Chapter 7
"Daddy, are you and Mommy going to take a swim tonight?" She was parked between the two on the den's gigantic lounger-for-lovers, far more interesting with three squeezed together on its S-shaped contour of soft, body-absorbing padding.
"Guess so," he muttered, staring at the late news and pretending disinterest in the question. "Don't think Mommy is going to last, though."
"Coursh shyam." Dixil tilted the glass to her lips and winked when she saw Kitty watching. "Jus you two wash me jump in the water."
"Mommy, don't you think four's enough for one evening?" Kitty squirmed to her side, trying to reach Dixil's glass, and the effort forced her billowing housecoat to flow loosely across her father's legs. It was a welcome cover for a savagely aroused Stew, who till the last few minutes had managed to contain his excitement over having Kitty lying pressed between himself and Dixil. With the quick shift of Dixil from respectable high to downright loaded, his heat surged for Kitty's sizzling bod, pressed so tantalizingly against his side through CBS Friday Night At The Movies.
Dixil had urged that the three of them use the Lova lounger and Kitty recognized at once Mommy's application of the program she'd been pushing of in-family coziness. The first of the evening had seen Dixil in the middle and Kitty on the outside. During that time Stew and Dixil had played openly with each other and Kitty had alternately pretended preoccupation with the movie and at other times lay, watching and going quietly batty as Dixil massaged Stew's erection through his boxer shorts, thumbing it sensuously and almost bringing him on with Kitty watching. It was the phone's ringing that broke up what might have turned into an open orgy and the girls watched Stew dash from the room, his penis hard against the trunks.
"Boys are having fun," he muttered on his return to the den. "Barry thinks he'll take State Elimination tomorrow and they want to stay overnight a second night if he wins. Big celebration."
That settled he had slumped back onto the lounger and somehow Kitty had been gravitated to the middle. It made the end table more accessible to Dixil for her glass and her cigarettes, Kitty reasoned, but she knew that wasn't the truth. Her mother had negotiated the switch to put her near her father.
Late news finished, Stew, who could no longer stand mild overtures to Kitty under cover of her housecoat, left the lounger and turned off the TV. Pity for the man was hardly what Kitty was feeling, but she did feel sympathy that he'd had to wear that impossible erection under those tight shorts for more than three hours.
"So, how about it, Kitty . . . Dixil. . . shall we have a dip?" He reached a hand to pull his wife from her near prone position. "We can get in our suits and-"
"Oh, I didn't mean wear bathing suits," interrupted Kitty. "I mean just go in like you two always do. After all, there's nothing left to shock me anymore, is there? I lived with Arnold for two years."
There was a peculiar look in Dixil's eye as she murmured an incoherent agreement to the skinny-dipping idea. "You should forgesssh bashhtard Arnold . . ." Only Stew's arm kept her knees from buckling as he turned her toward the stairs.
His strategy had crystallized and by the time he walked her up to the master bedroom she was almost asleep. He stepped into the bathroom and, when he opened the door to reappear naked, he knew what he was going to do. For a moment he stared at the figure on the bed, luscious and provocative, even when she was stoned. He wondered if she was really asleep.
"Dixie?"
"Mmmmhh."
"Let's go, baby. Pool's waitin'. I'm going to undress you." He slipped her slacks over her hips and leaned across her front to unbutton her tunic.
"Be rishhh there," she muttered.
Stew studied the tantalizing curves as he kneed across the edge of the bed and dropped to her side. His wife had a superlative body, dramatically turned at every woman point of her. Stretched across the brilliant red spread, one hand limp across a ripe and firm breast, she was a distractingly stacked female whose body, perfectly toned from daily tennis at the club, was an enticing invitation to any man. Even to her husband who hovered across her, rock hard and ready. He wondered if she ever had the same thoughts toward other men as those that plagued him now toward their daughter. His erection pounded hard and eager and he crept across Dixil's neatly tapered thigh, tanned and taut.
