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Melissa awoke on Wednesday morning when she felt John climbing over her to get out of bed.
"Ohhh," she groaned. "Please tell me it's not time to get up yet. Ooooh!" she grimaced as she tentatively probed her cruelly abused cunt and asshole. "Yep, definitely sore as hell this morning."
"Told you," Keith assured her cheerfully if rather unhelpfully from the other side of the bed. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" he inquired hopefully.
"Sorry," John reminded them both before Melissa could even fully consider her brother's tempting offer, "Any fucking you actually feel like doing you're going to have to do in the shower. Those are the weekday rules, okay? I'll be back up to join you soon as soon as I get breakfast started. And Melissa? Please strip the sheets off the bed and get them started washing when you come downstairs."
"Yes, Daddy," Melissa responded with exaggerated submissiveness. John stopped and turned, looking at her oddly. "What?" Melissa asked, worried that she'd somehow offended him.
"It's – well, that's the second time you've called me Dad or Daddy," he answered almost bashfully.
"Uh, yeah," Melissa acknowledged with a worried frown. "Do you mind?"
"No, not at all," he shook his head with a bemused expression. "It's actually – well, um, no, I don't mind at all." He turned once more and headed out of the bedroom, calling back over his shoulder, "But don't forget the sheets."
Once they were alone in the room, Keith eagerly slid over on the bed and plopped himself atop his sister, bending his head down to give her a long and very un-brotherly kiss.
"Wow," Melissa breathed at last. "And good morning to you, too. Ohhh, God, Keith, that feels so nice," she murmured as she felt her brother's fingers slide down her body and into her crotch. "Shit, Keith," she moaned, "You know we can't get started with anything here, no matter how good it feels. We have to get in the shower."
With a sorrowful look, Keith heaved himself to his feet before looking back down at her impishly. "Actually, speaking of feeling, you're feeling a little sandpapery down there," he noted with a glance at her naked vulva.
"Huh!" Melissa snorted indignantly. "Just for that, you can shave my pussy for me this morning."
Keith grinned from ear to ear. "Sounds great to me." He held out a hand to his sister to help her to her feet. As Melissa started to tug the bedding off the large bed, Keith stepped around the other side of the bed to help, which Melissa acknowledged with a grateful smile.
"Seriously, though," he asked as he pulled the pillowcases off the pillows, "What's up with you starting to call John `dad'? I know you well enough to know you're doing it on purpose. What? You think that will start to put the idea of marrying Mom into his head so he really would be our dad?"
"Shit!" Melissa swore with a shake of her head. "Am I that obvious?"
"Well, yeah," Keith confirmed, cocking his head to look at her affectionately. "But I really don't think John needs any more encouragement, you know? I'm actually surprised he and Mom haven't just gone and started fucking right in front of us already."
"No kidding," Melissa giggled. "I think they've come pretty close a couple of times." Her face sobered. "But if you think it's a bad idea, I'll stop calling John that."
"No, no, don't stop," Keith answered her seriously as he helped gather up all the soiled bedding from the floor. "It really seemed like it meant a lot to him, Sis. So yeah, keep it up. I may even start doing the same," he added thoughtfully.
"Well, he is more of a dad than we've ever had before, you know what I mean?" Melissa remarked in a hushed voice now that they had left the bedroom and were out in the hall. Keith nodded in silent agreement. They dropped the sheets at the top of the stairs and proceeded to the bathroom.
"Should we make sure Brad and Stephanie are up?" Keith asked as they entered the empty bathroom.
"Naw," Melissa shook her head. "Dad'll make sure they're up," she said with a grin at her brother, who raised his eyebrows at her but said nothing. "Besides," Melissa went on in a mischievous tone as she reached into the tub to start the shower water warming up, "I'd kind of like to get the pussy shaving done before everyone else gets here so I'm ready for whatever when they're all here."
"You're seriously wanting to fuck again already?" Keith marveled. "I thought you were totally sore."
"Oh, I'm sore all right," Melissa answered with feeling, "But I'd have to be a lot more sore than this to not want to fuck," she giggled. Besides," she shrugged, "I'm still so stretched out, I'm not sure even John's cock would even hit the sides of anything."
Keith blew out his breath, shaking his head. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said simply.
"I am, aren't I?" Melissa happily agreed, unburdened by false modesty. She reached her hand in and felt the water. "It's getting hot now. Come on, Brother. Let's get my cunt shaved!" Keith grinned and readily followed her into the tub.
They had finished shaving Melissa's pubic region and Keith was carefully ensuring he hadn't missed any spots with his tongue when the shower curtain was pulled aside and they heard John say admiringly, "Oh, now that looks really sweet," as he stepped in behind them. "I take it you're not too sore to have your clit licked?" he asked Melissa drolly.
Keith raised his head. "She's insisting she's ready to fuck again, Dad," he said, hoping his use of the name wouldn't cause a problem, and went on, "She even claims that she's so stretched out that our cocks won't even hit the sides. Sounds like a challenge to me," he added as he stood up, turned and, putting his arms around John's neck and kissing him long and passionately.
"My! That's quite a good morning greeting," John smiled with an aroused glint in his eye as he took the bar of soap and began to lather his body. "And I notice that now you think it's okay to call me Dad, too," he added pointedly.
Keith felt momentarily flustered, but bravely plunged ahead. "Yeah, if that's okay with you," he answered earnestly. "You're a way better dad to both of us than our biological one ever was, and we both really do want you to be our dad. So, yeah," he trailed off weakly.
To his relief, John beamed at him, and then at Melissa. "Oh, my God! You wouldn't believe what hearing you say that does to me. Every time I think I couldn't possibly love you more, we start a new day and I find I do. So yes, I would be pleased and honored for you to call me your father. Though I don't mind you calling me John, either," he added with a twinkle in his eye. He quickly rinsed off the soapy lather and said with a significant glance, "Since my two actual children seem to be tardy this morning, I think it's time my two new ones and I had a good fuck, don't you? Melissa, where do you want me?"
"Ass, please, John," Melissa informed him with a sultry look, turning her body to present her backside to him. "Keith, would you please fuck my cunt at the same time?"
"It would be my pleasure, my sexy sister," Keith replied, stepping up to her and hesitantly sliding a finger into her pussy. "How's that feel? Does it hurt too much?"
"Ohhhh, God, Keith, can't you feel how wet I am?" Melissa groaned. "For some reason, the more turned on I get, the less I notice the soreness. And I'm really turned on now," she added in a husky voice. Then she gasped as she felt John insert a soapy finger into her butt.
"And how's that feel, my lady?" John murmured in her ear from behind as he caressed one of her preternaturally large boobs with his free hand.
"That feels incredible, John," Melissa moaned. "I'm so loose I'm already ready for your cock, lover. Do it! Shove it in me. You, too, Keith," she urged her brother. She sighed deeply as she felt both men's members penetrate her and bury themselves deep inside her. "Ohhhh, God! That's perfect, guys. Don't worry about me – it feels incredible. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she commanded.
Keith and John didn't need to be told twice. They began plowing into the plump twelve-year-old with alacrity, alternating their rhythms so that sometimes they were plunging into her at the same time and other times taking turns. Melissa was quickly reduced to a whimpering, gasping, moaning pile of incredibly aroused flesh, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before all three of them would be coming.
"Just- just so you know," John panted behind her, "I can definitely feel you – all of you."
"Hoh! God, yes! You sure can!" Melissa agreed breathlessly, her head already lolling on her brother's shoulder as he manfully thrust into her.
"Yep," Keith gasped, "I can feel you, too. It feels fucking fantastic!"
"And vice versa," John grunted from the other side of Melissa's body.
At that moment, the shower curtain was pulled aside and Stephanie and Brad tumbled into the steamy space. "Well!" Stephanie announced loudly as she surveyed the way her girlfriend was being double-penetrated, "I was going to say how sorry I was that we made you wait for us. But since you didn't wait at all, I won't."
Stephanie's tone indicated she was miffed, but when Melissa glanced up out of her sexually aroused haze, there was this smug, satisfied look on her face that Melissa knew all too well. "Huh!" she grunted, "It's not like you guys waited, either. Hoh! Oh, God! Shit! Shit! I can tell from your face- hunnghhh! That you guys already- ohhhh! Already fucked, too!"
"Oooh, busted," Keith chuckled weakly, his brow furrowed in concentration as he plunged his rock-hard cock deeply into his sister's cunt hole.
"Yeah, well," Stephanie shrugged unrepentantly as she reached for the soap and began to briskly lather her brother's body. "We were going to come right in, only then Brad started kissing me, and then I started kissing him back, and, well, you know how it goes."
Her father looked at her sharply, but he was all too clearly approaching an orgasm and didn't bother to remonstrate.
For her part, Melissa was already feeling the warning twinges in her cunt that presaged her own climax, and she began to hoarsely cry out, urging her two lovers to fuck her even harder. "Hoh! Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill me up! Haannnggg! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Shit, yes! Just like that! Come in me! Come in me! Ohhhh! Fucking God! I'm coming! I'm- aaagghh! I'm coming! I'm- hhhhhaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she roared incoherently as her body bucked and trembled under the erotic onslaught, her orgasm sending sparks and tingles from her toes up to her head. She clung helplessly to Keith and John's strong arms supported her from behind as she writhed and shuddered with each new exquisite spasm. She felt her bladder release and simply let it flow out of her.
"Damn, girl," Stephanie breathed once Melissa's tortured cries and convulsions had receded. "I never get tired of watching you come. And I can't believe you're able to do that after what you did last night. I'd think you'd be way too sore to even think about having sex this morning."
"Well, that's the funny thing," Melissa answered her between heaving breaths, still clinging to Keith and relishing the feel of both pricks inside her for as long as she could. "It turns out that the more turned on I am, the less it hurts. So I guess the answer to too much fucking is more fucking, huh?" she asked with a wan smile.
Stephanie just shook her head incredulously. "Only you would figure something like that out."
"What can I say?" Melissa shrugged. "You're the one who turned me into a sex maniac. Now I can't hardly think about anything else. Ohhh," she groaned in disappointment as she felt the two detumescent cocks slip out from inside her cunt and ass. "Thanks for another incredible fuck, my loves," she addressed both Keith and John.
"Thank you!" John responded with feeling before his voice turned matter of fact. "But now, we all need to finish getting washed and get moving on our day." He stepped out of the still running shower and handed towels to Melissa and Keith, who had stepped out behind him. Without a word between them, both Melissa and Keith turned their towels on John, drying him thoroughly despite his mock protests. By the time they were finished with John and had dried each other off, Stephanie and Brad had finished in the shower, and Keith and Melissa eagerly set to drying off their young lovers. Carefully hanging the damp towels back on their racks, Melissa hurriedly followed Stephanie down the hall to dress for school.
Breakfast was quiet, with everyone in the household concentrating on finishing their breakfasts, though Melissa noticed that all of them would keep sneaking looks at each other and smiling at the memories of the incredibly loving sex they had been sharing with each other.
Melissa suddenly remembered that her mother had called the previous evening. "How was your call with our mom last night, John? How is she?" she asked, glancing at her brother.
"Oh, you finally got around to remembering about that, did you?" John responded with a raised eyebrow.
Melissa had the good grace to blush. "Well, you know, there was a lot going on after that," she shrugged sheepishly.
"I'm well aware," John replied with a droll expression. "Still, I don't think I'll tell her that her kids were too busy fucking like insane bunnies to even think about her."
"That's not fair, Dad," Stephanie protested. "You were fucking just as hard as the rest of us, and you didn't even think to mention about Melissa's mom until someone else asked!"
"Okay, okay, so I'm guilty, too," her father chuckled good-naturedly. "Anyway, she's doing fine, and keeping really busy at the show there. She said she misses you guys very much and can't wait to get home. Oh," he added, "She also wants one of you to check the house this afternoon, just to make sure everything's okay there and to water the plants if they need it."
"Okay," Melissa nodded cheerfully, "I'll take care of that right after school," smiling at Keith to indicated she was volunteering willingly. "So was that all? You and Mom were on the phone for a long time to just say that," she observed archly.
John gave her a neutral look. "We were just talking and getting to know each other better. Any problem with that?"
"None at all," Melissa smiled gently. "I'm glad. I shouldn't have teased you," she added contritely.
"No harm done," the older man nodded sagely. "Now," he announced loudly, "If everyone is about done with breakfast, we've got to get moving." Everyone quickly shoved the last bites into their mouths and hurried to brush teeth and gather their things for school.
The school day seemed to sail by easily for Melissa, though perhaps she wasn't concentrating on the teachers and the lessons as well as she could have because twice teachers asked her questions out of the blue that left her flummoxed and made Stephanie giggle knowingly. She understood that Melissa had probably been lost in an erotic reverie, recalling everything she and all her lovers had been doing over the past several days, not to mention anticipating what the afternoon and evening would bring.
In truth, the constant twinges of pain in her over-stretched anus and vagina, rather than make her uncomfortable, served to constantly remind her of the fucking she'd done the previous days. By the time the final dismissal bell rang, Melissa had worked herself up into a high state of sexual excitement and could feel the juices flowing freely out of her pubescent cunt.
As on the day before, she stopped off in the bathroom to remove her bra and panties in one of the stalls. This time Stephanie joined her to do the same, though not- despite how much they were tempted – in the same stall. But the look Stephanie gave her when they both emerged was so smoldering that it was clear she had been thinking about that first night of their love affair that had started with them stripping off their underwear for each other in the darkened bathroom stall, just as Melissa had.
"You ready?" Stephanie asked as they emerged from the bathroom.
"You have no idea how ready!" Melissa giggled, acutely conscious of the dribble of quim slithering down the inside of her thigh from her drenched pussy slit now that there were no underpants to absorb it.
