I suppose it all started even before the birth of our first child Victoria. You see I’ve always liked young girls, although not too young. By that, I mean teenagers, nice young nubile frames with a hint of puppy fat still there... Lovely! I guess that I’ve always considered myself to be a bit perverted or something, because of my penchant for youngsters. As I grew into manhood and right through my married life, I still had these cravings for youth.
Anyhow, with the birth of my daughter, and realizing that I had a problem, I vowed to myself that I would never ever do anything to hurt her in any way. I managed to hold myself to my promise until she was fifteen years old, and even with that, I feel that there were extenuating circumstances.
Although I was the one that instigated our incest, I by no means hold myself solely to blame for the turn of events that followed. Up until then, I had behaved as any loving father would have, and my only concession to my promise was that I allowed myself to look at her as a female and not necessarily as a daughter.
Victoria had always been beautiful (in my eyes) but from about the age of twelve her facial beauty began to mature and physically she began to blossom. By the time she reached fifteen, she was almost into her womanhood. She remained short, measuring only 5’1, but had a nice curvaceous shape, with beautifully shaped 34B breasts. Her blonde hair falling down to her shoulders gave her an angelic look about her.
Vicky wasn’t our only child. The year after she was born my wife Laura gave birth again, this time to a son, who we named James.
As far as I was concerned Jimmie was a normal teenage boy, forever getting into scrapes and mischief and, as my wife was fond of saying, he was generally a chip off the old man’s block, copying and doing everything that I also used to do as a youngster. Laura seemed to relish in remarking that the boy was going to be just like his father, a bit of a heartbreaker, and that all of the young girls would be falling for his good looks.
Anyway, I’ve gone slightly off track here in my story, enough with the family history lesson. Let me get back to that fateful day in November of last year.
It started just like any other day. There wasn’t anything unusual about it, just the normal bickering by the kids as they were getting ready for school. Not feeling too well, I ignored the bantering and left it all for my wife to handle.
As I prepared to go to work, she packed the kids off to school and then headed off downtown. She was a part-time consultant, and had managed to get work for the day. No sooner were they off than I too left for my job as a gym instructor/coach, at a different school than my kids.
About midway through my morning classes however, I started to lose my voice. I was no good to my pupils without my ability to speak so the school sent me home on sick leave. About noon, I arrived to an empty house and decided that I might as well catch up on some missed sleep. I tucked myself up in bed, hoping that the rest would help me.
The next thing I knew was that I was awakened by the phone ringing and the sound of my daughter talking to her mother, saying, “Don’t rush back home mom, well see you around six, bye”.
On checking the clock beside me, I realized that it was almost 4pm and that I had slept most of the day away. I attempted to call out to Vicky but the next voice that I heard was not my own, as I’d completely lost my voice, but that of my son saying, “Great! Mom isn’t back till 6pm. Let’s go and play”.
If you think that I was surprised that my children actually wanted to play with each other (after the near-constant arguing that the two of them generally went through), then imagine my surprise when I heard Vicky telling Jimmie to wait for five minutes before stripping and coming into her bedroom.
Needless to say, I was stunned.
I should have done or said something to intervene, but instead I did nothing. In fact, the only thing that I was able to accomplish upon hearing my daughter’s words was to sprout the most enormous hard-on that I had ever had, even though I couldn’t be sure at this point, what was happening.
Then I heard Vicky running in the hall and then she entered her bedroom, which was across the hall from Laura’s and mine. Adventurism? Voyeurism? Perversion? I can’t say why I acted as I did. I was no longer the father; I was now only a male. Helplessly, I found myself moving out of bed and crouching at the keyhole of our bedroom door. I looked across to my daughter’s room. Her door was open.
I watched as Vicky peeled off her very formal school uniform, with its three-quarter-length skirt, down to her bra and panties, before she disappeared out of view. When she came back into view again, she returned in front of her mirror. She was completely nude.
With my throbbing cock in hand, I waited with baited breath as I heard my son start his advance up the stairs.
“I hope you’re horny,” called out Vicky, “because I want to be fucked for the next two hours, little brother”.
My complete surprise at what I was hearing and seeing only increased my excitement. By now, my chest was pounding and my breathing had become labored. At the same time, my hands were trembling and my temples were throbbing.
Jimmie entered the room and I watched as the pair of them kissed each other deeply. As they ground themselves into each other, it became obvious to me that this wasn’t their first time together. They were quickly working themselves into a mini-frenzy.
Vicky suddenly pushed him away and moved quickly onto the bed and called to him, “C’mon, hurry up.”
Before he climbed on the bed to join her, I noticed with some pride, that Jimmie was considerably well-hung for his age, sporting an erection that was nearly as big as my own.
Jimmie slowly went to work on his sister. (I get an erection just writing this down, remembering everything that happened. Watching him work so expertly on his older sister I became well aware that for him to be so good at this that he had had to do it many times before.)
