Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 10:53:46 -0800 (PST) From: Lan Garrick Subject: My Girls, Part 3 This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for viewing by anyone under the age of 18. All characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental. Do not progress further if you are under 18 or if pornography is illegal in the area in which you live. Comments may be sent to Lan_Garick@afreeinternet.com -- and that's COMMENTS -- NOT flames! There will be more, if I get enough response. My Girls, Part By and copyright Lan Garrick, 2002 (Mg, Mgg, MF, Fg, MFgg, inc, ped, cons) After that first time of making love with my eight and twelve year-old daughters, life, inevitably, changed. We became likely to have sex at pretty much any given moment, though there were often times when sex didn't even cross our minds, for a day, or even two or three days at a time. On those days, it was just a normal relationship, daddy and his daughters. I was relieved by this - honestly relieved. It assuaged some of the guilt I felt, or felt at first, to have days like that. Nowadays, it just feels . . . normal, rather than guiltless. A lot of things changed, of course. The girls generally slept with me, after that, whether or not there was any sex involved. And there were moments of spontaneous arousal, that led to spontaneous sex. But a lot of things *didn't* change as well. Here's a list of things that didn't happen, that I see *FAR* too often, in writing about sexual relationships with children: I didn't begin referring to the girls as "sluts," "bitches," or "daddy's little whores." I never told them to beg for "daddycum." Hell I never told them to beg for anything. Nor have either of them uttered the word "daddycum." I never forced my attentions on them, in any way at all. I didn't begin dressing them as adults, and especially not as sleazy adults. I didn't try - I couldn't have, but wouldn't have, if I could - to get them pregnant. I never tried to encourage them in any sort of kink, like S&M games, or spanking. (What, it isn't kinky enough, that I'm making love with my little girls?!) I didn't buy them sex toys - dildoes, and the like, or strap-ons - and they never asked for any. I didn't encourage them to "bring home friends" for daddy to play with. Or even for daddy to watch *them* play with. I *NEVER EVER EVEN CONSIDERED* having my male friends over to "fuck" my little girls. Never bragged about what I was doing, or even hinted at it. And they never *asked* me to do any of those things. None of them, ever. But, oh, the changes that did come about! One afternoon, a couple of weeks after my daughters and I became lovers, I was forced to go out and mow the lawn. It had gotten very shaggy, and the kid I usually paid to do it was laid up with a broken leg. The services I called were all busy, couldn't fit me in for days. So, against my will, I did it myself. I hate that particular chore more than any other, riding mower or no. I have terrible hay fever, and mowing grass gets it going worse than pretty much anything else I could do. So, it took three hours, and when I came in, at about three in the afternoon, I was sweaty, hot - despite having taken off my shirt - and tired, as well as miserably stuffed up in the head. First thing I did was reach for the box of tissues I'd set just inside the door, on purpose. Second thing I did was gasp, as, while I blew my nose, I was pushed gently back against the closed door, my pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered - and a warm and tiny mouth engulfed my cock, tongue wiggling quickly and repeatedly around the head. After a minute of this, Lisa, my eight year-old daughter, lifted her mouth off of my dick, and looked up at me, saying, "Poor Daddy. You look like you don't feel good. Is this helping?" "Yes, baby," I gasped. "Yes, baby, it feels wonderful - please, don't stop!" Lisa giggled, took my dick back into her mouth, and sucked me to a delightfully explosive orgasm, overflowing her mouth, as usual. Since Amy wasn't around to lick up the excess, Lisa wiped my semen off of her chin and throat with her fingers, then licked them clean. Very shortly after that, I set my baby girl on the couch in the living room, and ate her pussy to multiple orgasms. And a couple of weeks later, I was helping Amy put the last of the dinner dishes away, after washing them, and I heard her say, "Daddy?" while my back was turned. When I looked around, I got an instant erection. Amy was bent flat over the kitchen table, the skirt she'd worn that day flipped up over her hips, panties shoved down slightly, her damp pussy showing. "Put it in me Daddy, please? Right now?" I didn't need to be told twice. In two seconds, I was sliding my cock into my 12 year-old daughter's pussy, groaning in the immense pleasure of her tightness, and the sensation of hot, oil-dipped satin that went with it. That was the first time that I was less than gentle, with Amy. I wasn't "pounding" her, but I did stroke into her hard, and fast. We both came hard, her three times, me just once, before I pulled out. As soon as I had pulled out, Lisa's voice came from the door between kitchen and dining room. "Can I lick you now, Amy?" Lisa asked. She was leaning against the door frame, one hand in her pants, playing with her little pussy. "Please, can I lick you?" A few seconds later, Amy was kneeling on the floor, her barely-matured pussy writhing over her baby sister's mouth, and my dick in her mouth. After I came in my older daughter's mouth, we moved to the bedroom, and got