Cherry Bombs
(Mm/Ff, teen, inc, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"Is the water still good and hot?" the tall, naked man asked as he rinsed his razor under the tap and put it away in the medicine chest.

"Just the way you like it, sweet," replied a low, sultry voice from behind the closed shower doors. "Come on in."

Ben Brandon stretched the muscles in his broad back as he glanced around the large bathroom, thinking how good it was to be home. He eyed the vague form behind the frosted doors, knowing what was waiting for him, and feeling his rigid erection jump and jerk with expectancy. It was going to be good. Sliding a panel back, he stepped in under the pelting spray.

The woman soaping herself down smiled at him, then glanced at the immense penis that was angling up from his groin. "Welcome, stranger."

He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth. "Who are you greeting, Sis, me or my cock?"

"Both." There was an expression of longing on her face as she stared at the massive, hairy super-thick ten-inch prick with its huge, bluish-purple head, then handed him the soap and curled both hands around his fuck tool. "It's so nice to hold it again. Honestly, Ben, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen. My girlfriends are so jealous. Too bad they can't have you for one night at least, eh? And thank God you know how to use it to break my spirit every time you spread my legs!"

The hot water raining on his back was already soothing his aching muscles as he gave her back the soap and cloth. "Why don't you wash me off, Donna?"

"It'll be a pleasure."

While she washed his arm and torso, Ben's gaze roved over his sister's lush figure. Her face and body were those of a model's, and indeed she had been one until her breasts became excessively large. For a woman of thirty-seven, she in no way showed her age, and in fact looked ten years younger.

"You never seem to look any older, baby," he said, watching her firm, upthrust tits sway and slap together as she rubbed him, the pink nipples hard and protruding. Her stomach was flat and muscled, her hips curving into exceptionally attractive legs, and at the apex of her thighs was the thickest bush of pubic hair he had ever seen.

"I manage to keep in shape," she murmured, crouching down to wash his legs and genitals.

He laughed while she lathered his cock and balls. "Yeah, I've heard that fucking is one of the best exercises."

Donna rose and said with mock severity, "Oh, shut up and turn around, you big bastard. You get your share of ass, too."

"That's true," he said as she scrubbed his back and buttocks, "but I've never been able to find a piece quite as good as you are. You ought to set up a school on screwing."

Giggling, Donna backed up to let him rinse off. "Maybe that's what we should both do, brother dear. I haven't found a prick yet that satisfied me like yours. Why don't we go into business?"

He stepped aside to let her under the shower, and when she had the soap off, took her in his arms and kissed her, pressing his stiff pole against her and crushing her huge tits against his chest. "Let's fuck in here, Donna. We haven't done that for a long time."

She made sure her shower cap was on securely, then put a hand between them to bend his prick down and rub it against her pussy. "I'd like that. Which way?"

"Bend over, and I'll prick you from behind."

After giving him a quick kiss while she squeezed his hard rod, she spun quickly and bent over, resting her hands on the faucets. The water sprayed her back as she spread her feet wide. "I'm all set, honey. Give me a good one. I haven't had a really terrific orgasm since the last time you fucked me."

Ben moved up behind her, spread her firm asscheeks with his thumbs, then rubbed his cockhead down the dark slit until he found her gaping cunt hole. Planting his feet on the slippery tub, he pressed his hips forward slowly, feeling her cunt open and stretch around his fat ten-inch prick. He could feel the pressure on his cockhead down to his nuts.

"Ben, you're teasing!" Donna whimpered. "Please, don't! You know I'm almost ready to cum right now!"

"Easy, babe!" he said hoarsely. "So am I! At least let me get the damn thing in!"

Sliding his hands up to her small waist, he peered down through the crack of her ass and watched his pecker disappear as he drove it into her slippery sheath. She had a pussy like that of a young girl, and it gripped his penetrating piston like a fist. When he finally poked his cockhead against her womb, she grunted and sucked in her breath.

"Ooohhh, Ben! Hhhuuuhhh! Lord, what a prick! I haven't been this full since you left! Oh, Christ, I'm cumming now!"

He felt her shudder and heard her sob quietly as the spasms of climax flooded through her. It was always that way the first time after he had been away for a while. When her tremors had quieted, he began stroking his cock in and out of her juicy pussy, listening to the wet schlucking sounds his plunging piston was making in her sopping cunt.

"Ooohhh, Donna! Squeeze on it! Work your ass! That's it, baby."

The woman was now swiveling and gyrating her hips, bucking back against the long, fat joint that was impaled in her writhing pussy. Each time the swollen tip slammed into her, she felt an electric charge surge through her and let out a grunt.

"Huh! Ooohhh, Ben! More! God, you don't know how I needed this."

The spraying torrent from the shower head was splattering them both as Ben increased the speed of his darting pole. He rammed it in to the hilt, withdrew nearly the entire length, then plowed it in again, his swinging scrotum slapping against the puffy lips of her snatch. Bubbling sperm was coursing through the tubes in his groin, and it wouldn't be long before he would have to release it.

"Baby, you're the best piece I've ever had! Tight as a virgin. Tell me when you're ready. I'm so close! Close!"

Donna's flopping tits were throwing water like a shaking dog as she undulated and humped, tightening her vaginal walls even more on her brother's embedded cock. Her knuckles were white as she held the faucets and backed hard onto his thrilling member.

"Now, Kenny! Now! Oh, Jesus, fuck me!"

Ben gave her three final thrusts, then left his jerking cock stuck in to the root as seething cum spurted from the end of his rod and shot in jets against her womb. He left his joint soaking in her steamy pussy until they had both regained their senses, then he wormed it out, watching the thick glob of fuck juice follow the head of his prick and splat on the floor of the tub between her feet. As he washed their combined cum from his tool and balls, Donna straightened up and turned around.

"Why does it always have to be so damn fast with us?" she complained. "Why can't we make it last and enjoy it for a while?"

"Maybe we could, if we were together more often, but it's so long between times."

"I know," she said sullenly, reaching around to turn off the water. "You and those damn mining jobs. Why in the hell couldn't you have been an accountant instead of a fucking engineer?"

He laughed as he slid the panel open and stepped out. "That's a good one. 'Fucking engineer.' Well, I guess I am at that."

"Oh, you know what I mean." She got out and they began drying each other off. "You can't go gallivanting around the world forever, you know. When are you going to settle down?"

"Soon, baby. Very soon."

Stepping through the door into the master bedroom, he put on an embroidered silk karate robe, brushed out his brown hair, then followed his sister down the hall to her bedroom, one of four in the vast, rambling ranch-style house. Taking a cigarette from her pack on the dresser, he lit it, then perched on the side of her bed while she sat down naked at the dressing table to fix her face and hair.

"Do you really have to go to that first-aid class tonight, Donna? I've only been back a couple of hours, and already everybody's taking off on me. I'd like to get clued in on a few things, especially since you're leaving for Mom and Dad's tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I do, dear. After what happened to Ellen, I should know what to do in an emergency. It scared the hell out of me."

"Okay, bring me up to date. I don't think I got the whole story in your letters, and Ellen didn't say much before she left for her piano lessons."

"All right." She began applying mascara. "I was out late, shopping, and she thought she'd help out by fixing supper. She made a casserole and stuck it in the oven. A few minutes later she noticed the fire wasn't on, and tried to light the pilot. It blew up in her face."

"I know that much. Go on."

"Well, Nick heard her scream, and ran into the kitchen. Her dress was on fire and she was holding her face. He ripped her dress off, doused her with cold water, and called the fire department. Luckily, Dr. Larson was at the hospital. She wasn't hurt badly, but she was blinded temporarily. She was only in the hospital for one day, but she'll have to wear those patches on her eyes for a while longer yet."

"Christ!" Ben muttered. "Is this Larson taking good care of her?"

Donna smiled into the mirror. "He'd better. I paid him off in female currency. In a motel room. For four solid hours!"

He flicked an ash off his cigarette. "I might have known. How is she otherwise?"

"She doesn't like her father being gone all the time. For a fifteen-year old girl with no mother and an absent father, I'd say she's doing great."

"And how about your kids?" he asked, ignoring the snide remark.

The woman's blue-black hair swished across her back as she swung around to face him. "Don't you mean our kids?"

He nodded mutely and sighed.

"Our kids are just fine. They're doing good in school, and they've been a lot of help with Ellen. And before you ask, no, they don't know that they're sisters and brother and not cousins."

Ben put out his butt and leaned forward with elbows on knees, weariness showing in his eyes. "Hasn't Phil found out yet that Nick and Samantha aren't his kids?"

Donna turned back to the mirror and resumed putting on her cosmetics. "Oh, didn't I tell you? You know he got married. Well, when he couldn't knock up his new wife, he went in for a checkup, and found out that he'd been sterile all his life. Right after that, about four months ago, he went to court and cut off child support for me. He doesn't know you're their father, but he does know it wasn't him."

"For God's sake, why didn't you let me know? I could have given you more money!"

She put down her lipstick and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Ben, I didn't need it. I've saved most of the money you've paid me for taking care of things for the last five years since poor Carol died. I live in a beautiful house, I have my family, and everything I want. What more could I ask for?"

"You've been a helluva lot of help, Sis, and I appreciate it more than I can say."

Donna stood up and walked over to him with her hips swaying seductively. Pulling his face into her furry snatch, she let him nuzzle it for a moment, then knelt between his legs. She parted his robe and kissed the tip of his prick, leaving a red smear, before looking up at him.

"Dearest, I wanted to. Besides being my brother, you're my lover, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Then too, I want our children to be around their father as much as they can, whether they're aware of the truth or not."

His cock was distending into a hardon when he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her hazel eyes. "Have you ever regretted our fucking all these years and my giving you those two babies?"