Outside their window a splash at the pool sounded and Kitty was calling them to hurry. He felt the tug to run to the new call and the simultaneous yearning to take this luscious body in front of him and have done with his fever to fuck Kitty. Arched across his wife's body, weight resting on one palm while he angled his monumental cock toward the cunty cleft, Stew remembered the limp unresponsiveness of Dixil's vagina when she was as far gone drunk as now. Never would Kitty's cunt be a loaf of bread. In fact, Stew wondered if his daughter could even accommodate his massiveness. On his sneak visit to her room her mouth had spread wide to take the full prick he offered her. Even then his foreskin had been squeezed to the sides of her pretty lips because of his jumbo size. Tiny mouths mean tinier twats and even if Stewart Carr hadn't had a first hand look at his daughter's sex-cleft in nearly ten years, he would bet she hadn't grown that much since twelve.
"Hurry, Daddy," came Kitty's soft call from the poolside.
He slipped from Dixil's side and walked to the window naked, aroused and committed to his plan. "Be right there," he called, not caring whether Dixil heard or saw or what. He remained at the drape while staring down at Kitty and fondled his frantic erection. In this moment she was a girl who looked like no one Stew had ever seen before.
Poised with animal grace at the end of the high diving board she stood nude and radiantly sexual, rich breasted, with wild, wide hips showing a narrow band of white from her bikini tan line; every animated ounce of her ripe figure bounced lightly on the springboard begging for his love. She was a young goddess of desire.
Abruptly he turned from the sight that whipped him to want to rush for the poolside and skip all the strategy. Dixil still lay where he had left her, nearly unconscious. It was time to make absolutely sure she would have no energy or thoughts left for swimming with them this evening. Stew flung himself across his wife and let her feel his cock's excitement thudding against her tummy.
"Ummmhhh!" She ground her response against him and their bodies molded quickly in an apathetic surge of desire. In seconds Dixil was moaning climax rapture and he was fighting his own urge to orgasm. To hold back when his wife was undulating in her coming had always been a nearly impossible feat for Stew, but this time he succeeded. Ever so slowly the convulsive contractions of her vagina quieted and when he withdrew his shaft of hungry cock-flesh, his wife was nearly asleep.
"C'mon, Dixil ... Catherine's waiting," he urged, testing to see how far gone she was.
"You go, shweetty pie . . . too tired . . . giver a mommy ... Dixie ... kissshh ..." Dixil's words dissipated to nothingness and he reached for the light on the end table. It was everything he had hoped for.
When he stepped out the den door onto the patio, Kitty gave a low teasing whistle. "Thank goodness, for the high walls!" she said as he approached.
He had never been more violently aware of the awkward side-to-side pendulum of his hard-on than now as he strode toward his daughter. He put his finger to his lips lest her voice carry through the window of the master bedroom and cursed himself for failing to remember to close it when he left. Then, feeling the intensity of Kitty's inspection of his naked brazenness, he drew himself up proudly before her stare, tightening his buttocks cheeks to make his ballooning iron-hard prick seem to leap like an independent animal from his front.
"You're a little unbelievable, you know that, don't you?" She shivered suddenly, hugging herself as she tilted her head to accept his rather formal kiss on her forehead. It was the last trace of his treatment of her like a child, except for the use of her full name.
"Why am I unbelievable, Catherine, because I show the way I feel?" He rocked on the balls of his feet to force his erection into a bawdy, vertical leap. "Mommy's too tired to swim tonight. Told me I should come down without her."
"Like this?" Kitty reached for his outspoken cock and for a reason he couldn't understand at first, she began to milk the erection in slow masturbatory strokes.
"Hey ... what gives?" He stepped a half step back quickly, barely out of reach.
"Somebody's got second thoughts 'bout skinny dipping or maybe about something much more intimate," accused the girl softly. i
"No such thing!" Stew's voice sounded brittle to him and he realized the frigging pretense was to bring the whole relationship to a quick decision. The little witch was a lot more mature than he'd given her credit for. "I just wanted to be sure you didn't have second thoughts. You acted kind of funny in the house this evening."
"Who wouldn't with the way things went at the lab this afternoon," pouted Kitty, remembering briefly the way it had been with Henderson Windham and her brother, then quickly putting the thoughts out of her mind. This was the moment she had been breathlessly counting the hours for since the night when at her bedside her father openly surrendered his lust to her. "Anyway, I want to relax and I'm going to swim. Can you-with that?" She looked pointedly at his flesh spear and without waiting his answer, turned to the pool edge and hurled herself into the water in a land of mixed dive and belly flop.