serious . . . . The girls were a lot more likely to be spontaneous than I was. I was still afraid, on some level, of hurting them, or scaring them, so, I never just asked them to do something, or started anything abruptly, as they did. I would start things, sure -- but, slowly, and gently. A gentle caress of a nipple, or a romantic kiss. Never the sudden sexual acts the girls would sometimes come up with. Things were wonderful, and I thought they couldn't get better -- until one night in early August. The girls were allowed complete internet access, openly, now. Before, I'd had IDs set up for all of us, in Windows, and their IDs had been monitored by NetNanny, and a couple of other adult-content-barring services. (Amy had gotten around that, and found the sexual info she wanted, by figuring out my password, and logging on under my ID -- the girl is almost too smart!) Now, though, I simply extracted a promise from them, that they would ask me about anything they didn't understand, and save any first conversations with new chat contacts, for me to go over. In this way, I eliminated many "posing pervs" from their contact list, and taught them to spot the pervs themselves, over time. So, one night in early August, when the three of us had been lovers for six weeks or so, the girls called me into the study, to show me something. When I saw it, I dropped into the chair in front of the computer as though I were a puppet without strings. They were checking out an "internet community" that had, among other things, profiles for it's members, with interest lists, and the ability to upload pictures. Amy told me, while I stared, that they were checking out the "incest" list, and had searched for female members, with pictures in their profiles (one of the ways I'd taught them to spot fakes was by the pictures, my knowledge of visual art enabling me to spot "net pics," and teach the girls to spot them). They had been maybe two-thirds of the way through the list, when they spotted this one, and called me immediately. The screen-name on the profile was "rose_gone_wild." The interests included; bisexual, lesbian, erotic fiction, group sex . . . and kids, teens, and incest. I sat, and stared, without saying a word, for a minute, before Amy said, "It's her, isn't it, Daddy?" I nodded, after a moment, and said, "Yes, Amy. That's your Aunt Valerie." My sister, Valerie Rose Johnson. Nude, from the waist up, at least (the picture didn't go below the waist). And gorgeous as all Hell. In the general information section of the profile, she mentioned that she wrote erotic fiction, which was available on her homepage, along with "more (and sexier!) pictures." "She's really pretty, Daddy," Amy said, from behind me. She leaned down, her tiny breasts pressing into my shoulder, nipples rock hard, and asked softly, "Can we go look at her pictures and stuff?" I thought about it for just a second, then clicked the supplied link to my younger sister's homepage. The page opened in only a second, showing the same picture of Val, and another, of her fully clothed, and looking just as sexy. There was an "about me" section, and then there was a set of links in a frame, including a picture gallery, and a link to her fiction. I started reading the "about me" section, and Amy began reading it aloud, for Lisa's benefit, as she read faster. "Hi, I'm Rose!" Lisa read. "I'm 24, 5'-8", and weigh 125 pounds. I'm a kinky girl, I warn you! I'm bisexual, though I lean more towards girls (sorry, guys!). My hobbies include taking erotic pictures, having sex with lots of women (I like petite women best), writing erotic fiction, and dreaming about having sex with my older brother!" There was more, but I never looked at it -- and Amy stopped reading, there, and cried, "Daddy! Aunt Val wants to make love to you!" There couldn't be much doubt. Val and I were our parents' only children. "Looks that way," I said, thinking I sounded calm. (The girls told me later that I sounded like I was about to have an orgasm -- which wasn't far from the truth!) "Can we look at her pictures?" Lisa asked. "Please, Daddy?" I clicked the link to the picture galleries, without saying anything. There were two options, on the gallery page -- "Me," and "Me and friends." I chose "Me," first -- and saw my sister totally nude for the first time since she was 12, and I was 20. What a babe! She'd grown up to be a beautiful woman, indeed. Valerie's honey-blond hair was long, when the pics were taken, down to the middle of her back, and wavy. She shares my green eyes, and that was largely where the family resemblance ended (Valerie takes after my father, more, while I look like my mother). Her face is beautiful, high cheekbones, in an oval face, a slightly wide mouth, but not too wide, and a nose that is just right for her face. And her body . . . Val is slender, and well-toned. Her breasts looked to be b-cups, or maybe c-cups. She had a tiny waist, making her slender hips look more full. And she shaved her pubic hair . . . . There were no "pink shots" -- but, there were plenty of shots that were very, very close up, to Val's pussy. Amy was still leaning against me, and was now rubbing her little breasts against my shoulder, and Lisa had come around to sit straddled on my leg, and she was rocking slightly, stimulating her little pussy. "Can we look at the ones of her with her friends?" Amy asked in my ear, sounding very excited. Wordlessly, I clicked the link for "me and friends." As I expected, by that point, these were photos of Val making love with women. There were two sets. In the