Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2011 10:54:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: My Kids, Wizz and P.P. At last, the divorce is final and the wife has packed up and left. What a relief! She was one uptight lady, a straight-laced prude who'd ruled the house like a Victorian schoolmarm. So here I am, just me and the kids. Wizz is my 12 year old son, so called because he starred as the wizard in a school play and the name stuck. Blond, with long hair that he refuses to cut and a lovely face with skin like a peach, he's painfully handsome. P.P. is my daughter, 10, precocious, cheeky and sexy. She's a year or two from puberty, but her slender figure, with skinny legs and a flat chest doesn't hide the fact that she's going to be stunning. Actually, she's pretty stunning right now, if you like that sort of thing, and I do like that sort of thing. Her nickname derives from the initials of her first two names, but it was reinforced on the beach one day when she was about seven. "I need to pee," she'd said, and just stood there in front of me and Wizz and peed right through her knickers. "You're my pee-pee girl," I told her, put my hand between her legs and gave her wet knickers a squeeze. Happily her mum was not around. I'm in my den, staring at my computer when P.P. comes in. "What're you looking at, Daddy?" I'm on a website which is a Russian picture hosting site with a `kids' section that I search every day for pictures of little girls in their undies. Over the months I have downloaded a hundred or more and stored them on a thumb drive. My ex would have gone ballistic if she'd known. What has caught my interest at this moment is an album that I'm going to bookmark. It has about a dozen gifs, short moving pictures, of little girls doing cartwheels, their dresses falling to reveal their knickers, belly buttons and even nipples. I find it intensely erotic. They all look as though they're having fun. P.P. stands beside my chair, pressing against me. I put my hand on her hip and I can feel the edge of her knickers through the thin cotton of her short dress. We watch, and play the gifs through several times. "You can do that, can't you, P.P?" "Easily, but mum never let me do it. The only time I did it was in the park one day and she freaked out. `Little girls don't show their underwear off to strangers' she said, you know, in that prissy voice she has. She was always telling me to sit with my knees together, like a `proper lady'." "I know what you mean. She got nasty when Wizz and I were hanging out in the garden in just our underpants. She hated these ones I've got on now." I'm dressed, if you can call it that, in a pair of short white cotton trunks, with a pouch but no fly and the leg holes have stretched a bit so that the end of my dick tends to show. "But I think that little girls ought to show their underwear off every chance they get." She giggles and I give her a squeeze. "Now you can sit any way you like." "Wizz looks up my skirt." I whisper in her ear, "So do I." She laughs. "Would you like to show me your cartwheels? We can go out on the lawn." "O.K.," she says eagerly, and I grab my camcorder and follow her out into the bright sunlight. Wizz is already there, sitting on a garden chair with a Pepsi. "Dad, you're in your underpants!" he calls. "So what? If the neighbours see, I don't care." He laughs. "You're gonna like this, Wizz. P.P. is gonna do some cartwheels and I'm gonna record it." "Cool," he says, clearly delighted. I look through the viewfinder as P.P. takes a short run and goes into her cartwheel, her dress falling to her armpits, covering her head, showing off her blinding white cotton knickers. They contrast beautifully with her blue dress. She comes back up, her arms pinning her dress to her sides so that it doesn't fall down again. She looks at me for approval, not a bit self concious. "Awesome," says Wizz. "Do another." She does half a dozen or so, then goes into a handstand, holding it for several delicious seconds as we stare at her knickers, then goes right over into the crab. Her dress covers her head and she can't see us ogling her. We can see a perfect camel toe between slender thighs. "Isn't that sexy?" I murmur to Wizz. "Your sister is so fucking hot!" He gives me a smile. P.P. reverses and comes back upright again. "Did you get that, Daddy?" "Oh, yes, we did. You were magnificent. Wizz liked it too." She smiles and walks over to us. We huddle in a bunch, looking at the camera as we replay the action. "Are you gonna put that on the internet?" asks Wizz. "It's up to P.P. How do you feel about the whole world looking at your underwear, my sweet?" She looks up at me. "I don't mind. Go ahead. Mum isn't around to bitch anymore." "O.K., I say. "Now we can watch it again, any time we like." Wizz gives me a grateful look and I go back into my den to download the camera. The next time I look out of the window, P.P. and Wizz are wrestling on the lawn. It appears to be some kind of `I'm-gonna-pull- your-pants-down' kind of game, and they're rolling about on the grass, pulling