered into her, she got lubed up real fast. The next time she tried to slam down on my cock, it slid into her clear to her belly. She gasped "Ooof" and then made a kind of "Wahhhh" sound.

There were big tears in her eyes and I could tell it hurt her. So I pulled her down until those flat little titties of hers were lying on my chest and kissed her neck and told her how beautiful she was and how sexy she was. I think getting her weight off helped some, but when I started whispering to her and kissing her she got turned on. That did the trick and before long she was fucking me like a Rodeo girl. She only had one orgasm that night, but it was a doozy. Knowing the rules, and having just pounded a cupful of stuff in her, I didn't go for another cum.



Alexis came in that night too. Same thing. She sat on the edge of the bed and gave me the report on how I did. "You just about ruined that girl" she said in that level voice she'd taken to using around me on these after-game nights."

"I'm sorry." I said, meaning it. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't know she was a virgin, and it wouldn't go in her and ..."

"That's not what I mean, you idiot" she growled. "She says she's going to have to find her a boyfriend now cause she can't go without that from now on."

"Oh" I said, lamely.

We kept winning, and every time there was a willing cheerleader waiting for me after the game. I took to bringing along condoms, because I thought their rule was stupid, but not one of them would let me use one. They all said it would break the luck. There were a lot more virgins on that squad than I'd have believed. Everybody thinks that cheerleaders all fuck, but that's not true. Well it wasn't true then.

Anyway, I got pretty good at identifying them and knowing what to do to get them ready. And every night after "my reward" Alexis came in and told me how it went. The only one who bad-mouthed me was Ashley, who said that her boyfriend's cock was thicker and satisfied her better. None of the girls would speak to her for the whole week until we won the next game.

After our eleventh game, and after Maria nearly killed me with what I later learned was called a snapping pussy, when Alexis came in I finally got around to what had been on my mind the whole time. "Alexis?" I said.

She said "Yes?" Not "Yeah" or "What" or any of the other things a sister usually says when her brother calls her name. She said "Yes?" like she'd been waiting for me to call her name for hours and I finally did.

"Um, we have four more games to go." I said. "At least."
"Yes?" she said. It was that same kind of "Yes."

"Well, aren't we going to ... run out ... of cheerleaders ... so to speak?"
"No ... we're not," she said in that flat voice.

"But ... what about ... you?" I said.

She looked at me, sitting there in her T shirt and panties, with her perky little nipples poking out at me. "I'm a cheerleader, Sam."

"Yes" I said. "But you're my sister too."

"I'm well aware of that" she said as she got up and walked out of my room. Then, like always, she said "You just keep on winning." Then she said something else. "And let us worry about who's going to keep the luck going."

Well, we did keep on winning. It was a sensation for the town. Now after games there were reporters waiting to talk to me. Sometimes I didn't get out of the gym until late. But there was always a cheerleader waiting for me.

And then it was time for the last game. We were already a cinch for playing in the championships. We'd be in the playoffs even if we lost the last game. As we went out on the field I wondered who would be waiting for me after the game. Alexis was the only one left and I didn't think any of them would make her do that.

We won. Perfect season. Fifteen for fifteen. After the game there were the reporters. Then the coach wanted to take us all out for pizza. They had a bus waiting and the whole team got on it, including the cheerleaders. All of them. It was late when I got back to the parking lot. All the cheerleaders lined up to kiss me good night. But none of them got in my car.

I drove home alone.

I was reading a book, unwinding, when Alexis walked into my room. Our parents had gone to bed long ago, worn out from cheering at the game. I looked up when she came in. She was dressed like usual.

Except she wasn't wearing the panties.

This time she didn't say anything. The T shirt only came to her belly button, and that left everything else completely bare. And she WAS completely bare. Of all the cheerleaders who'd come to me, none of them had been shaved.

But Alexis was.

Part of my brain wondered when she'd done that. I could see her pouting little pussy lips, pressed together like they were protecting something.

A bunch of things went through my mind right then. First I thought about how she wasn't dating anybody at the moment. She'd gone out on lots of dates, but never had a steady guy. Then I thought about the possibility that she might be on the pill. Several of the other cheerleaders had been, but each and every one made me promise not to tell anybody. I didn't think Alexis was, though, because she hadn't been to a doctor for years. In that little town there was only one and it was pretty much impossible to go see him without it being common knowledge. Then there was the obvious fact that she was going to offer herself to me, like the others had. I didn't think she really wanted to, but, seeing that pretty pink pussy made my cock hard anyway. I was wearing gym shorts and the fact that it was getting hard was impossible to miss. It looked sort of like there was a little animal in my shorts crawling around. Alexis's eyes were glued there.

"You don't have to do this" I said, not meaning it, but saying it because I loved her and she had the right to back out.

"Yes ... I do" she said simply. She bent over and ran her hand over the front of my shorts like she was petting a dog or something. It stiffened even more.

Then she stood back up and pulled her T shirt off. "If you make fun of me I'll make it so you never have babies ... ever," she said in that serious voice. I think she was talking about the fact that she was small up top. She was probably a 34 B cup. Her nipples and areolas were so pale that you almost couldn't see them against her breast flesh.

But to me, she looked like the perfect woman. Everything about her screamed her sexuality. She was in shape and she had curves that were perfectly proportioned to her size.

"You're beautiful" I said, meaning it.

"Thank you" she said. Then she climbed up on the bed and kissed me.

Now, I had kissed all the cheerleaders. Some of them were better kissers than others, and some of them liked it more than others. But none of them reacted like Alexis. There was an urgency to her kiss that left me breathless. And she ... writhed ... that's the only word for it ... all over me, rubbing every part of her body against mine as she kissed me. Then she broke the kiss and was pulling at my shorts, almost ripping them.



My prick sprang free and she stopped, frozen as it bobbed in front of her eyes. "Ohhh Sam" she sighed. Her hand came up to it and wrapped around it gently. "It's so beautiful" she sighed. Her head bobbed down and she licked the tip. Then she kissed it on both sides and the tip, sticking her tongue out and tickling the very tip.

My hips arched up off the bed and I groaned. "Ohhh suck it, please Alexis."

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She kissed the tip again and lifted her head. "Not tonight. Later. Tonight is for the luck." Then she said "I want to be on the bottom ... here ... in your bed." She didn't sound too sure, but I got up and she lay down where the warmth of my body still was. She spread her legs and brought her knees up high, almost to her breasts, opening herself up wide. Her pussy gaped and I wanted to taste it. I had licked and sucked a couple of the other girls, later on in the season, after I actually thought of it. That was one of the things Alexis had talked about. The girls I had gone down on raved about how good it felt. And looking at her pretty pink split peach I wanted to taste her too.



I started down, but her hands caught my hair and pulled my face up by her breasts. "Later for that too Sam. I want you ... in me. Now. Please?"



So I mounted my little sister. As I crawled up and my cock tip nosed between those plump pussy lips I saw her hands were at her sides, fists clenched. She was stiff, but her hips were moving. It came clear to me in that second.

She was a virgin!!!



She was scared, but she was turned on too somehow. Realizing that my cock gave a lurch and a big bubble of thick precum seeped out. I pulled back just as it did and it gathered until there was a big glob that started to fall off. She and I both stared as it slowly dropped, stringing out, to land softly right in her open pussy lips.

She gave a shudder and moaned "Ohhhh please."

I honestly didn't know right then whether she meant "Please don't" or "Please do." But she was there, spread out for me, so I plugged it in and gave her the first inch. That popped the head just past her pussy lips, which stretched tight and then sealed around the neck of the glans. She was fiery hot, and nervous or not, she was wet.

"Sam?" she moaned.

She was going to tell me she'd never had a cock in her before.

"I know, baby." I said soothingly. "I'll go easy."

I was trying to go slow because even though I was past where her cherry had been, I knew she was being cruelly stretched. Her eyes were wide open as I eased those two inches in and out a few times.

"I used a dildo to break my hymen" she groaned.

"Several of the girls did after Nancy told us about how hard it was for her." She put her feet back down on the bed, her knees still wide. Her hips wiggled and I felt her thrust them up off the mattress.



I gave her another inch and she gasped.

"But it didn't feel like this."

I looked at her and it was obvious she wasn't sorry she'd let me do this.

I leaked another glob of goo in her pussy. I suddenly noticed that her nipples had gotten so long that they looked like tiny little fingers sticking out from her breasts. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth. I gave it an experimental suck and she just went goofy!



I felt her pussy spasm around the head of my cock and then loosen. So I pushed until it spasmed again. It clamped down on me so hard I had to stop, but then loosened up again, letting me get further into her. Two more of those rippling spasms and I felt my pubic bone mash into hers.

I was in - all the way in - balls deep in my baby sister.

I just stopped and let it soak. She was finishing up her orgasm and was sort of flopping around.

Later she told me that when I sucked on that nipple it was like a dam burst inside her and she was almost washed away by the intensity of the feeling. Her nipples are extra super sensitive and I've been able to give her orgasms just by playing with and sucking them alone.

But I'm getting ahead of the story.

She calmed down and her eyes focused and she looked up at me. I think I was just smiling down at her.

"Did you cum yet?" she asked, panting.

I shook my head and offered to take it out of her if it hurt too much.

"It doesn't ... hurt exactly" she said. "I just feel ... stuffed."

I told her I'd like to move a little and she said OK so I dragged it almost out of her and then slithered it back in. Her eyes got real big and she said

"Ohhh Sam, do that again."

So I did and on about the 7th or 8th time she shuddered again and her pussy started in rippling and squeezing again.

This time I was a lot closer and it worked on me, milking me, almost sucking my prick. I felt an explosion coming and I told her it was time. I knew I shouldn't fire that sucker off inside my sister.

But I wanted to so bad.

I said "Can I?" and she hissed, just like a cat "Yesssssssssss."

I drove it in and left it there, deep, the tip right beside the little door to her womb. My cock flexed and swelled as the first jet flashed through it. I could feel my balls scrunch up, like they were squeezing the cum out and into my penis. I almost cried as that first massive spurt left my cock and splatted into Alexis's sweet virgin pussy. Then I was the one who went a little crazy. I was trying to get even deeper into her as another six or seven strings of sticky white sperm flooded my sister's womb. I wanted to cum in her forever.

Finally I'd squeezed the last little bit of my spooge into her naked pussy and I was about to collapse. I started to pull out of her but her arms went around me and she whispered "No!, leave it in."

So I rolled sideways with her and she ended up on top. Her hair was all over my chest and neck and face, but I didn't care. I pulled a blanket over us and we fell asleep that way.

We kids always got up long before our parents. We'd learned years ago how to get our own breakfast and all that. So when my alarm went off and I woke up tangled up with warm naked girl, I wasn't worried. She woke up too.

She nuzzled my chest, kissing it and said "Thank you."

I was pretty surprised, with her being my sister and all, and a virgin to boot. I figured she'd be ready to get away from me.

I was wrong.

"I wish we could do it again," she said. "But one time is the rule."

I couldn't believe it.

"Are you telling me the girls know? I mean they said you had to do this?"

She nuzzled me again. "No. They said I didn't have to do it. Most of them volunteered to do it again when we ran out of girls. But I told them it wasn't worth losing the luck. I only told them I'd give you a hand job, or maybe a blow job. They don't know we ... did it."

"So why did we ... do it?" I asked.

She looked into my eyes. "I love you Sam.

It seems like I've loved you forever. You always cared about me and took care of me and shared things with me. And when those girls started talking about what a wonderful lover you were, I got ... jealous. I wasn't about to let them have something so wonderful about you and not get some of it for myself."

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Well, I talked them into letting you choose from now on. If you win, that is. You have to keep winning to get your reward."

"Well, I want to choose YOU." I said. I meant it too. "But I can't. It'd be all over school."

"Well, there's one other thing. All the girls were willing to take the chance once. Now they want you to wear a condom. Or they'll give you a blowjob or hand job if you want."

"Oh." I was disappointed.

It must have showed. She laughed at me.

"Look, you goose, all you have to do is choose one of the girls to go down on you. Then, after she's done and you're home ... who's to know?"

"You mean ...?"

"Oh yes!" she said in a husky sort of voice. "I'm not done with you yet. I've waited too long to have you and I'm going to have you lots more.

"But you just said only once. Just now. You said it was a rule." I whined.

"That's once right now ... as part of the luck for what you did last night. There isn't any rule about what happens in the future."

"Well, if you look at it one way, last night was the past, and right now is the future of last night, right?" I said hopefully. I had a morning woody and all I could think about was how perfectly wonderful it would be to slide it in her warm sucking pussy again.