"Never! Not for a minute! If you hadn't been my brother, I'd have married you a long time ago, and we'd have been happy as hell."

"I'm glad." He lowered his hands and fondled her fleshy, hard-nippled tits. "Sure you have to go?"

She kissed his cock again, then leaped to her feet, her face flushed. "We'll have plenty of time to fuck, and you've got to rest up from your trip. I'll be back from Graywater before you know it, and then we'll fuck and suck ourselves silly."

When she began dressing, Ben got up for another cigarette and leaned against the dresser to watch her cover her luscious body. "You say Mom will only be in the hospital a few days?"

"Uh huh. It's just a small stomach tumor. Dad needs caring for, though, after that stroke he had. I'm taking Nick with me, so you'll just have to watch the girls."

"Anything special I have to do about Ellen?"

"No. A nurse comes by to change the dressing and put drops in her eyes. She has to be led around, though, 'cause she bumps into things, but Samantha usually does that."

"Samantha's sixteen now, isn't she?"

Donna arched her eyebrows as she tucked her enormous J-cup tits into a bra. "You should know. And Nick's seventeen, in case you've forgotten that, too."

"No," he said shamefully, "I haven't forgotten. Any special instructions?"

"Can't think of any. Mrs. Dunn is still giving Ellen piano lessons, like tonight, to keep her mind off her eyes, but Samantha takes her there and brings her back. That's about it."

"I suppose we'll manage."

She tucked in her blouse, gave herself a final inspection in the mirror, then walked over to him and rubbed a hand over his pelvis, caressing his prick and scrotum. "God, I'd love to give you a blow-job right now, you horny stud, but it's almost eight and I've got to go. Get a good rest, and I'll see you in the morning."

Ben walked with her through the house to the front door. "By the way, what time is curfew?"

"Usually ten. Nick's at the movies, so he may be a little bit late, but it's okay. Don't worry about them. They take pretty good care of themselves."

After kissing her goodbye, he switched on the television on his way to the kitchen to mix himself a stiff highball. Though he had never regretted buying the big, four-bedroom home, he rattled around in it when he was by himself, and needed noise and a drink for company.

Settling down in his favorite recliner, he realized the completeness of civilized living again, yet knew it wouldn't be too long before his feet began to itch and he would be off to some far distant country, agonizing over the discomforts usually inherent in such a trip.

He hadn't yet drained his glass and relaxed completely when the front door flew open and the two girls came in, Samantha leading Ellen by the hand. Seeing the thick gauze patches on Ellen's eyes and watching her grope helplessly in front of her made him feel sorry for the girl, but he knew that pity was the least effective therapy.

"Hi, kids. How did the lesson go, Ellen?"

"Oh, all right, I guess," she replied dully.

"She did great, Uncle Ben!" Samantha said. "Like Mrs. Dunn says, you're not supposed to look at the keys anyway."

Ellen was tall, like himself, but had her mother's blonde hair and blue eyes. A very pretty girl, she had developed considerably during the six months he'd been gone, and the mountainous breasts pushing her sweater out were more like a woman's than a girl's. Also like her mother, she had outstanding legs that were revealed nearly to the crotch by her short skirt.

Her cousin/sister was the image of Donna, except that her hair was a dark brown. Perfectly proportioned and beautiful, she had an enticing ass that was clearly outlined by the skin-tight jeans she was wearing. They molded to her so closely that he could see the crease of her cunny.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ben said. "Either of you hungry?"

"I'm not," Ellen answered, in the same monotone with which she had greeted him earlier. "I think I'll go to my room and lay down and listen to some music. Practicing tired me out tonight."

"Me neither," Samantha said. "Uncle Ben, after I take Ellen to her room, can I go see my friend across the street? I'll be home by ten."

"I don't see why not. And thanks for helping Ellen. It's nice of you."

"No problem. C'mon, kid."

"Good night, Daddy," Ellen said, letting Samantha lead her away. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night, baby. Have a good sleep."

While Ben was in the kitchen pouring another drink, he heard the front door close. Returning to the living room, he sat down and stared at the TV disconsolately, upset over Ellen's reaction to his homecoming and wondering if there was anything he could do to console her.

Until she was ten, he had been around fairly often, working mostly in the States. But when his wife, Carol, died of cancer, he felt he had to get as far away as possible. Donna was divorced by that time, and wasn't doing much modeling, so she offered to take over his household, and he accepted eagerly.

Not only was his sister an excellent housekeeper, but she was also a terrific fuck, and had been since they were teenagers. He thought she would be a perfect stand-in mother for Ellen, and a wonderful piece of ass for him whenever he returned. Besides, he felt he owed something to Nick and Samantha since he was their natural father.

When he had shown up that afternoon, he had thought that Ellen's disinterested response had been due to the trouble with her eyes, but now he began to think there was some other reason than that. If it hadn't been for everything else going on, he would have asked Donna before she left.

He gulped his drink, then went to take a piss. When he came out, he nearly ran into Samantha in the hallway. "Back so soon?"

"Oh, Patty wasn't home. I was going to go to Ann's, but then I thought I'd come back and keep you company."

"Fine. Glad to have you."

"I'll be out in a minute. I want to change."

Ben made himself another highball, telling himself it would be the last one as he was beginning to feel it, then went back to his chair. He was in the process of lighting a cigarette when Samantha entered wearing an ankle-length blue nightgown that was so sheer he could see her body as clearly as though she had nothing on.

The figure he had appraised underneath her clothes was nothing like the real thing. The girl's high breasts were large, at least a D-cup or more, and pushed out proudly against the thin material, with really fat nipples. The V of dark hair covering her pubis was visible, as were the curls between her taut thighs.

"Want anything from the kitchen, Uncle Ben?" she asked as she approached him. "I'm going to have some ice cum."

His cigarette and lighter were halfway to his lips, and he had trouble not only keeping his eyes from her sex areas, but also in finding his voice. Carefully training his gaze on her innocent face, he managed to croak, "No, thanks, honey. I've just been out there."

"Okay."

As he watched her waltz across the room with her saucy ass jiggling and the dark crevice between her buns showing, he felt a tremendous surge in his loins and his prick began to swell. She had taken him by such surprise, walking in like a girl in a cat house for viewing, that he couldn't stop the reaction.

Jesus Christ! he thought. Does she walk around like that all the time?

By the time she returned with her bowl of ice cum, he was sufficiently recovered to light his cigarette and hide his hardon as best he could. But, when she plopped down on the couch and drew her knees up to where he could see the patch of ringlets that surrounded her cunt, he was unnerved again, and his prick started to throb painfully.

"What are you watching?" she asked, totally unaware of what she was doing to him.

"I, uhhh, don't really know. I had my mind on something else. Anything you want to see?"

"No. I'm gonna finish this and crash. I was gonna ask you a lot about where you've been, but I know you must be pretty beat."

Ben's hands were trembling as he sneaked quick glances at her inviting pussy and mouth-watering tits, but she didn't notice as she was watching the screen intently. He crossed his wrists in his lap to conceal the erection that was bulging his robe out, trying to ignore the lascivious thoughts that were causing his heart to race.

Get a hold of yourself, you damn fool! he thought. For God's sake, she's your daughter!

Samantha finished her ice cum and stood up, the light from the hallway glowing through her gown and showing every delectable outline of her body. "Sure there's nothing I can get you?"

"No, really. I'm fine."

Smiling charmingly, she carried her bowl to the sink, then came back to lean over him for a kiss. The top part of her nightie fell away, and he caught a quick glimpse of her naked tits, all the way to her rosy nipples. She pecked him lightly and hugged him.

"We're all glad you're back, Uncle Ben. I hope you'll stay a while this time."

"I'm going to try very hard."

"Good." She straightened up and started away. "I'm going to see if Ellen has to go to the potty before I go to bed. Night."

"Good night, sweet."

Her exit left him feeling like liquid jelly, except for the rigid erection sticking up from his pelvis. With very few exceptions, he had never felt such a strong passionate desire. It was so vile and so disgusting. She was his daughter! A virgin! And only sixteen-years old!

The ice cubes in his glass clinked in his quavering hand as he lifted it to his lips. He rubbed his brow and his eyes, wondering if he hadn't been away from humanity so long that he had forgotten what normalcy was. He'd heard of it happening, but he wasn't that kind of man! Not at all!

A return trip to the kitchen for a straight shot soothed his rattled nerves a bit, and, after a calming cigarette, he felt a little better. It was nine o'clock, and he debated whether to wait up for Donna and Nick, then decided against it. What he needed was some sleep to get back to normal.

Turning off the television, he stepped into the hallway, then noticed a light under Ellen's closed door. Thinking he might smooth things over if he spoke to her briefly, he stepped up to it, rapped softly, then went in.

Ellen was stretched out on her bed with one arm flung over her eyes, listening to music from her DVD, wearing a flimsy yellow gown of the same type as Samantha's.


Not certain whether the girl was asleep, Ben approached the bed as quietly as possible and stood staring down at the still form. The twin mounds of her titties jutted upward under her nightie like two magnificent peaks. Her coral-colored nipples were much larger than Samantha's. Devouring her with his eyes, he gazed at the blonde tufts that swirled around her pelvis and into her crotch.

"Ellen," he whispered, "are you awake?"

She lifted her arm from her face and dropped it to her side. "Yes, Daddy. Did you want something?"

"Just a little talk, if you're not too tired."

"No, that's okay." She swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up. "What did you want to talk about?"

Ben took the chair from her desk in the corner of the room and sat down in front of her. His organ was already on the rise again, making him more uncomfortable than he had been originally. "Nothing too important, baby. Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Huh uh. Not too much. It just, well, makes me feel dumb, not being able to see."

