Chapter 9

"Aren't you going to open your presents?"

Mark was impatient as he sat on the. living room carpet, leaning against the chair his father was sitting in so stiffly. So far, Justin had only watched everyone else open their presents. He hardly smiled at the enthusiasm Billie and Mark had expressed when they had opened their gifts. He seemed more intent on feeding the fire with more Christmas wrappings than he was on watching his family enjoy their Christmas. He crossed his legs, pulling his brown wool robe tight across his body.

"I'm going to wait, Mark. There're some things I have to discuss with you, first."

"Oh, no, Dad," Billie moaned. "You're not going to ruin our Christmas, are you?"

"There's something more important to discuss. It needs immediate attention." The deliberate tone in his voice was a commanding one and the two children quickly sensed the tension. Sitting across from him, on the comfortable blue couch next to Billie, I myself was highly apprehensive. Although I had spent the majority of my adult years living with Justin, he was still as unpredictable as he had been the first year I had known him. Aware as to how angry he had been the night before, I could not even imagine what he was going to tell the children, or what he might do to me. I had opened my presents automatically, like a robot might, I had enthused over them, but all the time my mind had been fast-racing, trying to anticipate what Justin would do with the knowledge I had given him the night before. I was relieved that I would soon know what he planned to do.

"Your mother told me something last night that upset me a great deal," he started, pausing while he glanced first at Mark and then at Billie. "She told me you've all had sex together. That's not right."

I watched the reactions of my two children. Mark shifted uneasily on his rear, locking his arms around his knees. He was not pleased at the prospect of getting a lecture from his father on Christmas day. Billie, sitting beside me, put her hand on my robe, gripping my knee tightly, as if she was giving me support. It was appreciated. I leaned back on the couch, taking a deep breath and letting the air out slowly.

Now that he had everyone's full attention, Justin rose to the occasion, looking as if he was about to give a speech.

"It's not right for mother and daughter and son to have sex with one another. I don't blame you children, because I know your mother led you to it, but I want you to know I don't approve of any of it. I feel strongly I should turn your mother in to the authorities."

Billie moved forward on the couch, speaking in an excited tone. "She just wanted the family to be close, Father. That's why she did it."

"Billie," Justin's heavy voice held a threatening tone.

"Father, I mean that. Our family hasn't been close for as long as I can remember. That's what isn't right."

"Billie!" Justin's voice was harsh, rasping. This time, however, it did not stop my daughter. She got to her feet, shaking as the words exploded forth.

"No, Father, you listen to me, just this once. You've always been so prim and proper, always doing the right thing, haven't you? That's been your main goal in life, to do the right thing. Well, listen to me. While you've been so busy doing the 'right' thing, you haven't even paid attention to the family. I used to hate to even come home, just 'cause I couldn't stand the tension."

Billie's words brought her father to his feet. Mark tightened the tie to his bathrobe, and moved closer to the fire, watching his sister have her confrontation. Justin had become more angry with each of her words and he looked as if he wouldn't have minded at all turning her across his knees and whamming the daylights out of her.

"It's not right, Billie," he screamed, raising his fist in the air.

"So because you think it's not right. you're going to destroy the whole family, right, Dad?

Think about that a minute. I want you to know something. Don't blame Mom. We knew what we were doing. We were willing to do anything to feel close to one another, even have sex together. What's so bad about wanting to be close to one another?"

"There's a right way and a wrong way, Billie," Justin said, squaring his shoulders. "That way was wrong. The ends don't justify the means."

"Bullshit, Dad. It's the first time I ever felt that close to Mom and Mark in as long as I can remember. That's what's important to me. I don't care how it came about. And what about you, Father? You're so prim and proper you can't get close to anyone, even the whores you go to bed with!"

"Billie!" Justin exclaimed. "You're talking to your father!"

"You're right," Billie screamed. "I'm talking to a father who's so rigid he doesn't even know how to talk to his own family, a family he doesn't even care about enough to find out what's going through their minds!"

