I fucked my daughter. It was an accident, a quick coupling of two totally drunk people who had no idea who they were fucking. How did it happen, we aren’t sure, but I need to tell you what transpired after that night?
It was the night of her 23rd birthday, she had gotten completely hammered on an assortment of tequila, vodka, and rum shots, I was keeping pace with her. Before the party broke up, she passed out on my sofa, her husband couldn’t wake her up. Since they had a dog locked up in their house, he couldn’t stay so carried his unconscious wife to her childhood bedroom, he would come back for her in the morning. After she was in bed, Matt left to care for the poor pup and I stumbled to my own room.
Some hours later I was shaken awake by Daphne, my daughter, “Dad, wake up! Dad, what the hell happened!?” She pushed me hard enough that I flopped to my side, out of the bed, crashing to the floor. “Dad! Goddamnit Dad, wake up!” I opened my eyes, she was standing beside the bed, in my blurry vision it looked like she was naked. “DAD!” The final screech forced me wide awake, I was on the floor looking at my daughter’s bare legs, my eyes moved up the legs to take in the rest of the view. Daphne was nude. Nude and standing with her legs as wide as her eyes. Shock, fear and puzzlement all formed the shape of her face, the look in her eyes. “What the hell happened last night; how come we are in bed together with no clothes on!?” She glanced at the bed then back down on me, I was beginning to stir, her voice modulated lower, “Did we have sex dad?” It was then I realized I was dressed in exactly the same fashion as she; which is to say, I was naked too.
Daphne couldn’t hold on to her sanity while staring down on me so she fled to the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door shut. I pushed up to sit on my ass and looked at the bed, there was a large cum blot right in the middle of my otherwise clean sheet. I looked around and saw a litter of women’s clothing on the floor, I was a widower so I knew damn well the clothes weren’t my wife’s, the stuff was what Daphne was wearing when Matt carried her to her room. I picked up the D cupped bra, studied it for a few moments, tossed it to the bed then struggled off my ass and put on my morning robe. All the clues pointed to me and Daphne having sex; did I really screw my daughter?
I needed coffee. I hurried from the scene of the crime to make coffee, wondering what the hell happened after we had gone to bed. I remembered the party, I remembered getting smashed with Daphne, laughing, playing, enjoying her birthday with her friends and family. I remembered her husband carrying her to her room, I remembered going to my own room. I didn’t remember a fucking thing after that. Fifteen minutes later Daphne came into the kitchen, fully dressed, fully terrified. “Daddy, I don’t remember anything, I don’t know how I got into your bed; did you do that, did you take me to bed and have sex with me?”
I handed her a cup of hot coffee, black, “Fucking Christ girl, I don’t have a clue what happened. The last time I saw you was when Matt carried you to your own bedroom. You passed out on the sofa, he had to go home to the dog so he put you to bed and said he would be back this morning. After that I picked up some of the party mess then went to bed myself, I was damn near as drunk as you and fell asleep as soon as I laid down. The next thing I know is you threw me out of bed.”
My daughter looked at me, “I woke up and was totally confused because I didn’t recognize the room, I turned to look and thought I would see Matt but saw you. I was in total shock, then saw the mess on the sheet and felt myself, I was still wet; that’s when it hit me, we had sex. Daddy, it scared the crap out of me, that’s when I woke you up.” Daphne stared at me long enough to make me uncomfortable then said with less stress, “What the hell happened, what did we do?”
I couldn’t answer her, I sure as hell didn’t remember her being in my bed, I wouldn’t have believed we had sex, but her standing over me naked and the mess on my sheets told us otherwise. “I don’t know sweetheart, but if you dare, let’s look at my security system video, maybe that will help.”
Daphne looked at me uneasily, “You have cameras in the bedrooms?”
“No, not the bedroom, but the hallways and main rooms. Maybe one or both of us was wandering around after the lights were out.”
Daphne sat beside me at the kitchen table while I brought up the security system video on my tablet, “How does it work?” she asked.
I split the screen to four views, the front room, the hall, the outside entrance and the kitchen. “I can start the videos from any time for the last two weeks, we’ll start about midnight.” Daphne and I sat and watched the party breaking up in the front room. We saw Daphne taking shots with her friends, her brother Urban, and her younger sister. After each of them had a last shot of booze they hugged her goodbye and left. I ran the video at high speed until she and Matt were the only two left in the room. Daphne had passed out on the sofa, Matt talked to me for a few minutes then carried his wife to her childhood bedroom. The view switched to the hall where we saw him bump her head on the door jamb before getting her limp body into the room. When Daphne saw her head hit the door, she raised a hand to her head and felt for a lump, “Damn, I thought my head hurt from the drinks.”
I chuckled at the first words she had said that morning without anxiety, “He didn’t look to steady, it’s a wonder he could lift you at all.” Maybe 30 seconds after depositing my daughter in the room we watched her husband leave the bedroom then go back to the front room; he spoke to me briefly then left. The time hack showed 1:03 am. Daphne was in bed; I was in the main room.