"It won't be much longer, I understand. It's uncomfortable, I'm sure, but you can handle it."

Ellen bobbed her head. "I know."

"You've got a lot of courage. Were the other burns very bad?"

"No. The doctor says that I won't even have any scars."

"Do you mind if I see them?"

The girl chewed on her lower lip pensively. "There's not much to see. At least that's what Donna says."

"I'd still like to, if you don't mind." For reasons he couldn't fathom, he had an urgent desire to see his daughter naked, and the yearning was so strong it was making his balls ache.

"I guess it's all right for you to look," she said with a tone of resignation. "Everyone else has."

Rising to her feet, she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled the gown up and over her head, then stood there with the garment dangling from her fingers. The soft glow from the bedside lamp accentuated every curve and contour of her ripe yet tender body.

Ben saw the faint tint of pink that covered her throat and shoulders, and the contrasting whiteness of her tits where the heat evidently hadn't penetrated her brassiere. It looked like nothing more than a light sunburn. Taking his time, without touching her, he examined the beautiful milky cones that were nearly as large as Donna's, the flat stomach and abdomen, and the pooched outer lips of her cunt that were covered with golden fluff. The composite picture of youthful loveliness made his prick jump wildly.

"It doesn't look bad, Ellen," he said, trying to keep the note of lust from his voice. "You should be as good as new in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, that's what the doctor said." She sat down on the bed again without bothering to slip on her gown. "At least it doesn't hurt."

"Has he said when the eye patches will come off?" he asked, his gaze riveted on her ripe, hairy pussy.

"In a couple of days, I think. Then I'll have to wear dark glasses for a while."

Ben was in torment. He opened his robe and wrapped his fist around his pulsing cock, knowing that she couldn't see what he was doing. Squeezing the thick, sinewy member, he began stroking it slowly, letting his eyes travel over her velvety figure.

"You seemed a little upset this afternoon and tonight, Ellen. Is it just because you're tired of the patches, or is it something else?"

Her lips compressed, and she swallowed hard. "Oh, I don't know, Daddy. I, wanted to be able to see you when you got back. You're gone so darn much, and now that you're here, I can't even look at you."

His hand was pumping his prick more rapidly now. "I'll be here for quite a while, honey. Maybe for a long time. You'll have a lot of time to look at this ugly puss."

She started to smile weakly. "You say that every time you come home, Daddy. That you're going to stay, I mean. Then bang, you're gone again. I've hardly been around you since,"

"Yes, I know. Is that what's troubling you?"

She hesitated, then said, "Yeah, kinda. It's like I don't have any parents at all. I mean, Aunt Donna is nice and all that, but it's not the same. Couldn't you stay here for good? I know you could get a job where you didn't have to travel so much, like you did when I was little."

He continued to stroke his tool, thinking how ridiculous it was to be jacking off and conversing with her at the same time. There was no way he could stop, though. Not after being excited by Samantha, and now looking straight at Ellen's lush frame. Semen was bloating his nuts, and he had to release it through his hard, straining cock.

"I'm going to try, baby," he said. "I want to be together with you, too. I always have, but I also have my job to think of so I can pay the bills. It's not easy."

Ellen sighed and slumped forward, making her bountiful titties bobble. "I know you've got problems, Dad. It's just, well, I do need you. A lot."

"Honey," he said, perspiration breaking out on his forehead as he mentally fucked the young nymph while jerking feverishly on his pole, "I know you do. I'll make it all up to you somehow."

Ben was sliding the skin up and down on his joint, slapping the heel of his hand against his pelvis. His legs were quivering with tautness, and his back was arched. It was coming. He could feel the viscous liquid speeding toward his prick. The huge head of his tool was swollen to the bursting point, and a droplet of precum was already hanging in the pee slit.

"Daddy," Ellen asked, cocking her head to one side, "what's that noise?"

"What, noise?" He was on the verge.

"That funny sound. Are you doing something?"

"Yes," he rasped. "I'm, rubbing my leg. It's a little stiff from the flight."

"Oh. Do you want me to do it for you?"

Oh, God! he thought. If you could only put your hand on my prick and pound me off! Christ, you're delicious! If you weren't my daughter,!

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhhh!"

Molten cum spurted like a jetting fountain from his cock, hung in the air, then rained down on the carpet between them. He twitched with each squirt, the tendons standing out on his neck, as he continued to flag his jumping rod until the last drops of cum had oozed out to dribble down over his hand.

"Is there something wrong, Daddy?" Ellen asked anxiously. "Are you all right?"

Ben let out a long breath of relief and leaned back in the chair. "I'm okay, sweet. I just had a cramp, is all. Everything's fine."

"Jeez, I was worried there for a minute. Are you sure you don't want me to rub it?"

"No, kitten. Just stay where you are. It'll go away. I'll just walk around for a second or two."

Carefully avoiding the drops of sperm on the rug, he went to the dresser for some tissues, wiped himself off, then sopped up the expended cum from the floor. After disposing of the tissues, he closed his robe and tied the sash.

"Did that help?" the girl asked.

"Yes. Look, honey, I'm going to hit the sack. Is there anything I can get you?"

Her face colored slightly. "I do have to go to the bathroom. Would you mind helping me?"

"Of course not. C'mon."

When she stood, he took her by the elbows and guided her down the hall, feeling the heat from her lithe young body against him. Reaching the bath, he led her to the stool, lifted the lid, then lowered her gently to the seat.

"Will you wait outside?" she asked shyly.

"Sure." He stepped back into the hall, making enough noise so that she could hear him go, then turned and watched her. She parted her thighs and let loose a hissing stream into the bowl for what seemed to him like two minutes. Even watching her piss aroused him. Then she groped for the toilet roll, and wiped herself.

"Okay, Dad, I'm ready."

On the way back to her room, he held her more closely, so that her bare tit rubbed against him. By the time they were at her bedside, he was hard again. He helped her back into her nightie, put the chair back so she wouldn't fall over it if she got up, then tucked her in.

"Good night, baby," he said, leaning over to kiss her full on the lips. "I'll turn out the light and shut off the music."

"Thanks, Daddy. And please stay this time, will you?"

"I'll do my damnedest, Ellen. Believe me."

In the master bedroom, he shrugged off his robe and climbed into bed naked, the way he normally slept. The events of the evening troubled him, making him think he was some kind of lecher for letting the two young girls disturb him so much. Admittedly, he hadn't had much screwing in the last six months, but that still was no excuse for the way he had felt.

He mused for a while, then weariness finally overcame him and the last thing he heard before drifting off to sleep was the distant opening and closing of the front door.

Donna let herself in, followed by her son, whom she had picked up on the way home from her first-aid class. While Nick fixed himself a snack, she checked on the girls and Ben and found them all sound asleep. After telling Nick she was going to bed and to shut up the house, she went to her room and stripped for bed.

Lighting a last cigarette, she sat down on the edge of the mattress and pondered whether she should take the chance of sneaking into Ben's room and giving him a blow-job, which she had been thinking about all evening. He had such a fantastic prick, immense, hairy, and veined.

No, I'd better not, she thought. He doesn't know how things are around here yet, and he's probably too tired to go off again.

Still, the idea of having his gorgeous pecker in her mouth remained with her, and it wasn't long before she could feel warm vaginal liquid seeping into the crevice of her cunt. Glancing down, she saw that her bare nipples were hard and extended, and wanted a mouth on them so badly it was torment.

"That settles that!" she murmured aloud.

Stubbing out her butt, she went to the dresser and took out a penis-shaped vibrator, the instrument that gave her such satisfaction when nothing else was available. Returning to the bed she laid down with her legs splayed and her knees drawn up.

Switching on the dildo, she parted the puffy lips of her pussy and began rubbing the thing lightly over her sensitive clit, feeling the tingle of it throughout her body. She began writhing and squirming as the delightful sensation excited her, then she moved the device down to her gaping, squishy cunt hole and inserted it into her prickling pussy, pushing it up into her as far as she could.

"Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Gggaaahhh! Oh, God! Uuummm! Ooohhh!"

Simpering very quietly, she began fucking herself, wondering as she always did when she used the thing why a man's prick didn't vibrate like that. The pointed cylinder was well oiled with her lubricating juices, and went in and out with ease. When it began to warm up, she started lurching her hips off the mattress and rotating her pussy on the divine substitute.

"Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh, sweet Jesus! Gggaaahhh! Mother! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her climax was abrupt, and she bit on a knuckle to keep from shouting out with sheer pleasure. When her trembling and fluttering had ceased, she left the vibrator embedded in her cunt, pulled the covers over her, and turned off the light. With the fake cock inside her, she relaxed into a contented sleep.

When Ben arrived in the kitchen the next morning, he found Donna already busy preparing breakfast. It jolted him to see that she was wearing a knee-length nightie of flaming red that was as sheer as either one of the girls. He was still gawking at her when she turned away from the stove and gave him a bright smile.

"Good morning, Brother. Sit down. I'll have your coffee on the table in a second."

He dropped down at the table and lit a cigarette while she poured him a cup of steaming liquid and brought it over. He was still not quite awake, but the coffee smelled wonderful.

"Are the kids up yet?"

"Oh, yes. Samantha took Ellen's tray in a few minutes ago, and Nick's getting dressed. He and I have a lot of things to do today. I've got to buy him some clothes, and we have to pick up our tickets at the travel agency."

Ben had taken a couple of testy sips of coffee, and his mind was beginning to clear. "Does Ellen feed herself?"

"Oh, no. I suppose she could, but it's too inconvenient for her. One of us always feeds her."