Justin looked confused and glanced at me as if I would give him support. I was both pleased and amazed at Billie's outburst, and was also surprised when Mark got to his feet and walked over to his father, speaking like a man.

"Billie's right, Dad. Most important thing is to have a family that loves one another. Don't have that, you don't have a family, just shells of human beings with no guts at all. Mom gave us the feeling for one another, and for ourselves, too. We'd like to have you as a member of the family, too, Dad."

Justin was clearly upset and shocked as he sat down heavily in the chair, looking up at his son with respect.

"But that's not right, Mark."

"That's your opinion. Father. It's not mine. I agree with Billie. What isn't right is our family. We've come together at the dinner table for years, and no one's ever leveled with one another. It's made all of us less than we could have been. Far as I'm concerned, Mom did the right thing. At least she tried."

"That's right, Dad," Billie added, walking over to her father's chair and sitting on the arm. She put her hand on his head, and kissed his forehead. "Worse things than having a family get together sexually. It's worse not to get together at all. Want to join the family?"

"I can't, Billie. It's not right. I'm going to get custody of you children and I'm going to teach you proper morals."

"Dad, come on," Mark said, putting his hands on his hips and standing in front of his father. "We don't want the family to split up. We want it to be close, like it could be."

"Yeah," Billie concurred, kicking her red robe in front of her as she returned to the couch. "Besides, you can't get custody of me! I'm over eighteen. I can choose which parent I want to be with. I'm not a little girl anymore, Dad."

"And what do you think I'm going to do when I'm eighteen, Dad? Come home to you and let you fill me with nonsense? No way. You'd never even see me."

Justin watched his son walk back over to the fireplace and rest his arm on the mantle. He was, for the first time, at a total loss for words. I Was certain he had spend much of the night planning his little speech, but he had not anticipated the strong reactions of his children. No doubt he thought he would have them cowering with his gruff voice and his right and wrong approach. No doubt he thought he could turn the children against me. He glanced at Billie, who had sat down beside me on the couch, then he looked at me.

"I'm telling all of you, what you did is not right."

The support my children had given me gave me additional strength. I felt up to confronting Justin's strong moralistic viewpoints.

"Does it really matter, Justin, whether if it's right or wrong?"

"God, Jill," Justin said rubbing his eyes with his palms. "I just can't believe you could say that. Don't you realize the children are your responsibility? Is that the way to discharge your responsibility?"

"You heard what they said, Justin."

"Yeah, and any judge in the country would put you right in prison for what you did with them."

Mark turned, again striding over to the side of his father's chair.

"Let me tell you something else, Dad. No judge in this country's going to know anything about it if you keep your mouth shut. And I'll tell you something else, too. You never were very warm to Mom, and you never had time for your children, either. All I ever heard from you was how I coulda done better than I was doing. Didn't you ever wonder why I never told you much of anything?"

I watched my husband evade his son's open glance as he clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the chair arms while he looked like he was pondering Mark's words. He stretched his long legs in front of him as he leaned back in the chair, "Have you got something to add, Billie?"

Her voice was softer, quieter when she spoke. "I agree with Mark, Dad. Maybe it's hard for you to understand, what we did. But you just don't know how horrible it is to have a family and not be able to communicate with them. Well, we've communicated. We did it by having sex. Now we feel closer. And I'm not sorry at all, for anything. The only thing I'm sorry about is that you won't join the family you fathered."

Mark joined Billie and me on the couch. "So what's it going to be, Dad? You going to make things horrible for us because you won't give up your antiquated moral code or are you going to become a part of the family?"

"I'm going to have to think this over. What do you say we have breakfast?"

"Good idea," Billie said, jumping to her feet. "Let's all help Mom fix it. Okay, Mark?"

"Fine with me," Mark said, first getting to his feet and then helping me rise from the couch. "And how about you, Dad? You going to join us?"

I followed Mark and Billie into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, helped by my children. A few minutes later, Justin entered, looking not the least bit sheepish. But he won the admiration of Billie and Mark when he started to set the breakfast table.