"Beautiful, I guess!" he praised when she surfaced.
"Liar. Come on in, but you better wade or it'll break off."
"Like to live dangerously!" he exclaimed, throwing himself from the edge in a half successful somersault that did nothing for diving form, but protected the high-flung erection.
For a few moments after he jumped into the pool, the two swam silently at opposite ends, each pointedly ignoring the other, each wondering what the other was thinking. For Stew it was an agony of uncertainty. Maybe the girl really had second thoughts and the play strokes were to send him back to his own pursuits, and that bit about a bad day at the lab could be the clue to a remorseful aftertaste.
Kitty pushed over to float on her back and he watched rich breasts stand firm and full above the water. Wild cherries pointed dark and eager from their centers. When she arched her back her pubic mound showed and the three magic curves of her delectable body crested the water's surface for his inspection. He guided his own floating toward the route her body was taking and they bumped "accidentally" as each arrived at the secluded rounded corner of the pool.
"Oops ... sorry!" he chuckled, driven from his floating position to treading water and catching her to his front as she lost her own buoyancy, and went spluttering under.
"With that thing hooked onto you, you should be sorry, but you aren't," she hissed, hugging him tightly in pretense of needing the support to keep from sinking and letting him grind his horny hugeness against the flat of her tummy. "So, when do you start beating me with it?"
"Catherine, doll baby, you're not with that animal anymore. You're home with love and tenderness-with me."
He made the decision then and there to screw Kitty in the water, but her eyes flashed warningly just as he squirmed downward and ground his prick suggestively against her thighs. The voice at the side of the pool directly above them shattered him. "Well now, thash quite a shight!"
He gaped unbelievingly up at the negligee-clad figure of Dixil, swaying unsteadily as she waved his rivieras in one hand and Kitty's bikini in the other. "Big splasshhh woke me up and I shaw you two. Here!" She tossed the swim things into the water. "I changed mind 'bout you shwimmmin bare-naked... sho put 'em on!"
Her glare at Stew made him wonder if she could see through the water at his condition or if she had seen from the bedroom window before she came down. He had deliberately left the underwater pool lights off, just in case of the unexpected.
"Gonna chaperone thish party." She teetered at the pool's edge while Stew trod water, awkwardly trying to put on trunks and Kitty the bikini panties.
"Show Mommy your new dive," Stew called to Kitty, nonchalantly trying to affect that it was all business as usual.
"Mono-kini's okay, isn't it, Mommy?" demanded an obviously annoyed daughter stomping wetly up the tile steps at the low end of the pool and throwing the halter on the flagstone as she pranced toward the diving board.
Dixil was already stretched across the mattress of a deck chair and if she heard she gave no answer. Stew, momentarily at a loss as to his next action, watched carefully. In seconds he had established the pattern of Dixil's breathing as the familiar rhythm of her sleeping, and a wild notion began to take hold. What if he made love to Kitty right in front of Dixil?
Spread the girl wide to his desire and risk everything that Dixil would remain asleep. But he was positive before she would never wake when he left her up there in the bed, and in fifteen minutes she had been fully awake. It could happen again, although he was sure after all these years of observing her sleep he ought to know when she was really out of it. Even as the thought of the daring adventure drove his penis to full hard while he stood beside his wife's prostrate figure, he dismissed the plan as pure madness.
"Show me that dive," he called to a vastly disappointed Kitty climbing slowly up the ladder at the far end of the pool.
"Okay." Her step was half-hearted as she moved onto the diving board to demonstrate the back flip Barry had taught her.
Tossing a nervous glance toward the figure prone on her back beside him, Stew turned to stare at the intoxicating near nudity of his dazzling daughter.
Dark hair spilling almost to the edge of her mini-bikini gold panties, breasts outthrust, vee mound prominent as she poised readying for the dive, Kitty was pure magnet to her audience of one.
He glanced at the deck chair as Dixil stirred restlessly, then twisted to lie on her side facing the pool. Even though her eyes were closed, Stew felt a shiver of uncertainty. She had polished the art of watching from beneath seemingly closed eyelids. She was completely out of it... or was she?