Donna had gone back to the stove to dish up his bacon and eggs when Nick came in, neatly dressed in a sport shirt and slacks. He was tall for his age, stocky, with long sandy hair and the family's green eyes. A good-looking boy, Ben remembered him as usually being shy around adults or girls.

"Hi, buddy," Ben said cheerfully. "You're looking good this morning."

"Hi. Thanks." He turned to Donna. "Mom, can I go over to Tommy's and get my portable radio to take along? You can pick me up there on your way to town."

"All right, but make sure you stay there. I don't want to hunt all over the neighborhood for you."

"I will. Bye. See ya, Uncle Ben."

"Right, Nick."

As he was leaving, the boy brushed by Samantha who was returning with Ellen's tray and who was dressed in the same gauzy gown she had worn the night before. Ben's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything as Donna placed a full plate in front of him.

"Morning, Uncle Ben," Samantha said. She set the tray by the sink, then washed and dried her hands. "Mom, I'm going to go straighten up my room, now. Okay?"

"Yes. And you'll have to clean the house today, too. I'll be gone with Nick for quite a while, then we have to come home and pack."

"Sure, I don't mind. Ellen's all set. I'll give her a bath later on."

Ben watched her huge near-naked titties wobble and sway and her pert ass jiggle as she left the room, then turned back to his breakfast while Donna poured herself a cup of coffee and joined him.

"Everything all right?" she asked.

"Fine." He bit into a piece of toast. "Look, I don't want to sound like a prude, but do you think it's a good idea for you and the girls to parade around in front of Nick with hardly anything on?"

Donna seemed genuinely surprised. "Why on earth not?"

"Well, for one thing, it isn't decent. For another, the boy might start getting ideas."

The woman tossed her head back with laughter. "Well, of all the things to say after what we did when we were kids! For God's sake, don't you remember?"

"Damn right I do, but we didn't do anything in front of our parents. And they didn't go around naked in front of us, either."

"Ben," she said soberly, "times have changed. Nudity isn't nasty or immoral any more. A lot of families make a practice of going around in their homes all the time without a stitch on. It satisfies the kids' curiosity and gives them a more open mind toward the human body and sex."

"That may well be, but speaking as a male, I know what the sight of a nude woman does to a boy or man. Hasn't Nick ever gotten a hardon when he saw you like that?"

Donna lit a cigarette with obvious slowness. "Well, yes, he has. Not out in the open, but I could see it in his shorts or pants."

"And how do you suppose that affects him? What does he do, go in his room and jack off?"

"Ssshhh! Not so loud. The girls might hear. He probably does pound off once in a while. Most boys that age do, just like you did."

"Right, but why provoke him? And speaking of the girls, what do they think when they see a big bulge in Nick's pants? Surely they must have some idea of what's happening and what's causing it."

The dour look on Donna's face showed that she thought he was chewing her out. "So what if they do? Where's the harm in that? They're going to find out about sex sooner or later, and I'd much rather have them learn it at home. Wouldn't you?"

Ben popped the last bite of bacon into his mouth and pushed his plate away. "Have you had a talk with the kids about sex?"

"No. I was waiting to discuss it with you, and hoping we could approach them together. After all, with three kids, it's a pretty big job for one person."

"I agree." He lit a cigarette. "Just how much have they seen that you know of?"

She stood up, spun around so that he could see her body through her nightie, then sat down again. "That's all that Nick's been exposed to, I'm sure. That goes for what he's seen of the girls, too."

"Have the girls ever seen him naked with a hardon?"

"No. I'm positive of that. If they had, they would have come to me and asked questions. Girls are just as curious as boys, you know."

"I suppose," he said. "So, just how far do you think we ought to go when we talk to them?"

Donna smiled and put a hand on his arm. "I'll leave that up to you. Think about it while I'm gone, and let me know when I get back. Whatever we do, it's going to have to be soon. They're all at the age where they'll want to know everything."

He grinned back at her. "Well, I'll do what I can, but it's not exactly in my line. Maybe I can find a book on it or something. You give it some thought, too."

"I will." She stood up. "Right now, I've got to shower and dress. If I don't get started, I'll never get done. Leave things where they are. Samantha'll take care of it later."

"Okay." When she left, he brooded over what she had said as he finished his coffee and cigarette.

Donna went to her room to pick out what she was going to wear and found Samantha there, making up her bed. Standing on the dresser, in plain sight where she had left it, was the vibrator that she had left buried all night in her pussy. It was still glistening wet from her vaginal fluid, and she hurried over to wipe it off with tissues before putting it away.

"Mom, what's that thing?" Samantha asked.

"It's a, a sort of massager, dear."

"How come it was all gooey and sticky?"

"I, uhhh, was using some lotion, honey. Why don't you go lay out some fresh linens for me in the hall bathroom? I'm going to take a shower in a minute."

"Okay. Does Uncle Ben want anything?"

"No, I don't think so. Run along, now."

As she put away the dildo and shut the drawer, Donna cursed herself for her stupidity. If Nick had found it, he was old enough to figure out what it was really used for, and that would have been very embarrassing.

Laying her clothes out on the bed, Donna wondered if Ben had any suspicion of what had been going on between herself and Nick. Of course, the boy had gotten an erection when he saw all the nearly bare tits and cunts running around the house. It had been her idea, and when she realized her mistake, she had done her best to correct it. After the first few times she had seen his boyish peter rise, she had taken him into her bedroom and explained what was happening to him, and he had admitted to masturbating. Since it was her fault to begin with, she started jacking him off to give him the release he needed. Soon after, her impulses got the better of her, and she began sucking his cock. Neither of the girls had ever been aware of what was going on. She had been very strict about that. But of late, both she and Nick had wanted to do it more and more often, and it worried her because it was getting dangerous. It was for that reason, and that reason alone that she was taking him along on the trip. Perhaps by the time they got back, she would have thought of a way to sensibly explain the situation to Ben in terms that wouldn't make him angry. It wasn't a question of whether to tell her brother, it was a question of how! Ben drained his cup, then strode through the house to the master bedroom without seeing any of the family. He took off his robe, stepped in to a scalding shower for a full twenty minutes to both freshen his spirits and ease the bone-deep tiredness he felt. He shaved leisurely, then went into the bedroom to dress. After looking into the closet for several minutes, he decided the hell with it. He was on vacation, damn it! Slipping back into his karate robe, he went down the hall to Ellen's room and knocked.

"Come in," the girl called out.

"How are you doing this morning?" he asked when he went inside.

"A lot better, Daddy. I slept deeper than I have for a long time. I think it's because you're back."

There was a lump in his throat as he grabbed her desk chair and swung it around to sit on it backward with his arms folded across the back. She had thrown the covers back, and once again he was able to see the outline of her body, her firm titties and swollen cunt hair.

"I'm glad to hear that, honey. Is there anything you need or want?"

"No, I'm doing great. Aunt Donna and Nick are leaving today, aren't they?"

"Uh huh. Later on this afternoon."

"I'm going to like that. Maybe you'll be able to spend more time with me, then. Lying in this bed gets pretty tiresome."

"I'll bet it does. As soon as we get things squared away, we'll get together and I'll tell you all about where I've been and what I've been doing."

"Oh, that would be super!" She paused, then said sadly, "I sure wish I could see you. That would be even more super."

"It won't be long, baby. Have patience. I'm going to go read the paper, now. If there's anything you want, call out."

"I will." She heard him go to the door, then said, "Daddy, I'm really happy that you're home again."

"So am I, kitten. So am I."

He reached the living room just in time to catch Donna going for the door, wearing a low-cut knit dress that she filled out in all the right places. The thought struck him that she was almost as sexy dressed as nude.

"Leaving?"

"Oh, yes, Ben. I'm late now. I don't want you to do a damn thing while I'm gone. You just rest and take it easy."

"Don't worry. I will. See you later."

She tossed him the morning paper on her way out, and he sank down in his chair to read it, thankful that there was nothing else to do.


Ben flipped the pages of the paper slowly, trying to concentrate on the news, but finding it nearly impossible. Visions of the girls flickered through his mind. The events that had occurred since his arrival home had left him stunned, and since nothing quite like it had ever happened to him before, he wasn't sure how to cope. Then, there was Donna's frank admission about the children that he wondered whether he could accept. Admittedly, he was aware of the changing morals in the last ten years or so, but the openness and casualness of the females in the household still astounded him. In his generation, sex and showing bodies was done, but secretly, and was not something to be done boldly and openly.

Resolving to wait until he could converse with Donna upon her return, he pushed all of the nagging thoughts from his head and opened the paper to the sports pages, determined that he would not be drawn to the girls and allow himself to do something he would regret forever. He was scanning the black print intently when Samantha came in, carrying a vacuum cleaner.

"Uncle Ben, will it bother you if I run this in here?"

Peering over the paper, he saw that she had not changed from her gauzy powder blue nightie. No amount of will power could have stopped his prick from rising as he gazed at the young girl's firm mounds and wool-covered cunt.

"No, that's all right, honey, but don't you think you should put some clothes on first? You can't run around like that all day, you know."

Samantha smiled broadly as she set the cleaner down and plugged it in. "You've been away too long, Uncle Ben. Don't you know that a lot of women do their house cleaning naked now?"

"Why, for God's sake?"

She shrugged and looked at him naively. "It's just a lot more comfortable. I do it all the time, when I'm here by myself."

He shook his head with wonder. "Your mother and Ellen, too?"

"I don't know, but I guess they do. What's wrong with it if nobody else is here?"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "But I'm here now."

Again she smiled impishly. "Yeah, but you're family. And I do have something on, too."

"Not much, but if that's the way you do things, go ahead."

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I took this thing off? I'd rather. I'm used to doing it that way now."