at each other's clothing. I can hear their laughter from where I stand. They're also trying to tickle each other and I notice that Wizz's hand is frequently `accidentally' touching P.P. between the legs, and his fingers seem to linger a bit more than chance would decree. She doesn't seem to mind. At one point her face in in his crotch, pressed against the front of his little white shorts, the ones that I can see his white briefs through, as he tries to pull her knickers down. She struggles free and the next moment she is on top of him, facing his feet, straddling his shoulders, and his face is buried in her crotch. He goes limp. "O.K., I give up," he calls in a muffled voice. She sits upright, not moving as I come out of the house and approach them. I give them a big smile. "Having fun, guys?" "He was trying to pull my knickers off, Daddy." "Yeah, well boys like to do that. Grown men like to do it, too, but you can't complain. You nearly succeeded in pulling his pants off. Better luck next time." Wizz lies there. He's clearly doesn't mind the fact that his face is in her crotch. I wouldn't mind, myself. "Are you going to pee in your knickers?" I ask, laughing. She hesitates, clearly thinking about it. "I will next time. Wizz deserves it." She scrambles to her feet, leaving Wizz lying there, his face flushed, a big grin on his face. I hold out my hand and pull him to his feet. "She can pee on my face anytime," I whisper to him and he grins at me. I look at P.P. "Oh, dear, you've got grass stains on your nice white dress. We have to put it in to soak right away. Take it off." "Here? The neighbours will see." "If anyone's watching, they've had a pretty good view of your knickers already." I reach out and pull the dress up over her head. Wizz is transfixed, his eyes bulging. She looks stunning, standing there, naked except for her white knickers. "Doesn't she look hot dressed like this, Wizz?" She smiles at the compliment, and walks into the house. Her hips are swaying, rather more than you would expect from a little ten year old girl. To be honest, I don't know my kids that well. For the last six years I've been working sixteen hour days, building up my company, hardly ever seeing them, except when they were asleep, but now that the divorce is final, I've handed everything over to my manager so I can devote all my time to Wizz and P.P. There's so much about them I don't know, but I'm eager to learn. One thing is very clear. P.P. is an exhibitionist. One morning, the three of us are in the park, and I'm doing chin-ups on the outdoor exercise equipment. "Watch this, guys," I say, gripping the bar just above my head. I swing my legs up and hook my knees over the bar, let go with my hands and hang upside down. Then I come back upright and drop to the ground. "You guys try it." Wizz grins. He knows what I'm doing. They both try unsuccessfully to get their legs over the bar, and Wizz soon gives up, but P.P. keeps trying, giving us a great view of her legs and white cotton knickers. I grab her legs and help her up until her knees are over the bar, then I stand back. Her dress is up round her waist. Several guys, with their kids, are staring at her, trying to not get caught looking. My pulse starts to race. Then she lets go with her hands and falls upside down, her dress falling to her armpits, displaying her knickers, her belly button, even her nipples. Wizz is transfixed, and then he looks round. "All those guys are looking at her," he whispers. "I know. Isn't it great? Your sister knows too. She's having a great time showing off." She hangs there for fully half a minute, swaying back and forth, and then reaches up for the bar and gets down. "Well done, darling," I say. "You were magnificent. We enjoyed it." "So did all those guys," she says, looking round at the audience, who reluctantly move off. The fact that she likes showing herself in public and that strangers want to look at her, is more arousing to me than the actual display itself, erotic though it was. It's like I'm pimping her out, but I don't care, so longs as she enjoys the game. At home, I've instituted some changes since my ex left. Bed time is now much later, rules have been relaxed and our language has matured, in that I've started using `F' word with the kids. "You can use the `F' word around the house," I've told them, "and the `C' word." "What's the `C' word?" asked P.P. "Cunt," said Wizz. "I don't like that word," she replied. Neither do I. `Cunt', here in the U.K. is a perjorative term used like `asshole' in the U.S.A., and is more insulting than endearing. "So what do you call your vagina," he asked. "My pee-pee." Wizz and I laughed, but I like the word. She's still a little girl and I don't want her to grow up too fast. "P.P.'s pee-pee," I say. "I like the sound of that." We're having lunch, all three of us in our underwear. Wizz's shorts had grass stains too and had to go in the wash. "Now that your mum's gone," I tell them, "We can wear anything we like." "Or nothing," says Wizz with a smirk. "Exactly. In this hot weather nothing is quite appropriate." "Wizz