"Glad to have you aboard, Dad," Mark said, putting his arm around Justin's shoulders. "I think you'll find we're not half as bad as you think."

Billie planted a kiss right on his lips after throwing her arms around his neck, and pulling herself up the front of his body. "Thanks, Dad," she said simply, then slid back to the floor and took the pot of coffee into the breakfast room.

I listened to son, daughter and father talk while they sat at the breakfast room table and I fixed bacon and eggs. They were talking openly, honestly. Mark filled his father in on what had happened in the family the past months. "You see, it was like there was a wall up between all of us. We all felt uncomfortable around one another. But somehow, having sex broke down that wall, Dad. It's not that we're sex maniacs and tripping off on incest. It's just that we needed something to break down the barriers between us. Sex did."

"Sure did," Billie added. "That's why I know it wasn't a bad thing, Dad, to do that."

By the time I had the food on the table, even Justin was joining the conversation. He was no longer acting, playing the part of a father. Somehow, during the talk with his son and daughter, he had become a real father, sounding concerned and interested in what his children were expressing. I joined them, sitting in the chair opposite Justin's watching him turn his attention to Billie.

"What I don't understand, is this business I hear about your being a lesbian. What's the matter with men?"

Billie's face reddened as she looked down at her plate. Then she shrugged her shoulders.

"That's simple to explain, Dad," Mark offered. "You remember what you told her about guys? About how they're only interested in getting their rocks off? About how they can never be trusted? Dad, I hate to say this, but you led Billie right down the primrose path into homosexuality. And maybe you're the one who has to lead her back toward losing her fear of men."

Mark spoke his words clearly and with forth-rightness. He was talking to his father as if they were no longer son and father, but were equals.

"You're asking quite a bit of me, Mark," Justin said, sipping his coffee.

"Up to you, Dad. But if you don't do something about it don't blame her for paying attention to what you told her."

"Get your father some more coffee, Billie," I said, watching her immediately get to her feet and take his cup to the kitchen, returning with it a minute later. Justin thanked her, then added two heaping teaspoonfuls of sugar, which he stirred longer than usual. All of us, Billie, Mark and I, watched Justin, each of us wondering if he was, indeed, going to return to the family fold, under the stipulations we had presented to him. He looked as if he was giving strong consideration to the two courses of action open to him. With his children so strongly stating their wishes, I could imagine the conflict he was undergoing. He could give up his wife, I knew, without great difficulty. But the prospect of losing the affection of his children was weighing heavily on him. He had always taken great pride in the respect of his children had shown him, and the tack they had taken was obviously presenting him with a conflict that was being felt deep in his being. I, myself, did not know what he would decide to do, but I had my hopes.

The expression on his face was resolute when he met our stares.

"All right," he said, nodding. "I'll be the father you want me to be. But I have my own request that must be met. None of you are ever to tell anybody, at any time, what I've done with you, or to you. Secondly, I want you to realize

I'm going against everything I believe in. So I may need a little bit of help from all of you."

The grins spreading across the faces of Billie and Mark were immediate.

"Dad, that's great!" Mark exclaimed. "You're wonderful!" Billie enthused. I smiled, totally relieved. It would be all right after all. I would have my husband back and we could start a new life. The past would fall away, and with it, our resentments and bitterness would dissolve. Billie would have the experience of having sex with a man, and she could then make her decision about her sexuality with more alternatives open to her. And Mark would finally be on equal terms with his own father, able to talk to him man to man as well as son to dad.

We left the dishes on the table when we all went up to the master bedroom. Since no one knew precisely how to proceed, I was the one who gave the directives.

"Billie, you get on the bed. Your father will take care of you, first. No, don't sit down on the settee, Mark. We're all going to help."

Billie was pleased at getting the total focus of family attention, but she also had her apprehensions. Justin was equally uneasy, as he watched his daughter slide across the bedspread, and lie on her back, her hands cupping her head.

"Okay, Dad. I'm ready any time you are, I think."