Ben thought about what Donna had said. If she was right and he was wrong, he didn't want to foul things up and make either of the girls ashamed or embarrassed. "It's okay with me. Whatever you want suits me. Just promise you'll get dressed as soon as you're through."

"Oh, I will. I haven't got much more to do."

He tried to hide his face behind the paper as she switched on the vacuum and began pushing it around the room, but it was useless. Her gorgeous titties swayed, flopped and slapped together as she pushed and pulled, and her smoothly rounded ass jiggled and bobbled. She was not ashamed, and actually hummed as she worked.

"Would you please raise your feet?" she asked happily, standing before him in all her naked perfection.

"Sure." He was thankful for the paper that concealed the big, throbbing bulge in his robe.

His eyes followed her around the room until she had finished and put the vacuum away, then she returned to flop down on the couch with her arms resting at her sides and her legs parted just enough so that he could see the pink furrow of her love nest.

"Whew, I'm going to rest a second. Can I get you anything, Uncle Ben? Coffee or something?"

"No, baby. Did you say you had to give Ellen a bath this morning?"

"Uh huh. Either Mom or I help her into the bathtub, but she washes herself. It's no trouble."

It was an agonizing strain to keep from staring at her ripe pussy, and he wished now that he had poured the meat to Donna before she left so that his balls would be drained. It was difficult not to have lascivious thoughts when you were horny, especially with a naked nymph so close.

"Tell me something, Samantha. Has Nick ever helped Ellen with her bath?"

She shook her head vigorously. "No. Mom is real funny about things like that. She wouldn't let him."

"But you all let him see you with only your nighties on."

"Well, yeah, but that's different. Jeez, like Mom said, he can go down to the drug store and see pictures of all the naked girls he wants. Besides, we're not really bare. He doesn't pay much attention anyway."

Ben saw that he wasn't getting through, and gave up. The girl obviously felt that she was doing nothing wrong, probably because her mother had told her so, and there was no sense in pounding the subject into the ground. Since he had already made up his mind not to do anything, his looking really was innocuous.

"Do you have much more cleaning to do?"

"Only the kitchen and Ellen's room. I'll take care of her room while she's in the tub. I have to change her sheets, too."

"Well, I'll give you a hand and help Ellen while you do the kitchen. I haven't got anything else to do."

"Jeez, thanks, Uncle Ben. I did want to go see my girl friend, and that way I'll get through faster."

His huge prick was still stiff and jumping as he watched her prance toward the kitchen, and he was becoming aware that if the situation remained the same, he was going to walk around with a perpetual hardon. Since both girls had seen the mound caused by Nick's erection, he reasoned that Samantha wouldn't be shocked at his, so he proceeded to follow her and get himself a beer. She was already running water in the sink when he entered and crossed to the refrigerator. As he was popping the top on the can, she turned to speak to him, then noticed the huge protrusion in the front of his robe. Raising her eyes quickly to his face, she gave him an apologetic smile, as though she shouldn't have looked.

"I could have brought that in to you, Uncle Ben."

He grunted, and said, "I need the exercise, honey. I'll go run the water, then get Ellen."

Ben was on the way out when the phone rang, and he stopped to answer it."

"Oh," a sultry, sexy voice said, "is this Mr. Brandon?"

"Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"

"This is Mary Sims, Dr. Larson's nurse. This is my afternoon off, and I wondered if it would be convenient for me to stop by and change the dressings on Ellen's eyes."

"That's very thoughtful of you, but it isn't necessary. You don't have to go to that trouble. Either my sister or myself can bring her in to the office."

"Oh, it's no trouble, really," she said in rich vibrant tones. "I live only a block from you, in the Castle Apartments. I think a lot of Ellen, and it's not out of my way at all."

"Well, if you want to, it would be very nice. My sister has the car, and I don't know when we could make it. Some time around noon, then?"

"Yes. I'll see you then. 'Bye."

"Was that the doctor's office?" Samantha asked when he hung up the receiver.

"Yeah. The nurse."

"Miss Sims. She's really nice. And, boy, is she pretty!"

"Oh?" Ben's interest perked up. If she had looks to go with that voice,! "Are you sure she isn't married?"

"She doesn't wear any rings, I know that."

"Well, she's going to be by here around noon. Make sure you have some clothes on by then. I'll take Ellen to my bathroom in case you want to shower."

"Okay."

Ben went to his bedroom, started the water in the master bath, then went to get his youngest daughter. She was sitting on the side of her bed, listening to her tapes, her covered eyes staring sightlessly at the floor.

"Ready for your bath, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I suppose. Who was that on the phone, Daddy?"

"Miss Sims. She's coming over to take care of your eyes."

"Oh, darn it! I was hoping it would be the doctor, and that he'd take these stupid patches off for good."

He sensed her depressed mood, and felt compassion for her, but tried to keep his manner light. "C'mon, kitten. You can't give up when it's almost over. Let's go get that bath."

He helped her up, then guided her down the hall and through his room to the bath. After slipping her yellow gown off, he eased her down on the closed toilet seat and checked the water in the tub.

"Warm or hot, Ellen?"

"About medium." She sighed sadly. "I feel so darn dumb having to have everyone do things for me like this."

"Nobody minds, baby." He turned off the water and shrugged out of his robe. After standing her in the tub, he asked, "Would you like me to wash you? It'd probably be easier."

Ellen raised and dropped her shoulders unconcernedly. "I don't care. If you want to."

"Of course I do." His cock was rock hard as he soaped a cloth and began rubbing it over her delicious youthful body. She stood very still while he washed her, not flinching when he touched her tits, cunt or ass. Both of them remained silent while he rinsed her, paying particular attention to her fleecy pussy, her tits, and the deep dark crack of her ass.

"That doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked when he was through and staring at her wetly glistening figure while his stiff organ danced in front of him.

"No," she replied simply. "I'm getting used to it now."

Grabbing a towel, he dried her off to the waist, feeling her supple girlish form arouse him maddeningly. It was more than just a mere sexual desire. It was a deep-rooted lust that constricted his throat and made his balls suck up into his groin. Obeying an impulse that roared through him like a horrendous wave, he bent over and began brushing his lips over her fleshy titties and kissing her nipples tenderly.

"Daddy!" she said aghast. "What are you doing?"

"Just kissing you," he replied hoarsely. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"I'm, not sure. Are you supposed to do that?"

"If I love you, yes."

He lifted one of her feet and placed it on the tub rim, then crouched down to dry her legs. His face was only scant inches from her puffy-lipped cunt covered with blonde curls, and the neatness of the virgin nest made his hands tremble. He rubbed her down, then had her step out while he dried her feet. The instant he was through, Ben discarded the towel and began kissing her stomach, abdomen and pelvis, caressing her buns at the same time.

"Daddy, I, wish you wouldn't do that," Ellen whimpered.

Ben paused in his oral petting to look up between the cleavage of her magnificent breasts. "Why not, princess?"

A small shiver ran through her, and her hands tightened on his shoulders. "It makes me feel all funny. I, I can't really explain it. I don't know what it is."

His prick was leaping with urgency for release, and only her plaintive plea reached into his lust-fogged mind. Samantha's nudity had started his juices flowing, and now Ellen's bare body was driving him to such a frenzied state he nearly forgot any sense of morality or decency. With an anguished moan coming from deep in his throat, he rose on rubbery legs, accidentally sliding the hard smooth head of his tool across her belly. Ellen sucked in her breath sharply and involuntarily grabbed for the strange object that had touched her. The second she felt the massive, ridged pole, she jerked her hand back as though his rod were fiery hot.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy!" she wailed. "I didn't know! I thought you had your, oh, God!" Pressing her face against his chest, she began to cry.

"Hey, honey. Don't do that. There's nothing wrong. It was just one of those things. Don't cry now. Please."

The brief feel of her hand on his member had ignited him even further, and now, holding her soft warm body against his, the blazing demands of his loins were beyond control. Reaching for her hand, he curled her fingers around his thrumming piston and held them there, talking to her calmly and soothingly.

"See, darling? There's nothing to be afraid of. It's only another part of my body, like my hand or my arm. It can't hurt you. Feel it."

Ellen was terrified, but didn't want to do anything that would disappoint or upset her father. Choking back sobs, she let him rub her hand up and down his thing, feeling the vast difference between the thick hairy shaft and the silken huge tip. It burned against her palm, yet in a way it was fascinating.

"There, honey," Ben crooned, stroking her long tresses as he kissed her cheek, throat and bare shoulder. "That's not so bad, is it? I felt you, now you can feel me."

The girl sniffed as she flattened her tits against him and held the thing in her grip. She knew boys were different than girls, but had never seen a real penis, and the size of it filled her with awe, especially the enormous knob on the end.

"It's, it's awfully hard, isn't it, Daddy? Is it always like that?"

"No, sweet. You know what it is, don't you?"

"I think so."

"And what it's used for?"

"No, not really. Nobody's ever told me. Should I know?"

Ben kissed her forehead and ear while sliding his hands down her back and over her taut buttocks. "No, hon. I guess you're too young yet. You will soon enough, though."

She was still pumping his organ lightly, gliding her tiny hand from the root to the crown, apparently over the initial shock of feeling and stroking a man's muscle. Ben was tempted to thrust his straining peter through her fist, but was afraid that the humping might frighten her. Scalding cum was rushing through his groin, heading for his prick, and he knew he was going to blow off soon.

"Sit down on the stool, kitten," he moaned, "and keep doing what you're doing! It makes me feel very good!" Placing his hands in her arm pits, he lowered her onto the toilet, then stood in front of her to watch her jack him off.

"Does it really feel good?" she asked wonderingly. "How come?"

He wound his fingers in her hair and fought to stop the quaking in his legs. "I'll explain some other time, darling! Just don't stop! Oh, baby! God! Kiss it, honey! Only the end! Kiss it, Ellen!"