If it wasn’t such a serious situation it might have been funny watching me stumbling around at high speed picking up the mess, putting stuff away. It took me another 21 minutes before I was done then I left the range of the front room camera and the hall camera picked me up. The camera is at the opposite end of the hall from the bathroom so it captured me taking a leak. I don’t remember peeing in the main bathroom, I couldn’t think of why I would because I have one adjoining my bedroom. But I did, and I didn’t close the door so my daughter and I watched my back as I drained my bladder. I heard a slight amused snuffle and she poked me on the shoulder when we saw me turn around and go my room with my dick hanging from my open zipper. Man, I was really drunk. Once I was out of sight the video blanked. Daphne looked at me, “Is that it?”
“No, the system is motion activated, it won’t record anything until it senses movement. I need to check for more video.” I moved the cursor across the bottom of the screen until another picture came up. At 3:47 Daphne tripped into the hall then went to the bathroom, she shut the door. About a minute later she came back, went down the hall to the front room, grabbed a half-filled bottle of water and chugged it empty. She stood in the darkened room, not moving for a few seconds then turned and went back to her room. Again, the screen blanked. Just as she started to say something to me, the monitor lit up again, it was her, leaving her room, she tottered to my bedroom door and tapped lightly. We couldn’t hear if I answered the knock but my daughter opened the door and stepped through. At 3:51 in the morning my daughter went into my bedroom, fully dressed. There was no more to watch.
Daphne had been looking over my shoulder, she moved away and sat at the table, “I went to you, I don’t remember any of that dad, what the hell was I doing? Why would I do that?”
I felt a massive wave of relief wash through me, my thoughts settled down; she came to me, I didn’t lure her to my room, and the evidence of her clothing, scattered, but not torn, was an indication she undressed herself, so I was pretty sure I didn’t rape her either. I looked at Daphne, “I don’t know what happened girl, but we better not mention this to anybody. I’m going to delete these videos; you are going to clean up and wait for Matt to pick you up.”
She looked at me, a little less tense herself, “Yeah, you’re right, this never happened, it’s just a bad dream.” For the next two hours we were cautious around each other, slightly embarrassed to interact, but by the time my son-in-law picked her up, we were almost back to a routine daddy/daughter relationship.
I saw my daughter five more times in the next few weeks, we had gotten over the trauma of that morning and resumed our normal lives. Until she called me. Her voice was quaking, “Dad, we have to talk, I need to come over.” An hour later Daphne was standing in my front room, her eyes were wide with angst as she blurted, “I’m pregnant.”
I stepped to her and pulled her into a hug, “That’s great! What did Matt say, have you told Kendall yet?” Kendall is her sister.
Daphne pushed me away, she looked on the edge of tears, stress changed her voice to a hoarse whisper, “Not great dad, I haven’t said anything to anybody yet. Daddy, I haven’t been on birth control since we got married but he hasn’t connected. For two years we’ve been fucking our asses off unprotected and produced nothing but a lot of good sex.” She paused, took a deep breath, “I spent one night in your bed and now I’m going to have a baby. Daddy, what if Matt didn’t do this?”
My heart jolted, my knees went weak and I staggered back to sit on the sofa. I stared at my daughter, “I knocked you up?”
“I don’t know, I can’t say, but the timing was about right and it only takes once, a man doesn’t have to load a woman up a dozen times before she gets pregnant.” Daphne plopped to the sofa next to me, took my hands in hers, “What should I do, what will happen if you fucked me too well that night?”
I couldn’t answer her. I sat lost in a bewildering fog of thoughts. What the hell had we done? Did I impregnate her? Did I sire my own grandchild? “Are you sure Daphne, maybe this is just a scary fucking coincidence.”
“No, I’m not sure, I just know the circumstances are way too coincidental, we had sex, I’m pregnant. I fucked Matt that day too, so it could be him, or it could be you.”
“You screwed Matt?”
“Yeah, I felt really weird after I left here so when we got home, I propositioned Matt, he screwed me on the floor in front of the fireplace.” She paused, “When we were doing it, I tried to remember you and me having sex and I think that made me a little hotter, I had a real strong climax.” She was red in the face as she admitted what she did.
“You got hot thinking about sex with me?”
“Not that; I got hot trying to remember sex with you.”
It was a startling statement, but not one that I needed to dwell on, not just then, “What are you going to do, end this or carry it, hoping it’s Matt’s?”
Daphne looked at me for several long moments, hurt shaded her eyes, “You think I should terminate this? You would really stand by while I have an abortion? I can’t do that, I won’t do that, it doesn’t matter to me who did this, I’m gonna have this baby!” She got up and fled the room.
I sat, ashamed that I had hinted she had an alternative to pregnancy. I followed her to the kitchen, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you are pro-life.”
“I’m not pro-life. I’m very much pro-choice; and this is my choice. I’ll carry this kid; I’ll give birth to it no matter who fathered it. If I have an incest baby, so what, it’s still my baby.” Daphne stayed with me for another hour, talking about her situation, wondering out loud if she should tell Matt the truth, something I strongly cautioned her against. He wouldn’t have any reason to doubt he knocked up his wife, no need to burden him with the actuality of maybe he didn’t. When my daughter got up to leave, she put her arms around me, her head rested on my shoulder for a quiet moment then she looked up, into my eyes, “Dad, try as I might, I don’t remember having sex with you.” She paused long enough to give her next words impact, “I kind of wish I did.” She dropped her arms then left the house.