Justin turned first to Mark and then to me, as if looking for support and encouragement.

"Well, sit on the bed beside your daughter, Justin," I said. "Not much you can do with her lying down and you standing by the side of the bed."

Justin sat down on the side of the bed, still looking uneasy.

"Help him out, Mark. Break the ice for him."

Mark moved over to the bed, sitting to Billie's right and began rubbing her red velvet robe across her stomach. "Unzip her gown, Dad. Make her feel good."

I watched Mark's hand push the velvet cloth between Billie's legs, gently rubbing her groin area while Justin slipped the zipper down Billie's front. Billie watched the zipper separate, lifting her shoulders when her father's hands pulled the gown toward her waist. Justin was engrossed in what he was doing. He stared at the wool pajama material covering his daughter's breasts, then started to unbutton the front as if he was seeking some forbidden treasure. He spread the material across her chest, swallowing hard when he saw her full beauties barely spreading across her chest. I knew he liked nice, young: breasts and I was certain that the sight he beheld was beginning to generate his own excitement.

"Like them, Dad?" Billie asked, sure of his response.

"They're beautiful, darling," her father answered, lightly trailing his fingers across the white skin, cupping them with his hand and studying their rosy points.

Billie spread her legs while Mark continued rubbing. She liked the feeling and was not the least bit self-conscious when her brother pulled her gown off her. He sunk his hand into her crack, and she spread her legs more. Then he slipped her pajama bottoms off her.

Justin seemed enthralled with Billie's breasts, and continued to roll the flesh in his hands, pressing his thumbs into her nipples.

"That all you're interested in, is breasts, Dad?" Billie asked. "Isn't there anything else I have that you like?"

Billie's voice contained a sensuous quality and she was not the least bit ashamed of being nude. She watched her father's eyes trail down her stomach, noticed the way he licked his lips when he saw his son's hand slipping up and down his daughter's snatch. He could see that she was damp, wet, excited and he let his robe fall from his shoulders.

"You're lovely, Billie. No man alive that wouldn't feel interested in you, that wouldn't want you."

"You're the man I want to want me, now."

Justin was getting excited. The material of his pajamas, tight across his groin, showed the stiffness that had erupted underneath the material. He unbuttoned his pajama tops, let them slide off his shoulders as he continued to watch his son generate more excitement in his daughter, by the quickening of the movements of his hand that was pressed tightly against her cunt, rocking it Mark had followed his father's lead and his own pajamas soon slipped off his shoulders, while his left hand undid the tie at his middle. The pajamas separated, showing his lush forest of dark hairs.

Seeing that made me remember, made me recall how his thickness had filled me so many times. I took off my own robe, stepping out of the material when it clustered around my feet. Justin did not even look at my nudity, so intent was he on feeling Billie's smooth, white skin. Between my legs, I felt my own aching that needed attention and I joined them on the bed. Still, Justin did not even look at me, yet I know it upset him when I bent over and took my daughter's left breast in my mouth. Mark did not want me to feel left out, and I soon felt his other hand giving my cunt pleasure similar to Billie's. Billie was running her hand through my hair, pressing me harder into her breast.

It did not surprise me when Justin slipped his pajamas off, exhibiting his hardened prick. I knew once that had happened, the ice was fully broken. He was no longer wondering if we would compare the size of his rod to Mark's larger endowment.

"Take care of your mother, Mark," Justin said, pushing his son's hand away from Billie's snatch. "I want to make sure Billie is taken care of right."

"Okay, Dad," Mark said, watching his father move between his sister's legs. I drew my head back from Billie's breast so I could watch Justin. My son's two thumbs spread my vulva and his fingers slid up the inside of my cunt lips, pressing them open wide, while my husband got to his knees in front of Billie, sucking his breath in as his hands separated the flesh protecting her sex. Billie's fingers gripped my scalp as Justin's tongue rolled over her clit.

"Oh, Father," she moaned. "Oh, that's nice."