She laughed. "Nice try buck-O. Get up and go for a run or something. You need to keep in shape for the playoffs."

She did give the tip of my cock a nice wet kiss before she left the room. I had to beat off and I bet it didn't take me ten strokes, just remembering the look of her naked back walking out of my door.

We won every game in the playoffs.

It was like I was living in a fantasy world. Not only did we play great football, but I got great sex too. I got blowjobs, sometimes from two girls at once. And every night, in the middle of the night after a game, I'd get to sink my fresh boner into my sweet sister's even sweeter pussy and pack it full of baby juice. I offered to use a condom with her, but she wouldn't do it. She said we were soul mates and she wanted my stuff mixing with her stuff, whatever the end result.

We won!!! We were a sports sensation, going from a 7 years straight losing streak to a no loss year and winning the championship. Alexis started going out with every boy in sight and, as boys will do, they all claimed to have scored with her. None of them even got close, but the story got around.

Which is why, when her belly began to swell it was no real surprise to anyone. She was a cheerleader, after all, and everybody knows about them, right? Well, I have to admit there was an eyebrow or two raised by a few of the other cheerleaders. It didn't take a genius to figure out that her due date was about nine months after the playoffs, and she had been assigned to keep the luck going about that time.

It was surely no surprise to us. I'd been packing her pussy plumb full of potent teenaged sperm practically every night for months. If she wasn't in my room climbing underneath me, I was sneaking into her room to mount her and plow her furrow until I erupted in her womb. So we both know who the father is.

She got an ultra sound last week. It's a boy!

She wants to name him Champ. How's that for goofy?

I got six letters from colleges that want me to play for them. Full scholarships, all of them, WITH a stipend for living expenses. One of them has apartments for married students and wives get three hours of free classes each semester. And all I have to do for all this is play ball. What a life.

I need to go talk to my sister about going up there with me to check it out.

But I don't think I'm going to introduce her as my sister.

The End

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New Storyline of Sex Education....

Like Father, Like Son
I grew up on a farm in central Malacca, which meant that I didn't get to see many folks very often. So it wasn't odd that my sister Christy and I were pretty close. She was two years younger than me, but that didn't mean a thing on the ranch. We both had chores and they were to be done. Period. If they were hard, or dirty, or whatever, that just plain didn't matter. You just did them.

Daddy had been raised in some kind of religious commune back east, and had come west when it got raided by the CIB for some reason. He didn't much like to talk about that part of his life. He met Mom there and they got married after they bought the farm.

You know how people who have been married a long time start to look alike? Daddy and Mummy were like that. If you didn't know them you might think they were brother and sister. She was a lot younger than him, though.

Around our place clothing was functional. What I mean by that was we didn't dress for fashion, but for whatever kind of thing we were doing. If you were going to be rustling steers out of the brush, you wore clothes that would protect you from the brush. If you were mending fence in the heat of the day, you protected yourself from the sun, but only wore enough to do that. So if you were at home, and the weather was nice, and you were doing homework or something, why wear clothes at all? And we didn't, mostly, around the house. Neither did Mom or Dad. So I knew what naked women looked like. I also knew that Dad got boners just like I did. But whenever he got one Mom would giggle and they would go off in the bedroom. When they came out he didn't have a boner any more, and it stayed down. Mine were another matter. Mine lasted a good long time unless I rubbed my dick and got it to shoot off. After about two or three times of doing that it would finally wilt a little.

We went to school by either getting on the school bus that came around at about five in the morning.

I never thought of us as being lonely, or stand offish, or whatever. We didn't see people much, and when we did there wasn't much to talk about. I found out later that lots of people thought we were shy or something. Like the time in my senior year when my friend Bobby told me I should ask Melissa to the School Dance. It was early September, and the weather was about as perfect as it can get in Malacca. I had never been on a date or anything, but I was interested in Melissa. So I went up to her to ask her, and all of a sudden I couldn't talk! It was the darnest thing. She was so pretty, and she looked at me with one eyebrow raised and a half smile on her face, like "What?!"

Finally I blurted out "Dance!" or something equally stupid.

She laughed and then got this funny look on her face. She looked me up and down and then said she could go to the dance with me, but only if I brought a bike to her house to pick her up and we can ride to the dance. She only lived about six or seven blocks from our place, and the school wasn't much more than two or three more, so naturally I said that will be fine. She walked up to me, real close, and put her lips about an eighth of an inch from mine and said "I'm looking forward to this, stud." And then I felt her hand brush the front of my jeans.

Well, let me tell you I sure knew what a "stud" was. The only problem was that I was about as virgin as it was possible to be and still know how to jack off.

So, naturally, when I got home from school that day I decided to talk to my Dad about this. I mean I knew he had all kinds of experience, what with his boners and Mom making them go away and all. I got my chores done quick. Christy was cleaning stalls in the barn, and Dad was doing something in the machine shop. So I went in there an told him my problem.

He stopped the drill press about halfway into my story about asking Melissa to the dance, and how she would called me stud and I even told him she did touched my dick, or at least my jeans right there where my dick was.

He looked me up and down, just like Melissa did and said "I hadn't realized you'd grown up so much Brad. I just plain haven't been paying attention for the last couple of years." Then he said "Your Mommies in town at a meeting and won't be back until late. Where's Christy?"

I didn't see as how it mattered where Christy was, or Mom either for that matter, but I told him and he told me to follow him. He took off to the barn like he had urgent business there. When he got there he went looking for Christy. It turned out she was done with the stalls and was up in the hay mow forking hay down into the stalls we used for our milk cow and any sick animals we might have around the place. He climbed up and I followed him.

He went over to Christy, who saw us coming and stopped, a question on her face. Daddy went up to her and said "Punkin, have any of the boys been asking you out for dates?"

Christy looked surprised and said "Rudy said he wanted to take me swimming some time out at the old strip mine, but I told him I couldn't because I don't have time. I have too many chores to do," she said pointedly, looking right at our dad.

Daddy said "Humpf!" and then, like it was the most normal thing in the world to say, he said "Skin down naked, Punkin, it's time I teach you and your brother about sex." Then he turned around to me and said "You too Brad ... get them off." And he calmly began to take his own clothes off too......

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Christy said "DADDY!" and he looked up. He already had his shirt off and his pants unbuckled.

He said "Punkin, do you trust me?" She just looked at him like he was stupid. "I mean do you believe I would ever do anything in the world to hurt you?"

Christy said "Of course not" and he got right in there behind her and said "Then get naked baby, because I'm going to teach you and Brad how to have good sex. It's past time you learned this." So Christy began to take off her clothes.

Now I have to tell you. Both Dad and I had seen Christy naked before. Plenty of times, in fact. And in the past, thought I'd enjoyed looking at a pretty naked girl - Christy WAS pretty - I hadn't thought about her in a sexual sort of way.

But now I did, and as she shed her jeans and shirt and then slipped out of her bra and panties, I found my penis getting stiff as heck. I glanced at Daddy to see if that was going to get me in trouble, and HIS was rock hard too!

Daddy got Christy and me to face each other. Then he started touching Christy all over. First he touched one of her pink nipples. "See here, Brad, you know what nipples are for, but they make a girl feel real good during sex if you know how to treat them." He looked at Christy. "And your job, Punkin, is to tell the man what you like and how you like it done. Let me show you." He leaned down and put his mouth over her breast, covering almost the whole thing. Then his cheeks caved in and I knew he was sucking.



Christy went "Ooooooooo" and her eyes got real big. "That feels real good Daddy" she said. I saw his jaws moving and realized he was chewing and sucking at the same time.



He changed breasts, during which he said "You have to suck them nipples gently and bite them even more gently, right baby?" He went to work on the other nipple. I stared, because that first one he'd been sucking on was a lot longer than it had been. It stuck out a good inch and looked thicker and darker.

Christy said "Oh yes, Daddy, you're doing it just right." She brought her hands up and cupped his head, pulling it toward her.

He stopped sucking for a few seconds and said "And while you're doing that, you have to get her pussy ready, so you stroke and play with it too." He went back to sucking on her nipples and slid his big meaty hand down her belly, dipping it between her legs.



Christy went up on tiptoes first, and then she sagged back down and her knees bowed a little, which opened her up some. Daddy slid one big finger right between her legs and I could see he was hooking it and then he pulled up. Christy's eyes got big again and she went "Ohhhhhh Daddy!" and her knees sagged some more before she finally moved one foot, spreading her feet about two feet apart. I could see Daddy's finger now and it was stuck way up in her and he was lifting on it, almost like he was trying to lift her off the hay with just that one finger. "OH DADDY!!!!" Christy yelled again.



Daddy was pushing her down on the hay now, where he'd kicked our pile of clothes to make a sort of bed. Now she flung her legs wide and I could see Daddy was rubbing her pussy right at the top. "Right there's her clitty, son, and that's what you want to pay lots of attention to." He pressed on it, and then flicked it with his finger back and forth and then he crawled down and sucked THAT into his mouth.

Christy went absolutely nuts. She began to make noises that sounded something like "UH ... Ahhhh...oh ... oh ... ohhhhh ... Uh.. uh .. um.. OH!. WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"



"That's the sound you want to hear Brad" he panted. He sounded like he was working hard or something. "And then you get your dick in her nice and deep."

And with that Daddy crawled right between Christy's thighs. His big old dick was sticking out something fierce, pointed right at two plump lips that were sort of open a little. He pushed the head of his dick right between them and, without saying a thing, he just sunk that bone right straight into her pussy!

Daddy went "Ahhhhhhh"

Christy went "AAAWWWOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!! THAT STINGS DADDY!"

Daddy just leaned down and kissed Christy, just like I'd seen him kiss Mom before. I thought it was just to shut her up - she was making a LOT of noise.

But as he did that he dragged his dick out of her and slammed it back in again. Christy was trying to make noises now, but couldn't because Daddy stuck his tongue into her mouth.

Again he pulled out and slammed it back in and then he started doing that over and over and over, almost with a rhythm. Finally he lifted his head up and gasped for air. Christy went "MMmmmmmm Daddy, that's starting to feel a LOT better."

Daddy was gasping now, like he'd had to chase down a dog on foot. "It's important (pant pant pant) that you skewer her deep (pant pant pant) and you got (gasp) to make sure (gasp) that the top of your dick rubs against her clitty. He kept sawing away. His dick looked really shiny now, like it was wet or something.

Christy was making those noises again and Daddy said "You got to get her off at least once before you shoot, son. That's only polite." Christy was definitely getting off. Now she was chanting "Don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop"



I said "Are you gonna shoot off inside her? Won't that make her pregnant?"

Daddy was breathing real hard now, and he just nodded. "Might" (pant pant pant) "Baby?" he groaned. Christy opened her eyes and he said "When was your last period Punkin?"

"Last week" she panted back.

"Oh" he grunted as her answer made his dick swell. "When you cum in her, remember the reason for doing all this is to make babies. That's what nature intended. So you have to go in deep" he shoved his rampant dick deep into his daughter "and hold it there" he froze as his rod belched its first shot of thick incestuous sperm "until all your sperm has been delivered right where it belongs" he gasped. His cock spat five or six more times as he tried his best to fertilize his daughter's egg.

Meanwhile, Christy was making even stranger noises. I heard something like "OH! I FEEL IT" and I think she said "Hot" and her arms went around Daddy and held him real tight. I thought about his sperm being in her, and her maybe being pregnant because of what he just did. "But Daddy, what if the girl is on the pill or something?"

Daddy was sagged over Christy now, panting like he'd run a long way fast. Her hands were sliding all over his back and she was kind of cooing at him and kissing him all over his face.

He lifted his head and said "That's fine. If she doesn't want to have your baby then that's fine. He looked down at Christy. "Um .. I guess we should have asked Christy first" he said. "But I sort of got carried away. Yeah, you should always ask her first before you shoot off in her pussy."

He pushed himself further up and then stood back, dragging his spent dick out of Christy's pussy. She lay there, all spread out, limp and I stared as her pussy mouth filled up with thick white goo. It got more and more full until some went over the rim and began dripping down toward her ass. Her pussy lips were all red and shiny and her nipples stuck way out from her breasts, and they were thick and dark red looking instead of the pink they started out. She looked up at me with her eyes half open. My cock was just flat rock hard and was sticking out straight at her. I hadn't noticed, but sometime along the way a big drip of that white stuff had leaked out of the tip and was hanging there, about to fall off.

Christy said "Daddy? Don't you think that Brad should practice some? I mean you showed him and all, but he should practice it too, don't you think?"

Daddy looked down at her and then at me and laughed. "Climb aboard, Brad. Never keep a hot woman waiting for a hard dick."