"Good!" Stephanie giggled as they headed out the door of the school and waved at Brad who was waiting for them at the street. "Only don't forget, you're supposed to stop off at your place on the way home," she reminded her plump lover.
"Oh, shit!" Melissa swore, "I totally forgot about that `cause all I could think of was how much I can't wait to, um," she lowered her voice, "Well, fuck you like crazy. Hey, you want to come with me?" she asked hopefully.
"Uh, tempting as that is, love," Stephanie demurred, "I think I really should be getting home and starting my piano practice. That way," she added with a sidelong glance, "I'll be all ready for you when you get back."
"Now there's some incentive to hurry," Melissa laughed as they caught up to Brad and Melissa unhesitatingly took his hand, earning her a grateful smile from her black-haired boyfriend.
"Hurry about what?" Brad wanted to know. When Stephanie explained, Brad asked, "So do you want me to come with you?" a hopeful expression on his face.
"Hey!" his sister blurted, "No fair! If I have to wait for her, so can you! You know that if you go with her, all you're going to do is, well," the looked around quickly, "Spend the whole time fucking, and she probably won't even remember to water the plants."
"Fine, fine," Brad assented glumly. "Don't take too long, though, okay?" he asked Melissa, giving her a pleading look.
"Okay, okay," Melissa laughed, secretly pleased to hear how much both of them desired her. "But why do you both have to wait for me? Did you get too much of each other last night?" she asked impishly.
Stephanie gave her brother a warm smile. "No, not at all. Last night – and this morning – were really nice," she replied. "I definitely am not tired of being able to fuck my brother. How `bout you, Bro?" she grinned.
"Definitely not either," he answered with a look so loving that Melissa felt a lump grow in her throat.
"So I promise, I'll be as quick as I can," Melissa affirmed, "But I don't mind if you start without me – I'll join in when I get there, okay?"
"Deal!" both Muller children exclaimed in unison, then looked at each other and giggled.
"And here's my turnoff," Melissa announced, stepping in close to give Brad a short but passionate kiss. "See you both in a bit," she promised once more before turning away and heading down the street to her house.
As Melissa turned onto her home street, she was puzzled to see a vaguely familiar vehicle parked in front of the house. "No!" she muttered aloud. "Can that really be Dad's car? What the fuck is he doing here?"
As she walked up beside the car and bent down to peer in the passenger window, she shook her head in disbelief. "Dad!" she called, tapping on the window, "What the- I mean, what are you doing here?" she demanded.
The man inside started as if he'd been asleep and turned to her. It was unmistakably her father, but Melissa had to admit that he looked terrible. He had a growth of beard several days old and he'd grown a bit of a paunch around his middle since she'd last seen him. But his eyes lit up with delight when he recognized her and leaned over to open the door for her. "Oh, my little girl!" he beamed, "I can't believe how good it is to see you. Get in, get in!" he urged.
Melissa hesitated. "Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea," she answered dubiously. "You're not going to drive off with me are you?"
The man looked genuinely shocked. "What?! Oh, God, sweetie, no," he shook his head vigorously. "I just wanted to talk to you and it's a little cool out to be standing outside. Besides, I'm your father," he insisted. "Why would I do something like that?"
Giving the man a cool look as Melissa rather reluctantly got into the car and sat in the passenger seat, she responded, "Well, are you? Really? My father wouldn't have just took off without a word and then not say anything for three whole years!" she bristled, getting angrier by the minute. "Not to mention never paying Mom a dime for our support! You have no idea how hard it's been ever since!" she snapped. "So why show up now? We're finally getting it all together, no thanks to you."
He lowered his eyes and mumbled, "I know, I know. I'm really sorry. I just kind of lost it for a while, and Jill convinced me that the best thing to do would be make a clean break of everything."
"A clean break?" Melissa asked, too astonished to even be angry. "From your own children? And I suppose she also talked you into spending all your money on her instead of the family you abandoned?"
"Uh, yeah, that's about the story," he muttered. "I was so stupid," he went on, shaking his head ruefully.
"Wait – what do you mean `was' so stupid?" Melissa asked acidly. "Are you trying to tell me she finally dumped your worthless ass?"
"Such language!" her father remonstrated, looking startled.
"Shit, Dad, I say a whole lot worse than that now," Melissa replied with bitterness. "We all had to grow up in a hurry." She gave him a measured look. "So that's why you're snooping around here again? That bitch threw you out and you figured you'd just see if Mom would take you back after everything you did to us?"
"Well, I did want to talk to her and, well, just talk," he mumbled awkwardly.
"Well first, she's not home now," Melissa barked. "She's out of town on business and actually doing something with her life. And second, I can guarantee you she has absolutely no interest in seeing you. She's finally gotten her life together, she has a boyfriend that Keith and I adore, and frankly none of us want or need you in our lives at all anymore. I can't make it any clearer than that!" she summarized defiantly.
"Wow," the man grimaced. "I suppose I don't deserve to expect anything more. I know I fu- uh, screwed up royally."
"It's okay, Dad," Melissa retorted, "You can say `fuck' in front of me. I sure as hell say it plenty these days," she added though with the secretly amused thought that her use of the word probably wasn't what her father envisioned. "And yes, you really did fuck up. So you're just going to have to toddle on and go back under whatever rock you crawled out from."
"Huh!" her father exclaimed with raised eyebrows. "You really have grown up, haven't you?"
To Melissa's amazement, she realized that her father's eyes had drifted down to her breasts, which she suddenly grasped were probably quite the display through the thin material of her blouse since she'd removed her bra earlier. "Dad!" she cried. "Are you checking out my boobs?"
He turned bright red but his eyes couldn't seem to tear themselves away from her precociously large tits. "They're very nice boobs," he offered weakly.
"Uh, yeah, thanks, I think," Melissa muttered, flustered at the turn of the conversation. "You do know a father isn't supposed to look at his daughter that way," she started to say but trailed off as she realized how hypocritical that statement was, coming from her. In fact, the longer she felt her father's eyes boring into her chest, the more she realized she was actually getting turned on herself and could feel her nipples hardening with each passing second, undoubtedly clearly visible to her helplessly ogling father. The oozing from her young cunt, which had abated during the initial shock of seeing her father again, began to flow in earnest now and Melissa could actually start to detect the scent of her own feminine arousal. She wondered if her father could as well and, almost without thinking, stole a glance at her father's crotch.
She was not as surprised as she once might have been to see the front of his jeans bulging alarmingly from her father's rapidly engorging prick. Despite the simmering fury she felt for the man, the fact was she was starting to enjoy herself. Maybe if she hadn't already been so erotically worked up all day, or maybe if she hadn't already had wild and amazing sex with everyone else in her family, she might have been outraged and disgusted. But as it was, the feeling of having a man's eyes on her body and knowing he desired her was quickly ratcheting up her own sexual excitement. And the fact that it was her own father added to the illicit thrill.
Still she was almost as shocked as her father when she announced in a throaty voice, "Well, you're still a major fuck up. But I guess I don't mind if you look." Giving the man a sidelong glance, she raised her arms above her head in a sultry pose that also lifted her breasts up even more prominently. She was rewarded by a gasp from her father.
"Damn, daughter," the scruffy man whispered, "You- you really turned out beautiful, you know that?"
Now it was Melissa's turn to blush. "Thanks, Dad. I didn't used to think so, but I'm starting to believe it." She swallowed hard, scarcely believing her own daring, but blurted out quickly before she chickened out, "Would you, uh, would you like to see them better?"
Her father looked poleaxed. "Wh- You mean it? You'd show me your boobs?" he stammered. Melissa grinned inwardly to see the sudden movement in her father's crotch as his erection jumped to full rigidity inside his pants.
"Why not?" she answered with a casualness she didn't feel. "You seem to enjoy looking at them, so yeah, it's cool. Only," she added with a meaningful glance around at the street outside the vehicle, "Maybe you'd want to pull the car up beside the house to the end of the driveway, just so no nosy neighbors will see, huh?"
"Oh! Yeah, sure," he answered, so pathetically eager to take advantage of his sudden good fortune that he almost dropped his keys trying to get them into the ignition.
"Slow down, Dad," Melissa giggled, beginning to relax now that she had accepted that she was going to let her own father see her breasts – and probably would let him do a lot more than that, she suddenly realized, assuming he was willing. "My tits will still be here by the time you get to the end of the driveway."
Her father flashed her a sheepish grin, a sheen of perspiration already starting to glisten on his forehead, but he carefully eased his car up the drive and, switching off the engine, turned in his seat to gaze at Melissa expectantly. "Maybe we could just go in the house?" he suggested in a voice whose quavering revealed his blatant lust.
Melissa shot the man a flat look. "Not gonna' happen, Dad. Don't ask again," she stated in a tone that made it clear she would brook no opposition.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," the man mumbled. "I just asked, was all."
"And I'm telling you if you even hint at it again, I'm walking away and you're never, ever going to see my tits. Is that clear?" Melissa demanded sharply.
"Yeah, alright, fine, I got it," he muttered, clearly torn between anger at his daughter's defiance and incestuous lust. Lust obviously won because he held his tongue.
Nodding in approval, Melissa reached up and slowly unbuttoned her thin, cream-colored blouse, allowing the sides to fall away and reveal most of her smooth, pale breasts, including the now fully erect nipples. There was a sharp intake of breath from across the car. Melissa turned in her seat to fully face her father and, with a shake of her shoulders, allowed the garment to drop away.
"Sweet Jesus!" her father whispered, almost to himself. His eyes were glittering with unabashed arousal as they swept up, down, and all around his daughter's preternaturally large globes. "You- you're only twelve, right?"
"Don't you know?" Melissa asked archly as she raised her arms above her head once more in a seductive display, reveling in the feeling of making a man desire her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, sweetheart. But you sure don't look it!" he explained in a voice growing thicker with arousal.
Melissa acknowledge his remark with a nod of her head but said nothing, content to let her father freely ogle her precocious body. She noticed that her father's hands kept jerking and was puzzled for a moment until she realized he was trying manfully to stifle the urge to fondle her breasts with his hands as well as appreciate them with his eyes. With a throaty chuckle, she relented, saying, "Oh, go on. You can touch them, too. I can tell you want to."
His eyes flew open wide in delight before his expression turned suspicious. "Wait, this isn't some sort of trap to get your revenge on me, is it?"
"Oh, for- No, Dad!" Melissa shot back, mightily annoyed. "We're both doing something we know would get us in a lot of trouble if anyone saw or found out. But since I'd get in as much trouble as you, I'm willing to let you touch me, too. Unless, that is," she fixed him with a level stare, "You keep on saying stupid things like that."
"Shit! Yeah, you're right," he acknowledged. "That was a really stupid thing to say. I'm really sorry."
"And really horny, too!" Melissa laughed pointedly. "But I accept your apology. So yeah, it's definitely okay for you to touch my tits. They like to be touched," she encouraged.
Her father instantly perked up. "They do? Who else touches them?" he asked with keen interest.
For a moment, Melissa was aghast at what she'd inadvertently revealed, but then she realized that it things kept progressing the way they were going, it was going to quickly become obvious that she was not exactly a sexually inexperienced virgin. So she resolved to tell him just enough of the truth as was necessary.
"Well, for one, I like touching them myself, especially when I'm making myself come," she explained and was gratified to see the reaction that lascivious bit of information had on her father. By way of illustration, she began to fondle and squeeze her own breasts, eliciting an involuntary groan from her father. Not wanting her father to back out now that they had started their incestuous sex play, she reached out with her other hand and firmly brought her father's hand up to her chest, placing it around the soft flesh and encouraging him to caress and knead it.
The man sighed deeply as he let his fingers squeeze his daughter's tit. When his fingers grazed the tip of her turgid nipple it was Melissa's turn to gasp with erotic pleasure.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" her father grinned, his eyes gleaming.
"Darn right I do. And as for the rest of your question, I do have a boyfriend," Melissa nodded, moaning slightly as her father brought his other hand up to squeeze her other breast, paying special attention to the prominent nipple.
`Oh, really?" her father asked, though he was obviously starting to get a bit distracted. "And does he like to touch your boobs, too?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Melissa laughed in spite of her deepening arousal. "The boy can't seem to get enough of them. Good thing I love it as much as he does!"
"Well, I can't blame him for that," her father murmured. "You really are incredible."
"I am, aren't I?" Melissa smiled, earning her a droll chuckle from her parent as he continued to incestuously fondle and squeeze her creamy tits.
"So, uh, what else does your boyfriend like to do?" he asked huskily.
Melissa put her hands over her father's and held them against her breasts while looked directly into his eyes. "Dad, my boyfriend does anything and everything to me, as often as we possibly can. And that," she added, squeezing his hands for emphasis, "Is all you need to know about me and my sex life."
"Uh, oh, yeah, sure," he blinked. "You really have grown up, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I really have," she agreed, moaning softly as her father's fingers began to more frequently tease and tweak her erect nipples.
"And you mother is okay with this?" he asked after a few moments.
Melissa pulled back away and grabbed her father's hands, thrusting them down away from her tits. "Dad," she said sharply, "What my mother does or does not know about my sex life is absolutely none of your business. You lost that right three years ago. Now," she went on, looking her father dead in the eye, "Are you going to suddenly try to be my father after all this time, or are you going to be able to shut up and enjoy this?"
Her father blinked rapidly several time before saying, "Uh, shut up and enjoy."
"Good answer," Melissa nodded firmly before pulling his hands up to her breasts again. "You can kiss them, too, if you'd like," she allowed.
Without needing any more encouragement, her father dropped his face to her chest and, with a soft whimper of desire, began to kiss, lick, and suckle his daughter's breasts. Melissa groaned with pleasure as she felt her father's lips eagerly devour her ample flesh. "Ohhh, God, Dad! That feels so good!"