Justin was pleased at hearing her response and he seemed to enjoy running his tongue up and down her slit, pressing it flat against her crack, forcing her lips to open wider. Billie lifted her legs into the air, rolling her groin upward, making all of her quim available to the swipes of Justin's tongue. My husband, pleased at her excitement, continued his lapping; and licking, holding her hips stationary while his fingers found his daughter's hole and he pressed into it.

"Oh, Father, that's wonderful!"

Mark had slipped his pajamas down and his large rod sprung into view. As soon as I saw it, I wanted it in me, but Justin was setting the pace for our family get-together, and Mark followed his lead, by falling on his knees to the floor and putting his tongue to my crack. I rubbed my daughter's breast and kissed her, becoming more intrigued when her tongue pressed into my mouth. I sucked it between my teeth, touching my tongue to hers in similar rhythm to the warm wetness that was slipping so nicely across my slit. From the intensity with which my daughter was pressing her tongue into my mouth, I knew she was experiencing excitement equal to mine from her father's tongue. I kept my buttocks against the bed, opening my legs for my son's slick tongue, as I rotated my waist and put my arms around my daughter. Her breasts pressed into mine as her own hands tickled my back and she clutched me to her. The warmth of her breasts rubbing against mine, penetrated me. The feel of her tongue on me, excited me. Mark's long, wonderful swipes to my cunt were a supreme enhancement. I could almost determine what her father was doing to Billy, by the way her tongue responded in my mouth. One minute she would slide her tongue across mine, and I knew her father was gliding across her slit. Soon, she was pressing the tip of her tongue against mine, and I was certain she was experiencing her father's tongue pressing into her mound, against her clit. And when she closed her lips and teeth tight across my tongue, sucking it into her mouth, I sensed that Justin was sucking on her mound with equal intensity.

And not once did my son ever let up. He was rolling his wet warmth around the edges of my mound while his fingers pressed my labia apart wide enough to make me know my clit was exposed, in all its throbbing glory. His tongue made several circular passes, each time more closely approaching the center of my excitement. His fingers probed the membranes of my crack, tickling them, rubbing them, finally finding the opening of my vagina and pressing his fingers into it.

And always, was the warmth of my daughter's mouth on mine, our tongues playing against one another's, as our breasts continued to provide one another with pleasure.

But it felt even better, when Billie drew her mouth away from mine and began to hold my breast in her hands. "Oh, Mom," she said, her face flushed. "It feels so good. It's so nice."

I watched her mouth close onto the nipple of my breast and enjoyed the wonderful sucking she gave me, tugging at the nipple with her teeth, then sliding her tongue across the tip, finally closing Tier lips onto the entire nipple and rocking her tongue against the tip. I put my left hand around her and rolled onto my back, relaxing to the sensuality that was simultaneously being given to my slit and my breast. Mark's mouth had closed entirely over the mound that was giving me so much additional pleasure, and it would not have surprised me if he tongued me right into orgasm.

Justin's long arms stretched up Billie's body. Finding her breasts, he began to roll the flesh between his fingers, thumbs on her hard nipples, rubbing them into great erection. He was moving up on the bed, rapidly kissing Billie's stomach as he made his way up.

He was breathing hard, as excited as I had ever seen him, his face covered with her juices from forehead to chin.

"Billie, baby, honey. I want to get in you. That all right, honey?"

She slowly removed her mouth from my breast, and looked at her father.

"Sure, Dad. Go ahead. But just remember, it's a first for me."

Justin's hands were shaking as he held the staff of his rod in his right hand and moved closer in between Billie's thighs. All his attention was focused right between her legs as he so delicately placed his cock tip against his daughter's crack and closed his eyes, gasping, as he slid his cock the full length of Billie's crack. My daughter was watching as intently as I as Justin pushed his rod against her hole. It did not bother me at all when my husband's smooth rod slipped into my daughter's vagina. Mark's expert mouthing made me feel no lack and I was willing that my daughter experience the penis that had plummeted me so many times to start her very existence. Watching Justin grunt and groan as he pushed it into her with gentle, deliberation jabs made me very happy. Billie was not fighting it. She was watching it slowly sink into her. She sucked in her breath as my husband's thickness spread her vagina, making it feel full.