I was nervous. What if I did it wrong? What if Christy said she didn't like it with me? I shifted from foot to foot and Christy held up her arms. "Come here Brad".

So I crawled up there between her legs. She put her hand down there and grabbed my dick. That enough felt good, seeing as how nobody else had ever touched my peter but me. And she seemed to know exactly what to do with it, because she bent it and her other hand came up behind my butt and she dug her nails in and pulled.

I was built a little different than my father. He was sort of thick in the cock, but not too long. I was a lot longer, maybe two inches longer, and I was slimmer too. But that didn't seem to make a difference at first. There was no friction at all. One minute my cock was hard and straining in the open air, and the next I felt heat envelop my rod. Wet heat.

It was fabulous. Christy must have liked it too because she went "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as I slid into her. The tip of my cock hit something spongy feeling and stopped. I looked down and saw there was still at least an inch left outside of her. I had seen Daddy pull out and push back in, but it felt so good in there that I didn't want to pull it out. Instead I kept pushing harder and sort of wiggled my hips back and forth sideways. Christy liked that too, cause she started making those high whining noises that Daddy said meant she was having an orgasm.

I felt something kind of kissing the tip of my prick way up inside her and that was wonderful too. I kind of poked and prodded at that spongy thing and then I felt an opening of some kind. So I gave a lusty shove and the last inch of my cock sunk in her. She squealed and her legs started flopping around.

I looked down, and there, right in front of me, was one of those long thick nipples of hers. I wanted to taste it, so I sucked on it. As soon as I gave it a good suck I felt Christy's pussy clamp down on my prick. I couldn't have moved it one way or the other if my life had depended on it.

Then her pussy rippled! I swear, that's what it felt like. It was the same kind of action I use when I milk the cow. Her pussy started milking my dick, just like that. That was so fantastic that before I knew it I felt the first shot of my juice rocketing through my cock. It slammed out and into her. Then I wanted to pull back, because I wanted to ram it in her as hard as I could. I did that and felt that tight little inner mouth slide all over the tip of my cock. I shoved it back in there and let fly six or seven healthy strings of what I knew was the sticky/slippery white stuff that was my sperm. Again Christy moaned about feeling it all hot and wet inside her, and I suddenly realized I hadn't asked her if I could shoot in her and make her pregnant.

"Christy ..." I groaned. "I'm sorry honey, I forgot to ask first." My cock gave her another dollop of cream.

It's Ok, Brad" she huffed, slamming her pussy up against mine. "You can ask me next time." She grunted as she tried to make her pussy slide up even more onto my exploding cock. "Do you think maybe you could suck on my nipples some more?" she panted. I was most happy to oblige.

Well, the dance came and I collected Melissa at her house with an extra horse for her. I found out why she wanted to ride in short order. We weren't a mile from her house when she started grinding her jeans-clad pussy into the saddle and had herself a nice little cum. If it hadn't been for Daddy teaching me and Christy, I'd have never known what she was doing, but I could recognize a girl cumming just about instantly now.

In those parts we had mostly barn dances, so jeans and boots was standard. We did some rock and roll and some slow dances, but there was a lot of country dancing too. The sad thing was it turned out Melissa was what they call a cock tease. She like to get me going, but if I let my hands wander she'd slap them and hiss "Not here".

So when we were on the way home I suggested that we weren't there any more, and that I'd sure like to see what those nice soft breasts she'd been pressing against me all night looked like. I don't think she was expecting me to be that bold, but I had a new-found confidence that came from the look of gratitude in my sister's eyes as her pussy milked my cock of its manly load. Anyhow, she muttered and made excuses and stuff until I finally figured out that she wasn't wanting to do anything except maybe kiss a little. I was some unhappy. My balls were aching a little, and I WOULD like to have seen those soft pillowy tits she had.

But my Daddy taught me to be a gentleman, so I took her home and gave her that kiss that seemed to be just enough for her. It was all kind of a let down and I was pretty bummed out when I got home. Christy heard me ride in and came out to help with the second horse. I told her what had happened while we rubbed the animals down and put them in stalls. When we got done she took my hand and dragged me toward the stairs up to the hay mow, saying "Well, she might not show you hers, but I'll sure show you mine, if that's OK."




It was. In fact, I had more fun in the next half hour than I'd had all night. Christy was an appreciative lover, and while I was licking and sucking her sweet pussy she kept telling me how great I was, and how wonderful it felt. She confessed that Daddy had taught her how to suck cock, and she wanted to show me. That was something pretty special, but she said she didn't want me to cum in her mouth. She said that she didn't mind the taste, but she'd rather have it up in her pussy. She said that felt the best of all. So I plugged it into her and reamed her out nice and long. I found out that if I nibbled on her nipples while I stuck my cock through that inside mouth I'd found before, she'd have two or three orgasms one right after another. I had to quit because she couldn't breathe.

Then, nice and proper, I asked her permission to shoot off in her and maybe make her pregnant. Just as sweet as can be she said "Please do, Bradley."

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I did. In fact I did it then, and then later that night in her bed too, after the folks were asleep and I snuck in there. I liked the bed better, but I forgot one thing.



Christy makes a lot of noise when she cums. And I mean a LOT of noise. Earlier that day, in the barn, it hadn't sounded so loud, I guess.



Anyway, I was right in the middle of squirting my sisters soft hot pussy all full of spunk when all of a sudden the door slammed open and our Mother was standing there.



She had this wild sort of look on her face, like she was expecting to find blood everywhere or something. I'm telling you Christy REALLY yells. She took in this big breath of air and I thought we were goners when Dad showed up right behind her and his hands came around her and cupped her titties through her nightgown.

As he pulled her back out of the room I heard him say: "Come on little sister ... don't be upset. You know how it is ... like father ... like son."



Since then I haven't had the urge to ask those silly girls out any more.



I've got Christy, and she's really all I need.

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New Storyline to add....First Date

An angry Chrissy reflected on how she was 16 years old and she hadn't been on a single date.

It wasn't because she was unpopular. Lots of kids at her school liked her and wanted to be around her.

It wasn't because she was ugly. Her 5" 6" frame supported breasts that were a handful each, tipped with sharp little pencil eraser sized nipples just made to suck on. Below that were her thin waist and hips that any baby-bearing woman would love to have. Her cute little pussy lips were pink and plump and nestled just below fine wisps of black pubic hair. Her face was gorgeous. She was a knockout.

No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was because of her father, one Stephen Lye by name.

He wasn't mean or anything. He just remembered what he tried to do with 16-year-old girls when he was, say 14 through 20. For that matter he lusted after Chrissy's friends regularly and would gladly plow their sweet teen furrows if it didn't mean he would end up in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time ago that she wasn't going to be exposed to groping strangers out for a quick fuck and then on to the next girl.

To be fair, any boy she wanted to spend time with was welcome to come to the house and they could watch TV, or make something to eat, or play board games on the dining room table. Anything except be alone, especially in a bedroom.

Adding to the problem was Chrissy's brother Samuel. He was 18 and a tackle on the football team. He was a big, big boy and nobody wanted to mess with him. He made it known when Chrissy was just a freshman that any guy who messed with his sister sexually was dead meat. Period. He was encouraged in this attitude by his father. Chrissy had no mother to intercede for her. Her mother had run off with a biker gang when Chrissy was only three.

The end result of all this "protection" by her father was that he had erred in his judgment - seriously erred.

For, you see, Chrissy had no experience with groping boys at all. She had never been kissed, never been petted and for sure had never had a boy's mouth or fingers anywhere near her sweet little pussy. No boy even tried to sneak off to a dark corner with her. They danced with her - properly apart from her soft body, of course. But they never tried to get in her panties. And, because of this, she just flat didn't believe that boys really tried to do any of those things. As far as she was concerned, it was all a big fairy tale her father had concocted just to justify his stupid rules.

She had just told him that, in fact. She had told him in a loud voice that some might even have called a scream. Her face was red, and her delightful bosom was heaving. Her father was sitting in his lounger with a smug look on his face. He knew what boys tried to do.

"Chrissy, darling," he said calmly. "I know what boys want to do to you, because I was a boy once upon a time and I tried all the things that boys always try with girls. I tried the lines, I tried getting them drunk, I tried begging for sympathy - all of it. And I got my dick wet plenty, I'll tell you that!" He jerked his head, somewhat startled that he had admitted that to his nubile teenage daughter.

"Oh bullshit!" Chrissy yelled. "Just bullshit, Daddy. Boys don't want those things anymore. Maybe they did when you were young, but boys are polite nowadays, since women's lib and all that stuff. You're old fashioned Daddy and it's not fair. I don't get to do anything!" she wailed.

Stephen frowned. "Chrissy!" he barked. "That will be enough of that kind of language. I'm not wrong about this and I think I can prove it."

"Oh reeaaallly," Chrissy drawled. "I would like to see that, Daddy. I really would."

Stephen thought for a minute. "All right. But you have to do whatever I say, okay?"

Chrissy was puzzled. She always did what her father told her to. "What do you mean?" she asked warily.

"I think I can prove to you what boys want, and what that causes girls to want, but you'll have to do some things that you might not otherwise be willing to do," he said, like that explained everything. "Look," he said impatiently. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, Daddy," she said.

"Okay, then, just keep on trusting me, even if it seems weird, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," she said.

"Sam!" yelled her father.

A distant call came back "What?"

"Come down here!" yelled her father.

A moment later Sam, came bounding down the stairs. He was dressed in the usual, sweat shorts and a tank top.

"What's up Dad?" he said. He nodded to Chrissy.

"I need you to do something for me," he said. "I want you to tell Chrissy ... I mean us, what goes through a boy's mind when he's on a date with a girl he likes."

"Um ... I don't understand," said Sam.

This wasn't technically true. Sam pretty well knew what he thought about every girl he took out. He hoped each one would turn out to be a cumslut who would spread her legs for him without asking. Why else would a guy take a girl out? But he didn't think that's what his father wanted to hear. And, since he didn't know the right answer to the question at hand, he played the ignorance card.

"Chrissy doesn't believe that boys she goes out with would actually want to have sex with her," said Stephen.

Two things happened almost instantly for Sam. First, all the times Sam had tried to peek at his sister, to see her naked, and all the times he had furiously beat his meat while thinking about her naked, flashed through his mind. He knew how desirable she was as a woman. And he was her brother!

Second, he couldn't help but reflect on the mental image that came to his mind concerning the concept of "boys wanting to have sex with Chrissy". In this case, the last boy Sam had seen Chrissy with came to mind. That was Mark, who bragged about what a fabulous cocksman he was. The fact that Mark was only with Chrissy because she stopped to help him pick up some spilled papers didn't come into play.

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What Sam visualized was Mark, hunched between Chrissy's wide spread legs, while his ass bobbed up and down and his undoubtedly nasty cock slithered in and out between his sweet sister's pussy lips.



In short, Sam got horny and pissed at the same time. He laughed a dark laugh.

"That's stupid," he said. "Every guy who ever looked at you wanted to get in your pants."

"That's not true!" squealed Chrissy, her eyes wide at how crude Sam could be.

"That's what we're trying to tell you, honey," said her father in his reasonable voice. "Men are built to want to have sex with beautiful girls. You are a beautiful girl. Ergo, men want to have sex with you. Boys too," he added.

Chrissy didn't believe it for one minute. She had an idea. "All men?" she said, acting like she might believe it.

"All men!" said her brother and father together.

"So ...." she preened. "You have wanted to have sex with me too?" She clasped her hands behind her butt and grinned at her father. "I mean you are a man, right? And you did say all men," she finished triumphantly.

She turned on her brother. "And you too!" she giggled now. "Obviously you too have been practically consumed with lust for your dear sister." Now she laughed out loud.

Then she stopped.

Neither man was laughing with her. In fact, both looked decidedly guilty!

"You'll never believe me until you see it for yourself," said her father. "So, you and Sam are going on a date. Tonight. And I'll be with you, but I won't say anything, unless you two are supposed to do something and I see you aren't doing it. Okay? It will be a pretend date, but Sam will show you what boys do on dates with girls. Then you'll understand," he said with finality in his voice.

"But Sam's my brother!" said Chrissy.

"And Chrissy's my sister," said Sam, somewhat unnecessarily.

"That's right, and that's the only reason I'm allowing this," said Stephen. "You must be made to understand how dangerous it is out there. Now. Both of you. Go get dressed for your date. Each of you choose something you'd like to wear on a date with someone you really like."

Both teens trudged off muttering about stupid ideas. Stephen went to each room to ensure that his orders were followed. He went to Sam's room first. "Sam, I want you to pretend she's just another girl you met at school. Treat her just exactly like you'd treat any other girl. Okay?"