"Come help me, Daddy," called Kitty. "I've been doing the flip wrong and I need someone to hold me till just before I go off the edge. Come on up and I'll show you what I mean."
It was a million miles along the pool edge till he reached the ladder to the high board. Fear that Dixil would wake to see the hard-on standing stiffly against the red elastic of his trunks did nothing to quiet his arousal. Luscious Kitty with the supreme breasts and the animated chassis and the saucy ass waiting on the diving board had him on fire.
When they stood together near the end of the board, Kitty was at the outer edge, precariously balanced with her back toward the water. "Hold me here, Daddy," she nodded over her shoulder to indicate her buttocks, glancing down to where her mother lay as she looked. "You did say you liked to live dangerously, didn't you?"
His arms trembled as he cupped the sleek, taut, tail cheeks tentatively. Instant lightning! The touch drove wild yearning into the already stretched cock-shaft and filled it with an even more fierce frenzy of lust. The fat cap, jammed against the top edge of his rivieras, suddenly squeezed into view and Kitty's eyes danced to his middle. Her look was triumph.
"Hold me tight!" she hissed. "I want to be in a very deep bend before I go off the board."
Seething desire charged his middle and spurred the frantic penis still farther through the opening at the top of his cover. He felt her ass cheeks give an impudent ripple against his hands and then the gorgeous creature was bending back and still farther back away from him, pretending to prepare for the back flip. He stared in helpless runaway lust at the display, now not caring whether his wife woke or even if she were watching at this very moment.
"Good!" enthused Kitty arching. "Pull me back now. I've got the idea." Her foot slipped intentionally against the burlap matting at the end of the board when he drew her toward him and both her legs slid between his as he tried to tug her upright. Their bodies met at the most critical point and he made no effort to keep his ballooning penis from grinding against her skintight bikini panties. Her pussy-cleft was warm and swollen, trembling against his cock, and he knew she was as ready as he to risk.
Her hands dropped to the edge of his rivieras and he watched the red elastic wrinkle as she dragged them downward, exposing his full sex assembly. His prick diagonally across her tummy and his balls swayed pendulously, loaded with love.
"You're gigantic!" she whispered as he lowered her to her back on the diving board. Impatient, he ripped the panties from her and finished stripping his trunks the rest of the way down his legs.
"You're too much," she murmured when he crawled forward, ignoring the light movement of the board, and positioned himself high on her thighs. His cock was angled to the dark line of her cunt-cleft.
"Please!" She arched deeply. "I've been thinking about it all day. I've got to have it quickly. Please!"
That his wife, if she should wake, would see all, no longer mattered to Stew. He aimed the great cock-crown between the tender quim lips and thrust deeply into his daughter's vagina..
"Ohhh ... my God! It's ... beautif ... ohhhh!"
The spring board leaped violently as Kitty's body convulsed in the grip of instantaneous orgasm. Matching her, spasm for spasm and totally commandeered by the tight clasp of her cunty muscles, Stew poured his ejaculation in volcanic bursts into the still only partially filled love tunnel.
"More ... more!" moaned Kitty, feeling the steel remain in the cock after he had finished.
This time he took her slowly and more gently, inching his barrel gradually deeper into the hot excitement of her tender pussy. It was almost impossible to ,let go and ravish the girl in a repeated hurried copulation as she writhed to his torturously slow invasion.
"Harder! Harder!" she begged. "Ooohhh ... fuck me, you bastard stud!"
She thrust against him to force his assault, but he gripped the edges of the board and set his own pace, his mind reefing to what she had called him. To Stewart Carr it was the end of the old world and the beginning of some new uncharted way and why not advertise it to the person most likely to care. She lay down there unconscious, on the deck chair, but if she should open her eyes, why not give Dixil a show?
"Like to five dangerously!" he grunted, stroking in and out but not letting Kitty trap him with those clutching vaginal muscles. "Let's see you live dangerously."
"Oh, Daddy, whuh ... what are you doing?"