first set, the woman my sister was with was a sexy little redhead, who looked to be about Val's age. There were 24 pictures, chronicling the two of them making love, and they were . . . not really graphic -- just very frank. There were no close-ups of tongue in pussy -- but, there was no doubting but that pussy was really being eaten, either. By halfway through the set, Lisa had a hand down her pants, and Amy's body was moving against my shoulder in such a way that I didn't have to look to know that she was playing with herself, too. Me? I just had a hard-on that could have punched through a bank vault door . . . . The second set was even hotter. Again, there were 24 pictures, and Valerie was making love to a woman. Or maybe a girl . . . . The other girl was oriental, Japanese, by the look of her, and *very* tiny. She couldn't have been more than 4'-9" or so, and might have weighed 90 pounds. Her breasts were barely there -- about the size of Amy's, really -- and her pussy devoid of hair. At first, I thought she was 12 or so -- the same as my older daughter. But, closer looks at her face made me think she was older, maybe Val's age. Something about her face, and the way that her pussy looked shaved, as opposed to just bare . . . I couldn't quite put my finger on it. When we reached the end, Amy came around to the front of the chair I was in, and knelt in front of me. Without a word, she took my dick out, and engulfed it in her mouth, bobbing up and down, and sucking with more vigor than usual. I leaned back, and let her, needing the release very badly, and slid my hand down Lisa's pants, gently moving hers aside, to begin playing with my baby girl. Amy was playing with herself, while she sucked me, and from the sound and feel of things, coming often. She sucked me until I'd come twice, and I'd made Lisa come three times, with my fingers, before getting up to sit on my other knee, and asking me to go to "Aunt Val's sexy stories." I did so -- and, after the look of Lisa's lover, in the second set of pics, I wasn't surprised to find that the stories almost all involved a woman of Valerie's age, making love with girls of 13 or 14 years of age. The last story was plainly a fantasy -- and just as plainly, to me, based on reality. It involved a 12 year-old girl named Rose (Val's middle name) seducing her 20 year-old brother, Alan (*my* middle name!), after he accidentally walked in on her nude in the bathroom, one day. I *remembered* that day! It had happened, or at least my walking in on her nude, had. She'd taken a shower, and, of course, closed the door. But, she'd turned on the heat lamp, outside the shower, before she closed the door. The bathroom was small, and the forced air from the heat lamp was sufficient to hold the bathroom door, unlatched, against the frame by simple air pressure. She'd gotten out, toweled off, wrapping her hair in the towel, and was looking in the cabinets for another towel to wrap around herself, when she turned off the heat lamp -- and the door fell halfway open, without her noticing. I came along, about that time, and seeing the door ajar, assumed the bathroom was empty. I strolled in, to find my little sister, her hair wrapped in a towel -- and wearing nothing else. She had turned, when I came in -- and we both stared, for a second, before I stammered an apology, and backed out. After that, it was fiction -- well, except for the erection that "Rose" noticed - *that* had been very real! But, what "Rose" had done about that erection, in the story -- that was fiction. Dammit! Valerie had made no effort to cover herself, that day. I remembered that, now. And it started me thinking . . . . About the time that Amy finished reading that one aloud, Lisa slipped off my leg, and started blowing me -- thank God! Despite my having come in Amy's mouth twice, not long before, I desperately needed the relief of another orgasm, to calm my hard-on. I played with Amy's pussy, and took her shirt off, to suck on her nipples, while Lisa sucked my cock. When it was over, and Lisa had resumed her seat on my other leg (after necking with Amy, for a couple of minutes, and letting her older sister lick the overflow of my semen from her face), Amy asked a question that I'd been hoping she'd ask. "Daddy," Amy asked, "do you think Aunt Val likes girls my age, too? Not just 13 or so, like in her stories? And maybe even Lisa's age?" I thought about it. There were the interests in "kids," and "teens." And there was a note from Valerie, on the bottom of the page of links to stories, that said, "E-mail me, and let me know what you think. If you like these, I have some more stories -- that are even kinkier!" I thought that the probability of those stories involving even younger girls was pretty damned high. "I think that there's a very good chance of that, Amy." I squeezed her breast, gently, and let my other hand slide up to toy with one of Lisa's nipples. "A very good chance." "Do you think she might want to make love to us, and not just you?" Amy asked. "Probably, yes," I agreed. "I can't say for certain, of course -- but, probably." "Daddy, I . . . don't be mad, Daddy -- or you, Lisa -- but I think I'd like to do it with Aunt Val!" Lisa said. "I'm not mad!" Lisa said. "I want to do it with her too!" "Yes," I admitted. "I would, too. And I'm certainly not mad, Amy." "Could you invite her to come visit?" Amy asked, in a small voice. "Absolutely," I said. "Absolutely, honey!" I did some other things, first, while the girls went off to shower before bed. I wanted to know, for certain, that my sister was