"Sure Dad," said Sam, while mentally saying, "With you watching ... right."

Then Stephen went to Chrissy's room. He walked in to find her dressed only in her panties.

"Daddy!" she yipped and covered her precious breasts with her dainty hands.

"Oh! Sorry, sweetheart," he said, looking at the floor. "I know Sam is your brother, but I want you to pretend he's some boy you wish I would let you go out with. And dress like you were going out with that boy, not Sam." Then he left, before she could see the tent in his pants. While that might have supported his contention about "all" men, he was a little embarrassed about it right then.

Sam got back to the living room first. He had on his team sweats. They were talking about football when Chrissy started down the stairs. Both men looked up and their jaws dropped. Chrissy was dressed in a micro skirt with a matching halter top. The halter top had a deep vee that dropped well below the mid point of her breasts, ensuring that everyone knew no bra of any kind was involved in this outfit. Sandals completed her ensemble.

Quite suddenly Sam didn't have very much trouble at all pretending this was just some girl he was taking out on a date.

"Wow," he said. "You look hot!" He flinched and looked at his father out of the side of his eyes, but his dad was staring at Chrissy too.

"Yeah," said Stephen in a dull voice. Then he shook his head, as if trying to drive some thought out of it. "Okay, now you guys have already had dinner. Where would you take her now, Sam?"

Sam knew he would try to get his date out at the beach, where it was quiet and remote and romantic. But he couldn't say that in front of his dad. "I'll uh drive around. I guess."

"Okay then," said Stephen. "Let's go." They went out and got in the car. Chrissy and Sam in the front, and Stephen in the back seat. Sam started driving. He didn't know where to go since he couldn't go to the beach. He was getting frustrated. He could be out with a real girl tonight, but he was stuck with his sister. He glanced at her. Her micro showed her legs almost clear to her pussy. He gulped. She scooted over and leaned one hot breast against his arm. It felt soft.

"Aren't I supposed to sit here, beside you?" she asked in her sweet voice.

"Uh, yeah ... sure," he said. This was crazy. They will be out here for hours. He decided to call his father's bluff. "Actually, I would be taking my date out to the beach. There's this cool place where I take the girls. You know, to talk ... and stuff."

"Now that's more like it," said Stephen. "Let's go."

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Sam thought about what was happening as he drove. He did tried to call his father's bluff, but his dad seemed to be pushing them toward something he could dreamed about occasionally as he beat off. That was petting his sister and getting to see her naked. He felt his prick begin to fill with blood. Who knew what might happen? He would just ride along and see. They got to his favorite spot and he parked, turning off the lights. He already had the radio on and he got out his favorite make-out CD and put it in the player. He sat there, not knowing what to do.

"See? This isn't so bad, Daddy," said Chrissy. "I still don't understand what all the fuss is about."

Stephen leaned forward from the darkness in the back seat. "Sam, is that all you do when you bring a girl out here? You just sit?"

"Well no," said Sam. "I usually try to ..." He dropped off. He didn't want to admit that he usually tried to get into the girl's panties.

"What do you try to do Sam?" said his dad. "Come on. Chrissy needs to know."

"Well I kiss them ... and touch them ..." He didn't add, "if they'll let me."

"Okay then, get to it. Show her what boys do."

Sam couldn't cope with the stress. He was trying to be two people at the same time.

About then Chrissy tipped her head up and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you going to kiss me Sam?" She was trying to call someone's bluff too.

So Sam kissed her. In his confusion, he kissed her like he did kiss any girl. Definitely not like he kiss his sister. But she felt like a girl, and she smelled like a girl and within 15 seconds she was kissing like she had done it plenty of times.

As for Chrissy, when her brother kissed her like that, like they did in the movies, she felt weak all over. It made her feel funny in her stomach. No, not in her stomach, but down there somewhere. She decided she liked this kissing stuff. When she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, all slippery and smooth, the feeling "down there" got more intense.

When she kissed him back, and gave him some tongue in return for his own, Sam went on auto pilot. His hands began to stroke her back, moving to her arms, caressing her hair. Now he kissed her cheeks and neck, nibbling on her ear lobe. She shuddered, a good sign, and he kissed her again as he decided to see what her young breasts felt like.

When Sam's hand came around her elbow and cupped her breast through the halter top, Chrissy almost stopped breathing. What was he doing? Boys weren't supposed to do that. She broke the kiss. "Sam!" she said.



"Aw, come on. I won't hurt you. You just look so hot and you feel so soft."

He went back to kissing her.

Chrissy felt all muzzy inside. She felt a thrill shoot through her when he said she looked hot. And his kisses were so wonderful. What could it hurt to let him feel her boobs a little? When his hand slid over her breast again, she pressed it into his hand. It did feel good. She was enjoying a kiss when she realized his fingers were pinching and rubbing her nipple. And that felt really good. Then, somehow, his hand slipped inside her halter top and now he was fondling her naked breast. Now he thrummed her nipple. She felt a sharp stab of pleasure between her legs. She thought that was very odd, but if felt good too.

"Chrissy?" he said as they paused to breathe.

"Hmm?" she said back.

"Can I see them?"

She knew exactly what he was talking about, because his hand was still there, still squeezing and roving around her breast. He had got in through the side of the halter top. But she wanted to tease him for some reason.

"See what Sam?" She arched her chest, pushing the breast into his hand.

"I want to see your titties," he said. "I bet they're beautiful."

"You've seen my boobs before, you ninny," she giggled. "Remember that time when I was in the shower and you had to pee so bad and you couldn't wait and you barged in? You saw them then."



"Yeah," he said. "But I never got to really look at them."

"Chrissy," said their dad, startling them both. They had forgotten he was back there. "Take off your top. That's what the boys will want you to do on dates."

Chrissy reached behind her neck and untied the knot in the halter top. It slipped down her chest and her perfect pale orbs were exposed.

"Oh shit," said Sam. "They really are beautiful." Then his head dipped and he sucked in a nipple.



"Sam!" his sister squealed. "You can't ... ohhhhhh ... you shouldn't ... ummmmm ... oh, Sam, that feels nice." She lay back as his mouth made love to one and then the other turgid nipple. This was really nice and it kept making her pussy feel so warm and wet, just like when she was washing it extra good in the shower.

Sam started running his hand from Chrissy's knee up her thigh and then back down. Her skirt was so short he could almost touch her panties without going under the skirt at all. Her legs weren't closed, but they weren't gaping open either. He let his hand go higher ... higher ... higher ... and then he hit panties.

Chrissy felt his hand moving all over her thighs. It was a new feeling. It was nice, but scary at the same time.

"Sam? What are you doing now Sam?" she said breathlessly.

"I'm just feeling you a little," he said and went back to licking and sucking her nipples.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that, Sam," she sighed. "You shouldn't touch me ... there."

There was a gasp from the back seat, and the sound of a zipper being drawn. Her father's voice was clear when he spoke. "Chrissy, you're here to learn what boys want. Whatever he wants to do, you let him. You need to know what things feel like."

Sam's hand immediately rose to cup her pussy through her panties. He pressed his fingers into her sex and rubbed them in a slow circle.



Chrissy gasped as her brother's hand slapped against her pussy. No boy had ever touched her there, and it felt different. Then he rubbed and electricity shot through her, only this time it went from there to her nipples! She spread her legs almost unconsciously, to give him more room. Now he lifted his head and kissed her again, a long tongue swapping kiss as he rubbed her. Her pussy felt hot ... sticky ... good. She knew he was going to slip his fingers into her panties ... knew he was going to touch her pussy with his fingers. She knew her pussy would make his fingers wet.

She couldn't wait.

She spread her legs wider.

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Sam was very excited. His dad had said she had to do what he wanted. He knew it wasn't fair, but he was going to take advantage of it. And when Chrissy spread her legs for him he knew she was getting off on this too. She was giving him permission. He took it. His hand slid up, his fingers dipped into the top of her panties. Suddenly her butt lifted off the seat of the car. He felt her moving and he felt the panties sliding down her thighs. He helped and soon they were at her knees, then her ankles. She didn't kick them off, but flopped her knees apart instantly. His fingers found slick, hot, luscious, excited pussy when he slid them back up. Without thinking he slipped his long middle finger into her molten slot and probed. She was tight. Of course she was tight. She was obviously a virgin. He felt for her hymen at the mouth of her pussy. Nothing. He didn't know how she had lost it, but it wasn't there. He got the tip in her to the first knuckle. Then he pushed and his finger slid all the way in her.



"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Ohhhhhhh Sam, I can't believe how good that feels." Sam slicked his finger out and back in several times. Chrissy sighed and her hips started wiggling. "Ohhh yes. Can you make it go deeper?" she sighed. There were definite rhythmic sounds coming from the back seat now, light slapping sounds. "I can't imagine anything feeling better than that," she said.

"There is one thing," her brother grunted. "I mean I did it with Judy Ong one time and she said she had never ever felt anything that good in her whole life."

"Ohhhhhh what did you do?" asked Chrissy, lolling her head back and forth on the seat back.

"Well, I put my cock in her," he wiggled his finger in her pussy. "There, where my finger is."

"Ohhh we couldn't do that," she said. "That would be fucking. And I might get pregnant."

"Oh, I would never make you pregnant," he said. "I would only shoot practice stuff in you." He used the same line he'd used on Judy Ong. She would known he was full of shit, but had let him anyway.



"You can do that?" she panted, getting excited now. "You can control whether it's real or just practice?" Obviously his sister didn't know he was full of shit.

"Sure," he said, as if he believed it himself. "It's hard to learn, but I got the hang of it, and now it's easy."

Chrissy thought she heard a snort from the back seat.

"Well, we can't, because there's no room," she said.

"I brought a blanket," he said confidently.

They scrambled out of the car. Sam opened the trunk and got out a big soft blanket that he spread out on the ground. Chrissy stood in the warm night air, her white breasts plainly visible. She bent over and slipped her mini down her thighs. She stood there naked, uncertain, nervous.

"You're so beautiful," Sam said softly. She smiled tentatively. He took his shirt off, and then dropped his pants, stepping out of them. He kicked off his shoes and pants at the same time. Then he bent over and took off his briefs. When he stood back up his penis stuck straight out from his body, pale in the moonlight. It was slim, long, tapered. It was small at the tip, and got bigger and bigger and bigger toward the base.

"See what you do to me?" he asked. He sounded almost proud.

"That won't fit in me," said Chrissy, completely sure. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Yes it will," said her father, as he got out of the back of the car. He stood there, leaning against the car. "It will fit. It was made to fit."



"I'll go slow," said Sam. He reached down and stroked his hard cock a couple of times. "I'll stop if it hurts."

"Promise?" she asked in a little voice.

"Promise," he confirmed. He held his arms out and she accepted his hug. His penis poked her in the abdomen. He reached down and bent it downward, shoving it between her legs. Then he held her close and kissed her deeply again. He moved his boner slowly back and forth, making it rub against her pussy lips.



Chrissy got a weak feeling in her knees as she felt her brother's stiff penis rubbing her pussy lips. His kisses were so hot. She was panting. He was pushing her down, lying down beside her, slipping his finger in her pussy again. She splayed her legs wide open now, kissing him back. Now he was rolling over, halfway on her as he crawled between her wide spread thighs. His finger slicked in and out. Then something else was pushing at her. Was it his cock? Whatever it was it felt good.

Pressure.

Stretching ... her pussy lips were stretching.

It didn't hurt, exactly, but there was a lot of pressure. Now there was something deeper. It was going as deep as his finger had, but it was bigger, lots bigger.

"Wait," she panted.

He stopped immediately.

She squirmed a little, trying to ease the pressure. He sucked in a nipple while he was waiting. The pleasure shot to right where the pressure was and she felt her muscles relax. She tensed them again, pleased to have found some new muscles she didn't know she had. Then she relaxed them intentionally. Her brother groaned!



"Is something wrong?" she panted.

"No. Can I please push again?"

She nodded and then realized he couldn't see her that well. She put her hands on his butt and pulled.

Sam almost came when her pussy relaxed and then squeezed his dick. He gritted his teeth and the urge passed. Then she put her hands on his butt and pulled. She had gotten lots more open all of a sudden. He slid in another three inches as her hands pulled at him.

She was so hot and slick and she wanted his prick in her.



He blew his cork. He groaned and instinct made him thrust. He only had 2 inches to go and his pubes slammed into hers as his penis spat its first long slippery rope of semen.

"Ohhh fuck," he groaned and his rod rapidly pulsed 4 more times. Each time a shot of cum splashed up against her cervix. It pooled there, with nowhere to go. Then, as he pulled back a little and pushed again, he created pressure and that pressure blew all his cum up into her womb.