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded, urging the full pressure of his body against the meeting place of cock and cunt and sliding her toward the end of the board. When the top of her head was at the edge, he inched the two of them determinedly forward till her head hung far over the tip end of the board ... then her shoulders ... her breasts. She was almost at the center of gravity and any farther would carry them to a sudden fifteen foot drop to the pool water.
"That's wild!" she panted, urging pelvic muscles to lift her tail from the burlap mat across the board's end and simultaneously releasing her leg scissors around his waist. "Now fuck me out of my mind, while I call her!"
Kitty had caught his madness the instant her head draped over the edge of the board and she saw her mother's form still prostrate on the chair at poolside. Now with most of her body shoved over the board edge and hanging precariously, attached to only one hook ... her father's cock ... she understood. Daddy wanted to display their mania for each other.
"Mommy, watch," she called softly and a horror thrill went up and down Stew's spine as he gawked at the motionless Dixil and prayed she would stay that way.
If it didn't, then she would see all. Her husband i arched across their daughter and speared into her sweet body with all his cock power. His head swam with the implications of what he was doing and he knew that he had just put all his life directly on the line for one piece of ass.
Dixil's alcohol-drugged mind resented the needling sounds that tried to disturb her sleep. There was a distant laughter and a sound of voices but that made no sense. Who would be laughing in her bedroom? With an inarticulate murmur she shifted on the deck chair and was vaguely conscious of lights and of feeling very uncomfortable. Then her mind seemed to pick up an image. Was she dreaming? She saw a form, a female form, nude and high above her, arms out-flung, her body appearing to hang suspended, her long dark hair, her beautiful breasts, her face-it was Kitty! A dream, Dixil's drugged thoughts insisted. Then she saw the form mounted atop Kitty. Stewart! Her husband sprawled over the squirming girl and the two were-never! Stew having intercourse with their daughter? Impossible! The insanity of such a dream was too ridiculous and Dixil wriggled to her side to blot the foolish thought from her mind.
"Now ... Daddy ... now!" Kitty was inflamed at the sight of her mother turning from their copulation.
"Yeah ... Lord, yeah!" Stew felt the clutch of her love muscles all along his cock shaft and abruptly, almost driving all the terror at seeing Dixil's movement from his mind, he was locked in climax paralysis. This time as his ejaculation tore wildly into her cunt, Kitty wriggled against his passion to keep from being dropped from the board at the height of his coming. Clinging to the edges while her head went light with the wonder of her father's daring for her, she took his discharge.
Very slowly, as their climaxes ebbed and the movements of the board slowed, then stopped, Stew wormed his hips and legs to work the two of them back to safety. Neither said a word as they unwound and made their way down the ladder. As if expecting her to have seen all, they walked hand-in-hand to the deck chair, braced for the diatribe of deserved outrage when Dixil rolled back to face them. She lay motionless and a wave of relief flooded the two whose adventure had begun to pale as soon as their reason returned.
"Should we put our things on?" Kitty's eyes were bright but not with fear.
He smiled, glanced down at the dangle of his penis and shook his head at the glisten that shone along its length.
"Wake up, sleepy," he whispered hoarsely, bending to brush a lock from Dixil's eyes. The incongruity of the tenderness after his action with her made it a comic anticlimax to Kitty.
Together they walked Dixil up the stairs to the master bedroom and by the time they reached the threshold of the room, he was in full erection again. Somewhat breathlessly, both waited for Dixil's awakening to the indecent display before his daughter, but her eyes never opened as they half-led, half-carried her across the deep pile carpet of the room. She was totally oblivious to her escorts.
Quietly Stew and Kitty stole from the room and almost ran down the hall to the waiting bed. Moments later, arms and legs entwined in a need that had ballooned uncontrollably in the wake of their daring on the high board, they drove at each other.
When they were done, Carr fell away from the girl, looking past her through the window and feeling the enormity of his action. There was no longer choice left to him. No longer a daughter in his eyes, she was cock-crazing female who had to have what he wore at his groin.
Stew squirmed to his knees and moved to the foot of Kitty's bed, then looked worshipfully at the sweet body undulating slowly and expectantly before him. Tenderly he kissed each toe, working with infinite patience up the shapely leg, kissing and brushing lightly at the muscles of her calf, her knee, her thigh, till he was at the cleft between her legs.