interested in younger girls than those she had written about, before she got here. The best way to find out was subterfuge, so, I set about being sneaky. First, I made a new e-mail account, in the same web community where Val had the profile the girls had found, claming to be a bit younger than I really was, and joining many of the same interests as Valerie had, and a few other sexually related ones, as well, to avoid looking too perfect for her. Then, I e-mailed her giving a critique of her stories, and asking for some of the other, "kinkier" stories that she had. And then I sat, and smoked a little of the pot I keep around for special occasions, just to relax myself some, and surfed the net a bit. The girls came out, after a bit, and dragged me off to bed -- where they were very emphatic about showing their arousal over the evening's revelations to me. The next morning, after I got up, and while the girls were still asleep, I checked the new e-mail account I'd created. Sure enough, my sister had replied. And there were three stories attached to her gracious thank you note that she sent in response to my critique. I opened them -- and knew that what the girls wanted was very, very possible. The first story involved the gentle seduction, by a woman Valerie's age, of an eleven year old girl. The second, a sequel to the first, involved the two of them seducing an eight year old neighbor girl. And the third . . . the third had a note at the top, that said this story was true. After reading it, I found myself believing that it was true. It was the story of Valerie's first time with another girl, and I *knew* despite the name changes, exactly who she was talking about. According to the story, my sister was first seduced by her babysitter at the age of eight. The babysitter, I remembered, had been a pretty, if very shy, girl of 16, the age I was, as well, when it happened. Val's recollections were so very clear, that they sparked my own -- as it had happened in October of my sixteenth year, on the night of the homecoming dance. My parents had gone to some big, dad's-business-related-dinner-and-party, that night, and since it was homecoming, they had gotten a sitter for Valerie, rather than leave her with me. And that sitter -- whose real name, I remembered, was Kelly -- had seduced my little sister, in a fashion that Val remembered as sweet, kind, gentle, and lots of fun. I had a huge erection, again, when I was done reading, and I went to see if the girls were awake. They were, and were cuddling sweetly. I crawled in, naked, and things very soon got very intense. After breakfast, I had the girls read the stories that Val had sent, and then asked if they still wanted me to invite her to visit, with an eye to seducing her. The answer was a resounding "Yes!" So, after checking the time, and figuring that Valerie would probably be both at home, and awake, I called her. "Keith!" Valerie cried, on hearing my voice. "Hey, what's happening?" "Not much, Val," I said, struggling to sound relaxed. "Just calling to see how you were." We talked about family, and our respective jobs, for a while, before I asked Val if she had any vacation time coming. "Got four weeks, yeah," Val said. "I haven't used any, this year, so I've got it all. And this is the first year I get four weeks." Valerie was into computer programming, doing graphics for video games, and was very well paid, and had a great benefits package. "Want to use a couple, and come visit?" I asked. "Been a while since you were here. We could hit a couple of the tourist places -- the girls never get tired of the amusement park, and it's just an hour away. I bet they'd love to have you go with us." "That sounds good," Valerie agreed. "I missed them, last Christmas -- damn, hard to believe it's been a year and a half, since I saw you guys!" She hung up, shortly after, and called her employer, found out that taking off the next couple of weeks was okay, and then called me back. I made her flight arrangements for her, and she called the travel agency I'd used, and paid with her credit card. The girls were ecstatic, and I was barely less so. Val was going to arrive Friday evening, which gave us three days to clean the house -- and plot her seduction. _________________________________________________ Valerie arrived Friday evening, at about eight, thanks to time differences, and we met her at the airport. After some very tight hugs, and kissed cheeks, we picked up her luggage, and headed home. We didn't seduce her right away, having decided to wait until after we went to the huge amusement park that was an hour away, on Monday, to do so. Keeping our hands to ourselves, for the three days between, turned out to be impossible, as excited as the girls and I were -- but, we did limit ourselves very severely, having sex only very late at night, after Valerie had gone to sleep, and early in the morning, while she was in the shower. (Val had loved long showers -- 45 minutes or longer -- since about puberty, and we took advantage of that.) Monday came, finally, and we went to the amusement park, which regularly drew people from four or five states. Mondays were very slow, even for a place this big, and the four of us had a blast -- and very gently, I set about letting my sister know that I found her sexually attractive. By "gently," I mean "accidentally" -- at least on the surface. It was impossible not to get an erection, after all, when she was pressed back into me, on some of the rides. The first time, it was a roller coaster. It was narrow cars, and people sat one in