Four days later Matt called me; I was invited to dinner at their house. When I arrived, I found not only was I invited, but my son Urban, younger daughter Kendall, her boyfriend, Matt’s parents, sister and several family friends. They were throwing a party. It became apparent it was not just a party, it became a celebration when Matt stood before the gathering and announced Daphne was pregnant. The house exploded with cries of joy, back slapping and congratulations around. I got my share of blessings for being promoted to granddad. I tried to catch Daphne alone but she was engulfed all evening by happy well-wishers.
I called her to lunch two days later. She came to my work and we sat at some picknick tables behind the building, “Is you secret still a secret?”
“I didn’t tell Matt if that’s what you’re asking, you’re right, he doesn’t need to know. He’s so happy, I’ll never be able to say anything. It would devastate him and probably kill my marriage.”
“I’m glad, and I have to say, I’m beginning to think I didn’t do this to you, I mean it was only once so the likelihood is slim at best. In my mind, you don’t have anything to worry about, the baby is you and Matt.”
“Thanks dad, but I need to know for sure. I’m going to have a DNA test done on the baby. I need to know no matter what, who fathered this baby.”
My heart started thudding, “What? What the hell? What if the test shows me to be the bastard, what kind of fucking relationship would we have if we know I’m the father, not the grandfather? If nothing else Daphne, think of this, we could end up in a lot of trouble if this ever got out.”
Daphne smiled, “Don’t worry about that, I’m going to give them a DNA sample from Matt, not you, if the kid doesn’t carry any of Matt’s genes that will only show he is not the father. There won’t be any way to compare you to the baby and I won’t tell. The doctor will know I screwed around, but not who with. Since doctors are sworn to secrecy just like lawyers or journalists, he won’t say anything to Matt. I have to do this; I need to know.”
“You going to tell me?”
She gave me a small enigmatic grin, “Maybe.” She left me sitting with a half-eaten egg salad sandwich and a head full of worry.
From that moment on my life was like a poorly directed movie, it passed in fits and starts, there were moments when I don’t remember doing anything, at other times everything crowded into my thoughts and actions all at once. I would be doing something completely unrelated when suddenly the image of my daughter, swollen by my discharge would slam into my head, it was all so fucking surreal. I wanted to know, I needed to know if I knocked her up; but I didn’t want to know. Daphne hadn’t seen me or called me for almost four weeks, was she avoiding me? I was a fucking mental wreck.
She came into the house about 9 Saturday morning, I’d just run six miles on my treadmill and was covered in sweat and panting like dog in a park full of squirrels. She surprised me by stepping in, holding a cup of Starbucks of coffee, “Morning daddy, just like you like it; strong, hot and black.”
I retorted with my usual coffee quip, “Just like my women.”
Daphne smiled lightly and handed me the cup as she reminded me with a smirk, “I’m not black.”
“You’re not my woman.”
Her eyes grew serious, “I was once,” then she changed the subject quickly, “Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been avoiding you.”
“I figure you’re still a little jumpy about being pregnant.”
“Not jumpy about being pregnant, but from not knowing who.”
Daphne followed me to my bedroom, I was headed for the shower but she didn’t let me out of sight while she talked, “I know now, I did the test and I know who fathered my baby.”
I spun to face her, my nerves stretched damn near to breaking, my voice pitched an octave higher, “Me? Not me? Tell me it is Matt’s.”
“Go take your shower, we can talk later.”
Daphne sat on the end of my bed and scanned my bare chest with her eyes, I asked her, “Are you going to leave?”
Her eyes drifted up to mine, they were sharp and clear, “Take them off dad, I have to see you, I need to know what I had that night. Don’t be shy.”
I hesitated, thinking I should go into the bathroom to shed my exercise pants but her pose, the aura around her affected me in a way I’d never felt before. I stood tall in front of my daughter, hooked my thumbs in the band of the pants and pushed them to the floor. I exercise regularly, I try to stay healthy; I don’t have to suck my gut in to see my prick when I piss, so at 47 years old I have to say I’m not ashamed of my middle-aged body. My briefs went down at the same time so in seconds I stood fully nude in front of my daughter and she was eyeballing me from feet to face, Her gaze went to the cause of her existence then Daphne raised her eyes from my genitals to my face, took a sip of coffee then said, “You can shower now.”
The water was warm, relaxing and flowing strongly when I saw through the glass door Daphne come into the bathroom. At first, I thought the water spots on the door were blurring my vision but when she slid the door open, I knew for sure she was nude. My daughter stepped into the shower with me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me tight. We were bonded from thighs to cheeks, her chest was heaving with quick breaths, her body shaking. I was beyond surprised; I was shocked, stunned, alarmed, astonished and embarrassed to have my daughter clinging to me in the shower like she was my bride. She lifted her head to look into my eyes, “I have to do this” then put her lips on mine. It wasn’t a tentative, experimental kiss, she kissed me with passion, the passion of a woman readying to fuck. Daphne stepped her legs apart, capturing my left thigh between hers then began rocking her hips, caressing my leg with her pussy. My initial shock and reluctance burned off in a flash fire of lust and my prick began the transformation to erect. My balls didn’t hesitate to pour a gallon of hormones into my blood, I had a woman offering herself to me and they were accepting the offer without guilt or pause.