First, he slid down and gently starting sucking on my daughter’s lovely tits, his tongue and mouth working with such intensity that Vicky’s moans could be heard behind my near-closed door. He then proceeded on downwards to her pussy where he stayed (blocking my view but not the sound) and I heard the squishing and slopping as his tongue went to work on his sister’s pussy, building her up till she was screaming at him to make her cum, which he did with Vicky writhing about all over the bed. As Vicky screamed and moaned in orgasm, I lost control of myself and all three of us came simultaneously, (my only disappointment being that I was the wrong side of the door).
Vicky was in a pool of glistening sweat as she then adjusted her position, giving me my first view of her well-trimmed pussy in over ten years, before sinking her mouth over her brother’s cock, slowly engorging herself on his meaty manhood. I watched in amazement as she slowly took about four or five inches into her mouth before noisily withdrawing with a slurping noise, sucking away before repeating the process, and going faster and faster.
As I said, I was no longer the father. This whole scene was exciting me beyond anyone’s wildest imagination. I have to honestly say that I actually felt disappointment because she didn’t suck him to completion. Instead, she withdrew, and to my excited amazement, she moved up on her brother and slowly impaled her pussy onto his cock. As his rock-hard flesh was entering her, they were both moaning and blabbering, because of the wild pleasures that were flowing through them.
At this point I was again stroking away fiercely on my enormous erection, wishing that it could have been me that my daughter was impaled on, rather than my son. She then proceeded to do what she had said that she wanted to do (“because I want to be fucked for the next two hours, little brother”.) For the next hour, Vicky rode Jimmie’s cock like there was no tomorrow, swapping to various positions and allowing me an excellent view.
The little rabbits continued fucking away. During their frenetic writhing and moaning it seemed like Vicky experienced at least two more orgasms. Finally, I heard my son cry out in wild excitement and he began thrust in and out of his sister with a fury. Up and down, harder and faster, until finally he exploded, his load shooting deep inside his sister as he emitted a deep guttural moan.
That was it for them. As he lie on top of her while they both caught their breaths, they lovingly kissed like no brother and sister supposedly should, until finally Vicky pushed him off of her and left to go the bathroom for a shower, while Jimmie disappeared into his own room.
I took this opportunity and sneaked out of the house before either of them noticed I had been home. I actually got into my car and took a drive, hoping to calm my nerves.
At 6.30 pm I strolled through the front door and was greeted by my wife and daughter. Jimmie, I was informed, was upstairs playing in his room. After hoarsely explaining that I had lost my voice, we all settled down to a family meal, and although I looked for some indication over what had earlier occurred, none was given. All throughout dinner, I maintained a raging hard-on just thinking about what had happened between my son and daughter.
After dinner Laura got ready to take Jimmie to his Monday night Judo class, leaving me alone in the house, with my daughter and some very perverse ideas that I had been thinking, which by now I desperately wanted to act out. My vow to myself was history.
Without realizing it, Vicky herself started the ball rolling while we were watching the TV. Sitting in the chair across from where I sat on the couch, she inquired, “How did you manage in work today with no voice, Dad?”
Up until that time I had been contemplating how I was going to approach the subject. This was my opening. I saw surprise on her face when I calmly informed her in a raspy voice that I had been sent home sick from work, and had spent the afternoon in bed. When I added, “That was until I was disturbed when the two of you came in,” I could see the shock register.
Her nervous looking eyes shot to mine and I could see her holding her breath. A real interesting look flushed on her face, a look of fear intermingled with some sort of a strange excitement invaded her as he watched me, undoubtedly afraid of what I was going to say and do to her and Jimmie.
The day’s excitement, plus a lifetime of yearning for young flesh finally culminated in my body and my brain. I saw my daughter’s eyes begin to widen as she watched my hands moving down my body to my crotch.
Quietly I whispered, “How did you enjoy getting fucked by your little brother?”
As I said this, I eased my own cock out of my trousers for my daughter to see. Her eyes and face held a look of abject horror as my full manhood came out in the open. Her eyes were riveted on my prick, which only served to excite me further and the hardness twitched.
Slowly her dismay seemed to fade as her eyes were drawn to my very erect penis that I was now slowly wanking in front of her; her look changing to that of curiosity on her part when I inquired, “Did you have enough baby? Wouldn’t you like some more?”
What could she say? She had been caught red-handed. Her brain hurriedly calculated, correctly, that my cock was probably her only chance to save herself. She perceived my cock to be her only lifeline, rightly so.
As I slowly stroked myself, I held my eyes on hers and waited. Finally, I am glad to say, Vicky stood up from her chair and advanced across to where I was sitting on the couch. Nervously she reached out to my cock and tentatively grabbed its twitching, throbbing mass within her little fingers. The shock and thrills that shot through me were awesome. The excitement that I was experiencing was indescribable.