He nibbled the soft and yielding vulva and heard her low moan of rapture when his tongue slid just within the cunty crevice. He savored the moisture and licked the tart, honey taste that had gathered there from their spunk madness on the board.
"Ooohhh ... Daddeee ... yesss!" The cry burst happily from her lips as she felt the clit bend to his probing. Round and round the little climax trigger his tongue crept and her body was a wriggling gorgeous thing, straining and contorting to the sensations that swept her. Mad for the emotion to go on and on, she thrust her hips to drive at Stew's demanding lips.
"I . . . I . . . ohhh!" She climaxed in a frenzy of motion, fists beating powerlessly on his shoulders, pounding their joy against him.
He lay quietly in the warm nest between her thighs and as she recovered her breath, he stared at the dark slit, intrigued by the way the pussy tissue still trembled in ready invitation to another invasion. Gently he traced the love-lips and heard the low cry of her need beg him to take her still again. He kissed the palpitating vulva and tenderly tongued the puffy labia flesh, slightly reddened from their romp.
So new. So young. Others had had her, he remembered, but they had done it brutishly and against her wishes to satisfy her rotten Arnold. Dixil had told him some of the things Kitty had told her mother. It was really Dixil's repeated urging that he get close, that he touch, even stroke and kiss this daughter he'd hardly ever shown affection to in her growing-up years-it was that accusation from his wife that had really triggered all the lust, Stew tried to rationalize. But the hypocrisy wouldn't wash.
He lay motionless, trying to justify what he had done as a deed that had really been in her best interests to bring her back to the full hetero life in a way that nothing in conversation or buddy-buddy affection ever could. No way he could give himself the Samaritan feeling. What he had done, he had done for Stew Carr's cock and his libido was showing and the rest was bullshit. He knew in this moment of slow awakening that to make any more of it than simple masculine desire for a sizzling female body that wanted his, was to be a total liar. That he couldn't be .. . adulterous, yes . . . incestuous, yes, but there were still lines he couldn't cross and one was to he to himself.
Kitty was desire and the desire even now wouldn't let go. At forty-five he was acting like twenty-five and there was no cooling his lust. The guilt grabbed as he began to kiss the line that led from her sex center to her hip, back again, and up the other side, till he reached the rounding of her hip, then curved into her narrow waist and turned upward. Breathing soft kisses across the silken-skinned rib cage and letting his fingers move just ahead of his lips, he crept up her body, nibbling the taut nipples and brushing lightly across thrusting globes to nuzzle finally in the hollow of her neck. There he lay, unmoving and silent, for what seemed hours to Kitty.
"Daddy's feeling guilty." She stated it as a matter of fact.
"Kinda," he admitted.
"You're thinking about all the headlines that might appear and you're thinking about ah you might catch from Mommy and you're thinking about what you've probably done to me."
"Mostly the last."
A warm tear drifted down her cheek and moistened his temple. "You didn't do a single wrong thing," came the whisper. "I'm a big girl now and ... oh, please, tell me the truth ... didn't I make you happy?"
"Very happy."
"Why do you feel guilty then?"
"Because ... well, damn it! It might just start you off on a whole cockeyed new track after the weird trip that Arnold Asshole Graber gave you."
"Hnnnnph!" She was silent a minute and he waited, not knowing what to say, not wanting to break the embrace, in spite of the remorse. "I think I have a very conceited father."
"No arguments." He stirred uncomfortably. "Gotta be conceited to do what I just did."
"Trust time, Daddy?"
"Sure, you know that"
"Okay then." She took a deep breath. "I have wanted you to fuck me since I was old enough to peek through your bedroom door and watch you put it into Mommy."
"You're kidding! When did you ever-?"
"Lots of times! You two were so involved you never knew but me and sometimes Barry, too, would sneak down, wait'll the right sounds and then twist the door knob real carefully to let us see just enough."
"You dickens!" Stew's thoughts tore back over the years and vaguely he remembered Dixil's complaints at times that he had failed to fully close the door and someone could have come by when they were doing it. Then his tumbling thoughts went over to the remark about Barry. Sister and brother in the hall together some of the time, she had admitted. Had they implemented the sex education they got? "Did you-"
Again the impatient interruption. "You're just like a glass house, Daddy. Are you ever transparent! I knew you'd ask. No we didn't, not then." She stopped and waited for the inevitable follow-up.