I pushed my daughter from me to look at her. I’d only seen her nude briefly that once so I moved back and looked her up and down. She smiled intimately as I scanned her body then let me pull her close again. I can’t say I seduced her; I didn’t need to. She stepped her legs wide; I bent my knees then flexed my back, putting my erection between her legs, against the lips of her cunt. Daphne sipped a breath, put her arms around my neck then lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. 30 seconds after stepping into the shower with me, I pushed my cock into my older daughter. She settled down on my nuts then began or roll her back, fucking me as she clung to me.
Daphne and I coupled, standing in the flowing water for a minute or two then I set her down, she slid open the door, grabbed my hand and towed me from the bathroom to the bed. She bounced on the bed, rolled to her back and held her arms up. I was on her in a second, I slammed my rock-solid cock back into her then she and I embarked on a new and exciting sexual journey. I’d known her for over 23 years but what we were doing was far beyond our normal parent-child relationship; the heat of our lust for each other was forging a new bond, a bond of intimacy that neither of us had before experienced. She began to chirp, soft cries of passion each time my groin slapped hers. My balls were bouncing on her butt cheeks, I could feel the depth of her body as I slid in and out; she gripped my shoulders, her fingers dented my skin. She was already pregnant so I didn’t have to wonder, I didn’t hesitate. When my body signaled the end was near, I moaned into Daphne’s ear, “I’m cumming girl.”
She pushed me up to look at me, “Oh god dad, I am so ready for this, finish hard, finish deep.” Her eyes slid from my face to watch my erection as it plunged and pulled then she gasped, “Now! In me! Now dad!” she began to vibrate from legs to tits. My daughter and I hit the peak of our orgasms together, she ripped a trench in my back with two nails as she growled passion. Her quivering body sucked the semen from my cock.
We lie spent, on our backs, staring at the fan over the bed, I could hear the shower water still running. I turned my head to Daphne, “What the hell was that about?”
She rolled to her side, slid her leg over mine, her head rested on my shoulder, she began to caress my chest with fingertips, “I needed to do this. I don’t remember what we did before and that bothered me more than I could ever imagine.” She lifted her eyes to mine, “I never got fucked that I don’t remember, it was the weirdest feeling that I don’t remember screwing you.”
“So, this is exploratory, a mission to know?”
Daphne smiled with satisfaction, “Maybe, maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was just pure lust and desire, but this time won’t be a blank.” She sat up on the bed then put a hand between her legs and wiped a large smear of semen from her pussy. She looked at the mess on her hand then said candidly, “You cum a lot, it’s a wonder I’m not triplets or something.” She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom, just before she went in, my daughter turned to me and said with a grin, “You can get dressed now dad, you’re of no use to me anymore.”
We were dressed and in the kitchen, resuming a normal family morning. The coffee was cold so we put them in the microwave for a few seconds. With rewarmed cups we sat at the breakfast table, “Who’s baby is it?”
Daphne sipped her coffee then lifted her eyes to mine, “Not yours.”
A flood of relief washed through me, my heart thudded with joy, I hadn’t knocked up my daughter! I sat staring at the young woman for a few moments then managed to find my voice, “Matt will be raising his own child, that must be a big load off your mind.”
I will remember her next words for the rest of my life, “It isn’t Matt’s.”
Once again, my daughter stunned me, she wasn’t pregnant by me or Matt!? What the fuck? I put my cup down to keep from dropping it, “You had an affair, someone else made you pregnant?”
She nodded slightly her hair barely moving, “Yeah, I’ve been screwing around a little bit and it was him.”
“And you know this for sure.”
Daphne sipped her coffee, nodded and informed me, “I took DNA samples of Matt and the other guy to the clinic then they compared DNA with the baby. They got a match, but not with Matt. If there hadn’t been a match for one of them, I would have known you did it. I know who fathered this kid.”
I needed to know, “Who, do I know him, how long have you been stepping out? Girl, what the fuck is going on with you? Are you not going to stay with Matt?”
She searched my eyes for acceptance, “Daddy, if I tell you who did this, you have to say you won’t get mad, upset, or beat either of us.”
What the hell kind of plea was that, “Why would you think I could do that, who is the other half of ‘us’?”
She took a deep breath, let it out slowly then admitted, “I got pregnant by Urban.”
It didn’t register, “Urban, Urban who?”
Daphne’s eyes bored into mine, she said bleakly, “The only fucking Urban you know.”
I jumped from the table so quickly I swept the coffee from the table to the floor, I stepped back into the brown puddle as I stared at my daughter, “You fucked your brother? Urban, my son, made you pregnant?”
She looked up at me, worry and fear radiated from her eyes, “Yes. Urban, my brother.”
In my entire life had I never received such a shock to my system. I was damn near hyperventilating as I watched her face bloom red, her chin dropped to her chest. “You and Urban, you two have been screwing? Jesus Daphne, what the fuck is going on?”
My daughter looked up at me again, “We’ve been having sex for a long time now, it started in high school.”
“What?” I squeaked, “While you lived here, before you graduated, before you got married?” I stared at her as she squirmed on the chair, she looked like she needed to think so I went to pour a cup of real, homemade coffee. I offered her a cup, she nodded. Cups in hand I sat back down, a little calmer, “You have to tell me girl, I need to hear the story.” I pushed the coffee to her.