"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, Dad. It is good, what you're doing, you're making me feel so nice by doing that. It doesn't hurt, Dad. It doesn't, at all. Mom, it feels wonderful. That all right, it feels so good to me?"

"That's fine with me darling. I want you to like it, to love it, like I did so many times."

"Billie, let me know if it gets too much for you, baby. I don't want to hurt you. Let me know and I'll stop if I'm too much for you." Justin's entire focus of attention was on Billie's face, watching her expression as he jabbed deeper into her. He pushed her further up on the bed and I could see his rod splitting her crack as he edged further up her. Billie grabbed my wrist, digging her fingernails into it as her father got deeper into her. I knew she was enjoying it, I knew she was loving it, I also knew she was the slightest bit frightened.

"That's all right, Billie," I said. "Just relax and let your dad take care of you. Let him show you how good a man can make a woman feel."

Billie rocked her groin upward, placing her feet on the side of the bed, letting her bent knees lower to touch the mattress. Mark kept his fingers driving into my vagina as he got to his feet so he, too, could watch Billie's reactions. Justin was totally intent on what he was doing. All of the eyes watching him so closely did not make him hesitate. He was going up Billie as gently as he could, pressing up her as slowly as he could. Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead, as his heavy breathing continued.

He was in her only by two inches. Each time he gained more headway, he stopped, carefully watching the expression on Billie's face, before he continued. His large, heavily-lined rod was throbbing as it slowly disappeared into Billie's depths. Billie was taking it in without a grimace and seemed to enjoy it immensely. Occasionally, she would arch, then watch her father's cock slip deeper into her. She soon realized that her own movements could facilitate his entry, and she was helping her father get deeper into her by rotating her groin slowly from left to right, arching it, and circling it. Justin kept his forward progress slow, although it was apparent he would have liked to just ram it right into her. He sensed the importance of what was occurring, fully as much as Mark and I.

Mark's larger rod was throbbing, lifting slightly into the air and lowering as if he was contracting his muscles. I am sure he would have liked it in me, but he didn't seem to want to make a move that would upset what was happening with Billie and her father. He was hardly breathing, as he squinted, watching Justin's rod go in another inch. Although Mark's finger was still in me, I was not upset that he was not making any movements. I, too, knew the importance of father and daughter's intercourse, and the intense focus of my attention on them, made it unnecessary for me to have the same pleasure at that time.

It seemed like years before Justin slid his rod all the way into Billie. All of us relaxed, expelling our breaths finally. Justin's progress had been hard. It had been difficult for him to utilize such masterful control. Once he was all the way in, he waited, taking many deep breaths, resting his weight on hands placed to either side of Billie's waist, and watching the way he had spread his daughter so wide.

"That doesn't hurt, Billie?"

"No, Dad," Billie sighed. "No, it doesn't. It feels good, though."

"To me, too."

Mark eased down on the side of the bed, next to me and we kept watching as Justin pulled his rod slightly out of Billie, hardly an inch, and then slowly eased it back into her. He pressed his abdomen hard against her groin, rocking her upward before he relaxed and moved back. The base of his cock appeared again before he gently rocked it back into her. Once certain, he was pleasing her, he withdrew it an additional inch. Her juices made its base glisten as two inches of it left her body. Justin waited before he eased it back into her, then withdrew it to the same length, waited a moment, then rocked it back into her.

Billie was finally relaxing. No longer were the muscles of her thigh rigid. She spread lazily and the sensuous smile she exhibited was full evidence that she was enjoying it far more than I thought she would; watching her father's rod leave her body and listening to the squishing sound as he drove it back into her. We were all listening. It was like music to my ears. My own husband was giving my own daughter pleasure. He was taking care of the paranoia he had tapped in his daughter's mind. He was making her realize how fine sex could be with a man.