Melissa was so enthralled with the sensations her father was eliciting from her mammaries that she was almost startled to realize that the man had dropped a hand down below and that his fingers were slowly inching up her thigh. She reached down and stopped his hand. "Hold on a minute, Dad," she requested.
He misunderstood and snatched his hand back from Melissa's thigh as if it had been burned. "Oh, God, sweetie, I'm sorry," he blurted. "I just got carried away."
He looked so abject that Melissa almost felt a twinge of pity for him. "It's fine, Dad," she assured him with a warm laugh. "I love getting carried away. I just want to get my skirt off so you can touch me everywhere more easily."
"Hoh!" the man exhaled. "So you really aren't mad at me?"
"Not about that," Melissa said drily as she raised her hips off the car seat to unzip her short black skirt. She wriggled it down her legs and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor of the car alongside her blouse. "There," she announced brightly, delighting in the way her father's eyes drank in every inch of her fully revealed nude body. "Now that won't get in the way, right?"
Melissa could hear her father audibly gulp before saying in a husky voice, "You're not wearing any underwear."
"Not this afternoon, no," Melissa responded briskly, "Why isn't any of your business."
"Uh, right," her father mumbled, looking down at her crotch. "Wow," he murmured, "Tit's that big and you still don't have any hair on your, uh..."
"My pussy, Dad?" Melissa supplied with a wicked grin at his discomfiture. "Well, of course I do. I shave my pussy. My boyfriend and I both like the way it feels. Any more stupid observations, or are you going to get down to business?" she asked dryly.
"You're sure it's okay?" he gulped.
"You mean is it okay for you to touch me between my legs? You bet it is," she grinned. "That was what you were trying to do, wasn't it?"
"Y-yeah, I mean, yes, I sure was," he responded, placing his hand between her soft, plump thighs and beginning to hesitantly inch his fingers up towards Melissa's oozing cunt. She accommodatingly spread her legs to ease his access and, thus encouraged, her father slid his fingers into her dank slit, causing the girl to moan with pleasure.
"You're so wet!" her father marveled.
"Yeah, well, I'm like that a lot," Melissa answered a bit breathlessly.
"Is that right?" the man leered, leaning back in to nuzzle her taut nipples with his lips as he pushed a finger deeply into his daughter's cunt hole.
"Ohhhh, God!" Melissa groaned, "You wouldn't believe how good that feels. Hoh! Oh, God, yes, do that!" she urged as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her slick vagina. "I can take- hunngghhh! More than that, Dad," she grunted. "Oh, fuck!" she moaned as she felt her father plunge two fingers inside her. "Hoh! Oh, God! Do that! Just like that! Unnnggghhh! God! I've been needing this all day!"
"No kidding!" her father grunted as he pulled his lips away from her breast and gazed up into her face. "I can't believe what a- um..."
"Horny little slut your daughter is?" Melissa gasped as her father began to increase the tempo of his incestuously plunging fingers. "I admit it; I am. Lucky you, I guess. Hoh! Oh, God! Yes, do that, Daddy! Bite my tit while you fuck me! Ohhhhh, God! I love it! Gagggghhhh!" she shrieked as she felt her father nip her hard. "Ohhhh, fuck! B-back off- hunnggghhh! Just a bit- hoh! Okay? Yeah, that's good. Ohhh, God, Daddy! You make me feel so good! Yeah, that's nice," she coached as she felt her father suckle her sensitive nipple hard but without any teeth this time. "You can- ohhhh! You can bite me hard like that- unnnngghhh! Again when I'm ready to come- ohhhhhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'll tell you when. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!"
"Are you gonna' come for me, baby?" her father groaned hoarsely.
"Oh, God, yeah! Big time!" Melissa gasped. Her father was now plunging his paired fingers in and out of her sopping wet cunt with abandon and her back was beginning to arch involuntarily in response to the exquisite sensations his fingers and lips were eliciting from her body. "Put-huhh! Put another finger in me, Daddy! Hoh, God! Fill me up and fuck me hard! Haaaagggghhhh! Yes! Just like that! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! You're gonna make me come- hunngghhh! So hard, Daddy! Only I- oooohhh! I gotta' warn you, I- oh, fuck! When I come hard, I- hoh! Unnngghhh! I kind of piss myself! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! I'm getting close, Daddy! Hoh! Anyway, I'm- ohhhhh! Sorry about your car seat- uuuunnggghhh! If I do! Oh, shit, yeah! Faster, Daddy! Fuck me hard now!"
Her father mumbled something that sounded like, `worth it' through his mouthful of his daughter's abundant breast, so Melissa stopped worrying and gave herself over to the rapidly rising erotic tension that was overcoming her pubescent body. "Oh, God! Here it comes, Daddy! Do it! Bite me! Bite my tit hard, Daddy! I'm- oh, God! I'm- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! I'm coming! I'm- haaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" and with a shrill scream as her father's teeth cruelly bore down on her over sensitized nipple, the orgasm that had been trying to erupt from her highly aroused twelve-year-old body all day broke loose and flooded her with jolt after jolt of electric bliss, her fleshy body jiggling and writhing.
Her father continued to thrust three fingers into her ravaged cunt hole at a furious pace despite the orgasmic convulsions of his helpless daughter, as well as nipping fiercely on her abused nipple. Melissa could feel another climax welling up even though the first one was still shuddering through her and just gave herself permission to empty her bladder, hearing the liquid dribbles and smelling the pungent aroma as the golden fluid squirted out of her crotch and onto her father's fingers and the car seat below.
That seemed to have dampened her father's ardor enough that he relented and withdrew his fingers, pulling back his head to stare wonderingly at his young daughter who was still shaking and trembling as the last of her climax tore through her body. Her face and hair were drenched with sweat and the skin was flushed bright red. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her breathing whistled in and out of her clenched teeth with ragged hisses. The man shook his head in amazement.
"Damn!" he swore at last as Melissa's orgasm finally abated, "I've never seen any woman come like that! I didn't even know a girl your age could!"
Melissa blinked several times to clear her vision as she gradually recovered her breath. She was quietly grateful that her father had backed off his stimulation in time for her to avoid blacking out. She had no problems with peeing all over his car seat – she was still angry enough at him for that – but she still didn't trust him very much; certainly not enough that she cared to be unconscious in his presence. But she had to admit that she had enjoyed herself, and the man had brought her off very nicely when she'd been needing to come all day. She looked over at her father and the look of unbridled, raw lust in his eyes kindled her own arousal anew.
"Thank you, Dad," she whispered at last. "I really, really needed that." And with that, she seized the man's head with both hands and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss, a kiss which – once he'd recovered from his amazement – he reciprocated, thrusting his tongue into her willing mouth as eagerly as Melissa was plunging her tongue into his. As they kissed, she felt her father's fingers begin to slide up and down her drenched cunt slit, making her moan helplessly under his incestuous assault.
And Melissa finally admitted to herself what she'd known deep down inside the minute she'd caught her father staring at her tits: she was going to fuck him. She knew there might be Hell to pay when she tried to explain it to her mother (and there was no thought whatsoever of trying to conceal this from her) but here, in this moment, she knew it was right. She had had sex with every other member of her family – this somehow felt like it was coming full circle. She gave a mental shrug and reached out with her hand and began to caress her father's very stiff cock that was threatening to rip a hole in his jeans.
It was her father's turn to groan. "Ohhhh, my God, sweetheart! I can't believe what you're doing to me!"
"What am I doing, Dad?" Melissa whispered in his ear as she lightly ran her fingers up and down the outline of her father's prick as it bulged under his pants. "Am I getting you all hard, Daddy?" she cooed, thoroughly enjoying being able to tease him like this.
"Oh, God! I've been hard since the minute you sat down in the car, honey," her father groaned.
"Yeah, I kind of noticed that," Melissa giggled.
"And you didn't think I was some sort of pervert?" he asked a trifle breathlessly.
"Oh, you're definitely some kind of pervert, Dad," Melissa answered honestly. "But to tell you the truth, it kind of turned me on," she admitted with a shy smile. "And now I think it's definitely time you got those pants off so I can see what that big, hard cock tastes like, don't you?" she asked, giving him a smoldering gaze.
Melissa's father looked so stunned he could only nod mutely. With a mischievous grin, the young redhead reached over with her other hand and began to unbuckle the man's belt, moving on to unsnap and unzip the jeans and finally tugging them and his briefs down a bit. The instant she did so, his rock-hard prick sprang straight up, the veins running up and down its length throbbing visibly with his excitement. Melissa leaned over to get a closer look, studying it with interest. Unsurprisingly, she realized, the cock it most resembled of those she was familiar with was Keith's, with a similar shape (although she did think Keith's was actually longer). She also realized that thinking about Keith's cock was getting her even more turned on than actually seeing her father's prick, a thought she tucked away to examine later.
Looking up at her father, whose face held an expression of beatific wonder, Melissa said pointedly, "Okay, Dad. I've done the hard part. Do you think you can manage to get your pants the rest of the way off?"
He looked startled. "Wh- what? You want me to take my pants all the way off?" he asked in a voice that was almost whiny.
Melissa realized that her father wasn't thinking any further ahead than getting his cock sucked and couldn't see why his pants needed to be off for that. For a moment, Melissa was so annoyed with him that she almost abandoned her notion of actually fucking the man, but then she realized that she was still too horny herself and really wanted to feel a cock inside her before she was done. So she simply answered as if it were the most obvious think in the world, "Well, yeah, dummy. Do you see me wearing anything? If you want things to go any further than they already have, you need to get naked, too."
The light clearly dawned in her father's eyes. His haste to kick off his shoes, tug his pants down his feet, and kick them off was almost laughable. He even pulled his T-shirt off over his head without further prompting and then gave her a defiant look so much like a little boy who knows they've done something naughty and expects to be punished for it. This time, it really was all Melissa could do to keep from laughing out loud, but she managed to restrain herself and restricted her reaction to an approving nod. "Better," was all she said before leaning forward once more and, without hesitation, placed her lips around the bulbous head of her father's cock and sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the pee slit and making the man gasp.
"Oh, holy fuck!" he swore. "That feels- shit! That feels incredible!" he groaned.
Melissa raised her head for a moment. "What? Haven't you ever had your cock sucked before, Dad?" she asked a bit incredulously.
"Not like this," he blurted so quickly that Melissa realized that he believed it to be true.
"Huh," she shrugged. "I would have thought a man your age would have had more sexual experiences."
"Yeah, well," he mumbled, "And now that you mention it, I would have thought that a girl your age would have had less. I guess we were both wrong."
She realized that her father had meant his remark to be snarky, but something about it simply struck her as funny, and she giggled, "I guess we were. Well then, I'd better show you how it's done." And with that, she threw herself into fellating her father with enthusiasm, licking up and down the shaft to lubricate it before returning to concentrate her lips and tongue on the head as she stroked up and down the length of it with her hands.
Within seconds, her father was groaning with pleasure and thrusting up with his hips in an attempt to cram more of himself into her mouth. Melissa briefly considered trying to actually deep throat him but rejected the notion almost as quickly. The angle was all wrong, and she realized all she would be doing would be trying to show off. Instead, she paused long enough to take his closer hand and guide it into her crotch from behind, encouraging him to continue exploring her cunt with his fingers.
He took the hint and began to push first one, then two fingers into her nearly gushing pussy, making Melissa moan with excitement. She began to increase the tempo of her blow job, sliding one hand and then the other down the length of the shaft and pressing firmly into the base of the cock to meet each thrust of his hips. She realized she had better watch his reactions closely or he was going to come too soon. She still wanted to get her father's prick inside her cunt before she was done with him.
In the meantime, her father had begun to tentatively explore her anus with a finger, one well lubricated with Melissa's freely flowing quim. Melissa instantly relaxed her sphincter to allow him to penetrate her and, after only a moment's hesitation, was able to groan with grateful pleasure as she felt his finger push all the way into her rectum.
"My God, girl," her father breathed in astonishment, "You really like it up your ass, don't you?"
"Hm-hm," Melissa acknowledged cheerfully before pulling her lips away from the man's cock long enough to ask, "Don't you?"
"Uh, no, not at all," he replied so firmly that Melissa immediately abandoned her notion of trying to see if her father enjoyed having his ass penetrated as much as her brother did. Clearly, Keith (and herself, she realized) had inherited all of that bit of kinkiness from their mother.
"Your loss," was Melissa's only comment before she resumed sucking on her father's cock ardently. For several more minutes, the only sounds were the sloppy, wet noises of lips and tongue on a cock and fingers plunging in and out of a vagina and an asshole. The car was filling up with the pungent odors of their incestuous activities, too, with the acrid aroma of urine blending with the lighter scents of Melissa's pussy juice and the faint but unmistakably male whiff of her father's sweat. When Melissa felt the first warning tingles of another impending orgasm, she knew it was time for her to put the final phase of her plan into action.
"Okay, Dad, I'm ready," she announced sitting up and hiking her body up over the car console to straddle her father's lap. "I need you inside me, Daddy. Fuck me now," she commanded.
Her father looked startled. "Whoa!" he gasped. "Really? Are you sure?"
Melissa gave her father a disbelieving shake of her head. "Well, yeah, dummy," she answered, sounding a bit peeved. "Did you think you were just going to get me this hot and turned on and get away without fucking me? Are you trying to tell me you don't want to?" she asked skeptically.
"Uh, no!" he exclaimed, "I mean yes, I want to. God! I want to!"
"Good," Melissa nodded as she reached down, guided her father's saliva-slick prick into her oozing cunt slit, and eased herself down onto him with a deep groan of satisfaction as she felt the length of it fill her yearning pussy. "Then stop saying stupid things and fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard!" she demanded.
Her father looked dazed as he began to thrust his hips upward, plunging his rigid manhood into Melissa's cunt. "Ohhhh," he sighed, murmuring, "It's been so long."