Daphne sat silent for a few moments, then took a sip from her cup. She jostled on the chair, put her elbows on the table then without looking at me, began, “I came home early from school one day; this was before mom died and she was working. I didn’t know Urban had skipped school too, so he was in his room with Sheila Combs, remember her? I heard them when I went past his bedroom door, they were screwing and she was really loud, I could tell she was having a good time. I stopped to listen and while I was standing there, I got super horny. The more Sheila yelped and yowled, the more I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I had a boyfriend but he never made me sound like that. Not only did I get horny, I got curious. Could Urban make me feel that way? I went to my room and maybe an hour later Sheila went home but Urban was still there. I couldn’t help it dad, my body disconnected from my head and went into automatic mode. I went to his room, he was sitting at his game box in his underwear, I pulled my panties from under my skirt then moved in front of him and straddled his legs. He looked up at me and I said ‘let’s fuck’. He didn’t even blink in surprise, he fished his prick out of his shorts and in seconds was hard, then I sat on him.”
“You took it to him? How old were you?”
“Yeah, I wanted him to fuck me, I was 16 and a half.”
My initial shock was fading, being replaced by an unfamiliar but intriguing feeling. I was starting to feel lust again, lust for my daughter, lust caused by what I was hearing. I wanted to hear more, “You’ve been screwing your brother for six years?”
Daphne nodded, a meager grin curved her lips, “Yes.” Her lips curved up more, “He and me even screwed the night I got back from my honeymoon trip. Matt was great for that week but for some reason I got hard up for Urban. We went to Swift River and messed around in the back seat of his truck.” She smiled with the memory, “Twice.” I told Matt I was going to see Kendall but I took off with Urban. When I got back, I screwed Matt two more times, god what a fun night that was.”
I was staggered by the stunning confessions of my daughter, “I never knew, I never suspected, did your mother?”
“No, mom never knew, and when she died me and Urban spent almost two weeks fucking our asses off, we would start crying for mom then try to comfort each other and ended up in bed every day.”
“What about Kendall, how did you keep this from her?” Daphne looked at me for a long time, silent, I could hear the answer in her silence, Kendall knew; “She knew, didn’t she?”
Daphne stood away from the table and went to look out the window to the back yard, she stood quiet for a minute then turned back to me, “Not only did Kendall know, she got involved too; with me and Urban.”
I was wrong earlier, I didn’t think my daughter could shock me harder than the admission she was fucking her brother, but she did. I sat mute, staring at her, not knowing what to say. My two daughters were screwing their brother since high school? In my house, under my care? How in hell had I missed that? “She was fucking Urban too?”
My older daughter, my second born child, took a deep breath and tazered me one final time, “Not just Urban.”
She came back to the table, took a drink from her cup and started again, “Kendall and I were messing around one day, we were playing, wrestling around on her bed when we kind of got involved. I had her on her back, she was laughing and squirming, trying to get away when I grabbed her pussy. She had thin panties on under her skirt so I got a good feel of her body. I pressed on her then started rubbing her between the legs and she didn’t fight me off. She stopped moving, closed her eyes and let me feel her up. It was accidental that I started but it didn’t take long to start seducing her. I put my hand under her panties to rub her pussy then went for the goal, I started playing with her clit. It only took about three for four minutes to make her climax. When Kendall went off, I jammed two fingers in her and fingered her a little longer. I’d never messed around with a girl before but I got turned on doing what I did so I left her on the bed and went looking for Urban.”
Ah fuck! My daughter’s story was building another big fucking hard-on in my lap. The table blocked her view but I’m sure she knew what she was doing for me. I managed to ask calmly, “When was that, and what happened next?”
“She was almost sixteen, I think about two months before. The next time Kendall came to me. I was sleeping in my bed and she sneaked across the room and crawled in with me. I didn’t have to ask what she was doing; she didn’t have her nightgown on and was warm and shaky. She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs and we started screwing around. She was hot like crazy and got pretty aggressive so she did everything to me that I did to her. We were rolling around, kissing and touching all over each other. The only thing she didn’t do was eat me. I did that to her and made her get off twice, but she didn’t do it for me, not that night.”
My cock was cramped, I needed to readjust it but didn’t just then, “You went down on your sister?”
Daphne blushed, nodded, then admitted, “It felt like the right thing to do.”
My mind’s eye pictured the tip of my older daughter’s tongue teasing her sister’s clit and my hips rolled with a sharp convulsion, “How did your brother get involved with her?”
“Me and Urban were messing around in my bed and he said he had to leave before Kendall came home. I talked him into staying, I told him that I’d been playing around with her and maybe she would like to feel a real hard-on, not just my fingers. He didn’t protest at all; he got another erection and we were screwing when Kendall came into the room. Urban was over me, the blankets were on the floor so she saw everything. She dropped her backpack on the floor and covered her mouth to muffle her surprise. Urban rolled off me to his back, then after Kendall got a good long look at his cock, she ran out of the room. Me and Urban were laughing so hard at Kendall’s reaction we didn’t finish the sex. After he left, Kendall came back while I was getting dressed. She launched into a tirade about how vile me and him were, and how in hell could I let our brother fuck me. We skipped dinner that night because we were talking about me and Urban, me and her, then her and Urban. At first, she wouldn’t think of sex with him but after a few days of me pressuring her, she conceded that maybe it might be fun, but since she’d never had sex with a guy before, she wasn’t sure how it would work.