front of the other. I got into our car first, and Val got in front of me -- and I soon had that beautiful ass pressed hard against my crotch, as the g-forces mounted. Of *course* I got a hard-on! And she didn't shy away from it, even wiggled against it, a bit, "accidentally." The park had several coasters, those being it's main draw, and I soon discovered that Val's favorites -- the ones she wanted to ride first, and repeatedly -- were the three that had narrow cars, and single-file seating. And every time, she would sit in front of me, and not shy away from my erection. She wiggled against me, every time, as well, with various degrees of subtlety. By lunch time, I was pretty much constantly hard. We rode everything, except the most banal of the kiddy rides -- and those, even Lisa wasn't interested in. And, late in the day, I took the opportunity to take things just a bit farther, in a way that wasn't quite screamingly seductive -- but wasn't all that subtle, either. This being middle-America, and river country, there was a certain fascination with riverboats. And one of the more popular "sedate" rides was a mock-up of a riverboat, that took a long tour of a manufactured "river," complete with animatronic dioramas depicting life on the river, at the time of the riverboats' highest popularity. And you didn't sit, on this one, as it was so very sedate. Instead, people stood lined along the railings, watching things go past. It was cool, for August, and this late in the day (we got on at sunset), the ride was very sparsely populated, thanks to that coolness, and the fact that you had to stand. This late in the day, most people didn't *want* to stand -- they'd spent enough time on their feet, already, standing in line. We were all dressed casually, of course. Valerie had worn a pair of (delightfully) tight shorts, and a tank top. The girls and I had all worn jeans and t-shirts. The sunset breeze was cool, up on the top deck of the "steamboat" we were on -- and I saw Valerie shiver, about a quarter of the way into the 15 minute ride. "Chilly?" I asked, turning to her. "A little," Val admitted. "Kind of cool, for August." So, I stepped back from the rail, stepped up behind my sister, and put my arms around her, pulling her back against me. Our heights are fairly close, her being only two inches shorter than me, and that put my erection right up against her ass. For just an instant, she stiffened, and I was afraid I'd gone too far. Then, Val relaxed, and leaned back against me, placing her hands over mine, where they were linked across her flat tummy. She shifted her weight just a bit, seemingly naturally, moving the cheeks of her ass against my hard-on. She repeated that, several times, before the ride ended. We rode one more ride, the bumper cars, again, before the four of us left. We stopped at a restroom, on the way out, and Amy came out right after I did, before Valerie and Lisa got out. "Are you still going to try to seduce her, Daddy?" Amy asked, quietly, when she came out. "Yes, honey, I am," I assured her. "She's had her butt against my erection a lot, today, and never shied away, so I'm pretty sure it will work." "Should Lisa and I still -- ?" "Yes, sweetheart," I said. "I think it will work, too." "Oh, god, Daddy, I'm horny!" Amy said. "Me, too, Amy," I assured my older daughter. "Me, too." The ride home was nice, all of us talking and reliving the day. We got home just after nine-thirty, and my daughters promptly went to bed, claiming tiredness. (Though I knew better -- they wanted to make love!) After they had hugged both me and my sister, they went off, and Valerie and I sat in the living room, to talk some. I fixed us both a glass of wine, and sat right next to my sister, my leg brushing hers, after handing her a glass. Casually, I dropped my arm across her shoulders, and pulled her close. She came very willingly, and rested her head on my shoulder. "God, Keith, what a great day!" Val said, sipping her wine. "I know," I said. "Wish they could all be so much fun." "I had forgotten how much fun hanging with you is," Valerie said, raising her face to kiss my cheek. "And the girls -- well, I hated that bitch you married, but I can forgive it -- because of the girls." I chuckled, then, and squeezed Valerie closer, kissing the top of her head, before relaxing my arm -- and letting my hand fall to her breast, fingers just grazing her aureole. She didn't move away, at all, or make any sign of displeasure, so, I sipped my wine, set down the glass, on the end table next to me -- and slid my fingers down, to toy very frankly with her nipple, which was rock-hard -- almost as hard as my dick felt! Val didn't say a word, just burrowed a little closer, and sighed. I took that as assent, and slid my hand under her breast, cupping it, and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Keith," Valerie said, a little breathlessly. "What are you doing?" "Fondling your breast, Val," I answered, sounding calm, and reasonable. "You probably shouldn't be," my sister said, the catch in her voice telling me she didn't mean it. "Why not?" I asked, in my most reasonable voice. "I can't get you -- I can't get *anybody* -- pregnant, Sis. And I find you to be very sexy." "Well, yeah," Val said. "I think you're pretty much a hunk, too, Keith, but -- " "But what, Valerie?" I asked, when she stopped. "Sis, I love you, and I want you. And . . . Valerie, I know. I found your profile, rose_gone_wild, and I know." Her head jerked up, then, and she stared in my eyes. "Did you go to my homepage, Keith?" "Yes," I said. "I