just wants to look at my pee-pee," says P.P. He doesn't deny it. "Of course he does. So do I. You have a beautiful pee-pee." She smiles. "But I like you just the way you are now, darling, in just your knickers. You look pretty good, too, Wizz." He gives me a grateful look. We finish eating, toss the dishes in the sink and go back out into the garden. I set the lawn sprinkler on and watch as the kids run through the spray, getting cool. Soon, their underwear is soaked through and not only can I see P.P.'s little slit, but Wizz's cock is visible too. I go into the house and get a couple of towels and when I come out, they've finished their game. "Let's get you dry, sweetheart." I pull her knickers down and start to dry my daughter, rubbing her all over. I take my time drying her between her legs as Wizz watches and then I turn to him. "Off with your knickers, Wizz." "They're underpants. I don't wear knickers." "But I do," I say. "Your mum left some behind and I've tried them on. I look pretty hot in them. Pink nylon, translucent so you can see my cock." P.P. giggles. "You're a fuckin' Perv," says Wizz as I pull his wet briefs down. "I am," I tell him. "Wow look at your dick! I didn't know it had grown that big. Look, P.P., his dick is getting longer." I take hold of it. Despite the cold water from the sprinkler, he's getting a little boner on. "This is awesome, Wizz. Don't be ashamed if you get hard. I get hard all the time and I'm proud of it." My daughter is looking on, fascinated, as I stroke his dick, pulling his foreskin back and forth. I say to her, "He likes this. We guys like to have our dicks stroked, don't we, son?" Wizz is torn between embarrassment and the pleasure he's feeling. I keep fondling his dick for as long as seems decent and then we go into the house to find some dry clothes. We join P.P. in her bedroom as she looks through her knickers drawer. They're mostly white cotton, but there are some pastel colours, and some nylon ones with lace round the legs. "Which ones shall I wear?" she asks me. "Got any see-through knickers?" They both laugh. "No, I'm serious. I'd love to see you in see-through knickers. So would Wizz." He nods in agreement. "I'm gonna have to buy you some. Just put on some white cotton ones for now. You always look good in those." She selects a pair and I take them from her and hold them open for her to step into them "Goodbye, pee-pee," I say as I pull them up her, then I go with Wizz, who's still naked into his bedroom. He only has ordinary white briefs in his drawer. I select a pair and pull them up his legs, my face inches from his cock, which is still half hard from my earlier ministrations. "I love your dick," I tell him. "Pretty soon it'll be as big as mine." "Yours is enormous," he says, not too accurately. It's big, but nothing remarkable. "I guess you've started wanking by now. When I was your age, I was wanking two or three times a day. My record was four." He laughs. "I would lie in bed and shoot my load on to my chest and rub it in. I seemed to have a hard on most of the day. It could get embarrassing." He's gazing at my crotch. The end of my dick has protruded from the leg of my loose trunks and it's getting hard. "I still like to wank. I never got enough sex from your mother, so I'd wank instead. Sometimes, it was better than real sex. A good wank is hard to beat, unless it's a blow job. Blow jobs are fantastic." I pull the briefs up to his waist and run my hands over his bum. "I'll bet you've never had a blow job." "No, not yet. What does it feel like?" "Impossible to describe, it's so good. Sucking dick is exciting, too." "You suck dick, Dad." "I've sucked a lot of dicks. I like getting guys turned on." "You're not gay, are you?" "No, I'm bisexual, the best of both worlds. I used to fuck your mum, remember. How can I be gay when I think P.P. is so sexy?" "I see what you mean." "I was jealous when I saw her sitting on your face." He grins. "That must have been exciting. Did you get a hard-on?" "Yeah, but my briefs kept it in check." "I hoped she was going to pee her knickers. Would you have minded?" "No, it would have been fun." That's when I notice my daughter listening at the bedroom door. "Dad wants you to sit on his face, P.P." She giggles. "You're a couple of naughty boys," she says. She has no idea of how naughty we are. It's late evening, and in the British summer, it doesn't get dark until very late. We've been watching a DVD of Dakota Fanning in "Hound Dog". At every scene in which she appears in her little white knickers and vest, I remarked how sexy she looked. Wizz agreed with me. It's cooler and, P.P. has put on a dress, an old gingham sleeveless one that buttons up the front. It's been washed so many times that we can see her undies through it. Somehow the bottom two buttons have `accidentally' come undone. She sits sprawled on the couch, feet up against her bum, knees as wide apart as they will go. I know it's quite deliberate and she's making up for all the years her mum had kept her in line. My son and I have been eyeing her all evening, and she knows