Chapter 11
Twilight had settled over the town as Robin reached the southern outskirts. A mile or so ahead was a neon sign: BAR-RESTAURANT. She slowed as she drew nearer. There were about ten cars parked outside the small rustic building. Robin turned in, parked the car, took the reels of film from the seat beside her, and locked them in the trunk. Inside, there was a bar on one side, and a dining room with leather booths along the wall. She went into the dining room. A waitress showed her to one of the booths.
"Where's the washroom?"
"Straight back, Miss."
"Would you bring me a martini, please? I'll be back shortly."
Robin went to the washroom, soaped her hands well, and washed her face. She gargled several times, but the water would not cut the nasty taste in her mouth. The martini would take care of that, she decided. She combed her hair and returned to her booth. Her drink was already on the table. The waitress returned with a menu.
"Our steaks are really very good, Miss."
"Good! I'm hungry." Robin glanced at the menu. "I'll have a filet, rare, no potato, a tossed salad with vinegar and oil dressing, and some toast."
A smile crossed the rosy, freshly-scrubbed face of the blonde waitress.
"You're one woman who knows what she wants."
Robin nodded and returned her smile. The girl withdrew, her long, shapely legs moving gracefully.
Robin sipped her drink, and stared out the window through the subdued red and blue light of the neon beer sign into the deepening darkness.
"A woman who knows what she wants," she repeated gloomily.
She sipped her drink as she meditated over the trip today. There was a sickness in her, a deep-down, inborn evil the source of which she could not identify. Certainly, she could not have inherited it from her normal, loving parents. If she had had any doubts after visiting the decayed home of her childhood, and the clearing in the woods strewn with human filth and litter, they had all been dispelled by the sick session with the aging, disgusting Goggins. She had expected to get away from him in less than twenty minutes, but after sucking him off, she had gone to the toilet out of urgent need. On her return to his study she discovered he had hidden her clothes in some remote closet of the house. She shuddered in revulsion as she recalled his fetid breath in her nostrils as he tried to kiss her lips... his hands like crustacean claws crawling over her breasts and belly... and his toothless gums biting her nipples. Yet, she had yielded up her orgasmic juices to his intensive sucking of her tissues - and had enjoyed it! And worse, she had gone down on him the second time, mouthing and loving his sour, unwashed genitals, flabby as old burlap, until she had drawn from him another thimbleful of semen.
The waitress brought her food.
"Let me know, Miss, if everything is all right."
The food was good. Robin ate every bit of her steak, and salad, and soaked up the juices with pieces of toast.
Forty-five minutes later, Robin pulled up in her driveway beside her father's car. The house was dark. Robin switched off her lights, opened the car door quietly, stepped out, and closed it carefully.
"They're probably asleep," she muttered, "or else... " She unlocked the front door, and called softly, "Mom! Dad!"
"Shhh! Robin, be quiet!" her father called from the dining room.
Kicking off her sandals, she walked out to the dining room. Her father stood at the window, staring into the darkness.
"What's going on?" Robin asked.
"I guess it's time you know!"
Robin put her nose to the window. In the blackness of night she could see a couple, naked, engaged in coitus.
"Who is it, Dad?" she asked, the words sticking in her throat like sharp fishbones.
"Your little brother!"
Robin's heart pounded. She clenched her fists, bit her lip, but she had to know.
"Who's the girl?"
Her father put an arm about her waist to steady her, then said softly, "The girl is... your mother, Robin!"
Her heart thudded to a stop, then broke into a quick, pounding beat. She stood in shocked silence, watching the entwined bodies move in a slow, steady, undulating rhythm. Her father's hand drew her tightly to him, moving up to cup her breast.
"I hate her!" she said. "I hate him!"
She turned into her father's arms, lifting her face to him. His lips were warm and wet, his tongue tip stiff in her mouth.
"I love you, my darling!" he whispered. His hand slid down to clutch her buttocks, while his cock hardened against her thigh.
Robin broke free of him, took his hand, and said, "Come to bed. Love me!" In the bedroom, her father embraced Robin passionately, his lips nibbling at her ears, his tongue darting in and out, while he clutched her ass to force her pubes against his throbbing cock.
"My darling!" he whispered, "if you only knew how much I've wanted you!"