Pulling her head toward him, he wiped the swollen head of his joint across her pink lips, feeling her hot breath swirling around his jumping peter and aching nuts. He was committed now, and had to cum. The river of boiling sperm couldn't be stopped. It was flowing through the tubes in his pelvis and had nearly reached the base of his poker.

"FASTER, HONEY! FASTER! OH DAMN, MY LOVELY BABY! KISS IT, BABY! SQUEEZE IT HARDER! OH, GOD! I'M CLOSE! I'M SSSOOO CLOSE!"

Backing up a step, he released the flood gates in his prick and allowed the jetting stream to pour forth and spray Ellen's tits and chest. As the thick liquid hosed her, it dribbled down over her bare cones and dripped off her large nipples onto her thighs. Her mouth hung open until the last squirts had pelted her, then she looked up at Ben's face although she couldn't see him.

"Daddy! What happened! What was that stuff! I can't see!"

He was still shaking from his powerful ejaculation, and his breathing was strangled. When finally he was able to speak, he said, "Don't let it upset you, honey. It was supposed to happen that way."

"But what was it?" she insisted removing her hand from his cock and gingerly feeling the viscous wetness covering her front. "It's hot, and it feels real weird!"

"It's semen, Ellen," he said ashamedly. "That's, well, what makes babies." Reaching for a wash cloth, he wet it with warm water and began wiping the girl off, a sense of revulsion and pure disgust washing through him.

"I don't get it," she said with a puzzled frown. "How can you make babies like that?"

"Let's not talk about it now, baby," he said, furious with himself. "One of these days we'll have a talk, and I'll explain everything to you."

"I sure hope it's soon," she said as he helped her up and draped the nightie over her. "I don't understand anything about it."

Ben put his robe on, then led the girl back to her room and put her in bed, realizing fully how close he had come to insisting that she suck him off. It was crazy, but true! He actually wanted to have sex with both his daughters! With his mind in that sorry condition, he knew he would have to avoid them as much as possible while Donna was gone, or at least make sure they were fully dressed whenever he was around them. Things were getting out of hand, and it was damned serious!

"Are you going to stay and talk to me for a while?" she asked when she was settled.

He looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was eleven-thirty, giving him ample time to dress before the nurse got there. "Sure, kitten. What do you want to talk about?"

"For serious and real?"

"Of course." He pulled the chair over and sat down. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, are Aunt Donna and the kids going to live with us from now on?"

"I don't know, Ellen. I hadn't really thought about it. Why? Don't you like them?"

"Weeelll, yeah. But, you know what happened in the bathroom just now? I think I kinda liked it, even though I couldn't see what was going on. If they stay here, we couldn't do that any more."

Ben leaned forward and hung his head. "Honey, we can't do it again no matter what happens. I made a mistake, but I won't do it again."

"What mistake? Jeez, Daddy, I wish you'd tell me."

"Fathers and daughters are something special. They don't do things like that. It's sort of hard to explain."

She paused, then said, "I think I understand. You think I'm still a little girl, don't you?"

"Let's face it, honey, you are. And I want you to stay that way as long as possible. Okay?"

Ellen expelled a deep breath. "All right. If you won't talk about that, will you tell me about your trip?"

He had to get out of there, no matter how much he wanted to stay. The sight of her lying on the bed, practically inviting a fuck, was too much for him. He got up and covered her, then bent down for a kiss.

"Hon, I have to get dressed, now. Miss Sims will be here very soon. After she's gone, we'll get you dressed and you can sit in the living room with me. Would you like that?"

"Sure. Just as long as we can be together."

"Right. I'll see you in a little while."

As he was going down the hall, he saw that Samantha's bedroom door was open, and looked in. The young girl was wearing only a pair of brief panties, and was bent over, pulling on a pair of shorts. Her fantastic tits flopped as she straightened up to give him a wide smile.

"I've had my shower, and I'm almost ready to go. Want me to do anything before I leave?"

"I don't think so. Have fun, but be back by supper time."

"I will. I'll just be across the street, anyway."

Ben noticed that she was staring at his robe where his penis would be, and after buttoning up her shorts, she made no effort to pick up and put on the halter that was lying atop the dresser. He let his eyes stray to her titties for a second, then waved goodbye and went on to his room.

He had hung up his robe and was laying out the things he was going to wear when the door opened and Samantha took a halting step in. She wordlessly gave his soft cock and hanging balls a frankly curious appraisal, then flashed him a grin.

"I'm going now. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Fine. Thank you." When she didn't move, he asked, "Was there something else, Samantha?"

"I guess not." She pointed to his wilted prick. "Is that your pee-pee, Uncle Ben?"

Not knowing how to answer that, he nodded dumbly.

Samantha squinched up her nose. "I don't think I'd want one of those. Gotta go, now. 'Bye."

Ben was chuckling to himself as he began dressing. Maybe he was all wrong about the girls and what Donna permitted around the house. If that was all the interest they had in male genitals, he had nothing to worry about. After combing his hair, he headed for the kitchen and a drink. It was a little after twelve by the time he had his highball made, so he sat down in the front room to await the arrival of Miss Sims. Her sexy voice and Samantha's statement had piqued his interest, and he found himself getting anxious to see what this female looked like. He didn't have long to wait. At precisely twelve-twenty, the door bell rang. When he answered it, the vision that greeted him took his breath away for a moment. Miss Sims was a petite brunette with large violet eyes set in a face that was absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform that clung tenaciously to a superb figure, along with the standard white stockings and shoes.

"I take it you're Mr. Brandon," she said, smiling at his quite obvious dumfoundedness. "I'm Miss Sims. May I come in?"

"Absolutely!" He stepped aside and waved her into the living room. "You're very prompt."

"Thank you. I'll go right in and see Ellen."

"Of course. It's through the hall to your,"

"I know," she interrupted him. "I've been here several times. Please excuse me."

Now, that would be a piece of ass and a half, he thought as he watched her disappear into the hallway. Damn!

He resumed his seat and stared thoughtfully out of the front window while he sipped his drink. Miss Sims would be a perfect replacement for Donna while she was gone, and would also take the pressure off him about the girls. Provided, that is, he could get into her pants.

A good excuse to keep her there for a while was to talk about Ellen and her eye problem. With any luck at all, he could at least make a date with her and see what would happen. She seemed to be about thirty, and that was just the right age for a woman to know what it's all about. He was pondering how to go about it and just what he would say when the nurse returned and he stood up. "How are the eyes coming along?"

She remained standing in the middle of the room, looking at him saucily. "They're just fine. The patches should be able to come off in three or four days. She did ask me a curious question, though, for a girl her age."

"Oh? What?"

"She wanted to know what semen was."


Ben was somewhat abashed by her remark, but took it in stride and didn't let his feelings show, since he didn't know exactly what Ellen had said. "Well, Miss Sims, I don't find that so strange. I would assume that to be a natural question to ask a woman in your profession, wouldn't you?"

"Frankly, Mr. Brandon, I would have thought that, well, your sister is taking care of her in your absence, and since Ellen has no mother, she should have explained the facts of life to her."

Partly to find out what Ellen had said, and partly to see just what kind of a woman this was, he asked, "Look, if you've got a few minutes, I'd like to talk to you, about Ellen. Since you're off, would you care for a drink? Or a cup of coffee?"

A smile played on her lips as she eyed him speculatively. "Thank you. I have some time. If you don't mind, I'd like a drink. It doesn't matter what."

"Wonderful. Sit down, please. I'll be right back."

When he returned with a highball, he found her sitting down with her attractive legs crossed, her dress high on her shapely thighs. He handed her the glass, then dropped into his chair and lit a cigarette while he mentally evaluated the possibilities of getting into her cunt.

She hoisted her glass, took a sip, then said, "Very good. It's just what I needed. Thank you. Mr. Brandon, please don't misinterpret what I said. No criticism was meant. It's only that fifteen-year old girls today are for the most part not at all naive or bashful about sex. It merely surprised me that Ellen didn't know what sperm was."

"I'd rather you call me Ben. You see, the problem is probably a little deeper than you may realize. I'm an engineer, and because of my particular talents, I have to be gone much of the time, and I'm afraid I haven't guided my daughter as I should."

The corners of her lips turned up in a smile, but there was much more than that in her eyes. "I know, Ben. Ellen is very proud of you. She's discussed you many times with me, since Dr. Larson is the family physician and I've seen her often. Check-ups and the like. We've become pretty good friends." She had noticed where Ben's eyes were wandering, and deliberately recrossed her legs seductively. "And, my name is Mary."

He made no effort to avert his eyes, and watched her movements with intense concentration. "At any rate, it's an unusual and sometimes difficult situation at best, Mary. I've told my sister, Donna, to be very strict with Ellen, and I'm afraid she took me seriously, particularly in the matter of sex education."

"I can understand that. Your sister is trying to be protective in that area, and I think that's admirable. However, I've seen many cases where ignorance has resulted in more problems than good instruction. After all, a person, especially a young and attractive girl, should be forewarned of the pitfalls before she falls into them, don't you think?"

Ben mulled that over, then nodded. "Yes, Donna and I talked this over, and we plan to handle it as soon as we can."

The nurse leaned forward, giving him a view of the tight cleft showing at the top of her dress where her large tits were pressed together. "To be honest, Ben, you'd be doing Ellen a service. You have no idea how many girls even younger than Ellen come into our office either pregnant or with venereal disease. They get into trouble simply because they don't know what the score is."

Donna's statements came rushing back to him, and it began to dawn on him that his sister had been totally correct. It was he who had been out of step with what was going on in the world, and it didn't set well. He would have to change his thinking, and as soon as possible.