did. And I read your story. About us. About what I wish to Hell you'd done, that day, instead of just dreamed -- " I couldn't go on, then -- I couldn't talk, around her mouth on mine, her tongue in my mouth, darting around my own. During the kiss, I slid my hands under her tank top, cupping her bare breasts, enjoying immensely the feeling of that firm flesh in my hands. She made no objection, only pressed her breasts into my hands, and moaned into my mouth. After a second, her hands went to work below my waist, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, getting my bare cock out, and beginning to stroke it with both hands. "Oh, god, Bro, I love you!" she said, when she pulled away from the kiss. "I love you too, little sister," I said, and started to lean closer to kiss her. But her face wasn't there -- it was descending, and in less than a second, my 24 year old sister had my cock in her mouth, and was sucking me madly, and with a skill that was simply incredible. She went deeper than either of my daughters could, taking most of my seven inches into her mouth, tonguing the head, sucking hard, and generally giving me the best head I'd ever had, from a full-grown woman. In less than a minute, I was ready to come, and I told her, to give her a chance to get it out of her mouth. She didn't reply, only sucked harder, and increased her tonguing of the head. I shot my semen into my little sister's mouth, after just a second of that, and she swallowed every drop, eagerly, continuing to suck even after I came, milking every drop of semen from it, before raising her head. "Do you have *any* idea of how long I've wanted to do that, Keith?" she asked, after she caught her breath. I kissed her, and said, "Since you were about twelve, I'd guess." "No," Valerie corrected, surprising me severely. "More like since I was eight!" "Huh?!" "Yes," Valerie said, and kissed me. "I ate my first pussy when I was eight, Keith. And the girl . . . she was cool, Keith. Older than me, and cool. When I asked questions, she answered them. I asked what girls did with boys, after the second time we were together, and she told me. THAT is when I started wanting to blow you." "Damn," I said. "Well, Sis -- if there's anything else you want to do -- let's not wait sixteen years to do it, okay?" Val laughed, then sobered, and looked at me. After a moment of searching my eyes, she said, "You knew already. That I was eight, when I started having sex. Didn't you?" "Yes, I did," I admitted. "I'm the one who e-mailed you, last Monday night, asking for more stories." "So . . . you know," Valerie said slowly. "That I like girls of pretty much *all* ages, I mean." "I know," I admitted. "But, we can talk about it later, sweetheart. Right now . . . there's something I've occasionally dreamed about doing, for the last twelve years or so, and I want to do it!" I kissed her, wiping the slightly worried look from my sister's face, and then pulled off her tank top, and my own shirt, kicking off my shoes as I did so. I then stood, and shucked my pants, knelt next to Val, and began pulling down her shorts, while she kicked off her sneakers. There was a distinctively wet spot on the crotch, I was flattered to see, and she wore no underwear. As soon as I got Valerie's pants off, I stood up, and looked at her, where she sat, leaned back on the couch. *Perfect!* I thought. And she was -- to my eyes, at least. Her breasts were right on the line between b- and c-cups (I found out later that which size bra she wore depended on manufacturer and cut), and her nipples a dark tan/light brown, and very erect, slightly larger than pencil erasers. Her belly was flat, and hard, a result of lots of swimming, and some jogging and calisthenics. Her waist was very small, making her slender hips look more womanly. And her pussy . . . clean-shaven, very wet, and . . . compact. I knew she'd be tight, despite the fact that she was obviously no virgin. After a moment, I knelt before my sister, gently spread her legs, and leaned forward, kissing her pussy, flickering my tongue over her labia, and up against her erect clit. She tasted fine, not as sweet as my daughters, but no sort of bad, either. Rich, and musky. "Keith!" Val gasped, urgently. "The girls -- " "Sssh," I said. "It's okay, Val. They won't come out." Then I leaned back in, and began eating my sister's pussy in earnest. Val was incredibly sensitive, and not exactly passive. She writhed under my tongue and lips, held my head to her, gasped my name, and the occasional little yelp of approval. Three times, before I was willing to quit, my sister grabbed a throw pillow, and held it to her own mouth, to smother the cries that came with her orgasms. Finally, I stopped eating her, and moved up to suck on Valerie's nipples, lightly, while she calmed down after that last orgasm. "God, Keith!" Valerie said, after a time. "You eat pussy as well as some girls, brother dear!" "One more reason not to hate Jan," I said. (Jan being my ex-wife.) "She wasn't shy about telling me what I was doing right -- or wrong -- when I ate her." Valerie pulled my head up, and kissed me, then, and wrapped one hand around my cock, stroking lightly. "I want you to make love to me, Keith," Val whispered against my lips. "I want you to take me to the bedroom, and put it in me right -- " Val gasped, then, as she got the better part of wish, right there, on the couch. I didn't wait to take her to the bedroom -- I just shifted my hips, and moved forward, sliding my dick into my sister's wet -- and *incredibly tight, damn near as tight as Amy's -- pussy in a single smooth motion. "Oh, God!" Valerie near-whimpered. "Keith, the girls - !" "Stop worrying," I breathed in her ear. "It's okay, Sis, just stop worrying." I moved then, turning Valerie on the couch, and pushing her back, moving up on to the couch with her, and beginning to pump my cock slowly in and out of her pussy. Her long, slender legs wrapped around me, and her arms went around my neck, as she began moving her hips in a perfect counterpoint to my thrusts. She kissed me, then, for a long moment, and in the middle of the kiss, had her first orgasm with me inside her, crying her excitement into my mouth, as she came. "I love you, Keith," my sister whispered, when her mouth finally let go of mine. "Oh, god, I love you!" "I love you, too, Valerie," I answered, slowing my thrusts, trying to hold off the orgasm I was so very close to. "I love you, Sis!" Valerie simply pressed her mouth to mine again, in answer, and we kept moving. She came again, and again cried her pleasure into my mouth. The flexing of her tight pussy on my dick was pushing me closer to the edge, and I picked up the pace of my thrusting again, Valerie answering my increase in speed with her own, matching my speed and rhythm without thought. Valerie's orgasms came fast, after that, and in less than a minute, the excitement of making love to my sister, of her near-constant orgasms, and the incredible tightness of this woman, caused me to begin coming myself. Val's orgasms milked me dry, her cries into my mouth escaping, as the shuddering of our orgasms broke our kisses. After a long moment, Val shifted under me, wrapping her legs more firmly around me, and holding me to her with a strength that was surprising. "Don't you dare pull out, Keith," she sighed in my ear. "I've waited for 16 years to have you inside me -- so don't you *dare* pull out!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Sis." I shifted, pulled her closer, and slowly rolled us over, though, taking my sister's weight on me happily. "But, this will be more comfortable." "Good point," Valerie said, and snuggled closer. For a couple of minutes, we were silent, before Valerie said, "Keith?" "Yes, dear?" "About those stories I sent you . . . ." Valerie hesitated, for a long moment. "Keith, I . . . I'm not a true pedophile, I don't just do it with young girls. I just . . . I like girls of all ages." *So,* I thought, *she has had sex with younger girls.* "That's okay, Valerie," I said, and kissed her. "I'm not worried about it, okay?" Long silence, finally broken by Val asking, "Why not, Keith? I mean -- well, why *aren't* you worried?" "Because I'm not," I evaded. I was still hard, and, now that I'd rested a bit, ready to go again. I rocked, slightly, moving my cock inside my sister's pussy. "Now, hush, Sis. Hush, and enjoy." Val's eyes closed, and she shifted on top of me. "No fair," she whispered. "I can't exactly think clearly while you do that." "That's okay," I answered, and moved again, beginning to thrust up into my sister. "I don't think we really *need* to think about this, do we?" Valerie answered by shifting, and *flexing* her pussy, before sighing against my lips, "No, I guess not, Bro!" This time was slower, more gentle, the mad urgency of years of repression abated some, and we both paid more attention to little things. My hand found her breast, and Val stretched up a little, to offer her nipple for sucking. I didn't argue, just pulled it into my mouth, and obliged her, until her first orgasm pulled her up straight, and made her cry out her delight. She forgot to make any effort to smother her cries, which were fairly loud, this time. After a while, several orgasms for her, and another big one for me, we stopped again. Val snuggled down against me, her lips moving against my throat as she sighed her delight. After a few moments of this, she pushed herself up a bit -- just enough to look me in the eyes -- and spoke. "Keith, really -- I need to know something, and I really need you not to dodge the question, this time, okay?" I nodded, and moved my hands from my sister's delightful ass up to the smooth curves at the small of her back. "You know, from reading, and my admitting it, that while I'm no pedophile, I have tendencies that way," Val said. "You know I am interested in incest. You *have* to know how beautiful your daughters are. But . . . you don't seem at all worried about me trying to seduce them. "Why not?" I sighed, no unhappily, and said, "It will be easier to show you, Sis. Let's get up." Val stood up, and I got up after her. She started to reach for her shorts, and a stopped her by simply taking her hand, and tugging her towards the stairs. She followed, after only the briefest of hesitations. At the end of the upstairs hall, on the left, there was light coming from the open door to Lisa's room. Putting one finger to my lips, I led Val down the hall, and peeked in the door, to see if things were happening like they were supposed to be happening -- and they were. I pulled my sister forward, and stood her in the doorway, so that she could see exactly what was happening. I pressed up against her, so that she could feel my erection, as well. Amy was flat on her back, her legs spread, and pointed at the door, so that her barely-mature (and VERY wet!) twelve year-old pussy could be plainly seen. Lisa, just as nude as Amy, was straddling Amy's face, risen up just a bit, so that Amy's tongue, reaching up to her little sister's baby pussy, was plainly visible, as it teased the wet folds, parted them, and darted inside to tease Lisa's