"What?" Melissa asked, instantly curious. "Just how long has it been since that bimbo threw you out?"
"Huh? Who?" her father looked puzzled. "Oh, you mean Jill? Yeah, that was a while ago, too. But that wasn't what I meant. I-" he stopped suddenly with a stricken expression. "Oh, shit," he muttered.
"What? Oh, shit, what?" Melissa demanded though she hadn't stopped her incestuous riding of her father's thrusting prick. "What are you talking about? You'd better tell me, Dad, or I'm leaving right now, horny or not."
He grimaced and appeared to be engaged in some sort of internal struggle. Finally he answered, his eyes lowered, "Don't hate me, Melissa. But, well, this isn't the first time we've done this."
For a moment, Melissa didn't even comprehend what her father was telling her. And then when she did, she was too stunned to speak. Finally, the urgent need growing between her legs persuaded her to respond simply, "Wow. That sounds like quite a story. And you're going to tell it to me as soon as you're done fucking me. Again, it seems." And she resolutely drove herself down onto her father's stiff prick with a vengeance, putting her hands on his shoulders and pulling his face into her breasts, encouraging him to suckle one and then the other.
Hesitantly at first, and then eagerly, her father licked and sucked at her breasts and nipples, making Melissa moan aloud. "Ohhhh, yes! Suck my tits, Daddy! I love the way you make me feel! Unnnhggg! Oh, God! That's nice. Yes, just like that. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder!"
Her father raised his head long enough to ask in a voice husky with arousal, "So you don't hate me?"
"Hunnngggh! Not enough- hoh! Not enough to- ooohhh! Enough to stop fucking you. Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! But you are going to- hoh! Going to tell me- haggghhh! Tell me everything, Daddy! Oh, shit! Oh, God! Everything! Hunnnggghhh!"
"Everything," her father grunted as he returned his lips to his daughter's large breasts, "I promise." And then he threw himself into his incestuous rutting with a will, slamming his cock up into her pubescent vagina as hard and fast as he could while beginning to bite her erect nipples, gently at first and then, when her response made it clear she wanted more, harder and harder.
Within seconds, Melissa was shrieking incoherently as a torrid climax howled through her. She could only cling to her father's shoulders as her body quivered and jerked with each new intense pulse. She was vaguely aware that her father was coming as well; she could feel the rhythmic throbbing of his cock as he emptied his incestuous seed into her, jet after jet filling her up. The absolute depravity of the situation was so arousing that before she realized it, another orgasm was wracking her twelve-year-old body, and it was several long moments before her shuddering and obscene grunting finally abated.
As soon as she could catch her breath once more, Melissa pulled her father's lips to hers, and they lost themselves in another long, incestuous French kiss, their tongues writhing inside each other's mouths as their breath hissed in and out of their nostrils.
When they finally parted, Melissa's father exhaled loudly. "Whew! That was- well, that was just amazing, is what that was. Do you always come like that?" he asked with a lewd gleam in his eye.
Melissa shrugged. "I don't know; every time seems a little different. But, well, sometimes I come so hard that I actually pass out," she confessed, and her father blinked in astonishment.
"Well, I've never known any woman, whatever her age, who comes as hard as you. I'm completely blown away," her father responded with an incredulous shake of his head.
"Well, I don't really know about other women," Melissa lied, acutely conscious of the fact that both the other women in her sex life seemed to come just as hard as she did, "But that's just the way I am. Now," she announced in a no-nonsense tone, "You owe me an explanation, mister. Spill it, Dad. When did we fuck before, and why don't I remember that?"
Her father winced and said, "Okay, well, this is going to sound really bad, but it is what it is. You were really young," he admitted shamefacedly.
"Oh, really? Like how young," Melissa demanded with raised eyebrows.
"Uh, like two and three," her father acknowledged.
"Dad!" Melissa exclaimed. "My God! You really are a total pervert, aren't you? I mean, I already knew you were one the minute you started staring at my boobs, but shit, Dad! What were you thinking?"
"It- it's not like I planned it or anything," he whined. "I just, well, I kind of started touching your little pussy when I'd give you a bath, and you seemed to like it. In fact, the more I touched it, the more you liked it. And well, one thing led to another, and pretty soon I was in the tub with you and teaching you how to jerk me off. And while you were doing that, I'd be playing with your little cunt. Pretty soon I started pushing a finger inside you, too. You didn't like that as much right at first, but once I figured out that if I played with your little clit long enough, then you kind of liked having my finger up your cunt. So I kept on doing that every chance I got, which was two or three times a week since your mom had to work late a few evenings."
He stopped and took a big breath. "I can't believe I'm actually telling you this now. I've never told anyone before, though your mom must have started to get suspicious because by the time you turned four, for some reason she made sure she never left me alone with you again."
"And you never messed around with Keith?" Melissa asked with an intent look.
"No!" her father exclaimed, a look of indignation on his face. "I'm not- well, I don't have any interest in boys or men, of any age."
"Strictly a heterosexual child molester, then. Interesting," Melissa nodded knowingly. "So go on – how'd you end up actually fucking me?" She knew she should be completely horrified by what her father was revealing, but instead she found it fascinating and more than a little arousing. She experimentally squeezed her cunt muscles around her father's prick which was still buried inside her pussy and discovered that it seemed to be actually starting to thicken again. Apparently, he was getting turned on by the memory as well. She subtly shifted her hips and began to rock imperceptibly back and forth, carefully trying to stimulate him into full erection without dislodging his member from her jism-filled cunt hole.
"Well, like I said, one thing led to another, and after you'd gotten used to having my finger inside your little cunt hole – and you actually started wanting it enough that you would pull my hand down between your legs the minute we got in the bath together – I started trying to fit two fingers into you. It took a few weeks of that before you were really comfortable with it, and then I started putting a third finger into you," her father explained. His eyes were starting to look a bit glassy; he was evidently feeling his daughter's erotic movement around his cock and responding to it. He even began to slowly push his hips up, pushing his growing erection more deeply into Melissa's pubescent vagina, and she gave a low moan of pleasure before urging her father to continue his story.
"Well, that was actually when I took your virginity," her father confessed with a wince. "You were not happy at all about that, especially when you saw the blood in the bath water. But I got you all cleaned up and hugged you and told you what a big girl you were and eventually you calmed down. It was still a kind of nervous few days for me, though, `cause I figured if anything would make you tell your mother about what was happening, it would be that. But I guess you never did, and the next time we got in the tub again you tugged my hand into your pussy and wanted me to finger-fuck you some more. So after a couple more weeks of stretching you out, I figured you were about ready for the real thing. And it turned out you were, too. I asked you if you wanted to try something that only big girls could do, and of course you did. So I lifted you up onto my lap and very slowly and carefully lowered you down, watching your face the whole time."
"Damn! I have to tell you, this is really a hot story, Dad, even if it is me you're telling about," Melissa commented, her breathing deepening noticeably as her father's cock – nearly completely hard once more – was plunging slowly in and out of her.
"Yeah, I thought so, too," her father admitted, "It still turns me on to think about it, and for years afterwards, I would fantasize about you. I, uh, I even used to pretend it was you when I was, um, you know..."
"Fucking Mom?" Melissa prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," he nodded sheepishly. "Is that horrible?"
"Absolutely," Melissa shrugged, raising an eyebrow at her father. "But no more horrible than anything else you've been telling me. So go on; you were about to tell me about how you finally got your cock inside me," she prompted, her eyes glittering with arousal.
"Yes, well, that was pretty much it," the man continued. "I managed to get the head in and just held there for a couple of minutes to let you get used to it. Your eyes got really big, but you didn't cry and it really just seemed like it felt strange to you, but not bad. Anyway, I started to slowly move you up and down. I couldn't get more than a couple inches inside you, but I was already going crazy and I started coming after only a minute or two. You wanted to know what happened, and I explained that you had made me feel really good and that you had made my `pee-pee squirt cream' just like you would do with your hands, only this time it squirted inside you. You thought that was really interesting and put your own fingers into your cunt to check it out. I asked you if you liked it and if you wanted to do it again, and you got a big grin on your face and nodded yes. So that was that. For the next several months, every time we were alone, we'd fuck. We even started to fuck in my bed, not even bothering to mess with the bath. I would always hold you in my lap and diddle your clit while we fucked, which you loved. I almost believed at the time that you actually came a few times when we did that. I convinced myself that you were way too young, but after I've seen how, well, advanced you are now, I think maybe you might have."
By now, Melissa was beside herself with raw, depraved lust. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned, "God, Daddy! That's one of the hottest things I've ever heard. Hunngghhh! Hoh! Hoh! I can feel- hunngghh! How much it turns you on, too, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me with that hard cock just like you used to! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Yes, Daddy! Just like that! Yes! Touch my clit while you- hungghhh! While you fuck me! Ohhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck me like you used to, Daddy!" She groaned and panted as she rode his upthrusting prick, desperate now to feel him emptying his balls into her. Something about the knowledge that they were reconnecting with something that was special and just their own made it all feel exactly right.
"Oh, my baby! My sexy little girl," her father kept groaning as he plunged into his daughter's yearning, dripping cunt, faster and faster. "I missed you so much! You wouldn't believe how much I wanted you all those years as you got bigger and more beautiful every day! Oh, God, Melissa! I'm- I'm sorry! I c-can't hold off any more. I'm gonna' come in you! I'm gonna' come in you so hard!"
"Do it, Dad!" Melissa gasped. "Fill me up! Ohhh, God! You're making me come, too! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, oh God, oh God, oh GodohGodohGodohGodohGodoh- haaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!" she screamed shrilly as her climax broke over her like a tsunami. Her curvaceous, pubescent body jerked spasmodically with each new jolt of pure, hot bliss that shot through her. She felt her bladder release and didn't care one bit as her urine squirted out of her all over her father's cock and balls and down onto the seat below. At least his seats match now, she thought incongruently to herself, even as another wave of orgasmic pulsing blew further thoughts out of her mind.
Finally, both their climaxes subsided and they could only cling to each other, gasping deeply to recover their breath for several minutes. "So," Melissa panted at last, "Was that was as good as you remembered?"
"Oh, my beautiful girl," her father answered with obvious sincerity, "That was so much better. Better than anything I've ever dreamed possible, not to mention what I've ever actually had." He pulled his face back to look at Melissa straight on. "Thank you, my girl. I'll- I'll never forget this."
"Well, hopefully this time I won't either," Melissa snorted, wiping the perspiration from her face. "I still can't believe I don't. You'd think something like that I would have remembered, even as little as I was."
"Well, maybe you didn't because it just seemed perfectly normal to you," suggested her father. "I mean, it was just something special that you and I did together." He looked at her intently. "So does this mean you don't hate me?" he asked pleadingly.
Melissa raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far. I still hate you," she said firmly.
"What?!!" her father looked aghast. "Even after, I mean, after what we just did?"
"Dad," Melissa explained, her voice turning serious, "We fucked. It was fun, it was nice, I really enjoyed it, and I learned some really interesting things. But don't think for a minute that it makes up for what you did and all the hurt you caused us, especially how much you hurt Mom. So yes, I still hate you for that, and it's going to take a long time for me to get past that, if I ever do. But," she went on, "I still love you, too. And yes, it's possible to love and hate someone at the same time. As far as what you told me about, you know, molesting me when I was a baby, I honestly don't know what I think about that. Part of me knows I should be really disgusted with you, but it's hard for me to do that because I don't remember a bit of it. So what you did didn't actually do me any harm. And as you saw, I'm enough of a perverted slut that the whole idea now turns me on. So no, I don't hate you for that. Compared to the hurt you caused later, what you did to me as a baby is way down the list of things I could hate you for."
Her father nodded, his face screwed up as he tried to take in what Melissa was telling him. "Yeah, I think I get it. Look, I really am sorry about-"
"Don't!" Melissa warned him holding up her hand. "Don't even try. You made a choice, and you have to live with the consequences. Trying to say you're sorry now that your choice didn't work out the way you thought it would is stupid and I wouldn't believe you anyway." She pushed herself off her father's lap and heaved herself back to the passenger seat. "I have to get going. There were actually things I was supposed to be doing before I ran into you." She glanced down as she pulled her blouse and skirt off the floor. "I'd say I'm sorry about pissing all over your car, but I'd be lying, too. I'm still mad enough at you that I don't really care. Besides," she added with a sidelong glance at her father, "Now you have a souvenir of me, something you'll smell every time you get in your car."
"Hmm, that's true," her father grinned weakly. "I was figuring on having to shampoo everything, but maybe I won't. Would you-?" he asked suddenly, "Would you maybe like to do this again some time?"
Melissa gave her father a calculating look as she tugged her skirt up over her hips and zipped it. "Well, Dad, I think that depends on you."
"Oh? How do you mean?" he asked, his expression equal parts suspicion and hope.
"Well, if you were to, say, actually start paying Mom all the support you owe her," Melissa said, giving her father a significant look, "I might be persuaded to get together with you once in a while."
"But- but," he protested, "I don't have the money!"
"Oh, come on, Dad!" Melissa snorted derisively, "You don't even have that bimbo to support anymore. You didn't get fired from your job, did you?"
"No, no, I still have a job," he mumbled unhappily.
"So then it's just a matter of you figuring out your priorities," she replied firmly. "If spending your money on booze or gambling or whatever else you've been doing with it is more important to you than getting another shot at all this," and she saucily held up and jiggled both her soft, fleshy breasts, "Then I guess I'll know what really matters to you, won't I?"
Her father sighed deeply. "You know I love you," he began, but Melissa instantly cut him off.