it. I turn the light on, and I know that in the gathering dusk, passers-by can see right in through the big picture window. "Are you gonna draw the curtains, Dad?" asks Wizz. "Why?" "People can see in." "You're point being. . .?" He looks at P.P. "Oh, I see what you mean." This is going to do wonders for property values across the street. I've been drinking beer and I have quite a buzz on. The kids are brim full of Pepsi. "Let's go shower, Guys." "I gotta pee, first," she says. I kneel down in front of her, and lean forward, my face inches from her crotch. "You didn't wet your knickers?" I ask. "She'd like to," says Wizz. "I've seen her do it lots of times." "You weren't supposed to tell!" "We don't have any secrets now, guys, I say. "You can pee in your knickers any time you want. It's fine by me. Let me check." I place my fingers on the crotch of her knickers. Wizz is grinning. "Nope, seems dry to me. Let me check again, with the taste test." I place my lips on her knickers and probe with my tongue. She wiggles but doesn't draw back. "No, no taste of pee at all. She hasn't peed her knickers, Wizz." We go into the bathroom. "Let's shower together. You can soap my back," I say. "You first, sweetheart." I lift her dress over her head and she pulls her knickers down to her knees and goes and sits on the toilet. "Hold it, P.P., I want you to pee in the shower. That's what I always do." She laughs, pulls her knickers back up and steps over to the shower. I drop my trunks and join her. Wizz is leaning against the vanity, watching it all. I close the glass shower door and put my hand between her legs. "Pee on my hand, darling." After a few seconds, I feel the warm pee trickling over my hand. She's looking into my eyes and smiling. When her flow stops, I put my hand up to my mouth and lick my palm. "Mmm, delicious!" "You like the taste of pee, Daddy?" "I like your pee, P.P." I take the soap and, standing behind her, soap her shoulder and back and then lather her little bum, going down between her legs and probing a soapy finger at her bum hole. Then I bring my arms round her and lather her chest, fingering her little nipples, then down over her tummy and finally between her legs. She moves her feet apart. "We have to get your pee-pee nice and clean so that it tastes nice. I think Wizz wants to kiss it." She chuckles. "And me, too, darling, it's so kissable." My finger goes inside her, meeting no resistance, all the way in and I finger-fuck her, in and out as she presses her bum against my hard cock. I glance at Wizz who's transfixed. "Your turn now," I say and turn my back on her. She soaps my shoulders and my bum cheeks and then reaches round and soaps the hairs on my chest. Then her hand goes down and she's lathering my pubic hair and then my hard cock. "You have to wash it thoroughly, P.P. Take your time. Roll my foreskin back, yes, just like that. Get it nice and soapy. Now do the shaft again." "She's wanking you off," says Wizz in awe. I'm getting close to cumming, so I take the soap from her, turn and rinse myself off. "That was nice, thank you." I bend down and kiss her on the lips. "Your turn, Wizz," I call. She steps out of the stall and he comes in, still in his briefs. "I want to pee in my underpants, too" he says, grinning. I cup his basket as he pees, by other hand on his bum. "Stop," I call, go down on my knees and pull his brief down. "Pee on my face." "Wow!" says P.P. I close my eyes as his warm stream hits me on the forehead, then I open my mouth and let it fill. I quickly swallow it and pull his still pissing dick into my mouth. His bladder must have been bursting. I get several mouthfuls and swallow it all. When he's finished I keep my hands on his bum so he can't pull out and start to give him a real blow job. He arches his back and lets out a groan. A horny twelve year old is not going to last long, so I release him and ask him to soap me all over. "Do my dick like your sister did, son." The feel of his hand on my cock drives me crazy, so after a minute or so I grab the soap from him and lather his perfect little body. Then I go down on my knees again and take his cock back into my mouth. I get my hand all soapy, push it between his legs and press my middle finger against his hole. Taking my mouth off his dick I say, "Just relax and let it go in. Pretend it's my dick." My finger slides easily in and I finger fuck him as I did my daughter and continue sucking him off. P.P. has her face pressed against the glass shower door, watching it all. "I'm gonna cum!" he groans. I pull away, grasp his cock and aim it at my open mouth. I want my daughter to see what a facial looks like. He cums, a generous amount for one so young, and some lands on my forehead and cheek but most goes into my mouth. I milk his dick until he's dry, turn to face P.P., swallow and lick my lips. "That was delicious, just as nice as your pee, darling." She gives me a big grin. Out of the shower, we all dry off and go to our separate rooms. I lie down on my big bed, my cock aching with desire, replaying the events of the day. Oh, how I love my