I had never seen Justin be so gentle, not during sex. He continued his slow, deliberate movements, letting his rod slide out from her vagina, waiting, before he made his plunge, always checking Billie for her reactions. Only when he knew it would be all right, did he become more energetic Only when Billie started arching her cunt up into the air, indicating she was ready, did Justin slam back in. unafraid that he would hurt her, knowing full well that she was launched into heterosexual enjoyment, he sensed it was no longer necessary to be so careful. He pulled his rod out of her totally, let the tip of it slide across her snatch, drinking its juices before he pressed it hard against her and slipped again into her vaginal opening. Then he rammed it, striking hard against her spread pussy, grinding the base of his rod against her clit. His thumb took over the task of providing her clitoris with pleasure, lightly rubbing it as he pulled his rod out several inches and with the full weight of his body behind him, jammed it into her again, his groin forcing his thumb to press hard against her clit.

I did not want to say a thing, nor, apparently, did Mark. I was afraid the slightest word would upset the sexual rhythm between my daughter and her father. I did not want to slant her attention elsewhere.

I merely watched and enjoyed. liked seeing my husband's slickened gourd pull back several inches and slam back in, rocking my daughter's body upward on the bed. Justin was performing better than even I thought he could, timing his withdrawals and thrusts perfectly, not once breaking his rhythm, not once causing Billie to tense. My daughter was so relaxed, her excitement could reach its fullest intensity. The next time Justin's rod ground against her groin, she clasped her legs around his rear. Now when Justin tried to pull back, he pulled his daughter back with him. He fell across her body, ramming heavily into her, forcing her to thrash her head from one side of the bed to the other. The way she arched up against his prick, still clutching at his rear with her ankle-locked legs, she did not look like it was her first time. The way she gritted her teeth, the look on her face, the writhing of her body indicated she was feeling passion envelop her to the prime degree.

Justin was no longer controlling his thrusts, nor was it necessary. The way Billie locked onto his mouth when Justin lay full across her, their lips meeting and meshing, the way Billie threw her arms around her father clutching him against her breasts, was full indication care was no longer necessary. The mattress underneath me rocked with the grinding of their bodies, with the emphatic rams Justin was giving our daughter.

They were both very close to exploding with full enjoyment. Justin put his cheek to Billie's and the gasps escaping through his open mouth as he humped his daughter with incredible fast jabs and slams indicated it would not be much longer. Underneath him, Billie ground her body, gripping her heels into his buttocks, as if she wanted him deeper into her, even more than he was going.

"Father" Billie shouted. "Father, oh, God, Dad." Her voice broke into a whimper as her orgasm began, as her tiny body lifted Justin's larger bulk right into the air. She held him there for a minute, then fell back to the mattress.

Justin's eyes bulged as his jabbing stopped and I knew the feeling of his semen exploding from his body in large, steady spurts was making it impossible for him to make any additional assertive moves, that feelings greater than his conscious mind had taken over. The muscles of his rump contracted with each additional spurt, then they relaxed, as he continued to lay across Billie, his face showing not an ounce of tension.

"You did it, Dad. You made Billie come!" Mark was pleased. So was I.

"Did you like that, Billie?" I asked, gently stroking the short hairs on my husband's head.

"I see why you wanted me to feel that," she answered. "It was something I'll never forget."

She kissed her father an additional time before he rolled off her, looking at the ceiling, touching his now flaccid rod. He cleared his head and sat up, his thigh resting on his ankle.

"That was really something," he said. "Billie, you're so fine to be in."

"Better than your wife?" I asked.

"You're good, too, honey. But it looks like you didn't get taken care of. What's with you, Mark?"

"Billie was more important, this time, Dad. Next time, we'll all enjoy it."

Justin got to his feet, stretching his arms above his head, before he bent over to pick up his robe, and put it on.

"Now that I'm a member of the family, what do you say, we all go downstairs so I can open my presents?" His grin was wide and I even detected a slight twinkle in his eyes. Santa had been good to us this Christmas.