"I love you, too, Dad," she answered in a level tone. "Love's got nothing to do with it. You need to step up and start doing the right thing. But if you start making payments to Mom – including all the back support you owe – then I promise we'll have fun together again. And I'll make this offer to give you even more incentive. If you get all caught up with everything you owe her, I'll spend the whole weekend with you. And you can do anything you want to me. Anything at all," she said in an exaggeratedly `little girl' voice and she flashed him a smoldering look as she pulled her blouse on and began to button it. She had to stifle a giggle when she saw her father gulp and knew she'd hooked him.
"What do you mean, anything?" her father asked hoarsely.
"Just what I said, Dad. As long as it doesn't actually injure me, you can do anything you can imagine. I'll be your love slave for the entire weekend. Sound good?" she asked with a soft smile.
"Uh, yeah. Damn! Yeah, it does," her father acknowledged. "Only, it might, uh, take me a while."
"I can wait," Melissa smiled warmly now that she had him where she wanted him. "Oh, one more thing," she frowned.
"What?" her father asked, suddenly wary.
"Just this: if you ever, ever show up here again, or if you try to contact my mother in anyway except to mail her a check, the whole deal is off. You hear me, Dad?" she warned.
"Sheesh!" he muttered, "What if she wants to see me?" he whined.
"Then that will be her decision, not yours," Melissa answered firmly as she opened the car door and started to step out. "If you start sending her checks, she'll know how to find you if she wants to. But don't count on it. Like I said, she's moved on, and if you try to push it, you'll end up with nothing instead of having a sure thing with me. Do we have a deal?" she pressed.
"Yeah, yeah, we have a deal," he answered, realizing he'd been outmaneuvered.
"Great!" Melissa said brightly and leaned back into the car to plant a long, wet kiss on her father's incredulous lips. "Thanks for everything today, Dad. I'm really glad I ran into you," she said after their kiss was over. She straightened up outside the car once more. "Now get out of here, Dad. Don't forget our deal!" she called out as she slammed the car shut.
Her father's car was already backing out of the driveway as Melissa reached the street and turned up the sidewalk to their front walkway. She then became aware of two things. The first was that her father hadn't even bothered to dress himself before he drove off and it occurred to Melissa that he might actually be planning on finding a private spot to jerk off again as he reminisced, a thought which made her smile. The second thing was that her brother Keith was walking up the street to their house with a worried and puzzled look on his face.
"Hi, Keith," Melissa greeted him as he reached her, "Everything okay?"
"Uh, you tell me," Keith answered with a frown. "Everyone back at the house is really worried about you. You were supposed to be home, like, an hour ago. I volunteered to come look for you as soon as I got home." He glanced down the street with a strange look on his face. "And was that Dad's car I saw driving away? What was he doing here?"
"So, yes, that was Dad," Melissa acknowledged. "As for what he was doing here, I'm not completely sure. I think maybe he was hoping to find Mom. His girlfriend dumped him, apparently," she explained with a dismissive shrug. "Anyway, obviously he couldn't find Mom, so he, uh, well, he settled for me instead," she added with a challenging look.
"What do you-" her brother's voice trailed off as he took in the disheveled state of Melissa's hair and clothing and his nostrils flared as he detected the unmistakable scent of urine and other bodily secretions.
"No!" he gasped. "What did he do to you?" he demanded, looking furious.
"Relax, brother," Melissa hastened to soothe him. "He didn't do anything I didn't want him to."
"You- you mean, he...I mean, you and he, you...?" he stammered.
"Yes, Dad and I fucked, Keith," Melissa answered with a soft smile. "And it's all fine. I wanted him to, and it was, well, it was really interesting."
Keith still looked livid. "Mel! How could you? With him? After everything he did to us? To Mom?" he spluttered.
"Keith, it's complicated, and I'm still not one hundred percent sure why I decided to, but please trust me enough to accept that I made that decision because it was the right thing to do. I still haven't forgiven him for all the hurt he caused, but he is still our dad, and I do still care about him. And I miss him, Keith, I really do. Can you understand that?"
"No, not really," her brother muttered. "I can understand that maybe you thought since you'd fucked everyone else in the family, why the Hell not? Or maybe you were just too horny to think, or rather your pussy was doing all the thinking," he shot back.
Melissa shrugged unrepentantly. "Yeah, all of that was part of it, but it was more than that. Way more. Anyway, even if I can't get you to understand, I hope I can get you to believe that I knew what I was doing and made the choice for myself."
"Unbelievable," Keith shook his head. His expression darkened. "You didn't let him in the house, did you?"
"Oh, God, no, Keith," Melissa shook her head firmly. "I know better than that. No, we fucked in his car. Twice, actually. In fact, I've got both loads of his come totally dripping down my thighs right now. In case you're interested," she added with lowered eyes. She looked up to see an entire series of emotions flash across her brother's face, from disgust to anger to interest to fascination to pure, unadulterated lust.
Finally he murmured, almost inaudibly, "God damn you, Sis! You really are an evil witch, you know that?"
"So it sounds like you are interested after all," Melissa observed sweetly, having not failed to miss the rapidly growing bulge in her brother's pants. "Maybe we should get inside so you can investigate more completely, hmmm?" she suggested.
Her brother still looked stunned, as if too many things were swirling around in his head at once, but he followed her up to the front door and inside. Once they had closed the door behind them, Keith had recovered enough to say decidedly, "First, I need to call Stephanie and let her know you haven't been kidnapped or anything. You are going to tell everyone else about this, right?"
"Oh, yeah," Melissa nodded. "No secrets between us. And I'll tell Mom, too," she promised.
"Damn right you will," Keith growled as he picked up the hall phone and dialed the Muller house. "Hi, yeah, it's Keith," he spoke when the phone connected. "Yeah, she's fine, no problem," he answered the inaudible question on the other end of the line. "She had kind of an interesting experience which she'll tell you all about," he emphasized, shooting his sister a warning look, which she acknowledged with a meek nod, "As soon as we get back...No, not right away," he went on. "She, well, there's things we have to take care of here first. We'll be home by dinnertime, I promise. No, I'm not going to get into it now. The longer I talk here, the longer it will be before we get back. Yes, yes, I promise she's fine and she'll tell you everything. Later," he said firmly. "Bye, now. See you soon." And he hung up the phone.
"Now," Keith announced as he turned around and then swallowed hard as he saw that his sister had peeled off her clothes and was standing in the hallway behind him completely nude, her large breasts heaving gently up and down and her face flushed with excitement.
Melissa reached down between her thighs and picked up a large dollop of the gooey ooze that was running down the creamy flesh onto her finger. She held the slimy finger up to Keith's lips and whispered huskily, "Taste him, Keith. Taste our dad."
Keith hesitated almost imperceptibly before his lips parted and he closed his eyes, accepting his sister's depraved offering. His tongue swirled the obscene fluid around in his mouth and then he opened his eyes with an odd expression.
"What?" Melissa asked, keenly interested.
"It tastes, well, like me. Or I guess, more technically like you and me. When we're mixed together," her brother explained with a thoughtful look.
"Does that really surprise you when you think about it?" Melissa asked gently.
"No, no, I guess not," the boy answered with a bemused grin. "I just never really thought about how that might be before."
"His cock looks a lot like yours, too," Melissa added. "Only a little smaller, if you want to know."
"Really?" Keith looked intrigued. "Do you think he might ever, um..."
"Want to try anything with you?" Melissa completed his thought. "Uh, probably not, actually. I tried pushing him a bit on that when he seemed like he was really being honest about stuff and he gave me a flat no – zero interest in sex with other guys, he claims. Besides," Melissa frowned, "I wasn't sure you'd ever want to see him again."
"Yeah, I'm not either," Keith admitted. "Why don't you tell me about it all and I can make up my own mind?"
"Bro, I will, I promise," Melissa answered, touching his face gently, "But I want to tell all the others, too, and right now, I need you in bed with me, licking me all clean while I suck your cock and then for you to fuck me, okay?"
"Ha! Hard to turn that down," Keith grinned. "Uh, your place or mine?" he asked with a leer.
"How about Mom's?" Melissa suggested with a grin. "More room to spread out."
"You don't think she'll mind?" Keith asked before he shook his head, "Never mind, silly question. Mom's room it is! You'd better get running because I'M GOING TO GET YOU!" he roared, and with a shriek of delight at the resumption of their old game, Melissa scampered up the stairs, Keith close behind and continually touching her nude butt as he pounded after her.
When they reached their mother's bedroom, Melissa flung herself onto the bed, breathing hard, and said, "Okay, I'm ready for you to get me," spreading her legs wide and revealing the glistening crevice of her cunt slit along with the shiny skin on her thighs where their father's jism had oozed down her legs.
"Nice," Keith commented appreciatively as he started to rapidly tug off his clothing. "Why don't you turn the bed down and I'll be right there?" he suggested. Melissa got back to her feet to comply. The minute she was done, Keith flopped down onto the bed on his back, pointed to his mouth and said simply, "Give."
With a sultry laugh, Melissa climbed back onto the bed and straddled her brother's face. She started to lower her crotch to his mouth, but Keith stopped her with a gesture. "Hold on a minute. I want to clean up those messy thighs first."
"Right," Melissa giggled in comprehension. "Wouldn't want to miss a drop, would we?" She sighed with pleasure as she felt her brother's tongue begin to gently lap up and down the inside of her plump thighs. "Are you getting it all?" she asked, gazing down at his incredibly stiff cock longingly.
"Oh, yeah," he confirmed. "Almost ready for the main course," he promised.
"Oh, good," Melissa replied, "Because I don't think I can resist taking that big, beautiful cock of yours in my mouth for much longer."
"Sounds good to me," Keith chuckled. "Okay, ready now. Sit on my face and squeeze it all out," he commanded.
Melissa eagerly lowered her cunt to her brother's lips and wriggled her hips to get it well planted, moaning with erotic delight as she felt the boy's tongue begin to enthusiastically plunge up into her dripping hole. Concentrating carefully, she squeezed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could.
"Mmm-hmm," Keith encouraged her as he greedily sucked the slimy contents out of his sister's pussy, plunging his tongue into her as far as he could and pulling in every gooey dollop.
"Wow," Melissa marveled in a breathless tone – her brother's furious tonguing of her cunt was beginning to have an effect. "You really seem to like Dad's come, Keith. I'll be sure to save some for you if I ever fuck him again."
"What?" Keith cried out, pausing his incestuous cunnilingus for a moment. "You'd really fuck him again?"
"Maybe," Melissa acknowledged. "That depends on him."
"How's that?" Keith demanded.
Melissa sighed. "I really don't want to have to explain all this now. I'm sorry I said anything, but I promise I'll tell all as soon as we get back to Stephanie's place, okay? Now if you think you've gotten most of Dad's come out of me and can just settle down and lick my pussy, I'm going to suck your cock now." And without waiting for a response, she leaned forward and, taking Keith's rigid member into one hand, placed her lips around it and began to lick and suck it diligently.
Keith groaned with pleasure and for several minutes the siblings licked and sucked each other, the tempo gradually increasing along with the intensity of their grunts and groans. Finally, Melissa sat up. "Wait, Bro. I want you inside me now. Hang on a minute while I get on my back – I want you on top of me this time."
"Fine by me," Keith readily agreed. He waited until his sister had rolled off his face and turned around on the bed so she was beside him on her back before he levered himself up and positioned himself between her widely parted thighs. "You ready, Sis?" he asked with a predatory grin.
"Way more than ready, lover," Melissa answered, panting with excitement. "You damn near made me come a minute ago from licking me, so you don't have to hold back. Give it to me hard, Keith! I need you so much!"
Her brother needed no more encouragement and pulled up one of Melissa's thighs with one hand so her leg was atop his shoulder as he guided his rigid organ into her cunt slit with the other. Once he had plunged deeply inside her, he then used the other hand to pull her other leg up and resting on his other shoulder.
"Hmm, this is new?" Melissa commented with a grin, intrigued. "Where'd you learn this?"
"Stephanie," Keith confessed. "We tried it the other day and she really liked it – I can really get deep inside you this way. She made me promise to try it with you the first chance I got," he explained as he began to slam his pelvis into Melissa's, impaling her completely and his balls slapped noisily against the flesh between her cunt hole and her anus. "Well, this is the first chance I got," he puffed as he energetically plowed in and out of his sister's vagina.
"Hoh! Yeah, I can see why – ohhhh! Oh, God! I can see why Steph likes this. Ohhhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, holy fuck!" Melissa gasped under the intensity of her brother's onslaught. "God! I hope Steph has the sense not to try this position with her dad! John would- oh, fuck! John's cock would be coming out her mouth if they did it like this. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh, God! This is incredible, Keith! Hunnngghhh!" she grunted as her brother buried his prick all the way up to his balls again. She could feel it pressing against her cervix and pushing hard into the flesh all the way at the back of her vagina and was moaning constantly now.
"Actually," Keith panted as his frenzied thrusting continue apace, "Steph told me she did try it with John. She was disappointed that she still can't fit him all the way inside her. She really wants to."
"Yeah, I- hoh! I know," Melissa puffed. "But I'm afraid John's not going to get to experience getting all the way in a pussy until he fucks Mom. Ohhhh! Oh, God! Oh, fuck, that's nice! I know Mom- ooooh! I know Mom could take all of him. Haaggghhh! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!"
"Oh, fuck!" Keith groaned. "Why'd you have to s-say that? Hagghh! The thought of John's cock going all the way into Mom, it's- shit! It's too much! I c-can't hold back anymore! Shit, Mel! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming so hard!"
Melissa could feel the throbbing of Keith's cock as he squirted load after load of his incestuous semen all the way deep within her, but she didn't mind. "It's- oh, God! It's okay! I'm there, too! Oh, God! I can feel you! Coming so deep into me! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here it comes! Fuck me, Keith! Harder! Hoaaggghhh! I'm- haaagghhh! I'm coming! I'm- haaaaaaagggghhhhh!" she shrieked like a banshee as her climax swept through her, making her entire body shudder and quiver.