kids. I desperately want to wank, but on the other hand, I don't want the excitement to end. I lie there naked, my cock rigid, thinking about how my daughter looked doing cartwheels, deliberately exhibiting herself and her white little-girl knickers, and just the thought is enough to make me cum without touching myself. My cock explodes and cum shoots up as far as my face, coating my chest hairs. I rub it in. A week has gone by and we've had a lot of fun. I've had a private conversation with my son in which I asked him a favour. "If you get into any naughty sexy stuff with your sister, I won't mind, in fact I hope you do, but please don't make her do anything she doesn't want to do." "Not much chance of that." I grin. "If you do. . ." "When I do," he interrupts. ". . .When you do, how would you feel if I wanted you to let me watch?" "No problem, Dad. You know how she likes being looked at. In fact, I want you to watch. It'll be a turn on. I know you liked it when she watched you suck me off." Wizz has been practicing with butt plugs. The day after I first sucked his cock, I told him that one of the things I liked best in all the world was being fucked up the arse. "Doesn't it hurt?" he asked. "Not if you stretch your sphincter first. Use the small plug, push it in and leave it for a while. Switch to a bigger one when it doesn't sting anymore. Meanwhile, I want you to know how good it feels when you fuck. Take your underpants off and lie on the bed." I gaze at him, my beautiful little boy, naked with his cock rigid. I pour some sun-tan oil from a bottle beside the bed on to my hand, and coat his dick generously. Then I slide my own underpants down and straddle him. With my hand I guide his cock so that the tip is touching my hole. I love this moment, when I know I'm about to be fucked. I slowly lower myself down, gazing into his eyes, and his cock slides in easily, all the way to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh, my God," he cries. "Fuck me, son! Fuck your daddy's arse! Shove it right up me as hard as you can!" His eyes are closed and he's lunging upwards, ramming his cock into me. "God, I loved it! Harder, Wizz, harder!" I'm deriving untold pleasure from his dick, relatively small though it is. I've dreamed of this moment for years, but I didn't know it would be this good. He's moaning and grunting and I know he's about to cum, so I start to wank my dick. He pushes my hand away and does the job for me. Then I feel his dick pulse inside me and I know he's cumming and my own orgasm explodes. My cum shoots on to his face and chest, and I collapse on top of him, gasping for breath. "Holy shit, Dad!" he says, after a minute. "That was fantastic. I didn't know anything could feel that good." "I loved it. Having your cock inside me makes me so happy, son." "I know I'm gonna like it when you fuck me,' he says, and my heart fills with love for him. "Keep practicing with the butt plugs. It won't be long now." He does his homework religiously and now he can take my full size dildo with very little discomfort. Tonight, at dinner, P.P. is wearing a pair of nylon tap pants that I've bought for her, like jogging shorts with a loose leg, that are totally sheer and show off her pee-pee completely. They have lace round the legs and she looks adorable in them. Wizz has commandeered some of my white cotton trunks with the stretched legs and this lets him `accidentally' show off his cock to us. I have on a pair of shocking pink silk boxers that have a wide fly that seldom conceals my dick when it's hard. They look a little gay, but that's the point. "Guys, I have a friend coming over later. She's a colleague from work. Her name's Lilly." "Is she your girlfriend," asks P.P., anxiously. "Not really, though she's pretty hot. I've fondled her tits a few times. She's been coming on to me at work for weeks now and she's groped my cock once or twice." "So what are WE gonna do all evening?" asks Wizz. "You're gonna watch." "Cool!" they both say. We're washing the dishes when the doorbell rings. I open the door and let her in. "This is Lilly, guys. Meet my lovely daughter P.P. and my handsome son, Wizz." She shakes their hands. She wearing a black cocktail dress, snug but not tight, which comes down to mid-thigh. "Why are all you guys in your underwear?" she asks. "This is what we hang out in all day," says Wizz. "It's cool in the hot weather." "And we look so fuckin' sexy," I add. "No argument there," says Lilly. "I feel overdressed." "We can fix that," I say. "Wizz, do the honours." He steps behind her and unzips her dress, then pushes it off her shoulders and it falls round her ankles. We all gasp. She's wearing a loose, filmy white camisole with lace at the top and bottom. We can see her dark nipples through it. Below, she has on a pair of turquoise full cut silk knickers with lace panels on the sides. The material is sheer enough for us to see her dark bush beneath. "You're beautiful," says my daughter, her eyes big. "Stunning," says Wizz. "I've never been undressed by a young man before. You're, what, twelve?" "Nearly thirteen," he