Robin clung to him, trembling, her body warm and aching for this forbidden love. She could find no words, only hoarse moans, to express her passionate wanting. Tense and rigid, she caressed his head and cheeks while he leaned over to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. The last one freed at last, he pressed his face into her cleft, kissed and tongued each nipple, engorged first the flesh of one breast, then the other. Robin shrugged her blouse from her shoulders, and cupped both breasts up to his warm sucking mouth. While he sucked one breast, then the other, his hands worked at the catch of her slacks, loosened her zipper, and tugged them over her hips. As they fell to the floor, Robin reached down to rid herself of the thin barrier of panties, to bare her quivering pussy. He fell to his knees, mouthing her navel and belly flesh down to her hairy mound. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as his lips kissed her mons tenderly.
"I haven't seen this in years," he whispered, interspersing kisses with his words. "I bathed you often, darling, when you were a tiny little thing, and every chance I got, I loved and tongued your little treasure."
"Why have you waited so long?" Robin asked. "You know I've always loved you, Daddy."
"I tried," he said, his tongue moving in the hairy folds of her clitoral hood, "God knows I tried to control myself... " He stood up, embraced her again, then lifted her and laid her down on the unmade bed. In the dark, Robin could dimly see his hairy chest as he cast his shirt aside. She rubbed her breasts with one hand and fingered her twitching miniprick as she waited breathlessly to see his genitalia so carefully hidden from her all these years. On the sheet, the patches of her dried juices from last night's illicit Lesbian loving felt stiff to the tender skin of her ass. Tonight she would know the thrill of the unholiest love of all - intercourse with her father! A shudder of delight shook her as her father stripped off his shorts, exposing his thick, hard cock.
"Darling!" he said, lying down beside her.
His hard prick jabbed at her hip as he kissed and tongued her eyes and ears and cheeks and lips. Robin reached down to grasp his warm hard shaft and finger it lovingly. His mouth was at her breasts and nipples, chewing, biting, sucking, moving down over her midriff, setting off spasms of intense pleasure that swirled through her breasts and belly and into her loins. His tongue was circling her navel, dipping into it, sending jolts of delight directly down into the depths of her vagina. Robin arched her back to raise her pubes up as his mouth sucked the lower flesh of her belly. He kissed and tongued the top of her slit as Robin spread her legs.
"Lovely! Sweet! Delicious!" he moaned.
He swung his torso around to lie between her legs, raising her knees, forcing them back to open her cuntal slit to his laving tongue. Robin groaned as his tongue tip circled the base of her clitoris, pounding now, furiously. Every nerve in her body was alive with currents of delight rushing down into her loins. Her ass bucked her pussy up to his mouth as the first jolt of orgasmic rapture exploded within her. Joyous cries burst from her lips with each succeeding blast of orgasm until, at last, her buttocks sank to rest on the bed. His face was still buried in her cunt, his tongue lapping the dregs of her juices.
"Turn around, Daddy! Let me see him."
Rolling on her side, Robin lifted her leg to make room for his face between her thighs. He swung his torso around to lie facing her while he continued to suck her oozing tissues. Robin stared in fascination at his hard cock a few inches from her face. This is where it all began! Almost twenty years ago! An infinitesimal seed - one-half of what she now was - had issued from this sturdy muscle of her father's flesh to fertilize an egg in her mother's womb. Somehow, the "potential penis" contained in her father's seed had failed to mature. She now had a desperate need for this penis inside her. She had to have it! She kissed the soft skin of its tender crown, then rolled over on her back.
"Put it in, Daddy! I want it in me!"
'I'm sorry, baby, but I don't have any condoms," he replied, sitting up.
"I started taking the pill two weeks a go. I didn't know if you'd ever... " He lay down on her, his chest mashing her small breasts.
"Darling!"
He got to his knees to straddle her, and took hold of his cock to swipe it in her cuntal slit.
"Let me put him in," Robin whispered. She raised her knees, clutched his penis and guided its crown to her vaginal mouth. As the crown entered her, she cried, "Wait!"
Looking down between their bellies, she saw his thick shaft rising above the hair of her pubic mound, giving the illusion of a penis of her own. Robin knew she had found the answer she had sought to the problem that had vexed her for the past fourteen years.
"It feels so... wonderful, Daddy!" she whispered. "Fuck your little girl!"