She was pinned beneath her brother's body so tightly that she could barely move, and that somehow intensified the sensation. She felt more and more of her consciousness narrowing to that one spot deep inside her cunt where she could still feel Keith's cock continuing to jerk as he shot more and more jism into her. She struggled mightily to retain consciousness, knowing that they were expected elsewhere already.
Finally her brother's orgasmic spasms ceased and with that, he eased up on his pressure and allowed her to catch a breath. "Whew!" Melissa gasped at last, "That was close. I damn near passed out again."
"That would have been fine, lover," Keith answered tenderly. "We all love it when you do, `cause we know we made you really feel good."
"Yeah, I know, Keith, and you're really sweet to say so. But we've got to get going now. I'm sorry, Bro," she soothed, caressing his cheek with her hand. "I would love nothing more than to stay right here with you inside me. But now I'm feeling really guilty about making everyone worry, and I really want to get back over to Stephanie's now, okay?"
Keith emitted an exaggerated sigh but heaved himself up and allowed his sister to get off the bed as well. "Okay, you're right, you're right," he agreed.
"Here, would you help me make the bed again before you dress, please?" Melissa requested. "Then I'm going to grab a couple more outfits from my room for the rest of the week while you're dressing, okay?"
Keith readily assented and they quickly had the bed made and turned their attention to their respective tasks. Only as they were just about to head out the front door did Melissa snap her fingers. "Shit! I forget to check whether the house plants need water!"
"Hey, no worries, Sis. I'll check the ones downstairs and you check the ones upstairs," Keith offered and they hastily set out on that last task.
"Thanks, Keith," Melissa said as they rendezvoused once more at the front door, reaching up to give him a wet, sloppy kiss. "Everything was fine upstairs. How about downstairs?"
"Just the big fern in the front window was a little dry," Keith informed her as he opened the door and gestured for Melissa to precede him outside. "I took care of it."
"Thanks. I'm going to be in enough trouble with Mom when I talk to her tonight without having to admit that I forgot about that, too," Melissa muttered darkly as Keith locked up behind her.
"Yeah, she might be," Keith acknowledged matter-of-factly, "And she's sure as heck going to want to know why you did it, just like I did, and I can't say I really understand even now. But you seemed pretty convinced that you'd done exactly what you wanted to for reasons that felt right to you. You just remember that and you'll get through talking with Mom."
Melissa put her arm around her brother and gave him a grateful hug. "Thanks. I needed to hear that."
"You're welcome," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "Whew! You smell like sex!" he grinned.
"Gee, I wonder why?" Melissa shot back, in too good a mood to be flustered by her brother's teasing. "We probably won't have time for a shower when we get there, so everyone's just going to have to take us as we are." After a short pause, she asked, "Do you think Stephanie has tried that new position with Brad?"
"Oh, I'm almost certain of it," Keith laughed. "Between all the fucking they did last night and all they did this morning, I'd be willing to bet she managed to work that in somehow."
"Oh, yeah, right," Melissa answered a little glumly.
"What? Jealous of Stephanie?" Keith asked seriously. "It's not a competition, you know. Just be grateful she figured out something new you really like."
Melissa looked up at her brother with new-found respect. "How'd you get to be so smart, Keith?" she asked sincerely.
"Hey, it doesn't happen often," he answered breezily. "Enjoy it when you can."
"I do enjoy you, Keith. Every day," Melissa answered sincerely.
"Aww, now, if you're gonna' get all mushy on me," he told her.
"You'll what?" she challenged with a smile.
"Well, I'll just have to get all mushy right back," he grinned and hugged her tightly. And then they were at the Muller's front door.
"There you are," John called out loudly from the hallway the moment the entered the house. "Kids! They're back. Come and eat now!" he hollered up the stairs, leaving Melissa to conclude that Stephanie and Brad had been doing their homework while waiting for Keith and her.
"I'm really sorry I took so long, John," she said launching into an apology the minute she entered the kitchen. "It was all my fault."
"Of that, I have no doubt," John answered gravely but with a twinkle in his eye. "I understand you have some sort of story for us all. I, for one, can't wait to hear it."
"Yeah, neither can I," Stephanie piped up from behind her as she walked into to kitchen, trailed by Brad. Neither of them were wearing any clothing. Melissa briefly considered stripping down herself, but concluded that she'd already made everyone wait for her long enough and kept her blouse and skirt on. Keith had evidently reached the same conclusion and remained clothed, as was John.
"Well, the sooner everyone dishes up their supper and sits down, the sooner we can hear what our lovely young redhead has to say," John advised, and everyone quickly got a plateful of food and sat.
"Okay," John said, looking around to be certain everyone was seated and ready to eat before fixing Melissa with an intense gaze, "So let's hear why what was supposed to be a short trip to check your houseplants turned into a three-hour adventure."
Melissa took a deep breath and Keith shot her an encouraging nod. "Well, I guess the headline is, I fucked my dad."
"What?!!!" all three Muller family members cried at once.
"Okay, think you'd better start this story from the beginning," John said, his voice studiedly neutral.
Gulping as she realized that she should have known that John was as likely to be upset by her actions as her mother would, Melissa bravely plunged into her tale, leaving nothing out. She ignored the disturbed intake of breaths around the table when she got to the part about her father confessing to having molested her when she was a toddler and pressed on. Everyone waited patiently without comment, though there were some knowing sniggers when she talked about Keith's and her actions in the aftermath.
"Well," John spoke up first when Melissa had finished her tale, "I have yet to hear a single good thing about that man and knowing this about him puts my estimation of him even lower, if that's possible."
"Oh, he's a pervert and a first-class creep, no doubt about it," Melissa agreed. "But that's just it. I already pretty much thought that about him, so knowing that he fucked me when I was little just didn't seem that big a deal to me. Maybe if I actually remembered it, and it had scarred me for life or whatever, I might feel differently. But I'd already decided to fuck him – I was fucking him, actually – when he told me all that. And compared to how pissed off I was, and still am, about what he did to us and particularly my mom, well, like I told him, that was pretty far down the list of things I hated him for."
"But if you hate him so much, why'd you fuck him?" Brad blurted, clearly unable to contain himself any longer.
"I think that's what we'd all like to understand, Melissa," John commented.
Melissa glanced over at Stephanie, who had yet to say a word. To her surprise, she saw that her dark-haired lover had a look of knowing amusement on her face. "What is it?" she asked Stephanie. "You think I'm funny and ridiculous, don't you?"
"Not ridiculous, no," Stephanie answered with a gentle smile. "A little funny? Yes, but only because I know you well enough to guess at why you did what you did. I may even understand it better than you do yourself."
"Okay then, let's hear it," Melissa blinked in surprise, "Because you're right. I still don't completely understand what I did, only that it felt like the right thing to do. And it still does," she added.
"Of course it does, love," Stephanie soothed. "And that's really all that matters. You have to trust your instincts in a situation like that, and you did. So," she continued in a lecturing tone, "One," she began, counting off on her fingers, "You haven't seen your dad for what? Three years? And even though he really hurt you and you're really mad at him, he's still your dad and you still have feelings for him. Maybe even still love him, right?"
Melissa nodded reluctantly and Stephanie continued, "Two – I know for a fact that you were horny as Hell even before you went over there. The way you were totally distracted in class and kept squirming in your seat, I knew you were thinking about nothing but sex all day, and by the time we were walking back from school, you'd worked yourself up into a real state. And when you found yourself in the car with a man, a man you could see was getting hard just from staring at your tits, well, you kind of went into full-blown slut mode and started thinking with your pussy instead of your brain. Don't even try to deny it, you know it's true," Stephanie added when she could see the protest already on Melissa's lips.
"Three," Stephanie continued, "Since you're already fucking your brother, I'm sure a part of your brain figured, brother? Father? Why not? I mean, you'd gotten past the whole incest thing a couple weeks ago, so there wasn't anything to hold you back in that regard. And four, and this is kind of related, maybe it felt like you were, I don't know, getting some sort of completeness or closure by doing that? You know, a way to start trying to deal with and heal from all the hurt he caused you. Does that about sum it up?" she asked at last.
"Oh, Stephanie, I love you so much," Melissa cried with a lump in her throat. "Yes, yes, you get me. It was all of those things. And yes, it did really feel like I was coming full circle in my relationship with my family. Although," she murmured, "As it turned out, fucking my dad was coming a bit more full circle than I'd realized at first."
"And you really don't remember him doing any of those things to you?" Brad asked, his brow furrowed.
"Well, the way he tells it – which doesn't necessarily make it the truth, considering who was telling it, I realize – it sounded more like something we were doing together, not something he was doing to me. He really made it sound like I was a willing participant. And the fact that I can't remember a thing about it convinces me that he probably was right – it was something we did together."
"I don't understand," Brad shook his head.
"She may have a point, son," John interjected. "Let me ask you, how much do you remember from when you were two or three?"
"Uh, not much," Brad admitted. "I remember stepping on a bee on the front lawn and it stung me."
"Exactly," his father nodded. "At that age, hardly anyone remembers much of anything. The only things that stick are maybe some random flashes of things and then the big, scary, or painful things. If Melissa's father were really doing something to her that hurt her, or scared her, or made her really uncomfortable, she might very well have remembered that. That fact that she can't suggests that it was just something that she saw as part of her normal life and enjoyed doing with her father."
Brad nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. Thanks."
Melissa nodded at John in appreciation of his understanding and then asked, "So now that you've heard it all, what do you think of what I did? Are you pissed off at me?"
John shook his head. "No, not pissed off. And thank you for asking me how I feel about it, and I'll tell you in a minute. But I have a couple of questions first: Are you going to tell your mother about this? And if your father actually does start to pay the family support he owes, are you really prepared to honor your promise to him? It sounded like you agreed you'd have sex with him even before he'd completely caught up on his payments provided he started to pay. Is that what you meant?" He fixed her with an intent gaze.
Melissa swallowed under his look but answered firmly, "So yes, I'm definitely going to tell my mom. This isn't something I could keep from her even if I wanted to, which I don't. In fact, I'd like to tell her tonight when she calls. I'd- well, I'd kind of like her to have a couple of days for it all to sink in before I see her in person," she admitted.
John gave her a droll look. "Hmm. Not the most noble of motives, but I understand where you're coming from, and I agree that the sooner you tell her, the better. And my second question?"
"So yeah, that was what I meant," Melissa confirmed. "I mean that if he actually started making the payments, I'd be willing to get together with him. But I won't spend an entire weekend with him until he pays it all."
"And you're okay doing that? I mean, is it actually something you want to do and not something you think you have to do to support your mother?" John pressed.
Melissa nodded firmly, "Yeah, John, it is. I understand what you're asking, but I meant what I said earlier. When I was with him, having sex with him just felt right, and I did enjoy it. So if he holds up his end of the deal, so will I."
"Fair enough," John nodded, "And thanks for being honest with us all. As for how I feel, well, I have to admit that I would have preferred you have nothing to do with the man. I don't trust him one little bit and I really despise him for what he did to your mother and both of you," and he nodded at Keith as well as Melissa. "But I do understand that he is your father and that you want and need some sort of connection with him, so I have to respect that. And since you did decide you wanted to resume some sort of ongoing relationship with him, now that I think about it, I'm actually glad you decided to have sex with him," he added with a wry expression.
"Huh? How do you figure?" Brad blurted. The others at the table looked just as puzzled.
"Think about it," John answered. "We all have decided to have some, well, very different ideas about families and sex, ideas that would be disastrous to us all if they became known to others. We are all extremely vulnerable to anyone on the outside who might learn the truth about us, and would be especially vulnerable to someone like your father, someone who has proven himself to be completely untrustworthy already and with whom there's a history of bad blood, especially between him and your mother. But now that he has not only had sex with his own daughter but admitted to having done so when you are little more than a baby, he's no longer in any position to make any threats or harm any of us even if he does somehow learn the truth about us. Do you understand?"
Melissa nodded. "Yeah, I do. I hadn't really thought about all that before."
John gave her a pointed look, "Yes, well, it seems like there wasn't a lot you were thinking about when you should have. But it seems like there's no real harm done, despite your impulsiveness. So the bottom line about how I feel is that while I wish you hadn't done it in the first place, I won't object to you continuing as long as it continues to feel like the right thing to do."
"Thank you, John," Melissa replied with sincere gratitude. "That means a lot to me." She turned to Brad and Stephanie. "And how about you guys? How do you feel?"
Stephanie answered with an amused smile, "Hey, I don't have any problem with it. I get why you did it and, like Dad said, as long as you keep feeling like it's the right thing, I'm fine with it. As long as you tell me all about it afterward," she added with a lascivious grin.
"Always. And thank you, my love," Melissa smiled. "Brad? What about you?"
Brad grimaced. "Well, I'm with Dad. I mean I really wish you hadn't done it at all. But since it seems like you've already made up your mind, I guess it's just one more person I have to share you with. At least it wasn't some complete stranger," he added, a trifle bitterly.
"Brad! I wouldn't! I mean, it's not like that, love," Melissa blurted, a pleading look on her face. "I hope you know that I love you so much and nothing about this changes the way I feel about you. But this is something that matters to me, and I do want to have a relationship with my father. I hope you'll be able to accept that, my baby. The way you feel really does matter to me," she said, looking at her boyfriend intently.
Brad looked apologetic. "You're right, Mel. I do get that, and I'm sorry I sounded so whiny. So yeah, I really am cool with it. I promise."
Melissa thanked Brad sincerely and, catching John's look, understood that he was reminding her that she still needed to do some fence-mending with his son. She nodded her acknowledgment.
"Did he, uh, did Dad say anything about having done stuff with me, too, when I was little?" Keith asked hesitantly.