“The next weekend, you and mom were gone somewhere so I told Urban to come to our room. Kendall was ready, but nervous to lose her virginity. The three of us talked a little bit then he and me took off our clothes then got her to take hers off, she was embarrassed as hell but did it. Urban and me got got on my bed then he fucked me for a while then we stopped. I propped up on an elbow next to Kendall and told her to spread her legs. She did, then I watched while he got over her. I could tell when he popped her cherry, she winched and held her breath so I told him to pull out. They waited for a little bit then she said he could do it. Urban screwed Kendall until she complained it hurt so he pulled out. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up while I grabbed him and got him to screw me, he was still hard and had her blood on his cock, I was so fucking turned on I started climaxing as soon as he pushed in.”
“He took her virginity while you coached them?”
Daphne locked her eyes on mine, “Yeah, and I got hot when he did.”
“After that?”
“After that we partied a lot, sometimes two of us, sometimes all three together. Even when we were dating others we didn’t stop.”
“Is he still screwing Kendall too?”
“Once in a while.”
My daughter’s revelations had turned my prick into a marble obelisk, my pants were so tight I hurt. I checked Daphne’s eyes and she saw what I was feeling. I stood by the table and held out my hand, she took it, stood, then let me take her back to bed.
As I lay on my back waiting for her to come from the bathroom, I thought about what she had told me. She was the one to initiate sex with her brother. She started the romps with Kendall, she got their younger sister to screw Urban, and she is the one who came to me, first drunk, then again when I took the shower. Daphne was the aggressor every time; what kind of oversexed nympho was my first girl child? I wasn’t sure, but at that moment, I wasn’t going to question her morality.
She came to me from the end of the bed, crawling on hands and knees over me until the nipple on her left breast was pressed on the head of my cock. Daphne smiled prettily then shook her tits so both nipples moved across the crown, the lube pulsing from the hole smeared across the stone hard tips. She played with me like that for a few moments then laid on me, putting her breasts on my groin, my cock was lodged between the firm flesh of her big tits, she put her lips on my chest and started to suck a bruise while massaging my cock by moving her body. I reached over her back and slapped her ass with both hands, she gasped a sharp breath and jerked. I grabbed my daughter’s butt cheeks and squeezed them as I pulled her tighter to me. She pushed up and again caught my eyes with hers, “I’ll do anything you want daddy, anything.”
I grabbed a hand full of her long brunette hair and jerked her to my left, off me to the bed, “Face down” I told her. She rolled to her stomach, spread her arms and legs wide and grinned like I had given her a present. I went to my knees next to my daughter then said, “You’re an incestuous, cheating bitch, girl. You fuck your husband, you fuck your brother, you fuck your sister and now your father, do you like it slut, do you like screwing your family?”
She reacted to my question by clenching my blanket in her fists, grinding her groin to the mattress and moaned, “Oh hell Yes, I get so turned on, all of you, any of you, any time.”
I smacked her hard on the right ass cheek, she yelped then groaned. I hit her again on the other side, enjoying how the soft round orb quivered when I hit her. Daphne called out sharply then hissed at me, “You son-of-a-bitch, oh my god, don’t stop yet.” I swatted my daughter’s butt and upper thighs as hard as I could four more times then fell across her legs to kiss away the hurt. I kissed and licked the glowing red skin as I put a hand between her legs to fondle her cunt. She was swollen open, wet and hot. When I pushed two fingers into her, she began to wail rapture and convulse. When she started cuming I moved over her then slammed as far up her pussy as I could. My groin slapped into her ass, my balls bounced on her cunt, then I settled into a rhythm of pure primal sex.
I fucked her for a few minutes over her back, the entire time she was calling out her pleasure, how I felt, how she wanted more. My nut pressure was building to critical so I paused, lying on her back, trying to catch my breath and let some of the tension from my balls. She rolled from under me and put her arms around my neck, she was cooking hot, her body still in motion. After a few moments of letting me lie quiet, she came for a kiss. She slid her body along mine, throwing a leg over my groin, capturing my cock in the bend of her knee. She squeezed it with her leg while our tongues fought for space between our lips. I was lying on my back so she rolled over me and came up to her hands and knees. I was under her, her breasts even with my mouth. I began to lick and kiss them while my hands got busy between her thighs. I moved slowly down her body, sliding on my back through her legs. I kissed and fondled any part of her I could reach with my mouth and hands. I stopped my downward progress when my tongue found her pussy. I felt for the opening to her sex with my tongue, she was open to me like a hothouse flower. I reached between her legs, cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled Daphne closer to my face. I kissed her cunt lips with my own and blew a slow hot breath on her clit. She arched her back and began to growl quietly through her teeth and pushed her sex harder on my mouth.
I ate my pleasure of Daphne and she took her enjoyment from me. I could feel her body tremble and her pussy quiver every time I stroked her clit with my tongue. When I penetrated her with the tip of my tongue the air in her lungs would force out of her as a sharp yelp.
She reached for the headboard, put her hands on the top of it and rested her head on her arms. I pulled out from under her and moved to my knees between her legs. She was rocking back and forth on her knees, moving her ass in small circles inviting me to join with her. I put my hands on her hips and put the head of my cock against her sex. When she felt me probing between her legs she pushed back until I was completely sheathed by her hot tender sex.