says. "Very advanced for his age," I comment. "Come and sit on the couch. Let me fix you a drink." She asks for a martini, and I'm guessing she's already had a couple. She sits on the couch with her legs splayed and I bring her drink and sit beside her, placing my arm round her shoulder. Her forearm rests on my cock which is getting hard. I turn and kiss her on the cheek. With my hand, I slip the strap of her camisole from her shoulder and let it fall. This exposes her left tit and my hand goes under her arm and cups it, my fingers rolling her nipple. She sighs and leans her head against mine. "We have an audience," she says. She isn't really surprised, as I have previously briefed her, telling her that my kids are mature for their ages and they won't be freaked out by a bit of groping and fondling. "Do you mind? I like an audience when things start to warm up." She laughs. "You dirty old dog. Your own kids, too!. Are you one of those guys who `likes to keep it in the family'?" If only she knew! "Do you disapprove?" "Darling, I couldn't disapprove of anything you did." My daughter is staring at Lilly's crotch. "You have a lot of hair down there. I don't have any pubic hair." "Yes, I can see you don't. But you will soon, P.P., any day now, I imagine." "I'm not sure I want hair," my daughter says. "My daddy doesn't like hair." Lilly turns to me. "Is that so? You like shaved pussies, so they look like little girl pussies?" "Sure I do. Don't be offended, but what I'd really like to do is shave your snatch." Lilly laughs, pauses and then says, "If you really want to, I suppose it's O.K. with me." I send Wizz to the bathroom for shaving soap, a razor and scissors. "Bring a bowl of water and a wash cloth, too." I call. "P.P., would you like to pull Lilly's knickers down?" Like a flash, my daughter is on her knees in front of us, tugging at Lilly's knickers. Lilly lifts her hips and they slide down. "Can I try them on, please, Lilly?" "Go ahead, sweetheart," she says, watching intently as P.P. slides her own sexy knickers down, steps out of them and pulls Lilly's up. "Oh, my darling, you look so sexy!" says Lilly. Turning to me, she adds, "Your kids are amazing. They're not embarrassed by anything." Just then, Wizz comes back into the room. "You missed all the fun, Wizz," says Lilly. "Your sister took my knickers off and has them on. Isn't she hot?" "Wow! P.P., you sexy little slut." He's smiling as he says it. "But I like sluts. I wish it had been me taking your knickers off, Lilly." He sits on the couch beside me. She spreads her legs and P.P. and I kneel between them as I trim the hair of her bush down to a crew-cut with the scissors. Then I spread shaving cream over her bush with my fingers, straying a bit to touch her clit and lips. "P.P. Put your thumb here on her clit while I shave her. I don't want to cut her." My girl obediently covers the clit. Am I detecting little circular motions with her thumb? I think so. I carefully shave all the hair off and then reach for the wash cloth and hand it to my daughter. "Wipe all the soap off, darling." P.P. takes her sweet time, sponging Lilly's lips and mound. "Now I have to check that we've cleaned off all the shaving cream," I say, and lean in and place my lips on her pussy. My tongue goes inside her and then I drag it up over her already swollen clit and back down again. Her head is thrown back and she starts to moan. I come up briefly for air, long enough to say, "No trace of soap at all." Then, to my daughter, "Take hold of my cock, darling. Be nice to your daddy." She takes my cock from my boxers and grips is, slowly stroking up and down, keeping the motion nice and slow as I've taught her. I look up for long enough to see Lilly reach out and feel Wizz's cock, sliding her hand up the loose leg of his trunks and pulling it out to get a good grip on it. I go back to eating pussy, enjoying the intense aroma of sex, until Lilly lets out a gasp and goes rigid. Clearly, she's had an orgasm. "Wow!" say, P.P., "I think she just came." "Don't stop," she groans, but I straighten up, take my daughter's hand from my cock and place its tip against her pussy lips. "Watch this, guys," I say, and thrust my cock into her. My kids are staring, bug eyed. "Holy shit!" says Wizz. "He's fucking her." I pound away for a minute or so, sweat pouring off my brow. "I'm jealous," says P.P. With these words, in effect, my daughter is telling me that she wants me to fuck her. The idea is so overpowering that I promptly cum inside Lilly, my cock pumping a big load of creamy cum inside her. I collapse on top of her, panting for breath. Then I pull out. I get to my feet. Lilly is still lying there, cum dripping from her pussy. "Don't waste it, Wizz. Clean her up." Wizz is down on his knees in a flash, his tongue inside her, lapping up my cum. P.P. stands up and I put my arms around her, kissing her on the lips. "You don't have to be jealous, darling," I whisper. "All you have to do is ask." Lilly has gone home, a satisfied woman. It's nearly bed time and I'm out in the back garden tidying up in the