"Oh, sorry, Bro. Didn't I say?" Melissa asked contritely. "It seems like he didn't, and I asked him point blank if he had. The way he answered, he made it clear he didn't, and that he had no interest in it. That's why I told you earlier he didn't seem to have any desires around guys."
"Ah, that's what you were talking about," Keith nodded. "Thanks." Melissa couldn't tell if he sounded relieved or disappointed, but chose not to pursue it.
"So," John announced, "If there is nothing more that we need to talk about, we should let Melissa finally eat her supper, and then everyone needs to get busy on their homework. You guys did your piano practice earlier?" he asked his children. When they confirmed that they had, he went on, "So if your homework means it will be too late for another family orgy tonight, that's the way it goes. I sounds like some of you," he looked sharply at Melissa, "Have already had quite a bit of sex today. So everyone finish up now and get to work on your studies. Melissa, I'll come let you know when your mother calls."
Melissa nodded and turned her attention to her now lukewarm supper. The others, who had been eating while she had been talking earlier, excused themselves one by one and left, while John started clearing up.
As soon as she was done with her meal, Melissa also excused herself, but not before giving John a loving kiss and thanking him for being so understanding.
"You're welcome," he replied. "You really are a very interesting young woman," he added with a wry grin. "A never-ending source of surprises. You think you can let things settle down a bit before you spring any more on us?"
"Yeah, I definitely will," she promised and left to head upstairs where her homework awaited.
When she arrived as Stephanie's bedroom, she found her dark-haired lover sprawled out on the bed with textbooks and papers spread out around her. Melissa paused a moment, her eyes drinking in the smooth, nubile form of Stephanie's nude body.
"What?" Stephanie asked, looking up and seeing her friend staring at her.
"You're just so beautiful, my love," Melissa answered sincerely with an adoring smile.
"Why thank you, lover. So are you," Stephanie responded, taking a moment to shamelessly leer at Melissa as the plump redhead finally stripped off her blouse and skirt and dug the underwear she'd previously stuffed into her purse out to put in the laundry. "So now that we're alone, you can tell me how you really feel about what I did," she added with a rueful look. "It seems like you think I was really ridiculous."
"No, not ridiculous," Stephanie responded with an amused look, "But yeah, I do think it's all kind of funny. I mean, it's just so you," she laughed.
"Why? What do you mean?" Melissa asked, not sure how she felt about being the source of her lover's amusement.
"Oh, just the way you plunged right into it, thinking with your heart instead of your head," Stephanie shook her head. "And even though I could think of all those other reasons why you decided to go ahead and fuck your dad, we both know the real reason was that you were just horny as hell and really wanted to get laid. At least, none of those other reasons would have mattered if you hadn't been. Don't even try to tell me I'm wrong," she warned with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, yeah, you know me too well," Melissa admitted unrepentantly. "I was already thinking about getting back here and enjoying some time with you and Brad even before I ran into my dad. So yes, I admit it, I was really needing a good fuck. Speaking of which, did you and your brother manage to squeeze something in this afternoon?"
"Oh we definitely did," Stephanie answered a bit smugly, "And it wasn't a squeeze at all. He fit perfectly," she preened.
"Oh, good," Melissa answered, genuinely pleased. "I'm happy you guys were able to do that. I really am so glad you guys love each other as much as Keith and I do."
"Me, too," Stephanie admitted. "The whole thing with Brad was, well, let's just say I never would have expected it, but now I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Speaking of brothers, it seems like Keith was really turned on by the thought of tasting your dad's come."
"Oh, yeah, big time," Melissa nodded with a grin at the memory. "And it really made him forget about being mad at me, too. Although," she added soberly, "I'm afraid he's going to be disappointed if he has any fantasies of being able to taste any other way than second hand. He did comment, by the way, that my dad's come tasted just like his, or at least the way it tastes mixed with me," she giggled. "Dad's cock looks just like Keith's, too, only a little smaller."
"Is that right?" Stephanie asked, intrigued. "I hope you told Keith that."
"For sure," Melissa nodded with a grin.
"But I gotta' ask – how was it with your dad? I mean, was he a good lover?" Stephanie probed with undisguised prurient interest.
"Well, he did make me come three times, so there's that," Melissa answered with a sidelong glance at her friend on the bed, "So yeah, it was okay. And for sure, he gave me what I needed at the time. Although," her voice softened, "It wasn't near as nice as what Keith and I did afterwards. I guess that's the difference between just a fuck and sex with someone you totally love. Dad was just a fuck. So I guess I learned that lesson."
"You should be sure and tell your mom that," Stephanie advised seriously.
"You think?" Melissa asked, her eyebrows raised. "Okay, you've got good instincts about this kind of stuff. I will, for sure."
Just then they heard the house telephone ring. "Oh, boy. Here we go," Melissa muttered, taking a deep breath.
"You'll be fine, Mel," Stephanie assured her. "Your mom is a lot more loving and understanding than you give her credit for."
"Not about my dad," Melissa predicted darkly.
"Well, maybe not, but so what?" Stephanie asked earnestly. "You did it because it felt like the right thing to do for you. Just make sure she knows that and she'll be cool with it eventually, if not tonight."
"Thanks, lover," Melissa said, giving her nude friend a tender look.
There was a soft knock at the door, followed by John's voice saying, "Melissa? Your mom is on the phone and ready to talk to you."
"Thanks," Melissa said as she opened the door, treating the lanky man to an eyeful of her twelve-year-old pulchritude and giggling at his reaction, one clearly visible because he had removed his clothing and his prick was swelling rapidly at the sight of the two naked preteen girls. He grinned unabashedly as he followed the direction of Melissa's glance and gestured for her to precede him downstairs.
Once they were in the kitchen, John picked up the telephone handset, covered the mouthpiece, and whispered, "I'll leave you some privacy, but I'll be waiting in the front room when you're done."
Mouthing a silent thank-you to John, Melissa picked up the proffered phone handset and said in a voice she hoped wasn't too shaky, "Hi, Mom! How are things going for you there?"
"Oh, things are going well, though it's been a long day and I'm pretty tired," her mother replied through the phone. "But overall, it's been great other than missing you guys like crazy. John said you had something to tell me?" she prompted. "Should I be worried?"
"I- I hope not," Melissa stuttered, then took a deep breath. "But it is pretty important, so I wanted to tell you right away."
"Okay, I'm listening," her mother answered in a neutral tone.
"Well, the thing is, I saw Dad today. He was waiting in his car in front of the house when I went over there after school."
"Oh, shit!" her mother cursed. "What in the flaming Hell did he want?"
"Well, I think he wanted to see you," Melissa answered. "Apparently his girlfriend finally dumped him. Anyway, since you weren't there, he got me instead."
Her mother was instantly alert. "What do you mean `got you'?" she demanded. "What did he do to you?"
Melissa sighed deeply. "Mom, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. He fucked me. I mean, we fucked. I wanted him to, and it's fine. I'm fine, I mean," she ended lamely.
"What?!!! Really?!!" her mother shrieked. "Oh, honey, how could you? What were you thinking?" she went on, sounding aghast. "What? Since you started having sex with everyone else in the family, you couldn't leave it alone until you'd collected the entire set?"
"Well, yeah, that was kind of part of it," Melissa admitted, "But only part of it."
"I see," her mother responded, her voice suddenly growing deadly calm. "I think maybe you'd better start from the beginning and tell me everything," she advised.
So for the second time that evening, Melissa related the entire series of events that afternoon. Her mother listened in silence until Melissa spoke of her father's revelations about having sex with her as a toddler, when her mother could hold her peace no longer. "That bastard! That utter, evil bastard!" she fumed. "I knew something was going on, but I could never prove it. Oh, my poor baby," her voice turned sympathetic. "I am so sorry, love. You should never have had to endure something like that."
"But that's just it, Mom," Melissa struggled to explain. "First, I don't remember anything about it, so it's not like it affected me at all. I can't exactly be scarred for life by something I had no idea had even happened. And second, the way he described it, it didn't sound like I minded all that much, even at the time; in fact, it sounded like I kind of liked it, like it was something special we did together. And John thinks that was probably true, because if it was something that hurt me, or scared me, or was something I hated, I probably would remember it. It was only because I was fine with it and thought it was perfectly normal that I don't remember a thing about it."
"Wait. John knows?" her mother sounded taken aback.
"Yes, Mom. I told everyone here," Melissa replied gently but with determination. "That's not something I would have kept back from them. And the only reason you're finding out later than the others is because we had to wait for your call." And she went ahead and relayed what Stephanie had said about Melissa's reasons for deciding that having sex with her father was the right thing to do.
"I see," her mother sniffed, partially mollified. "And thanks, I do think I understand a bit better. That girl is wise beyond her years. So it sounds like Stephanie accepts it just fine. And what does John think about all this?" she demanded
"To be honest, he would rather I hadn't had anything to do with Dad," Melissa admitted, "But he also said that since I'd made up my mind to re-open a relationship with him, it was a good thing that I fucked him."
"What?" her mother asked incredulously, "You'd better explain that."
"Yeah, I didn't understand at first, either," Melissa acknowledged and then proceeded to explain John's observation that it meant her father wouldn't be in any position to threaten or harm any of them now.
"Huh," her mother muttered, "Leave it to that incredible man to find the silver lining in any cloud. Yes, I have to admit he's got a real point. But, baby, didn't it bother you at all to know he'd done all that to you when you were a baby? And you still went ahead and had sex with him?" she asked plaintively.
"Well, I'd already decided to fuck him," Melissa confessed, "In fact we already were fucking when he told me. So yeah, I was shocked, but like I said, I hadn't remembered a thing about it so it didn't seem like that big a deal. And later, after we'd fucked the first time and I made him tell me all the details, well, I, um, the way he told it made it all sound kind of nice and, well..."
"It turned you on, huh?" her mother snorted. "I can hear it in your voice. In fact, it's getting you all hot and bothered all over again just thinking about it, isn't it?" she accused but with a teasing lilt to her voice.
"Yes! Yes! I admit it!" Melissa sighed. "I'm a total slut and a complete pervert."
"Of course you are," her mother said gently. "I just wanted to hear you admit it. Since we already know what a pervert I am, I guess I can't really judge you for that."
"Oh, Mom, I can't tell you what a relief it is to hear you say that," Melissa cried. "But I'm curious; what was it that made you suspect Dad was up to something with me back then. He said he knew you'd gotten suspicious but that all you did was make sure I was never left alone with him again. Like, if you'd known for sure, you would have done more than that."
"Oh, you bet your ass I would have done more than that if I'd known for certain," her mother muttered darkly. "I never caught him doing anything outright; it was more just the way he looked at you. Like, the way he used to look at me in high school when he couldn't wait for the next chance to get in my pants. I even tried asking you about it, but you were only two years old and if you even understood what I was talking about, you weren't saying anything. Maybe because, like you said, it all seemed perfectly normal to you. Anyway, yes, I made sure I never was out of the house when he was there with you. It cost me a lot of extra hours at work at a time when we really needed the money."
"Oh, Mom!" Melissa sympathized, "I'm really sorry you had to do that."
"Well, it's all water under the bridge now," her mother sighed resignedly. "Although," she went on in a very different tone, "Even though there's no way I would have been ready for something like that back then, if I felt back then the way I do now about sex with family members, Hell! I might have even joined in if I'd found out about it."
"Ohhhh, God, Mom!" Melissa groaned, "The minute you said that, my pussy started dripping like crazy."
"Is that right?" her mother replied in a decidedly smoky tone. "Well, mine, too," she admitted. "And it sounded like your father was still turned on by the idea, too."
"Oh, God! He sure was, Mom," Melissa blurted. "He'd just dropped that bombshell on me in the middle of when we were fucking, so as interesting as that sounded, I wasn't about to stop fucking and make him tell me about it," she confessed.
"Of course you wouldn't," her mother interjected in a too sweet voice.
"Glad we understand each other," Melissa shot back, uncowed. "Anyway, the minute we'd both come and he was still inside me, I made him tell me all about it. And the thing is, even though he'd just come, the more he talked, the more his cock started swelling again, until we both just had to admit that the whole idea got us both turned on like crazy, and we fucked again right then and there!"
"Is that right?" her mother asked, a little breathlessly.
"Mom! What are you doing?" Melissa asked suspiciously. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Why? Do you mind?" her mother asked, her panting becoming obvious.
"God, no!" Melissa giggled, "I think it's great! Oh, Mom! I was so afraid you were going to hate me for what I did, but I really did like it. Not as much as I liked fucking Keith afterwards, though," she added, remembering Stephanie's advice.
"Oh, really? So there's more to the story?" her mother asked. Melissa could actually hear obscene, wet, smacking sounds over the phone and realized her mother must have abandoned all pretense of subtlety and was frigging herself in earnest. "Okay, well you'd better get on and tell me the rest. But I do have a question first. Am I to understand that you enjoyed yourself enough that you intend to keep having sex with your father?"
"Well, that depends entirely on him," Melissa responded and proceeded to tell her mother about the `deal' she'd made with her father.
"No! You didn't!" her mother burst into shocked laughter. "What a devious little witch you are! And an amazing negotiator, too. You could actually put some of the wheelers and dealers here at the show to shame. I'm totally impressed that you not only held back the big payoff until the contract was honored in full, but you included progress payments along the way when he showed good faith." Melissa glowed at her mother's praise. "And he actually seemed to take it seriously?" her mother asked when her laughter had faded.
"Yeah, I think he might have," Melissa said. "Especially the way his face looked when I promised him I'd spend the weekend with him once he'd paid it all and he could do anything he wanted to me...anything at all," and she pitched her voice to be that of an innocent little girl.
"Yeah, I can see that would be powerful incentive," her mother replied with amusement, though the wet sounds of her fingering her pussy continued unabated in the background. "And you're sure you're willing to go through with it if he meets his end of the bargain? You're not doing it just because you feel obligated to help me out?"