"You don't think that Ellen has,?" He couldn't finish the frightening question.

"No, of course not. But she is a pretty girl with a figure that is going to give boys ideas. My advice is to lay things out for her as soon as you can, and as bluntly as you can."

"And Samantha?"

"The same thing. Don't pull any punches. Medical terms are only used for reports, and don't mean a thing to children. Tell it like it is, as they say."

During the conversation, Ben had been more than a little distracted by the woman's stocking-covered thighs and the swells of her breasts showing above her uniform. His prick had been swelling gradually, sliding down against his thigh and making a bulge in the leg of his slacks. He hadn't realized how apparent it was until she nodded at his crotch, her violet eyes smoky.

"Ben, I believe you're getting an erection. Am I getting to you, or is it the talk?"

He hastily covered his lap, startled by her abrupt comment, and felt his face flush. All he could think of to say in reply was, "You're mistaken, Mary."

"Oh, please, Ben. I'm a nurse remember? I know a hardon when I see it. Do you want me? Is that it? Or do you want to go climb into bed with your daughter?"

"You've got it all wrong!" he said sharply, suddenly on the defensive. "I wasn't thinking anything of the kind."

There was a smoldering expression of lust on her face as she set her drink aside and looked at him. "Nonsense. You're a virile handsome male with all the natural instincts. You're a widower, and you've been gone a long time. I just saw Ellen in her gown, and that's enough to turn any male on. Then there's the point about her question."

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you think I've done anything to her?"

The beautiful nurse shook her head. "I have no idea, but it's the first time she's ever asked me anything about sex, and it happened right after you got back. I can at least put two and two together."

Ben was beginning to fathom the fact that she saw through him completely, and he was not only worried, but also irked that she would come on so strong. "And what would you say if I said I did want you?"

"Take you up on it. I've seen your picture and heard about you, and now that we're face-to-face, I'm ready. I'm not a bad lady, but I'm not stupid enough to think I could compete with a young virgin. It's up to you."

"All right." He decided to call her bluff. Unzipping his fly, he whipped out his cock that was nearly at full extension and let her look at it. "If you want it, here it is."

She uttered an involuntary gasp when she saw his monstrous, vibrating organ, and her hand dropped to her pelvis. "Oh, Ben! It's just as wonderful as I knew it would be! Are we going to be alone for a while?"

"Yes, except for Ellen."

"I closed her door, so she can't hear us." Mary stood up with her purse. "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute."

He hurried across the room to lock the front door just in case, then returned to his chair and began stroking the sensitive organ that was soon going to be embedded in Mary's juicy pussy. She came back a moment later and put her purse down.

"Ready?" the nurse asked.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"

"No. I like to do it dressed. Makes me feel like I'm being raped. On the floor or the couch?"

"The floor. But at least take your tits out."

Ben slid off the chair to his knees and waited while she undid the top buttons of her uniform. Then she unhooked three snaps in the center of her brassiere and pulled it apart to expose two massive tits with brown, hard nipples.

"I always wear a maternity bra," she said as she sank onto her back on the carpet. "It makes things easier."

As he began crawling toward her, she lifted her hips and pulled her dress up to her waist. She had taken her panties off, but left on the garter belt that held up her stockings. At that point, Ben stopped and gawked with astonishment. Her cunt was as bald as a baby's! There wasn't a hair on her pelvis, pussy lips, or in her crotch!

"Do you like that?" she asked coyly. "Most guys do. They say it's like fucking a little girl's cunny. I shave it every other day, like I do my legs."

"I've never seen anything like it!" he replied truthfully.

When she parted her thighs and drew her knees up, he still couldn't move forward. The sight was too much. The scalped puffy outer lips were spread, as were the petal-like inner folds. Her clitoris was hard, and stuck up like the tip of a little finger. He could see right into the gaping hole of her pussy, where fluid was oozing out in a tiny trickle.

"Well," she said, panting hard, "aren't you going to fuck me?"

"Jesus Christ, yes!" Inching up to her, he bent down and rubbed his lips over the satiny skin of her pussy, licked at the sweet honey, then teased her clit with his tongue.

"Gggaaahhh! Ooohhh! I knew you'd be good at it! Lick it, sweet! Lap that creamy fuck hole! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"

Raising his head, he creeped up on top of her to suck each of her tremendous tits individually, nuzzling his face into their warm softness, then squirmed upward until he could brush the head of his prick on her hairless snatch. She had been right. It did feel like a kid's cunny!

"Don't play around!" she moaned, writhing her wet crotch against him. "I want a fuck, not love! Jab it in, for God's sake! Give me that beautiful piece of meat! Gggaaahhh! Oh, hurry! Hurry!"

She reached between them for his rigid pole and jammed the tip into her slimy hole. Then, grabbing his ass with both hands, she lunged upward, burying his piston to the hilt in her steamy sheath.

"Mary! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Goddamn, what a cunt! Uuunnnggghhh! Now show me what a good lay you are! Fuck me! Use that pussy like you meant it!"



Ellen lay quietly on her bed after the nurse had put drops in her eyes. She was waiting impatiently for her father, who had promised to come in when Miss Sims had left, to tell him that while the patches had been off, she had been able to see, though her vision was a little watery.

She thought she heard faint voices, but couldn't be quite sure. Anyway, if she did it was probably Aunt Donna or Samantha, and she was anxious to tell them the good news, too. Everything was going to be all right now, and pretty soon she would be normal again.

Unable to keep her good news to herself, she finally slipped out of bed and felt her way cautiously to the door to the hall. Finding the knob, she turned it, then began walking forward with her hand against the wall to guide her. She hadn't gone three steps before she could distinctly hear heavy breathing, then Miss Sims's whimpering voice.

"Fuck me, Ben! Oh, Lord, get it way up inside me! Ream that cunt! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Ooohhh! Fuck! Fuck! Your prick is so Goddamn huge! Don't take it easy on me! Pound my cunt! Oh, Ben! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

"You're getting it all, baby!" Ben groaned. "Every last damn inch of it! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Keep it up! Hunch your ass! Fuck, you gorgeous little whore! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Squeeze it! Snap on it! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"

Ellen was padding onward stealthily, searching for the door to the living room, trying to make her youthful mind decipher the words that were ringing in her ears. Most of it didn't make sense to her at all. Why should her father and the nurse be talking to each other like that? As far as she knew, they'd never met until today.

"More, Daddy, more!" Mary was sobbing. "Oh, God, make me cum! Make me cum hard! Drive it into me! Rape me! HUH! HUH! OH! OH! THAT'S MY LOVER! DEEP! DEEP!"

Ben could hear the noisy schlucking sound of his prick as he speared it into her milk-filled pussy and banged his cockhead against her uterus again and again. Her legs were wrapped around him and locked together, and her nails were raking his back.

"Fuck, you little whore bitch!" he grunted. "Screw like a nympho! Hump! You were right! You're a fantastic fuck! Tell me when you're ready, honey! I'm trying to hold it!"

Daddy? Lover? Rape? Whore? Bitch? Ellen knew or had heard those words before, but why were they saying them to each other? Why? They sounded as though they were in pain, too! What were they doing? What was going on?

When her groping hand finally located the door jamb, the only sounds in the air were grunts and simpers and the fleshy thump of bodies hitting together. Her heart was in her throat, and her legs seemed incapable of holding her up. She thought of speaking to let them know she was there, but something held her back, something she sensed rather than knew.

But she had to see! She just had to!

Reaching up to her forehead for the tape that held the patch to her right eye, she carefully peeled it down. For a moment everything was a blur because of the drops that had just been put in. She blinked, squinted, then blinked again, trying to bring things into focus.

Then she saw, and everything in her world all at once became unreal.

Her father was lying on top of Miss Sims, pushing something that was sticking out of his pants into her. It didn't dawn on her at that moment that the thing was what she had held in the bathroom, as it was now covered with white cum that matted the hair on it. Ellen could also see that the woman had her legs high, circling his waist, and that her bare breast was squished out from under his chest.

"I'm getting close, Ben!" Mary yelped. "I'm getting there! Harder! Oh, damn you, harder! Fuck me! OH! OH! OH! KEN!"

"I'M GOING TO CUM!" Ben groaned loudly. "Damn! Mary! Let it go! Jesus! Can't hold it! Mary!"

His legs jerked and his body tensed as the molten river of cum spewed from his jumping prick into the nurse's belly, pouring forth in jet after jet, filling the brunette's cunt to overflowing. It seeped out past his impaled joint into her cunt's furrow, and his last thrusts were making squishy noises.

"Ben! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm doing it! I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg! Oh, Christ, it's heavenly!"

Mary arched off the rug in passion as the flaming explosion ripped through her. She dug the heels of her shoes into the crack of his ass to draw him even further into her, scarcely aware of the chafing zipper that was sawing against her vulva. Then she went limp and hugged him close, whimpering with pleasure as her climax slowly dissipated.

Ben nuzzled her satiny throat until he could catch his breath, then slithered his dripping organ from her sopping pussy and sat back on his haunches, staring at the coral oval of her pussy where the inner lips had been spread and flattened by his groin. Fuck juice was trickling from her dilated hole, and running down over her ass.

"Was that good enough, ma'am?" he asked jokingly.

She placed both hands on her abdomen and moaned softly. "I should hope so! God, I feel like I've just been taken by a pile driver! Ooohhh! That was some fuck, Mr. Brandon!"

"Glad you liked it. I know I sure as hell did."

Ellen turned away from the scene, her mind reeling, and raced back to her room with the patch still off so she could see. Once in her bed, she replaced the tape on her forehead and laid there shivering, struggling to comprehend what her father had done.