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Chrissy couldn't believe how the pressure had turned into something else. Her brother's penis had looked smooth and straight, but with it up inside of her she could feel bumps and lumps all over it. They rubbed the inside of her pussy in the nicest way. She thought she might pass out, it felt so good. Then, just as a different kind of pressure started to build, a pressure that felt like it was going to make her fly apart, he grunted and she felt his warm wet offering being pumped into her belly.



Sam was done. His dick was already getting smaller and he pulled it out of his sister with a squelching wet sound as he rolled sideways onto his back.



"Sam!" she said, her voice rising. "No ... Sam .. don't stop now. We're not done yet Sam!" she said. She knew she had been so close to something new, something fabulous, something really wonderful. She ached with the need to find out what that was.

"Boys!" came the disgusted voice of her father. He was walking toward them now. His hands were moving at his waist. "Don't worry baby, I'll help you," he said as he unbuckled his belt.



"Daddy, I feel so ... " she said as she writhed on the blanket, spread out before him. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight. It was matted and white with her brother's spend.



"I know sweetheart. He left you hanging. I'm going to help you honey." He crawled between her legs. He kissed her. Like in the movies. He was a better kisser even than Sam! She felt something blunt at her pussy mouth. She knew it was his cock. As he pushed into her, she thrust her hips up off the blanket, trying to make her pussy climb up her daddy's penis. It was bigger than Sam's, but she was very slick now, and, except for the pressure again, it went in without too much trouble. It went deeper too. It pushed against things up inside of her.

Stephen savored the feel of his cock buried in sweet hot teenage pussy. There was just nothing better than sweet young pussy. He hoped he could control his own orgasm. He needed to make her cum, hopefully more than once. If he did, he would be able to come back to her and she would happily let him do it again.

He began stroking his boner in and out of his daughter. He made sure it scraped along her clitty. He could only made 7 or 8 strokes when she had her first orgasm.



Just as soon as her daddy put his big old cock in her pussy all the way, Chrissy knew that the feeling she was looking for would come back. Her daddy did it different than Sam. He moved it in and out. And when he did she felt the most amazing thing. It was at the top of her pussy, and it was a feeling that she thought might make her scream.

The pressure was back.

It got bigger and bigger and bigger until she couldn't hold it in any more. Then she shuddered and her whole body felt like it was on fire and in ice water at the same time. It started in her pussy as a big warm ball of fire and then shot out to the rest of her like fireworks. She couldn't talk.

"Uhhh. Unnggg ... Ahhhh ... Daddy ... Ohhh .. Ummm ... Ahhh ... AAHHH ... AHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" she wailed.



She felt the feeling fade away a little bit, but her daddy kept pounding into her and it started coming back again. She tripped into a second orgasm, just as intense as her first. She gasped for breath and made blubbering sounds. Her head flailed back and forth on the blanket until her face was covered with her hair. It just felt too good to describe. And it was coming back again!

Stephen slammed her through 3 orgasm before her hands began pushing at him, flailing weakly. She was gasping. "No more ... Daddy ... please ... I ... can't ... breathe ..." He slid in tight and stopped, to let her breathe. Her pussy fluttered weakly around his cock. She felt good and he liked soaking in her hot box.

He wanted to cum, though. Her pussy nipped him as she flexed her newfound muscles.

"Can you do that again, Baby?" he asked her. "Can you squeeze me?" She did, once long and hard, and then again, short. "Ohhhh baby," he said in a throaty voice. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."

Chrissy felt much better. Since he'd stopped moving in her she had a chance to catch her breath. "Can you cum with practice sperm too Daddy?"

Stephen grinned. He knew without a doubt that either he or his son would be knocking Chrissy up good an proper within 2 or 3 months. She was a super good fuck and he intended to pack her with baby batter daily all by himself. He suspected Sam would be sniffing around her pussy too.

"Sure, baby," he said. No sense making her tense. She began to flex and loosen those new muscles and it was like being milked.

"Okay, daddy," she said. "You can shoot your sperm in me."

Just that statement made his balls jump and started his baby makers on their way toward his daughter's uterus. He had enough control to force almost all of his cum into two massive jets that blasted out of the tip of his penis like water out of a super pump-up water cannon. He jammed his cock deep and put the tip right at her cervix and let his seed flow.



Again Chrissy felt the wet heat that was a man trying to impregnate her. This time she recognized it for what it was. Her daddy was cumming inside her pussy. She loved that feeling. It felt all warm and nice and close. She decided she would see if maybe her Daddy would cum in her again.

Stephen drained himself and eased his prick out of Chrissy. They got dressed and drive back to the house more or less in silence, each with his or her own thoughts. When they got home, though, Chrissy held her father's hand as they went in the house. "Daddy? Could I sleep in your bed tonight?"

Stephen smiled. "Sure, baby, but I might try to help you again during the night. Like on the blanket."

"That would be okay," she said.

Later, in bed, after she had cum 3 more times and he had fucked another cup of his potent sperm in her teen pussy she kissed him and said, "So all the boys want to do that on dates?"

"That's pretty much right, sweetie. And I can't let them do that to my baby girl."

"So I still can't go out on dates?"

"I don't think so, honey," he said.

She was quiet for a while. "That's okay," she said finally. "With you and Sam being here, I don't need to go out on dates. I can get all the dating I need right here at home."

It only took them one month to knock her up.

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Chapter One

"Daddy?"

I was sitting at the computer, finishing up some work. I turned to look at Chrissy, my 17 year old daughter and one of the lights of my life. Her brother, Sam, was the other one. He was in his 8th week of basic training at Gilman Heights, in what he called the scenic Ozarks in the one phone call he had been allowed so far. He said he had finally found that place everybody talks about where you can't see the forest for the trees. The locals all called it "Fort Lost-in-the-woods."

"What's up, Baby?" I asked. She looked worried. In fact, now that I looked at her more closely, she appeared to have been crying. "What's wrong?" I asked, worriedly. Parents always fear the worst for their children and since Judy had left us to "find herself" I was doing double duty in the parent department.

"I think I made a mistake," she said, her voice sounding very young.

"OK," I said. I had images of her having broken something. I just waited for her to go on.

"Please don't hate me, Daddy," she pleaded.

"I might get mad, Chrissy, but you know I could never hate you."

"Maybe you could," she said. A tear ran down one cheek.

"Just tell me, baby," I urged.

Her fists clenched, and then released. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Finally she blurted it out.

"I think I might be pregnant."

As I said, parents always fear the worst. Usually, the 'worst' involves some horrible disease, or drugs, or prison or something that unalterably changes a promising life into something more along the lines of a trial. But this one caught me off guard. I mean I knew she was a vibrant young woman, not gorgeous, but awfully attractive ... in ways a father isn't really supposed to view her. And while there had always been an undercurrent of uneasiness in my thoughts since she'd started looking more like a woman than a girl, I knew she was sensible with boys. We'd had several conversations about boys.

OK, I had given her several lectures about boys.

But she had taken them pretty well. I suddenly remembered one such time when her response had been "I know what boys want, Daddy, and I know how to handle them. Don't worry."

Of course I had still worried. I wasn't happy that it turned out I had been justified in that concern.

"You think you might be pregnant," I said. Denial is always the first step.

"I missed my period last month," she said, her voice trembling. "And I'm late again now."

I remembered how Judy had acted when she got pregnant both times.

"Nausea in the morning?" I asked.

She looked at me peculiarly. "No."

"Any vaginal discharge? Are your breasts tender?"

Her cheeks stained red. At least she wasn't crying any more. "Daddy!" she moaned. I raised my eyebrows. "No," she finally said.

"I'll call the doctor," I said.

"No, Daddy! I don't want anybody to know!"

"Sweetheart, believe me, if you're pregnant, in a couple more months everybody's going to be able to tell. This isn't something you can keep secret."

She slumped. "I know. It's just that ..." She trailed off.

I was surprised at the fact that I felt sorry for her ... kind of. I mean it takes two to tango. That led to the realization that she had ... tangoed. I looked at her again, this time with male eyes instead of Daddy eyes. At 5-6 or 7 she looked a little taller because she had the slim body of the cross country runner that she was ... had been. She bought her own clothes, and did her own laundry so I didn't know her sizes, but I estimated her to be maybe 34 or a little bigger in the bust. Her breasts rode high on her chest. Standing there in jeans and a T shirt her legs looked long and slim. There was nothing about her appearance that suggested she was with child. Her hair was down now, though she often had it up in a pony tail.

"Who's the father?" I asked, eager to find out who I was going to have to kill.

"I can't tell you," she said. She looked scared again.

"Can't ... or won't?" I didn't want to even think about the possibility that she didn't know, but it was one of the options and couldn't be ignored.

She dithered again and the tears were back. "Won't ... I guess," she said.

"But you know," I said. The inference that she might not know was clear.

She looked surprised and then something like shock or maybe anger flitted across her face.

"I'm not a slut, Daddy!" she yipped.

"Well that's good," I said. I wasn't sure exactly how I felt, to be honest.

"I only did it once," she complained.

"Once is all it takes," I said. "I seem to remember saying that, one time or another."

"I knoooow," she moaned. "It was an accident. Things just got crazy and it just sort of happened."

"I seem to remember telling you about that too," I said tightly.

That's what had happened with Judy and me too, though I hadn't told our children that. When Judy told me she was pregnant I did the right thing, which turned out to be the wrong thing. Judy and I were never really in love. We tried, but you can't force that kind of thing. That brought to mind another question.

"Do you love him?" Yet another question popped into my mind. "Does he love you?" Then I realized both were stupid questions. How would they know? Whoever he was they were both too young to know whether what they felt was really love or simply lust.

"Yes," she said. She said it with that firmness youth have when they think they know what they're talking about. Of course in reality they are probably clueless.

"Well, I guess we'll see about that," I said. "Have you told him?"

"No." Now there was a wary edge in her voice. "Aren't you going to get mad and yell at me?"

"Trust me, baby," I said wearily. "That won't make you un-pregnant." I sighed.

My daughter must have heard something unsaid because she backed up. "I won't get an abortion, Daddy."

I didn't know how to feel about that either. I hadn't even thought of that until she brought it up. I knew I should think about that, but the concept wasn't attractive to me on the face of it. There would be time to think about that later, if need be.

"First, let's find out if you really are pregnant," I said. "We can decide what to do after that."

"I won't get an abortion, Daddy," she said again.

I already knew she would inherited her mother's gene for stubbornness. I also knew that she had a lot of thinking to do ... whether she was pregnant or not.

We both did.

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She was pregnant. The doctor delivered the news in a peculiarly flat and unemotional voice, like he was trying to be as neutral as possible. He looked at Chrissy.

"You're in good health. You'll need to come back for regular checkups, depending on what you decide to do.

"I'm not getting an abortion," she said firmly.

"Tell the nurse I want to see you again in two weeks," said the doctor, without blinking an eye. "She'll have some pamphlets for you about vitamins and exercise and a proper diet. Read them, Chrissy. This is a stressful time in your life and it can affect your health ... and the health of the baby. Your job for the next seven months is to take care of yourself and your baby." He looked her straight in the eye.

"I will," she said, seeming to relax.

It was very quiet on her side of the car as we drove home. Actually, it was pretty quiet on my side too. It was beginning to sink in. I was going to be a grandfather. At 36 I was going to be a grandfather. It didn't make me feel any better that I'd actually be 37 when he or she actually made an appearance. I looked over at Chrissy.

"You sure you want to do this?"

She looked back and her eyes glistened.

"Yes, Daddy. I have to have this baby."

"You need to tell the father," I said, wishing I didn't have to say it. I hated the little bastard who had done this to my little girl. I hoped he choked on the next French fry he crammed in is mouth.

"I can't," she said. The tightness was back in her voice. "He can't do anything about it."

I had a horrifying thought. "Don't tell me he's married," I groaned.

"He's not married!" she said quickly.

"Then why can't we tell him?" I moaned. "Help me out here, Chrissy!"

"I can't, Daddy," she said softly. "You have to trust me."

"I have to trust you," I repeated angrily. "Isn't that what I've been doing the last 4 or 5 years? I trusted you not to get pregnant, didn't I?"

"Please, Daddy," she said. I could hear sobs building up inside her.

I thought about what the doctor had said. All I was doing was adding to her stress level.

"OK, sweetheart," I said, trying to force myself to relax. "I love you, no matter what happens. We're in this together."

She did cry then, but it was the good kind of crying. I actually felt a little better. Little did I realize how prophetic my words were. I did love her.