"Not then?" His voice was brittle, tight.
"Your fingers are squeezing, Daddy." She covered the hand at her side and he relaxed the pressure he was unaware he had been putting on her hip. "No, not then. But I wonder what you're going to say now. If you want, you can put your hand right on my throat and squeeze the life out of me and I won't fight you."
"Why in the world would I ever want to do a thing like that?"
"Maybe when I tell you more of the truth. I have wanted to be taken by my father for as long as I can remember. It drove me nuts after I married Arnold that I hadn't done it with you and made him do it with me before we were married. We never would have been."
'So, I think I maybe agree with you."
"I hope so." She snuggled very tightly to him and he felt her warm body quiver slightly as she took a deep breath, gathering courage for the next confession. "I said we never played before I went away, Barry and me, but since I came home I have seduced him and I have taught him everything I know about intercourse and love-play and he loves it. We've been making it at least once a day and you know something?" She hurried on, feeling her father's frame begin to tremble. "I really believe that while I did it for my own good and because I was out of my tree horny for real cock, that I did a lot for his good with other girls and with the girl he finally marries.'
"Good God, Kitty!" Stew tried to sit up and the spluttering explosion of his shock at her confession just wouldn't come together in a coherent sentence. "What the hell ... whatever can ... my God!" The enormity of the situation built in the family and right under his nose and ... incredibly by his own lust, was beginning to come into focus.
"Soooo, since you haven't strangled me yet, I am going to give you the last and the very best reason for it. Maybe it's what you might call my death wish to admit to this, but I'm going to anyway. If it's my death wish instinct, I hope I die riding on the end of my father's great horribly beautiful cock, but I also have been doing it with your other son."
"With ... Dennis?" His voice was very low and very shaken.
"Yes. He has been my special project down at the hospital and it really has been legitimate. I'm studying motility in sperm cells and I had to work with a young, early adolescent male. So, when Denny started to show signs of being hot and bothered over his sister, I just. . . well, put two and two together and it made us. Sure ... I could make all the same rationalities I did for seducing Barry, but Daddy, I can't he. It wasn't for any reasons of unselfishness that I wanted any one of you ... not because I felt sorry that you and Mommy are obviously uptight at each other and I wanted to make it nicer for you . . . that was my first big excuse to me. But the truth is I just wanted your penis squirting crazy juice into my vagina. I just wanted Barry's penis squirting his into me and I wanted Denny's because it just looked like fun. So go ahead and kill me-I deserve it!"
For minutes the silence was heavy through the room as Stew absorbed the full dimensions of the actions. Then he felt her fingers squeezing fiercely into his thigh and he looked down and his cock was stiff and urgent and quivering in readiness. Every word of her confession had simply made him even wilder with want. He knew he could never, ever accuse his sons or even interfere if Kitty wanted to continue the three-way game.
"What are you going to do?" Her question was more a plea than anything he'd ever heard from his daughter.
Without a word he groped between their bodies and guided his erection to the needy crevice. The two had launched a thing between them that had all the marks of pure disaster. Stew could think of no in-family sex play that had ever ended in less than catastrophe and yet even as he thought it, he urged his cock through super-heated cunty lips and pushed forward.
"Do it, Daddy! Do it hard! Hurt me ... oh, punish me for what I've done."
Was her begging to be hurt her own guilt crying out? he wondered. He drove his brimming organ savagely through the snug sheath of her cunt and all reason left when he felt her ream back to claim more and more of his erection.
"It's good ... oh, yes ... please ... I'm ...!"
A roaring barrage of semen raced like a geyser from the man and Kitty met it with her own soaring finish. Then for a brief moment the two lay quiet and motionless.
"I love you for your honesty," he whispered, sitting up abruptly and sliding from the bed. "And now I have to get the hell away from you and think."
"Please." Her eyes were bright in the dim light of the room. "You won't go after Barry or Dennis for what I did to them?"
He shrugged helplessly. "I think maybe you've done a lot for them and maybe you should be thanked."
"I've been thanked," she murmured.