clit. This was the part that was slightly risky, and what I expected to come next was *very* risky -- but, I was fairly sure it would all be okay. Valerie whimpered, a sound of pure desire, and reached behind herself to grab my dick. I moved closer to her, reaching around to cup her breasts, and stroke her nipples. For a moment, Val just watched, and stroked my dick. Then, her hand clamped on my dick almost painfully, as she spasmed all over, from an orgasm. She bit her own free hand, as she came, to keep from making a sound. After her orgasm, my sister finally spoke. "Oh, god, Keith!" Valerie whispered, in a shaky, lust-filled voice. "How do you live here, knowing that those two girls are doing that, and not try to join in?!" Then, Val gasped, in fear, as she realized what she'd just said. I took the plunge into high risk, and allayed her fears -- and shocked the Hell out of her -- with my answer. "I don't," I said. Val froze, then, for a moment, and turned her head slightly, to address me -- but her eyes remained fixed on the sight of Amy making love to Lisa. "What . . . do you mean?" "I mean that it wasn't me who found your profile, online," I said, whispering right against my sister's ear. "It was them. They were looking at the incest list, searching for profiles of women, with pictures in the profile. When they saw yours, they called me in. We looked at it together. "When we got to your homepage, I got so hot that first Amy, then Lisa, had to blow me, to let me focus enough to look at the rest of your page." Val actually turned, then, and locked her eyes on mine, her expression an odd mix of disbelief, shock, arousal, and hope. "You . . . Keith, are you telling me that those two little girls are your lovers?" "Yes," I answered, simply. She stared, for a long moment, before asking, "Why are you telling me?" "Because, Sis," I said, pulling her closer, and kissing her. "Because it was Amy who first suggested inviting you here, and seducing you. Lisa and I agreed, right away! But, It was Amy's idea." "Are you telling me . . . Keith, do they *want me?!*" Valerie asked. "Yes, Sis," I said. "That's exactly what I'm telling you. They want you, as much as I do!" "How . . . can we go in there?" Val asked, looking hopeful, and insanely horny. About that time, Lisa cried out, and Val turned to look into the room, just as my baby girl pretty much *fell* sideways, off of her sister's mouth, as her orgasm rocked her world. Amy promptly moved to pick Lisa up, and cuddle her. Risky time was over. Time to play . . . . I moved in front of Valerie, took her hand, and tugged my adult sister into my youngest daughter's room after me, letting go of her hand once we were both all the way into Lisa's room, and both girls had looked up from the kiss they were sharing, and seen us both. I moved over beside the bed, and bent to kiss them, leaning across Lisa, cuddled in her sister's arms, to kiss Amy, then pulling back to kiss Lisa, who was wiggling out of her sister's arms, to sit on the edge of the bed. As soon as I broke the kiss, Lisa, without a word, looked right at Valerie, then took my cock in one hand. After a moment of looking into her aunt's eyes, Lisa leaned forward, and wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock, and began sucking. My eight year-old daughter's head was bobbing up and down on my cock both farther and faster than ever before, in her excitement, and in seconds, I could feel my orgasm begin to build. Valerie let out this little moaning shriek, as the orgasm caused by the sight of my baby girl sucking my dick took her by surprise, and leaned against the wall, for a moment. Then, Amy spoke. "Aunt Val?" Amy said, slow and shy. "Do you want to kiss me?" Val was on the bed so fast I barely saw her move, kneeling in front of Amy, cupping my older daughter's -- my sister's older niece's -- face in her hands, and kissing her with the most screamingly sexual mix of passion and tenderness I'd ever seen. The kiss went on for almost a minute. After a few seconds, Amy's hand came up to tentatively stroke her aunt's breast, and that only increased the hungry intensity of Valerie's kiss. When she finally broke the kiss, Valerie said to Amy, "Honey, I love you! And you are so beautiful!" "I love you, too, Aunt Val," Amy answered, and ducked her head to lick my sister's nipple. "And you're so pretty it almost hurts!" Valerie was too crazy with lust to wait any longer. She gently tugged Amy slightly down the bed, and a little to one side -- the pushed my twelve year-old daughter's legs apart, and shoved her face to Amy's pussy, beginning to lick immediately. Amy shrieked and came instantly, and Val . . . Val's mouth was glued to Amy's pussy -- but her eyes, hungry and horny, were lifted, and turned to watch my cock disappearing into Lisa's tiny little mouth. It was too much. My sister, eating my twelve year-old's pussy, frantically. My eight year-old, her mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down with a nearly desperate speed, the suction she was applying making me feel almost hollow -- I started coming, grabbing the back of Lisa's head, for the very first time, pulling her down just a bit on my dick, and shooting a larger load than what *should* have been possible into my baby girl's mouth, as both her twelve year-old sister and her adult aunt shrieked their own orgasms, Val's shriek muffled by Amy's pussy. Lisa sucked, and swallowed, not objecting at all to my hand on the back of her head, and I just kept coming, knowing that this was just the start of the best night of my life.