And we'd be in it together in ways I had no concept of. Not then, anyway.

It's kind of strange when you're trying to prepare for your whole world to change, but the change comes so slowly. It was different, somehow, than when Judy and I had been waiting for her to give birth. Maybe that's because Judy was supposed to have a baby. In her case, the anticipation was part of the fun.

But Chrissy wasn't supposed to have a baby. Not yet.

So for the first couple of weeks or so there was still some tension between my daughter and me. She took the doctor's instructions both literally and seriously. She checked out books at the library and spent a lot of time on the internet getting educated. She started eating better, which meant I started eating better too.

As a CPA I ran my business from home. I could pretty much work when I wanted to, unless it was tax time. It was July, though, so the crush was over and I could take it easy for a while.

About a week after the doctor's visit she came into my home office again. She was dressed for a run.

"I need somebody to run with me," she said. "Sam was doing it to get ready for the Army, but now he's gone and I'm tired of running alone. Will you come with me?"

"You're going to run?" I asked skeptically. "In your condition?"

"My condition," She stressed the second word "doesn't prevent me from doing any of the things I'm used to. Not yet. The experts say that you should keep doing the things you normally do, including exercise. You're out of shape, Daddy. You should come with me."

"Why would an old man like me want to publicly embarrass himself by lurching along, gasping for air, looking like I'm chasing after a cute young girl?" I asked.

"I'll take it easy on you," she said. "Come on. I don't want to run by myself. You said we were in this together."

There it was. She was testing me. We still hadn't said more than half a dozen sentences about the fact that she was a woman now, whether she wanted to be or not. My grandchild was developing in that barely pooching belly of hers and she was taking him (I don't know why I decided it was a him, but I did,) along for the ride. And she wanted grandpa along for the ride too.

"Do you know CPR?" I asked, standing up.

She laughed. "You're not that old, Daddy. Or that out of shape."

"Tell it to the coroner," I groused.

I got changed and off we went.

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Re: Incestuous Encounters
 

It turned out we were able to "talk" about things while we ran. I suspect that's because she would have had no trouble reciting the address while she ran. I, on the other hand, husbanded every breath. That meant I stayed silent, for the most part. Maybe she knew that would happen.

"I love this baby," she said after the first half mile. She really was taking easy on me, just loafing along while I stretched every ligament in my legs trying to keep pace with her.

"That's good," I huffed.

"And even though I can't tell you about the father, I love him too," she said. "He means almost as much to me as you do."

"Great," That took all the air I had, but it was on the way out of my lungs anyway.

"And I love you for sticking by me, Daddy," she said, looking over at me. "I love you more now than ever before."

"So when ... are you ... going ... to tell ... your mother?" I gasped. That took probably thirty feet to get out, so I left out the part about how her mom, once she got over being furious, would probably help too.

"Don't know," she answered easily. "Did you know she told me not to get married until she was at least fifty."

"Kidding," I gasped.

"Nope," she said. "She said not to make her a grandmother until then."

"Nice." I hoped it sounded as sarcastic as the thought that produced it.

"It's really hard for me to love Mom right now," she said. "She really turned into a bitch."

"Not fair," I panted.

She slowed. "You're kind of red in the face. Let's stop and do some sit-ups."

I wanted to stop. I looked around. We'd gotten exactly six blocks. Half a mile and I was dying. But the thought of all those muscles cradling my grandson jerking around while she did sit-ups was bothersome.

"Sit-ups good?" I said in what would have sounded like pidgin English to a casual observer.

"Would you stop worrying?" she said. "I did my homework. Sit-ups are fine for a long time yet. You're just not supposed to start doing things you never did before."

She picked a grassy area and stopped, lying down and telling me to hold her ankles. I was all for that, because it involved not moving a lot. I got in to position and she started smoothly sitting up and then lowering herself back down in a measured, easy cadence.

Her running shorts were loose.

She wasn't wearing anything under them.

I discovered this when, completely innocently, I glanced at the area of my daughter's body that had so recently, relatively speaking, been trespassed upon. There it was, in all its bare glory. Just looking at those tight closed pussy lips, under a fringe of hair that was decidedly darker than her head hair, you couldn't tell that some little prick's ... well ... prick ... had slid between them, only to spurt a baby into her sweet, young belly. It was good she was counting, because if she'd been talking I wouldn't have heard a thing she said.



I felt bad, staring at my daughter's sexual opening, until I rationalized that it had already been seen by another male, who got a lot closer to it than I was. That brought on completely unwanted visions of her, lying on a bed somewhere, with a faceless guy on top of her, his butt rising and falling.



I had the sudden realization that I hadn't worn anything under my shorts either. I hadn't owned a jock strap since college, and who wears boxers under gym shorts, you know? I had this realization as I felt fresh air caressing my stiff cock. Now when had that happened? The epiphany that I'd gotten hard looking at my own daughter's pussy about laid me low. It was embarrassing, more than anything. I didn't feel like a pervert, exactly. I mean those pussy lips had been involved in having sex! And part of me was just plain male. And she did have a very pretty pussy.

Her hands came off of the back of her head and went down behind her to hold herself up. "Your turn," she said.

I managed to adjust things so that my traitorous penis was lying on my belly as I got into position. During the first three sit-ups it occurred to me that my shorts were kind of loose too, but she was looking at my face, counting for me since I wasn't doing any counting myself. I sat up a grand total of eight times before my stomach muscles rebelled. I didn't go up smoothly either. I sort of lurched up and then flopped back, thumping onto the grass until I couldn't lurch any more.

"You're in terrible shape, Daddy," she scolded me. "We're going to have to do this a lot more.

"I'm not having a baby," I complained.

"True," she said, standing up and staring down at her pitiful father. "But you said we're in this together."

I rolled to my side and staggered up. She grabbed my elbow and helped me.

For the next half mile she ran circles around me. I mean literally. She ran in circles while I ran straight. It was all, "You're doing good, Daddy!" and, "Keep going, Daddy!" and "We're going to get you in good shape, Daddy!" About the time I was ready to snap at her I realized the house was up ahead. She'd taken us around some route she knew.

When we got to the yard she started running in place.

"I'm going to go another couple of miles," she said, still not breathing hard. "You need to get in a hot bath and soak."

"Who's the parent here?" I groused.

"I am," she said promptly. She patted her belly. "Or I will be. I'm just practicing." She grinned at me. "Do what I said. You'll feel better and you won't be as sore."

"Yes Ma'am," I sighed.

Then she was off, and this time she was really running. I'd seen her run during meets, of course, but it was different after having run with her. That girl could run, let me tell you that.

That became the pattern for us. She ran every day, but started me out on an every other day schedule. She ran me until she could see I needed a break and then we did sit-ups, or maybe a few pushups. I felt better when I could do more of those than she could, but I shouldn't have been surprised, really. I had the muscle. I had just let it get all flabby.

I know you're wondering if I kept sneaking peeks at her. OK, I did. She never wore anything under her shorts. And I'm a man, so sue me. I only peeked. It's not like I was doing anything other than looking.

OK, I masturbated when we got home. There. I admit it.

I have to explain something here. I've always been turned on by a pregnant woman. There's something about such women that fires up the part of me that wants to reproduce. And if a woman is pregnant, that is prima facie evidence that she wants to reproduce too. I know it sounds silly, but the only women you can just look at and know have welcomed a man between their legs are the pregnant ones. I suppose you could say that about any mother too, though it's not quite as obvious. At least to me. Maybe that's what fires up all those MILF lovers.



So it wasn't odd that the more Chrissy showed, the more often I ended up with an unwelcome erection. She was so full of joy about her impending motherhood, and she had that glow that you hear about pregnant women having. She was vivacious, and sexy, and before long I no longer blamed whoever the son of a bitch was who knocked her up. I mean if I hadn't been her father I couldn't have resisted her either. Well, you know what I mean. Anyway, that's why I didn't feel so horribly bad about masturbating after seeing my daughter's only-once-but-extremely-well-fucked pussy.

The first burp in the happiness that settled over our household was when Sam called and gave me the date of his graduation from advanced individual training, at the end of boot camp. He had signed up to be a military policeman, for who knows what reason, and was all gung ho and grown up sounding. He wanted us to come to his graduation.

When I told Chrissy, she wasn't happy.

"I can't go," she said. She looked unhappy for the first time in weeks.

She was then four months pregnant. You could tell if she wore something tight, but in loose clothes she could still pass for un-pregnant.

"You didn't tell Sam yet, did you," I suggested.

"No, and I can't."

"Why not? He's not going to yell at you any more than I did," I said.

"He's got things on his mind already," she said. "I don't want him worrying about me while he's trying to get through school."

"Why would he worry about you?" I asked. "He knows I'm here taking care of you."

"I just can't tell him, OK?" She sounded angry, but she looked pale. "You don't understand."

"You're afraid he'll go AWOL and come home and go looking for the father," I said. "Now that he's almost an MP maybe you're right."

"Yes," she said. "And he'd get in all kinds of trouble. You go. College's about ready to start. Just tell him that I had to start school and couldn't come."

"His graduation is this Friday. College doesn't start for another week," I pointed out.

"He won't know that," she said. "Just tell him I love him and I'm proud of him."

"OK," I said, with some reserve. "You're going to have to tell him sooner or later, you know."

"I'll deal with that when it happens," she said.

It was amazing how she could be so grown up about all this in some ways, and so much of a little girl in others. But this was part of the deal, and she was right that he'd worry about her.

Chrissy thought she had all the bases covered by swearing me to secrecy. And I kept the secret when I went to possibly the hottest, muggiest place on the face of the earth and watched my son graduate. He graduated with honors, which I didn't understand the significance of, but then I expected him to do well anyway.

It was the change in his physical appearance that was the most shocking. He looked taller somehow, though I knew he couldn't have grown taller in just sixteen weeks. He had the appearance of a man who spent a lot of time outdoors, with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair. He also looked like a young lion, broad-shouldered, confident, ready to take on anything. He was a man now, and it was obvious. What was funny was that he noticed the improvement in my condition.

"Man, Dad," he said when he waded through the crowd of well wishers to where I was standing. "I almost didn't recognize you. What's Chrissy been feeding you? Where is she?" He looked around.

"She had to start College," I lied. "She said I have to tell you she loves you and that she's sorry she couldn't be here. She's also proud of you. She's been making me run with her," I said. "And our diet is better."

"That explains it," he sighed. "I know what it's like trying to keep up with her on a run." He laughed an exuberant, happy laugh. "I can't wait to get home. She's never going to see it coming until I smoke her. I can run ten miles now, and maintain the first eight at six minutes a mile. For once I'm going to leave her in the dust."

"Get home?" I was confused.

"I get leave before I have to report in to my new duty station," he said. "They're sending me to Fort Canning. I get two weeks off. All I need to do is pick up my gear and you can take me home."

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Chapter Two

While I was driving Sam home I still kept the secret. I don't know why, since it was going to bust wide open the instant he saw her. Or the instant he hugged her, anyway. When she gave me a hug nowadays there was obviously something pressing against my stomach.

But I had told her she was going to have to tell him sooner or later. I guess it was going to be sooner.

On the way I heard all about basic and what he call O.C.T. It was different than I had thought it would be. They got a lot less law enforcement than I expected, and a lot more security type instruction.

His appetite hadn't suffered. While I avoided fast food these days, he was ravenous for it. We stopped at a Kenny's and he ordered three entrees off the menu, with what looked like heaps of tater tots and a 44 ounce drink. He ate while I drove.

I don't think there was anything left after about ten miles.

I had my cell phone with me, but I guess it just never occurred to me to call Chrissy and warn her Sam was coming home.

When I pulled in the driveway it was after midnight, and there were no lights on in the house. I was pretty bushed. I guess I assumed Sam would see her ... and find out ... the next morning.

That's not quite how it worked out.

I had just gotten in bed when Chrissy screamed "Sam! What are you doing here?"

There was some shushing sounds and then the hallway lit up a little bit as somebody turned on a light. I guess he'd left the door open when he went in to wake her up and tell her he was home. His voice was the next thing I heard.

"What the fuck?" It was a very strained, loud, but at the same time he was obviously trying to be quiet. Then a little louder "Why didn't you tell me?"

I heard Chrissy's voice and winced. I'd told her she'd have to face this.

"Fuck, Chrissy!" came Sam's voice, again trying to be quiet, and failing. It was the next thing he said that made me sit up in bed: "What are we going to do?!"