After some trepidation she slowly started to move her hand up and down, gently wanking on my cock. The sensations were exploding within my brain. I was rapidly becoming so hot that there was not a rational thought in my head. Before today, I wouldn’t have dreamed of anything better than what I was feeling at that moment. However, my reaction now was that this was ‘all very nice’ but my plans called for more. I just had to have more!
After a couple of minutes I suggested that maybe we should go back up to her room, “to the scene of the crime”, adding something about a, “let’s see if we can do a re-enactment of the crime?”
I don’t know what she was really feeling, fear or excitement, and whether or not she was willingly going through with this but to my delight Vicky led the way up to her room. I had no idea what she was thinking, but at that moment, I didn’t care in the least. I desperately wanted sex with my daughter. My legs were rubbery as I followed her.
Once in her room she hardly hesitated as she soon proceeded to undress herself, until she was again down to her bra and panties, as I had seen her in the afternoon. My excitement was built up to such a pitch that my temples were throbbing. As she began to remove her bra, my eyes were drawn to her crotch. These were the same panties that she had worn earlier, still smelling of her juices.
All the time that she was removing her clothes I too was quickly stripping.
As she dropped her bra she froze before me, and my eyes swept over the incredible sight before me. My daughter was even more beautiful than she had appeared to me this afternoon.
I reached out and eagerly but gently pulled her nakedness into me, and moved my mouth toward hers. I watched her lips part for me as I swooped down. Soon I was embracing my daughter in a deep, loving kiss, swirling my tongue deep inside her mouth while she greedily responded to this hot oral attack by throwing her hips deep into my pelvis. I knew then that she was doing this willingly.
Finally, we moved to the bed, almost falling down side by side in our eagerness. I slowly suckled on the child’s orange-sized tits, sucking one nipple into my mouth, and gently nibbling, while the fingers and thumb of my left hand playfully pinched at her other nipple. The action upon her tits had my daughter gently moaning and, to my utter delight, she started to reach out for my prick without any prodding.
It was at this time that Vicky amazed me. I had seen her with her brother and from that I knew that she was a novice to sex. Still, I was not prepared for her next statement. In a heated whisper, she suggested that instead of a reenactment that we advance further.
“We only have about an hour, Dad. Maybe we should...move into a, er, 69 position so that we could both taste each other but without worrying about the time. I’d like that Daddy.”
Seeing my excitement, she hurriedly mounted me, facing the opposite direction.
I don’t know what to describe first, the first taste of my daughter’s wonderful pussy as I slowly licked and sucked away or of feeling my daughter’s mouth, sliding its way inch by inch down my cock. I also can’t be sure which one of the two excited me the most. Her cunt was absolutely delicious and was super sensitive. She was bucking down urgently into my mouth. Meanwhile, her lips, tongue and even her gentle teeth were performing magic on my prick. Vicky, I soon found out, could suck cock like there was no tomorrow (I later learned she had copied my wife Laura’s technique after spying on us through our bedroom door keyhole.) I was moaning and groaning right into her twat. I was wild from the sensations.
Then the end was upon me. I temporarily pulled my face from her pussy just long enough to inform her that I was ready to shoot my load and immediately pushed my mouth back eagerly into her. I reached around and grabbed the hot cheeks of her ass, pulling her down harder to me.
Vicky carried on bobbing her head up and down and with a final lunge on my part, my spunk spilled forth into my daughter’s mouth where she greedily swallowed it down, bringing on an orgasm of her own. It was here that I learned another surprise from my daughter; not only does Vicky swallow (something that my own wife is adverse to doing), but also when she orgasms my daughter spurts out her juices. When she started it allowed me to suck and hungrily swallow those sweet-tasting, thickened fluids.
After cumming in her mouth my cock started to shrink but my excitement was such that just swallowing down my daughter’s juice was enough to get me hard all over again. It was here that I realized just how hungry Vicky was for sex. Thinking that she was sated I expected her to roll off of me. Instead, as soon as she swallowed everything, to my surprise she twisted her body and immediately was upon me again.
Vicky quickly sheathed herself on my cock, which was still coated with her saliva mixed with the drippings of the bits of cum that she hadn’t swallowed. Running short on time that night, we just proceeded to fuck each other like crazy, with my daughter ramming herself down onto my prick. We again came together with me shooting my load deep into her pussy with a force that I hadn’t experienced since I was a teenager. My daughter fucked me to completion and the thought that my sperm, the same sperm that had created her was now within her, creating a full circle, gave me this very strange contented feeling. My only description of it now is that it was one of completeness and calm. (Ask a shrink. I don’t understand it either.)
Vicky climbed off me and did me the last favor of going back down on my cock and licking me completely clean, before heading off for her shower.