I fucked my daughter. Using her hips for support and handles, I hammered in and out of her. Every time I drove my erection in my balls would slap against her pussy. The sound of my body smacking against her ass was followed by a short moan. She pushed off the headboard and rose to a sitting position on my cock. I sat back on my knees and wrapped my arms around her, taking a breast in each hand. We continued to fuck but now I was able to pinch her nipples and roll them in my fingers. She reached over her head and took my head in her hands and pulled it down until my mouth was on her neck. I kissed her just behind the ear then bit her neck.
I could feel my nuts swelling with pent up energy and fluids. I couldn’t take much more so I whispered a warning in her ear. She grabbed my left hand and put it between her legs. I probed the folds of her cunt until I found her sweet spot and started to massage it. As soon as I put pressure on her clit, she began to cum. She whispered ‘oh daddy, fuck me’, the words accented by lust. Her body was quivering as she whipped her cunt back and forth. Her orgasm overwhelmed me completely and my body reacted to her, I gave her everything I had. We had no control, Nature had taken over our bodies, we had no thoughts, only sensations. I fell to my side and pulled her down with me. We collapsed to the mattress completely lost the euphoria of what we had done.
Nothing was said for a couple of minutes while we lay on our backs focused on nothing except the turmoil of wild sex fading from our muscles. When I could breathe calmly again, I turned to Daphne, “Do you and Urban have that much fun?”
She sucked her lower lip for a moment then started to grin, “Yeah, he and me like screwing each other.”
I got curious, how much of a wild child was my daughter? “How many guys have you screwed, besides Urban, Matt and now me?”
She rolled to her side, her tits pressed on my ribs, her left hand drifted down to hold my wilted prick; as she teased it with her fingers, she looked up at me, “You asked me that? Really? Come on dad, I’m not going to open my diary and let you read it. I will only say I didn’t do anything that got me a bad rep in school.” She pushed away and ended our fling with, “I have to go, Matt wants a roast for dinner, I have to go shopping.”
The next person to come to my house was my youngest. It was Sunday afternoon, eight days after the wild adventures in my bedroom with Daphne; Kendall came in and opened a conversation by saying “I got another tattoo.”
Kendall is Goth. Since she graduated high school my pretty blonde daughter has morphed into a dark haired, multi tattooed, version of Elvira of the Dark. Her eye makeup is always tinted dark, mostly purples or black; long fake eyelashes enhance light, crystal blue eyes. She wears lip gloss to match her eyes. Her clothes tend to be tight jeans or short skirts over leggings, she always wears a light, black leather jacket over shirts styled to reveal deep cleavage. Once in a while she will wear a bright colored head band, a splash of color with her dark clothing. She has five hoop earrings in each ear, a black pearl nose stud and a diamond pin on the left corner of her mouth. She has a tongue ring, not a tongue stud, I always wonder how she can form intelligible words with the fucking thing in there. One of her tattoos is a woven band around her neck, from a distance it looks like a real necklace. She wears fake multicolored nails, flat soled, red converse style shoes and most of the time smells of pot. One would think she uses Marijuana Cloud cologne by Stoners. Kendall looks wild and uninhibited and I hear rumors about her private live, but hey, she’s my daughter, I couldn’t love her more. She pulled off her jacket, lifted her shirt to reveal a tattoo of a humming bird with its long beak piercing another as they fight over a tasty bloom. The multi-colored skin art on her ribs was good, a sharp, clear image of the iridescent birds.
“That’s a well-done tattoo but the image is a little brutal.”
“Life is brutal dad; somebody gets killed every day for the best nectar.” Kendall’s outlook on life and reality wasn’t exactly mine but I wasn’t dismayed by her observation. She opened her small pack and pulled out a six-pack of joints, she pulled one free then lit it. After a deep hit she handed it to me. Kendall and I had been toking together since I found her stash when she was eighteen. I didn’t punish her or tell her how fucking wicked she was, I took her to the back yard and made her share with me. Ever since then my daughter and I occasionally got high together. “Do you have a Coke Zero?” I fetched her a can from the fridge then she said “I’ve been talking to Daphne.”
“About what?”
“About her pregnancy, who did it, and who she thought did it.”
I went on full alert, I got evasive, “There is a question as to who knocked her up, what are you saying, the kid might not be Matt’s?”
Kendall grinned, “Nice try dad, but she told me everything, about Urban and the DNA test and that she already told you.”
I pulled myself a Coke then stood across from her at the kitchen island, “What do you think of all this, that your brother and sister are having a baby together?”
“Well, I sure glad I’ve been more careful with him, I wouldn’t want to be knocked up by Urban.”
Again, I played dumb, “You and Urban too?”
Kendall looked at me directly, “Come on dad, you know it all; Daphne told you what the three of us have been doing since high school, she told me what you and her have been doing since her birthday, don’t play clueless.”
I didn’t know how to answer her, I sat mute for a few moments looking at Kendall then forced myself to ask “What has she said to Urban, is he in on all the secrets now too?”
“Actually, she hasn’t said a word to him, she doesn’t want him to know; as far as he is concerned, he will be an uncle, not a daddy. She won’t tell him about you either, she doesn’t want him to know you’re fucking us.”
Huh? What did she say, “Us?”