You know how something happens that doesn't make sense, and you know it should make sense, but it just doesn't and there's nothing you can do to figure it out, and then one little detail makes it all come clear? Something about the way he said that just turned a light on in my brain and illuminated everything. I didn't like what I saw, because in that light that faceless male who had plagued my dreams ... the one hunched over my baby girl, getting her pregnant ... turned out to be my son. I just knew it, somehow. I didn't want to believe it, but there was that note in his voice that just said it. What are "we" going to do? He should have said, "What are you going to do."

I had no idea what to do. I knew I should get up and go confront them. But what if I was wrong? You can accuse your kids of a lot of things and get away with it ... but accusing them of incest ... and being wrong about it? I knew that would turn out badly. In fact, either way it was going to turn out badly. And, to be honest, I just didn't want to know right then. I was in shock.

So I didn't get up.

I should have. I don't think I slept at all that night, as tired as I was from the trip. I did had some clues. But it just wasn't something I would contemplated.

I contemplated the hell out of it now. They had always been close. They didn't fight and feud like a lot of siblings do. And when Judy had taken off, they would sought comfort in each other's company. I would have known that ... I just didn't know how much comfort they could have sought.

I spent some time trying to convince myself I should have known, somehow. Then I went through a period of doubt. What if that closeness I did seen simply meant that, like me, Sam considered himself as just being in this with her. He was her brother, and he felt responsible for making sure she was all right. How could I have just assumed the worst? I spent a lot of time that night thinking about what a pathetic father I had been ... was.

Then, about five in the morning, I realized two things.

The first was that Sam hadn't stormed into my room wanting to know why I hadn't told him.

The second was that I didn't hear the front door slam as he left the house to go find the son of a bitch who had knocked up his sister, and kill him.

Those two little facts solidified my suspicions, but by then hours had passed, and it was too late to do any kind of confrontation that would do anybody any good.

I must have dozed, because when I opened my eyes the sun was up. I felt like shit. I got up at the insistence of my bladder and looked at the wreck in the mirror when I was done. I didn't even have the urge to shave.

I wondered if they were still in the house. Then I panicked as I thought about the possibility that they had fled together, to avoid my wrath. I didn't feel very wrathful. My state of mind was more in the realm of confusion than anger. Several times during the night I thought about how, over the last couple of months when I got the chance, I stared at my daughter's pussy. True, Sam had done more than look ... but how big a difference was it really? I had gotten hard for her. I would had some fantasies as I jacked off, replacing that faceless man with myself.



When I entered the kitchen I know I must have been a little wild-eyed. I was a bit frantic, fearing that I had lost both my kids. But Chrissy was standing at the stove, cooking something, just like it was a normal day. Sam was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, reading the paper. A sound of agonized relief came from my throat and they both looked over at me.

Maybe it was the look on my face. Maybe they just wanted to get it over with. For whatever reason Sam stood up and just said, "Dad, I'm the one who got Chrissy pregnant."

Just like that.

I know I stood there looking stunned, but the absolutely outrageous thing was the reason I was so stunned. I had spent the last two months hating the man who got my daughter pregnant. I could had a basically sleepless night of torture as I contemplated accusing my kids of incest. Never mind that there are a dozen or more cultures in the world that are just fine with that behavior. Ours wasn't one of them. But the reason I was stunned at that moment was because I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.



It was very complicated, now that I think back on it. Part of the relief, as I said before, was because they were both still there. But the complicated part was that I was actually relieved that it had been Sam who she had parted her legs for. I loved Sam, and I loved her, and it was impossible in those few moments to hate either of them. It was impossible even to be unhappy with them. Later on I had worry about things that everybody worries about when incest produces a baby, but at that moment in time I was elated that it was Sam's baby in that gently swelling belly, instead of some stranger's.

Which explains why I blurted, "Thank goodness!"

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Re: Incestuous Encounters
 

I don't know how much later it was that I fully came to my senses. There was a lot of noise going on in that room. Somehow we had all come together in a group hug, and all three of us were talking at the same time. We were all crying too. It was a surreal kind of situation to find one's self in, and I'm sure they both felt that way too.

At any rate, eventually a sort of halting story came out. He had been getting ready to go off to basic training. She was worried about him. His girlfriend had broken up with him, angry that he was leaving her for the Army. Chrissy was scared that something would happen to him. He probably was too, though he had never have admitted it. So they were both strung out emotionally and a hug had turned into something wild and passionate as each tried to express the depth of feeling for the other. He would kissed away her tears and, at some point in the process, his lips had brushed hers. They were overwhelmed with feelings that demanded more until suddenly they were on the bed and their clothes were coming off.



Afterwards they tried to make sense of what they had done. He had taken her virginity. At the time she hadn't cared. In the aftermath they felt guilty, but at the same time it had been undeniably precious to both of them. Neither had had time to process the storm of emotion because Sam had left the next day.



I remembered the mood in the house that morning, as I got ready to take him to the airport. I could had my own feelings to deal with as I sent my son off to an unknown future. I would completely missed that part of the somber mood that was the result of lovers torn apart.

Finally the surge of emotions began to wane and we were left there in the kitchen with a big invisible question mark filling the room.

What was going to happen now?

Society puts expectations on its citizens. As a result, the citizens put expectations on themselves. It's all supposed to affect behavior. Then things like love, passion, imagination and even hormones have an effect on behavior that conflict with society' expectations. It can make for a tumultuous life. A lot of it depends on how seriously you take society's strictures. Or maybe it's more to do with whether or not you think you can stay below society's radar.

The next two days were a little like trying to tiptoe barefoot across a room where five pounds of thumbtacks have been spilled. You try to pick a path that seems least likely to result in pain. At the same time, you have to get across the room - go about your routine business.

In other words, it stayed complicated. I was honestly relieved to know who the father of Chrissy's baby was. More to the point, I was relieved that it wasn't somebody other than Sam. But that didn't mean I approved of a resumption of the activity between them that had produced that baby.

I suspect it was just as complicated for them. A man and woman who love each other, and have created life in the woman's womb, can't just clamp off their feelings. I knew that. While the boat of love that Judy and I boarded may have been leaky, the fact that we had created Sam and Chrissy had kept us bailing until the last moment. Even now I still loved Judy on some level.



When she had gone off to "find herself", it became pretty clear what she meant when the divorce papers arrived and the grounds were listed as "irreconcilable differences." The return address turned out to be that of another realtor in her firm. I didn't fight it because, to be honest, if she didn't want me, I didn't want her either. I didn't like her very much, but she was the mother of our children. The bond of father and mother can't ever be broken completely. They might hate each other, but there's still a bond of sorts there.

I didn't spy on them, but my imagination more than made up for that. Their heartfelt hugs and the way they practically cuddled on the couch while we were watching TV made it obvious that they had accepted their new relationship a lot more easily than I could. I remember once walking into the living room to find her leaning back on the couch with her legs spread. He was kneeling between them and had raised her shirt up to bare her bulging belly. His hands were making little figure eights, just caressing the bulge, and he was talking to his baby. The look of love on her face was unmistakable. It was almost jarring to see a big, tough soldier being so gentle.



I wouldn't find out until months later that, for the two weeks Sam was home, they didn't have sex. They wanted to. But everything was too new. They had a lot to think about. And, of course, Sam was leaving again. There was a lot of wistfulness floating around in the house those two weeks.

Along with the oddness of the situation, there were other things that happened that seemed completely normal. They did go running together, for example. When they got back, both were gasping for air like I had been after half a mile that first day I ran with her. I'd never seen Chrissy really out of breath. Her face was red and she stood, bent over, her hands on her knees, just breathing. He was just as winded, though he walked around in circles while he got his breath back. It was clear they had competed. The only thing that complicated that perfectly domestic scene was when, before he headed for the shower, he stopped to give her a lingering kiss on the lips. She put one hand on his stomach and pushed him away from her. "You're sweaty and you stink," she complained.



It was that kind of very normal and very abnormal mixture of behavior that made things seem so complicated.

Another thing that complicated the situation was that Chrissy had to go back to school.

College was one of the things we agonized about. We all knew that, when she showed up pregnant, things would be hard for her. Kids are among the cruelest of human beings. We knew that the baby would be delivered right in the middle of her senior year, which would interrupt her studies. It wasn't going to be easy. That was one reason it was good Sam was there when she first went back. It was also good that everything was out in the open at home, because Sam could support her fully during that first tough week of college.

Then there was a moment of déjà vu as I drove Sam to the airport again and he boarded another plane to fly off to a place 1500 miles away. Chrissy didn't go with us that time, either. She had college.

Chrissy and I settled into the new routine of her being gone most of the day. I got my work done while she was at college so we could spend more time together when she got home. She missed Sam. She did missed him before, but now she could do so completely.

As a result, she ended up cuddling with me in front of the TV. I wasn't Sam, but I was the next best thing.

She was getting bigger and bigger, and it was harder for her to get comfortable. Sometimes she wanted to lie down, with her shoulders and head on my lap. A pillow helped. That was what created the next step in our family's little detour from the straight and narrow, at least as far as society was concerned.

I had to put my hand somewhere, and the most comfortable and natural place to rest it was ... her belly.

The first time I rested my hand there it was a little weird. I hadn't touched her like that before. Because it was weird I started to move my hand somewhere else, but she captured it and held it there with both of her hands. I can't even remember what we were watching on TV.

That became the norm. She just lie there with my hand on her belly, sometimes putting her hands over mine and sometimes not. One night I remembered Sam's hands stroking those figure 8 over her bulge and my hand just sort of copied that. It felt good. My grandson was under there, sleeping, maybe, and it just felt good to stroke him.

The first time he moved under my hand I about freaked out.

"He moved!" I yelped.

Chrissy laughed, because she had been feeling movement for several days. She hadn't said anything because she wasn't sure that it really was the baby moving. Things were getting pretty cramped in there and sometimes her organs moved around a little.



Feeling the baby move became a new game. I had to stroke her belly, trying to spur the little tyke into motion. When movement became more frequent, it was only natural to pull her shirt up to watch the skin bulge and ripple as the baby turned over or kicked or whatever. Several times we could see what was clearly a heel or elbow sliding across under her skin.

December came and Sam got some more leave. He didn't tell us, but surprised us instead, just showing up. He was there when Chrissy got home from college and I thought she had go into labor, as excited as she was. Their kiss left nothing to the imagination, concerning how they felt about each other.

I stood by, the doting grandfather, as they broke that long, passionate kiss and his hands went to explore what was twice as big as when he last felt it.

"He moves all the time now," said Chrissy excitedly. "He's going to be a runner, like me."

"You're so big!" sighed Sam.

"It's your fault," she teased.

Then his hands slid upwards to cup breasts that were half again as big as they had been before.

"These are getting big too," he said, grinning.

I'm pretty sure they had forgotten all about me. I felt like I was a peeping Tom as his hands squeezed her teenaged breasts.

"That's your fault as well," she said softly. "And it's also your fault that I'm horny all the time now.

"Really," he said, leaning down to kiss her again.



I turned to leave the room ... to leave them alone ... and ran smack into the clothes tree standing behind me. It went over and I tried to grab it, but just tipped off balance and went down with it. The next thing I knew my children were pulling coats off of me, laughing.

Sam's second leave was completely different than his first, and I mean completely different. I don't know if it's because they did had time to process the change in their relationship, or maybe because they would both gone without sex for 7 months.

It started with her asking him to put lotion on her belly. He applied himself with vigor. I happened to be doing something on the computer, and I don't know if that had anything to do with the escalation of things, but when I got up to go get something to drink he was putting lotion on her breasts too.

Her shirt was up to her neck and her bra had been undone. I had an errant thought of that Karate Kid movie, because it looked like Sam was doing wax on ... wax off. Chrissy's head was back on the couch and she was humming.

"That feels so much better when you do it," she sighed. "I'm so horny, Sam."

"I can't believe how big your nipples have gotten," he said softly. "The last time I saw them they were little pink things."

"Everything on me is bigger because of you," she said a little breathily.

He leaned forward and sucked a nipple. Her "Oooooo" was followed by her head coming up and our eyes met. She blinked, and then he sucked harder or something because her mouth went slack and her hands came to his head to pull him to her breasts. She made a face and, looking right at me, mouthed the word, "sorry."

I turned away, mostly because my cock was trying like crazy to burst through my pants. As I walked away I heard her say "Sam, Daddy saw you!"

I could just barely hear his response: "Mmmmmmm."

I guess they either got too wound up, or they had come to grips with this new relationship, because maybe 5 minutes later I heard them going into her room, just down the hall from my home office. She said "Sam I don't know if I can!" and he responded "We'll find a way." Her next comment was, "But what about Daddy?" but his reply was cut off by the door closing.

It didn't take a lot of imagination to figure out what they had in mind.