"No, Mom," Melissa assured her mother firmly. "John asked me the same thing, and no. If he comes through for you, I'll come through for him."
"Hmm," her mother snorted, "I think the emphasis may be more on the `coming' part and not so much on the `for him' part, but that's okay. I know you're as much of a horny slut as I am. Good," she said in a decisive tone, "Then that's settled. I just needed to make sure. So we'll see what he actually does. And I do appreciate you making sure he stayed away from our home. I think I can accept you wanting to see him again as long as that's what you really want, but I have no desire to come into contact with him," she added fervently.
"Now, girl, I really need you to finish the rest of your story," her mother urged, "Especially the part about you and Keith afterwards."
Melissa smiled to herself at the obvious and unbridled lust in her mother's voice, but willingly continued the tale, being sure to stress how much more it meant to her than what she had experienced with her father.
By the time she had finished, her mother was moaning and gasping loudly. "That's- ohh, God! That's really nice. I- unnngghh! I'm glad you told me everything, sweetie. And now- oooohhh! Would you be a love and get John back on the phone? I think I want to- unngghh! Share this next- unnngghh! Moment with him!"
"Wow! Really?" Melissa cried in amazement. "You want him to listen to you come?"
"Yep," her mother confirmed between heavy breaths, "I think it's- hoh! It's a safe way to take things to- oh, God! To a new level, don't you?"
"Oh, definitely," Melissa agreed, her own voice turning smoky. Listening to her mother nearing a climax was spiking her own arousal. "I love you, Mom. I'm getting John now."
"Love you, too!" her mother grunted before Melissa set the handset down on the counter again.
She entered the living room and, to her amusement as well as lascivious interest, found John seated in an armchair and earnestly stroking his gargantuan erection. "Well, that's fitting," Melissa commented in a husky voice as she approached the masturbating man.
John started at her voice but quickly recovered and looked her up and down, ogling Melissa's overdeveloped body with unashamed lust. "Hi," he grunted. "All done talking to your mom?"
"Yep, and she's cool with everything," Melissa assured him, struggling to keep her eyes off John's massive prick. "She wants to talk to you again. And you'd better hurry, or you're going to miss the main event," she advised dryly.
"Uh, okay," John responded, struggling to his feet. "What do you mean?"
"You'll see," Melissa replied mysteriously. "I wouldn't come until you talk to her, though," she added with a barely suppressed giggle.
"Oh, really?" John said, looking intrigued. "I guess I'd better get in there, then. Thanks!"
"You're welcome. Give her my love. I'll be upstairs now," she added so he would know he would have some privacy, and then laughed because the man had already left the room.
Melissa headed back to Stephanie's room and found her pretty much as she had left her, sprawled naked on the bed with books and papers all around her. Stephanie looked up eagerly the minute Melissa walked in. "Well?" she demanded, "How'd it go?"
"Good," Melissa grinned, "Way better than I expected, actually." She sat down on the bed next to Stephanie and began to teasingly run her fingers up and down the smooth skin of her lover's back.
"What are you doing?" Stephanie looked up, intrigued. "Are you saying the call went so well that it got you all turned on again talking about it with your mom?"
"Yeah, and I wasn't the only one," Melissa said in a low, confiding tone. "Right now, our folks are having phone sex. Mom wanted your dad to listen to her come! And he was already jacking off in the living room when I went to get him, so he's probably coming right along with her!"
"Whoa!" Stephanie breathed, her eyes gleaming with prurient interest. "We should go spy on them!"
"No," Melissa smiled, though the same thought had occurred to her. "He left me alone to talk to Mom, so we should let him have his privacy, too. Besides," the redhead added, "Even though I know I need to work on my homework or it's going to be midnight before I'm done, I'm so fucking turned on I just have to come, too, or I'm never going to be able to concentrate. How about you take a break and let's lick each other into a nice come before I finally hit the books?"
"Well, I am definitely ready for a break," Stephanie smiled archly, "But you're not getting out of telling me all about what your mom said. So you just lie down next to me here, and then I'm going to make you come while you tell me everything."
"I hear and obey, mistress!" Melissa laughed and readily lay down beside her young lover, emitting a sigh that quickly turned into a moan as Stephanie's fingers found Melissa's sopping slit and then pushed into her cunt.
"God! You're gushing!" Stephanie cried with lewd delight. "You weren't kidding about being turned on! Okay, spill it, lover," she urged as her fingers began to rhythmically plunge in and out of Melissa's vagina and a thumb began to lazily circle her fully engorged clitoris.
"Ohhh, fuck! That feels so good," Melissa groaned. "I don't know if I can- hoh! Keep talking while you're- oh, fuck! Doing that!" she added.
"Stop complaining, slut," Stephanie commanded. "You know how this works; the sooner you tell me everything, the sooner you can come. So talk!"
So despite the intense sensations the dark-haired girl was eliciting between Melissa's legs, the plump redhead attempted to relate every bit of the conversation with her mother. By the time she got to the part where she had been telling her mother about Keith sucking all his father's semen out of her pussy, Melissa was barely holding it together. "Ohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she grunted, "That's- oh, fuck! That's what really- shit! Really drove Mom crazy! Hunnggghhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! God! Mom was fucking herself with her hand- unnngghhh! So loud I'm amazed- haaagghhh! Amazed your dad didn't hear it- unnngghhh! All the way from the living room! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Or maybe he did! Unnnggghhh! Maybe that's why he was- hoh! Oh, shit! Why he was jerking off! Oh, God, Steph! You're doing it! You're making me come! Oh, God! Here it comes! It's- haagghhh! I'm coming! Oh, God! I'm- haaaaaaaiiiiiieeeee!" she screamed as her excruciatingly postponed climax thundered over her shuddering, plump body. Wave after wave of exquisite bliss washed up and down her, making her back arch of its own volition and her arms to flail uncontrollable at her sides.
Finally the rhythmic throbbing in Melissa's clit subsided. "Whew!" she exhaled with relief. "What you do to me, lover!"
"Feel better?" Stephanie asked sweetly.
"Oh, God, love!" Melissa answered with feeling, "If I felt any better I'd be melted into a puddle here in the bed! Thank you; I needed that so much!"
"Yeah, somehow I could tell that," Stephanie giggled. Just then, they heard rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings from the boy's room next door and the soft grunts of sexual pleasure. Both girls burst into laughter.
"I swear, Mel, you're like, contagious!" Stephanie snorted. "You're leaving a trail of climaxing bodies wherever you go today!"
"Me! Why are you pinning it all on me?" Melissa protested, though inside she was thrilled to think that she could inspire such arousal among all those she loved.
"Who else?" Stephanie asked pointedly. "Even for a super slut, I'd say you've outdone yourself today!"
Melissa shrugged happily, "I'm glad I could help," she giggled. About that moment they heard both boys groan simultaneously. "That sounded nice," Melissa commented. "What do you think they were doing?"
"I'm guessing sucking each other at the same time," Stephanie considered with a lustful gleam in her eye. "They both came at the same time, so they couldn't have been fucking, and it did kind of sound like they were coming with their mouths full," she sniggered.
"Yeah, I think you're right," Melissa agreed and then stopped suddenly as she looked up and saw John glowering at them from the open door of the bedroom.
"And just what is going on up here?" he demanded. "I thought we agreed that everyone needed to be working on their homework."
Melissa was about to blurt some sort of defense, but Stephanie spoke up first in an amused tone, "Tsk! Daddy, get over here."
John blinked, confused at the response to his question. Stephanie repeated her demand, and John approached the bed with the two naked twelve-year-olds on it with a suspicious expression. To both her father's and Melissa's amazement, Stephanie coolly grasped her father's semi-flaccid cock and took the head of it into her mouth. After a moment, the black-haired girl pulled her face away from her father's prick and instantly kissed Melissa. Melissa could taste the distinctive flavor of John's semen on her tongue and suddenly realized what Stephanie had spotted.
Sure enough, as soon as Stephanie broke off the obscene kiss, she blithely said, "Thanks, Daddy. You still had come dripping from your dick. I'm glad you and Margaret had such a nice conversation."
John opened his mouth and then closed it again, having realized that any attempt to remonstrate about the two girls' sexual activities moments ago would sound ridiculous. Instead, he smiled pleasantly and said, "Why yes, it really was nice. And thank you," he glanced at Melissa, "For providing such inspiration. And if I'm not mistaken, you seem to have also inspired our boys to take a break from homework, too," he added with a droll expression.
"Yep, it sure sounded like that from in here," his daughter agreed amiably, sure now that she had defused any further criticism from her father.
"Well, I guess given all the excitement of today, expecting all you lusty young people to go more than a couple hours without fucking was a little much," he finally conceded with a wry grin. "But do you think you've gotten enough of it out of your system now that you can actually finish your homework? I'll tell the boys the same thing," he added with a determined nod.
"But John," Melissa pointed out sweetly, "Stephanie hasn't come yet."
John swallowed hard and his eyes gleamed with arousal at that blatant invitation, but finally he shook his head as if clearing his vision and just said tightly, "Well then, if my horny little daughter would like something done about that, I suggest she join me in my bedroom, after," he stressed, "She's done with her homework. Will that suffice?"
Melissa looked at Stephanie, who grinned at her father. "That would be perfect, Daddy."
"In fact," Melissa suggested, "Since we hadn't decided yet on who's sleeping where, why don't you and your dad spend the night together. It's been a while since it's just been the two of you, and I'll go and keep the boys warm in bed once I'm done. I think after today, I should really spend a little more time with Brad, especially."
John nodded his approval. "I think that's an excellent idea, Melissa. I was going to suggest it if you didn't. Alright, then. That's settled; I'll tell the boy's to expect you later. Homework!" he reminded both girls over his shoulder as he departed the room.
"Yes, Daddy," both girls answered simultaneously and then giggled. John just shook his head helplessly and proceeded down the hall to the boy's room.
"Wow," Stephanie mused once her father was gone, "This day definitely did not turn out like I expected. Never a dull moment with you around," she grinned and tenderly caressed the side of Melissa's ample breast.
"Yeah, it's been quite a day," Melissa had to agree as she reluctantly sat up on the bed and away from Stephanie's lithe body. "Nice work distracting your dad, by the way," she added with an admiring glance.
"Psshh!" Stephanie waved her hand dismissively, "That was easy. And he really did have this humongous drop of come on the end of his cock that I just had to taste."
"Well, it goes to show just how hard you'd made me come, `cause I was so out of it still I didn't even notice," Melissa confessed with a self-deprecating laugh. "But seriously, now that I've told you how my mom reacted, what do you think? Is she really going to be okay with it – me and my dad, I mean?"
"Yeah, I knew what you meant," Stephanie replied dryly. "And yeah, I do think she will. At least, it sounds like, now that she's sure it's really something you want to do, she's fine with it. She really does love you and wants you to be happy, you know."
Melissa felt a lump growing in her throat. "Yeah, I do know that. But she's been so hurt by my dad for so long. I mean, it was only last week that I ever even heard her call him my father; since he left, it's always just been `the asshole', so I really didn't know what to think."
"Not that it stopped you getting your daddy's cock into you the first chance you got, I notice," Stephanie said with a meaningful look, but continued before Melissa could protest, "But you know I get why you did it and I'm completely fine with it. I wonder," she mused and then stopped herself.
"What, Steph?" Melissa prompted, now thoroughly intrigued.
"Uh, just if maybe your dad might be interested in having two girls in his bed sometime," Stephanie blurted.
"Oh, Steph! You mean it? You'd really like to share?" Melissa cried delightedly before she sobered. "I'd- I'd really like that, but you'd better have a long talk with your dad about that first; probably my mom, too. My dad really is not a very nice man. I think I'm safe enough alone with him, but I don't know where his head's at enough to vouch for him. But if you're serious, I'll try to – carefully – bring him around to the idea and see what he says. And anyway, assuming he does come through with paying my mom, I do think the first time with him it should probably be just me. I'm not trying to be greedy, my love," she hastened to add. "It's just that things are all different now. He's not really my dad anymore, I mean, not entirely. He's more of another lover, and I really don't know how things are going to go. But I do think that's really cool of you to suggest that. And I have to admit, the idea turns me on more than a little bit, too."
"Okay, yeah, I understand," Stephanie nodded with an accepting shrug. "One thing gets me about your mom's reaction, though. She actually said that if she felt about things then the way she does now, she might have actually joined in with you and your dad?"
"Yeah, she really did," Melissa confirmed with an amazed shake of her head. "I was completely blown away – I definitely did not expect that. And come to think of it, that was about the time I could tell she had started playing with herself. Huh!" she marveled. "Who knew she was as big a pervert as my dad?"
"Well, I had a pretty good idea," Stephanie said a bit smugly, "But it does raise some interesting questions about how things will be when we, you know, start having kids of our own, don't you think?"
"Shit! You're right," Melissa answered with a dumbfounded look. "God! Maybe she'll want our babies to start licking her pussy and sucking the family cocks right along with nursing from us!"
"Yeah, maybe," Stephanie agreed. The husky tone that had crept in made Melissa do a double-take.
"My God! You, too?" Melissa blurted. "You're as turned on by the thought of sex with our kids as I am!"
"Maybe," Stephanie conceded, blushing slightly. "We'll just have to see, won't we? Hey!" she observed suddenly, "I just realized that all this clears up the mystery of how you got your cherry popped. It was your dad all along!"
"Huh! You're right," Melissa nodded with a soft smile. "In all the excitement, I'd never even thought of that. In a way, I'm kind of glad. I mean, it was with someone I loved, you know?"
"Yeah," Stephanie agreed with a smoky gleam in her eyes. "There's nothing better than having your dad be your first."
Melissa gave her friend a knowing grin and then trundled across the room to the bed and, with a self-pitying groan, began to attack the large pile of homework.