Kendall stood from the table then reached for my hand, “You don’t have to worry about me dad, I’m on the Pill.”
My head went light, I got dizzy, my heart stopped for three beats, “What the hell Kendall, what are you saying?”
The pretty young Goth pulled the band from her ponytail then shook her head, letting her long, streak dyed hair fall across her back, “Kendall says you’re a good lay, that I will enjoy this. Five years ago, she told me the same thing about Urban, she didn’t lie then, so I believe her now, take me to bed.” Her bottomless stoned eyes were sparkling when she turned and walked toward the bedrooms.
My thoughts and feelings were the same then as they were when Daphne came to the shower with me. Disbelief, shock, and fear of what was happening. My youngest daughter had just boldly invited me to screw her. In spite of what was in my mind, my nuts didn’t hesitate. They dumped a dose of hormones into my blood, my cock started firming up; I got up from the island stool and followed.
By the time I got to the room Kendall was sitting on the bed, unlacing her converse shoes. She stood, reached behind her to unclasp her skirt and let it fall. Facing me in leggings and blouse my daughter smiled, she didn’t seem at all embarrassed or shy. I stopped just inches from her then she and I undressed completely, watching the other as we stripped. Kendall is smaller than her sister, shorter and slighter, and her very petite-ness drove a diamond spike of lust into my erection, it swelled even further, lifted higher, and began to drool pre-cum. Her breasts stood firm and round, high on her chest; the nipples jutted proudly; she had pierced nipples too. The junction of her thighs was clean of curls, the girl shaved her pussy but her lower body was a jumble of intricate body art. The marijuana was affecting my eyesight, the collage of tattoos looked like a kaleidoscope of colors and images. My erection was throbbing with increased lust as I looked at the artwork on my daughter’s hips and legs.
Kendall inspected me from face to feet, smiled invitingly then held her hand to me. I took her fingers in mine and pulled her close, her body melded with mine. Kendall put her head on my chest, I felt her hot breath on my skin, she reached between us to grip my erection then began to stroke it while kissing my neck. My daughter was coming on strong which fed more lustful fuel to the fire building in my balls. I smoothed my hands down her back, over her the firm round cheeks of her ass then started playing my fingers in her butt crack, Kendall moaned then pushed away and looked up at me, her eyes were wide and glowing. She stepped backwards to the bed and fell back, her feet on the floor, her legs spread. I stepped between her thighs then with no hesitancy, put my hard-on where she wanted it. I began to fuck my second born daughter as she lay on her back smiling up at me.
Kendall was passive for a couple of minutes but I could feel as her passions began to flow, her ass started bouncing on the bed, she lifted her legs and put them around my waist. I leaned over my daughter to kiss her; she didn’t reject me. When our lips met, my erection slipped out so I took advantage of the pause to get onto the bed, she rolled around until we were lying lengthwise, on our backs. I lifted Kendall’s leg, moved around so my cock was in the right position. then rammed into her so hard she was forced a couple of inches up the bed. She groaned her pleasure then she and I got seriously involved in fucking each other.
In three years of smoking dope with Kendall I’d never had an intimate thought about her. Not when she was a pretty high school girl, not when she began to morph to Goth, not when she would bring a new boyfriend home, which was often. I wondered sometimes about her scruples, but never to the point of wanting to screw her. I looked at my daughter’s face, her eyes were closed, her lips partially open to breathe, she may have been the sexiest looking woman I’d ever screwed; not even her mother or sister compared to the aura of pure sexuality Kendall radiated as I fucked her. She looked like she was enjoying my cock in her even more than I was.
Kendall began to bark when her stomach started cramping, her legs got restless, lifting and bending, her ass was rocking, I was having a hard time keeping up with how she moved. I would slip out of her when she flexed but in an instant she would grab my cock and put it back where it felt good for her. Finally, she gripped my erection and held it in her hole then hit a verbal high note and went completely stiff, she arched off the bed, her heels and shoulders holding her up then my daughter opened her eyes and howled “Ohhhhh FUCK!” I convulsed once then filled my second girl until my semen gushed past my cock and splashed to the bed.
In my life I fucked many hot willing women but what my daughter and I did that first time we had sex, was by far the wildest and most thrilling I’d ever experienced. I don’t know if it was the circumstances, the pot, the girl, or combination of the three, but I’d never gotten so awesomely laid before. Not even her mother or her sister could compare to what she and I had just done. I lay on the bed with my chest heaving as if I had just finished the Boston Marathon, man I got to tell you, I was super happy I stay fit. Kendall rose off the bed then straddled my stomach, her pussy started dripping into my bellybutton, her smile was huge, she put her hands on my chest, leaded down and purred into my ear, “Not bad for an old man.” She kissed my cheek, “I have to go, Milo is waiting”, Milo was her current boyfriend.
As I watched my daughter wipe her pussy then get dressed, it occurred to me that both girls got up and out as soon as we were done fucking. They didn’t linger for intimate talk or protracted sexual temptation. Both of them were fuck and run. After Kendall left, I drifted into a contented nap, holding my semi-stiff cock while remembering and comparing the sisters. As my eyes fluttered to sleep, I formed an image, a fantasy vision; my two daughters, pregnant Daphne and stoned Kendall lying on my bed with me, one on my right, the other on my left, both nude, both hot to fuck.