And my imagination should have sufficed ... but it didn't. I lasted another 5 minutes, maybe, before I couldn't help becoming a voyeur. I know that social convention prohibits one from watching others do something like what I was sure they were doing. But social convention prohibits what they were doing in the first place. So I didn't feel all that bad as I tiptoed to the door and cracked it open. I wasn't trying to let them know I was there, but then again, I don't think I cared if they did know.

I didn't intrude. By that I mean I didn't go in the room. I just opened the door enough to see an amazingly beautiful naked, pregnant, young woman, astride an equally amazingly beautiful naked young man. I didn't know then that this was only the second time they had made love. If I had I could have been even more amazed at how proficient she'd become in just 5 minutes. She would settled on his youthful boner and was shoving her hips forward and backward as if she could done this a hundred times before. He was mauling her swollen breasts when I first opened the door, but his hands slid down and became amazingly gentle as they smoothed over her jutting belly.

"Ohhhhh I needed this so badly," she moaned.

"I love you," he whispered. It wasn't clear whether he was talking to the woman impaled on his thrusting rigid prick, or the baby in the belly he was stroking.



I don't know whether I'd seen enough, or I just wanted to return to the social convention of not intruding, but I closed the door. I do know I'll never forget that scene. It was as if a master painter had used my memory as a canvas. My cock was insanely hard, so I abandoned social convention once more by going to my room, where I lay on my bed and imagined I was Sam. Her cry of release came through the wall, or maybe the air conditioning duct work, but as she came ... I spurted jets of semen a foot into the air.

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Re: Incestuous Encounters
 

Chapter Three

Sam only stayed one week. He explained that he got 30 days of leave a year, and was saving the last week for when she had the baby.

Again, I didn't attempt to pry or spy, but I couldn't help but notice that they spent a lot of time in either his bedroom or hers. I just tried to throw myself into my work. There were frequent stops for self abuse, but that was becoming pretty routine too.



As I look back on it I'm more and more convinced that it was that one brief moment when Sam was first sucking one of her nipples, and her eyes met mine, that brought about another fundamental change in my relationship with Chrissy. She never explained what that mouthed "sorry" meant. It could have meant she was sorry that I had to see it. It might have been that she was sorry they were doing it in 'public.' Only later would I think it might have signaled that she understood that I had sexual needs that were unmet, and that watching her like that might have exacerbated them.

At any rate, as I was to find out later, when Sam left this time Chrissy was a woman who had enjoyed the delights of lovemaking enough that she had developed a taste for it. In fact, it would be more nearly correct to say she now had a hunger for it. And her lover was fifteen hundred miles away. Just as important, having broken the taboo with one man in the family, she saw no reason to honor the taboo with the other man she loved.



This time the change in our relationship was signaled when we were watching TV. Again, she was lying down, using me for a pillow.

"Daddy?" she said.

"Hmmm?"

"Would you put lotion on my belly?"

I balked a bit, and she promptly reminded me that I had said we were in this together. She tossed in that she needed a 奶媽 coach, and that I had been elected to that position. She seemed to think that having me rub lotion on her stomach was part of that deal.

And, of course, I went along with it.

We went to classes, where neither the trainer or the other women thought it was the least bit odd that Chrissy's father was going to be her coach. I guess the instructor had seen it all before, and the other pregnant women simply understood how important it was to have a coach, no matter who it was.

Within two weeks, having my hands on her in what I had known would be an amazingly intimate way, was just the norm. I put lotion on her belly every night while we watched TV.

While it may have been normal, it still affected me. I don't know for a fact that she felt my prick stir under her head, but I don't see any way she could have missed it. She pretty much gave up putting a pillow on my lap, saying it bent her neck uncomfortably, and I pretty much gave up the idea of putting something between her soft hair and my hard prick. Maybe I was already lost by then.

Then, one night, while I rubbed a slippery hand across her wide abdomen and stomach, she reminded me about one of the subjects in class where the women were told about preparing the nipples for nursing. That involved making sure they were well moisturized and pliable so that they wouldn't dry out and crack when she began breast feeding.

Which may be responsible for the fact that I found myself working lotion into both of her nipples too. I don't know why I didn't think of the fact that she could do that part herself. Like I said, I may already have been lost by then. We were still lying there, as if we were watching TV. The TV was on, but again, I have no recollection of what was showing.

I rubbed her breasts for what seemed like hours. Her dark brown nipples strained upwards, protruding from wide areolas almost an inch. The sounds that her throat produced were almost like the purring of a satisfied cat as I squeezed and pulled at those lusty nubs. At one point she labored to sit up, removed her shirt and bra, and laid back down like it was the most normal thing in the world for a pregnant daughter to lie half-naked on her father's lap. Neither of us said a word. I just kept stroking her breasts and playing with nipples that, rather than feeling like pliable flesh, seemed more like they were in the gum eraser family. She writhed on my lap, as if she were having trouble finding a comfortable position to be in.



The next night, when I turned on the TV she just handed me the lotion and then took her shirt and bra off. That became our new routine each night.

A week later, while my fingers toyed with a long, rubbery nipple, she sighed.

"You remember that web site I told you about?" she asked. "The one where there's a chat room for expectant mothers?"

"Hmmmmm," I responded, not really paying attention. She was always informing me of something she had learned on the net or from a book.

"Several of the women were talking about how it's a good idea for someone to suck on a pregnant woman's nipples," she said.

Quite suddenly I was paying attention.

"They say it helps the nipples get prepared for nursing," she added.

"Oh," I said weakly.

"I want them to be ready for the baby, Daddy," she said, looking up at me. "But I need somebody to suck them for me.

I had no idea if the advice she'd gotten on that site was true or not, but I didn't care. I must shamefully admit that I was only too willing to take on that task. We rearranged ourselves on the couch, with her swollen belly pressing against my solar plexus, and those luscious, full breasts right in front of my face.

I think we both groaned when I first took a nipple in my mouth and sucked gently. I also think there were a few minutes when I somehow went back in time, because the next thing I knew I was sucking one, and then the other with the enthusiasm of a starving baby. Her whines made it clear that it was just as delightful for her as it was for me.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned "That makes me so horny, but don't stop, please."

I realized her hand was in the sweat pants she favored because they were stretchy and loose. I ignored the hand, and what it was most likely doing, and simply kept suckling one fat, turgid nipple, and then the other.

A few minutes later her groan signaled something, but I couldn't tell what. It seemed a mixture of passion and frustration.

"I can't reach, Daddy," she moaned. "My belly is too big."

I let an astonishingly elongated nipple slip from between my lips. "Oh baby," I sighed.

"Help me, Daddy," she whined.

I had passed "Go" long before. I hadn't collected $200, and was well on my way to jail if anyone ever found out what was going on between us, not to mention what had gone on between Chrissy and Sam, which I had not stopped. The thought of 'helping' her just didn't seem like that huge of a step.

I know you hate it that the good part is being interrupted here, but I have to say something in my defense. I know a lot of you think that this was all perverted in some way. For sure I had never planned on satisfying my own daughter sexually, because I would have sworn that was perverted too. But this was different somehow. Maybe it was the slow way things progressed, that allowed my formerly conservative mind to adapt and accept things that I had always assumed were wrong.

But the fact was that I loved her, and I loved giving her pleasure. It seemed like such a little thing ... to rub here ... to stroke there ... to hear what was undeniably sounds of joy issue from her lips.

What I'm saying is that it snuck up on me, somehow, and it didn't feel wrong at all! It just felt like love.

Her first orgasm, as my fingers frantically massaged flesh I had only caught glimpses of before, was probably as good for me as it was for her. It seemed like the sensations coming from my lips, still sucking her nipples, were given voice in her throat. Knowing that I was responsible for her cries of joy was electrifying. I didn't cum in my pants or anything like that. In a way it was better than that. When she moaned, "I love you, Daddy," I was quite sure nothing would ever make me feel so wonderful as those few words.

I was wrong, of course.

After that first orgasm, she sagged on me, slowly catching her breath, relaxing more and more until I realized she had fallen asleep, splayed half naked on me like I was her bed. I had an almost painful erection, but I didn't want to disturb her. What made us move was that, being topless, she got cold. I wanted to carry her to bed, but that was ridiculous. Instead, I helped her to her feet where, rather than put her top back on, she sought warmth in my arms.

That our steps took us to my bedroom, instead of hers, shouldn't have surprised me. Neither of us wanted to abandon this warm closeness, and I had a bigger bed. That she had me take off her sweat pants didn't surprise me either. Any thought of being modest around me had flown away as she writhed in orgasm under my lips and fingers.



I went to the bathroom where, within the space of a minute or less, my stroking hand coaxed spurts of hot semen from my prick. I felt almost light headed knowing there was a beautiful naked woman waiting for me in my bed, and that may have contributed to the speed with which my balls gave up their cargo. I was still dribbling just a little as I ran and crawled quickly under covers, pressing against her warm body from behind her, my hand resting on my grandson's gestation chamber.

"Thank you, Daddy," she sighed.

I wasn't sure whether she was talking about the orgasm I'd given her, or that she was in my bed.

But then ... it didn't really matter which it was.

As had happened in the past, the escalation of our sexual behavior towards each other was permanent. Within a week, when she joined me on the couch, I got a kiss on the lips, after which hazel eyes stared into mine and pink lips whispered, "I'm ready for my orgasm, Daddy."

She favored lying down facing me, where her swollen breasts were right in front of my face and my left hand had easy access to her pussy. If I wasn't sucking her nipples while I diddled her, she kissed me. Her lips seemed to be searching for something to eat, nipping at my own lips, or at my chin, her tongue flicking out to lick at whatever she could reach.

Then one night she said that getting up afterwards was undoing all the relaxation that came in the aftermath of her orgasm, and we moved my 'massage' to the bedroom, where she could just fall asleep afterwards. She lay on her back with me beside her. First there was the lotion on her belly. "Junior," which I had taken to calling the unborn tyke, seemed to like the belly rubs too, because he always got more active when I did that. I usually started sucking her nipples while I was spreading the lotion and eventually I'd just slide my oily hand lower to find and torture her clitty. Within a five minutes she'd arch and groan and thank me and tell me how much she loved me.

On this night, though, as I was still in the nipple sucking phase, her hand fell against my boner. It had developed - and I'm still not sure how - that when we got into bed no clothing was required for either of us. Maybe it had something to do with the luscious warmth of skin to skin contact. I'd always had boners when this happened, but she'd never seemed to notice. Even when we spooned and my rigid prick pressed into her firm butt, she'd never said anything.

"Poor daddy," she sighed. "You take such good care of me ... but nobody takes care of you." Her hand gripped my rigid penis gently.

"It's OK," I said, my words slightly muffled by the fact that my lips were pressed to a big, round areola.

"No it's not," she said. "Besides, I need more than just your fingers."

That got my attention.

"Help me up," she said.

"Honey," I said in a daze. "We can't do that, baby." Touching her was one thing. What it sounded like she was proposing was completely different.

"Why not?" she asked. "It's not like you can get me pregnant." She smiled at her little joke.

"We just can't," I said, helplessly. Her hand on my cock felt so good.

"Yes we can," she said. She was already breathing heavily in anticipation, and her eyes were glittering. "Now help me up."

I didn't, but she struggled up anyway, reaching with her free hand to pull on my elbow. Once moving she kept going, letting go of my prick and throwing a leg over me, moving to sit on my thighs as she rolled me onto my back. Her belly pressed against my cock and she shook her hair back, reaching to pull it behind her head as she looked down. Her breasts pulled apart, the nipples looking a little like google eyes.

"I can't see," she complained. Her hand reached and found my prick again. "You'll have to help. I need something hard inside me, daddy."

I caved like a cheap paper bag. Her effect on me was stronger than my own sensibilities. I reached and she raised, using her thighs and her hands on my chest. I stood my prick up and stared at her pussy lips, which were engorged and gaping apart. Notching the tip there almost made me cum right then.

That ejaculation was delayed only by the time it took her to sink down on my cock and sigh, "Oh yeaaaaah." She smiled as I bathed her pregnant pussy with my semen and then giggled. "You're even quicker than Sam."

"Oh fuck," I groaned as my balls found release sweeter than anything I could remember. Her swollen breasts were right there and I pulled her down, lifting my head to suckle as she began rubbing her pussy lips forward and back.

"That's good, Daddy," she moaned. "Just a little bit more."

Her own release came before I was completely soft, and her whine brought life back to my prick as a surge of emotion ripped through me. It was stronger than the orgasm I'd just had. Her belly was rubbing mine and the rippling clasp of her pussy seemed to suck strength back into my penis.

"Oh my," she sighed. "You get hard again quicker than Sam too!"

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