dark. There's a shaft of light coming from a gap in the curtains of P.P.'s room. I go to the window and look in. I know I can't be seen. P.P. is lying on her bed, the sheet down at her knees, her cotton nightie bunched up at her waist. I make a mental note to buy her a sexy baby-doll nightie. She'll like that. Wizz comes into the room, dressed in my stretched white trunks. "Don't you ever knock?" she asks. "I was hoping to catch you naked," he says. "We both know you wouldn't mind." She grins. "Were you masturbating?" She snorts. "I don't masturbate." "Not yet, you don't. But I do. Watch me." He pulls his hard dick out of the leg of the trunks and starts to stroke it. My own cock is rigid. "Are you gonna cum? Like Daddy does?" "I will if you suck it, P.P." She smiles, invitingly. He climbs on to the bed and straddles her, his knees either side of her chest, his cock pointing at her face. "Suck it like Dad does." He leans forward and she eagerly opens her mouth and takes him in, almost all the way to the hilt. He thrusts in and out until she pushes him away. "Not so hard. You're making me gag." "Sorry," he says, putting his cock back in, now thrusting slower and more gently. "Do you wanna drink my pee?" he asks. I expect my daughter to be revolted, but she nods her head and Wizz goes still. I can see her swallowing as fast as she can, until she pushes him away. A dribble of pee lands on her face as she gasps for breath. After a few seconds, she says, "It tastes better than I thought it would. Are you gonna cum in my mouth?" "If you like." She nods again and my son continues fucking her face. My heart is pounding and I think I'm gonna squirt in my underpants. Then Wizz goes rigid and I know he's cum. P.P. milks his dick with her hand until he pulls out. I see her swallow. "Yummy," she says. "I like the taste of cum. It's even better than pee." Wizz falls on his back beside her. "Tomorrow night I'm gonna lick your pee-pee and fuck you, Sis, and drink your pee. I've been thinking about it for months." "No, you're not," she says indignantly. "I want Daddy to take my virginity. He should be the first. I want to suck his cock and have him pee all over me and cum on my face. I've fallen in love with his dick. But I'll let you watch." I am so in love with my kids. It's the following morning, and I'm in the shower finger fucking myself, when Wizz comes in and pulls his underpants off. I open the shower door, letting him see my naked body with a huge boner. "Look at my cock, son. Isn't it magnificent? I love showing it off." I'm so horny thinking about last night, how my daughter sucked him off and drank his pee. "It's a great cock, Dad. P.P. likes it too." "Step in the shower, son. Make your dad happy." I take the soap and lather up his cock until it's rigid, then I finger fuck him with a soapy middle finger, as far up as it will go. He reaches behind and takes hold of my cock, bends forward and pushes it between his legs. "It's time, Dad. I need to be fucked. Do it now!" I put the tip of my soapy cock against his hole. "Relax, son, just let it go in." I push gently and there's very little resistance. I feel him push back against me as the tip of my dick goes past his sphincter. "Are you O.K.? We can stop if it hurts." "For fuck's sake, don't stop! Fuck me, Dad! Fuck me!" My cock slides all the way in and as I begin long slow thrusts and I reach around and grip his cock. It's as hard as an iron bar. "Oh, it's so good!'. I love it, Dad, I really love it!" I let go of his cock because I don't want him to cum before I do. I want him to feel me pulsing inside him, pumping my cum up his bum hole. He's squirming and wriggling, pushing back at me, trying to get my cock farther up his arse, but it's buried to the hilt. Then, like a flood, the electric feeling starts all over my body and rushes to my cock and I feel my cum shooting out into my son, my gorgeous, sexy son. I reach round him again, but his hand is already busy, and I leave my cock inside him for the few seconds it takes for him to wank his dick and cum. We both collapse on the floor of the shower, struggling to regain our breath. Then the shower door opens, and my daughter is standing there, naked, a towel in hand. "Have you guys finished?" she asks, innocently, as though nothing has happened. "Yes," I reply, breathlessly. "I've just fucked Wizz up his bum." "So I see." "Don't be jealous, Sis. You'll be next." I smile at her and she smiles back. It's bedtime and I go into my daughter's room to tuck her in. I have a present for her. She's still dressed, and she lets me unbutton her dress, from bottom to top, slowly revealing her white knickers and a little cotton crop-top than comes down to the bottom of her ribs. I slide the dress off her shoulders, and lean back to look at her. "I adore looking at you, P.P." "I know, and I get all tingly when you look, Daddy." I pull her knickers down and let her step out of them, then pull the crop top over her head. "You like to see me naked, don't you?" "Naked, or in your underwear, you're good enough to eat." I give her my present and she unwraps a light blue flimsy baby-doll nightie and holds it up. "Oh, Daddy, it's totally transparent!" She puts it on. The front is open all the way up to where it fastens across her undeveloped tits and the micro-knickers barely cover her slit and bum. She pirouettes. "Dah-dah!" she sings. "I'm beautiful, I'm sexy, and my Daddy loves me. Look at me, Daddy, feast your eyes. I'm all yours." "I'm in love with you, sweetheart. Look what you've done to me." She glances down at my iron hard cock poking out of my boxers, and smiles. "Daddy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?" My head begins to spin and I think I'm going to faint. "Oh, yes, absolutely. We can spend the whole night together in each other's arms." I take her by the hand and lead her into my room and I sit on the bed and look at her again. "Do you sleep in your underpants, Daddy?" "Not tonight, darling. I'm sleeping naked." "Then me too," she says, shrugging of the nightie. "Take my knickers off." I obey her command and she climbs onto my bed and lies on her back, her legs apart. I pull my boxers off and lie down beside her and roll on to my side so that my lips are next to her ear, my cock pressed against her thigh. "I love you, P.P. I love your long hair, I love your big, dreamy eyes, I love your lips, so kissable." I lean in and kiss her on the mouth, feeling her soft lips pushing eagerly against mine. Her little tongue probing. We hold the kiss for long seconds and then I say, "I love your skin, I love your titties." I slide down l the bed a little way and kiss her nipples, running my tongue round them. "I love your belly button and your tummy." Further down the bed, I push my tongue into her navel, then lick the creamy skin of her tummy. I slide further down and gaze at her slit. "What an adorable pee-pee you have, my sweet. It looks so kissable." I plant a kiss on it and probe with my tongue, pushing it as far in as it will go. Her hips lift to meet me as my tongue caresses her clit. Then I roll on to back up beside her, grab her waist and turn her body round so that her feet are by my head, and pull her on top of me. She pulls her knees up so she's squatting on my face. I push her bum up in the air so I can say, "My love, I want you to pee right into my mouth." "Oh, yes, Daddy," she says, her voice excited. I clamp my lips over her slit and wait, and soon I'm rewarded by a stream of warm pee, filling my mouth and I have to swallow. Another two mouthfuls and she's empty. I push her bum up again. "So fuckin' tasty, darling. That was amazing." "I want to drink yours, Daddy," she says and her lips go round my rigid dick, and her slit is on my face again. It's hard to pee through an erection as hard as mine is, but soon I can feel it flowing. My bladder had not been very full and soon I'm done and she takes my dick from her mouth. "Is that all, Daddy?. There wasn't much." "Lots more next time," is all I have time to say before she sits down on my face again and takes my dick back in her mouth, pushes her tongue under my foreskin and swirls it around. I've never had oral sex this good before, and it's far too stimulating to let her continue. I push her bum up again so I can breath and say, "Sit on my cock, sweetheart." "Oh yes!" she says and swivels her body round until she straddles my hips. "Fuck me, Daddy," she cries in her little girl voice. She lifts her torso up and, with her hand, places the end of my cock against her slit. "If it hurts, we can stop, I reassure her." She doesn't wait, just lets her body fall to impale herself on me. My cock goes right in, all the way. She throws her head back and gasps. "Oh yes, fuck me! All the way! Harder! Deeper!" I'm furiously fucking my little ten year old daughter, knowing that she's loving every minute of it. Her little body bounces up and down furiously, as I reach up and finger her nipples. Each time my cock goes into her, I can feel the end touching something, her cervix maybe, and each time she lets out a little gasp. I know I can't last very long. I look past her to the open bedroom door and see my son Wizz, visible in the light from the hall. Dressed as always in sexy white underpants, he has his hand down the front and is wanking himself vigorously. The knowledge that my son has seen it all is too much and my whole body seems to explode as a storm rushes up my dick and I fire my cum deep inside my daughter. She collapses on to my chest, panting, her body covered in sweat. I whisper in her ear, "Your brother is watching." She smiles. "Perfect, Daddy. You l know I love to be watched." She rolls off my body and lies on her back, legs wide apart. "Come in, Wizz. Come and lick P.P.'s pussy juice off my dick, then clean her up." He quickly sucks my softening dick clean and then lies down, his head between his sister's legs, and laps my cum from her dripping crack. "It's your turn, tomorrow, Wizz," she says. "Can I watch?" I ask her. "Of course, Daddy. I wouldn't have it any other way." The End. For comments, feedback and a list of my other stories, email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.