"Better hit the bathroom again," Mary said, gathering her legs together and rising to her feet. "You must have hosed a gallon into me."

"The way my balls feel, I believe it," Ben said, feeling a tic in his thighs as he rose.

He went to the kitchen to wash his cum-streaked cock with a wet paper towel, and when he was tucking his wilted pecker back, he noticed that his slacks were soaking wet around the fly. He dried them as best he could, then returned to his chair and drink.

"Well, what's the verdict?" the nurse asked when she came back.

Ben frowned at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

She sat down and picked up her glass. "I mean, do you want more of the same? I told you I don't live far from here. All by myself. You're welcome any time, as long as you bring that big old cock with you."

He grinned and lit a cigarette. "I'll take you up on that, when you're not busy. I'm sure other studs are anxious to get into that hot box of yours."

She looked at him squarely. "Don't let what happened give you the wrong idea, Ben. I'm damn particular about who I lay. I may have seemed like a slut in white today, and I can be when I want to, but it doesn't happen all the time. I'm independent as hell, especially when it comes to who I fuck."

"I'm sure you are. Another drink?"

"No, thank you. This is my day at the beauty parlor. But I would like to offer you one at my place, any time you say. Are you free this evening?"

"I don't know yet. Possibly. How about if I give you a call?

"I'll be there, ready and waiting." She took a pad and pencil from her large purse and wrote down her address and phone number, then handed him the slip of paper. "Call after six. Okay?"

"Sure." He stood up and followed her to the door. "Maybe next time we can make it a little more interesting."

She turned, giggled, then squeezed his soft tool as she stood on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss. "Wait till you see what I can do with my mouth, lover. I can suck your balls right out through your prick."

Ben laughed as he opened the door. "I'll just bet you can. Sit tight for my call."

"I'll sit, but I won't be tight. 'Bye, Ben. It's been fun."

Going to the window, he watched her swiveling ass until she climbed into her new compact car and drove away, thinking that she was one of the quickest free fucks he had ever had. And one of the best, too. The thought crossed his mind as he turned away from the window and started for his bedroom that she might be setting him up to hook him into marriage.

"No way, baby," he murmured, grinning as he went down the hall. "I'd never be able to trust you out of my sight."

He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower to wash away the musky aroma of fuck and the smell of her perfume. He wouldn't want the girls to suspect what he and the delightful Miss Sims had done. When he had toweled himself off, he got into his robe again and went out to remove any trace of the nurse's stay in the living room. It was nearly one-thirty when he poured himself a bourbon and water, selected some records, and turned on the stereo. Then he sat down in his recliner to do some serious thinking. What Mary Sims had said coincided closely with Donna's opinion, and he was beginning to see the merits of the argument. But he had never handled a situation like that, and didn't have the faintest notion of how it should be done. His father had spoken to him when he was a boy, as his mother had to Donna, but they didn't say much, and since he and his sister had already been fucking, they didn't learn a damn thing new. What good would a talk do? Sex can't be explained with words. It would be like giving verbal instruction on how to drive a car, then expecting the student to get behind the wheel and take off. He and Donna had fumbled and experimented for quite a while before they had found out how to please each other, and it was only through the process of trial and error that they had learned. As far as he knew, all the children of their generation had done the same thing, even when they got married. How the hell do you tell a kid how it feels to suck a cock or be sucked, or to eat a pussy or be eaten? How do you explain to a girl that a guy might want to drive his prick up her ass? Those things are just as important as fucking, and mean just as much. Can you say in words how it feels to come? If there was a way to get all that across by discussion, he sure as hell didn't know about it. Staring gravely at the glass in his hand, he shook his head and was reaching for a cigarette when the phone rang. As he went to answer it, he hoped that it wasn't his boss asking for the report on his last job, the one that he hadn't gotten around to writing.

"Hi," Donna said. "It's me. I thought I'd better let you know I'll be longer than I thought. We have to wait for Nick's new pants to be cuffed, and I still haven't picked up the tickets yet. How are things going?"

"All right. The nurse was here to take care of Ellen's eyes."

"Oh?" There was a tartness to her voice. "And what did you think of that pretty little twist?"

"She's okay. Seems to know her job."

"She knows a helluva lot more than that, dear. Better watch out, or she'll have you in bed before you know it."

Ben smiled to himself. "I can take care of myself, Sis."

"I'm sure. Well, anyway, have Samantha fix you some lunch, if she hasn't already. We're going to eat down here."

"Samantha's not here, but I'll get something for Ellen. Anything else?"

"No. See you in a few hours. 'Bye."

As he hung up. Ben remembered he had told Ellen he would bring her out of the bedroom for a while, and cursed himself for letting it slip his mind. He went directly to her room, knocked, and opened the door.

"Sorry I'm so late, honey. Are you getting hungry? It's way past lunch time."

The girl rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. "No, Daddy. I don't have any appetite. I can wait till supper."

She wanted desperately to ask him about what she had seen going on in the living room, but couldn't get up the courage to formulate the words. Even if she could, she would have to admit what she had done, and didn't know whether he would like it or not.

Feeling guilty about forgetting his promise, Ben said, "If you want, we can get you dressed now and go into the living room for a while."

"Yeah, I'd like that," she said, sitting up, "but I have to go to the bathroom first."

"Let's go, then."

He helped her to the bathroom, waited while she pulled her gown up to her waist, then eased her down onto the toilet seat. To his surprise, she started pissing right away without asking him to step outside. As he stared at her pussy and listened to the urine pour into the bowl, his cock began to rise quickly. It seemed impossible, after the screwing he'd just had, but there it was.

They didn't exchange a word while she wiped herself, then let him lead her back to her bedroom. When she was seated on the bed, she smiled and reached for his hand, gripping it tightly.

"Guess what, Daddy?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"I can see! Really! When the nurse took the patches off to change them, I could actually see! Isn't that great!"

"Wonderful!" He hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Now, let's find you some clothes."


Multitudinous thoughts were rolling around inside Ben's head as he rummaged through Ellen's dresser drawers in search of something for the girl to wear. He found shorts, panties, bra and sweater, then in the closet he came across a pair of sandals. All the time he was hunting, the pretty nymph remained on the bed, hands clasped, listening to his movements quietly.

"There, I think that should do," he said finally, bringing the things over and laying them next to her. "Are you going to need some help?"

"Uh huh," she said, rising. "I can't tell the front from the back of the darn stuff."

He smiled as he helped her out of the nightie. "Okay. That's what I'm here for."

"Daddy," Ellen said timidly as she lifted her arms for him, "I think there's something I should tell you."

"Oh? What's that?" There was a catch in his throat as he tossed the gown aside and stared at his daughter's tremendous tits and ringlet-covered cunt.

She lowered her arms and tilted her face in his direction. "I hope you won't be mad, but I asked Nurse Sims what semen was."

"And what did she say?" he asked, trying to sound as blase as he could.

"Well, she said a man puts his seed in a girl, and they have a baby."

"That's about right." He picked up her brief panties, striving to maintain his self-control, but feeling his cock beginning to extend.

"But, where does he put the seed? That's the part I still don't understand. Can't you tell me? Miss Sims said I'm old enough to know those things."

He stood facing her, the sheer panties dangling from his limp fingers as he scanned the girl's luscious, satiny figure, knowing that it would take only a few simple acts to change her from a naive girl into an aware woman., Both his sister and the nurse had nearly convinced him what had to be done, but his conscience was still putting up a fight.

"Honey, can't you wait just a little while until Aunt Donna gets back? She can tell you what you need to know much better than I can."

"I'd rather you told me, Daddy. You're my father. If Mom was here, she'd do it, wouldn't she?"

Ben nodded mutely, forgetting for the moment that Ellen couldn't see him. "Yes, I suppose she would. Sit down, and I'll do the best I can. I'm not used to this sort of thing."

She felt his weight when he dropped down on the mattress next to her, then turned with her hands folded primly in her bare lap. She could hear his raspy breathing and sensed that he was nervous, but didn't know why. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Well, baby," he began slowly, "you know what my penis feels like."

"Uh huh."

His next words came out in a rush. "A man puts his penis in a hole between a girl's legs and then his semen goes into her womb, where the baby starts."

"You mean down here?" she asked, shyly placing the tips of her fingers on the pouting lips of her swollen pussy.

"Yes." His hands were quivering, and he had to grab his knees to keep them still. "The same opening where you menstruate from."

"God!" she gasped, recoiling. "It's too big to fit in there!"

"No, it's not, sweet." He gritted his teeth and swallowed, feeling a burgeoning surge of excitement as he watched her touch her girlish cunny. "Here, let me show you what I mean. Lay back."

Ellen fell back willingly, folding her hands on her abdomen, her legs draped over the side of the bed. Ben pushed her velvety thighs apart tenderly, then rested on an elbow while he caressed the girl's down-covered pussy. Spreading her vulval lips, he began fondling her labia, parting the petal-like folds to rub the slick canyon with the tip of his index finger. She winced slightly, then let the tension flow from her as he titillated her sensitive love nest.

"Ooohhh, Jeez, Dad!" she whimpered. "That makes me feel all funny again, like it did when you gave me a bath!"

"I know, honey," he crooned, his prick leaping beneath his robe. "It's supposed to. Have you ever heard that part of you is called a cunt, or anything like that?"

"No."

"Well, that's what it is, and this is what a guy is supposed to do to it. It makes the girl wet. Can you feel it?"

"Uh huh. I'm starting to. I tickle inside, too."

"Good. Now, my penis is called a cock or prick. I'm going to show you with my finger how it goes inside a girl. All right?"

Delightful tremors were fluttering through her, but she was still reluctant. She had thought all they would do is talk, and this was totally unexpected. "Will it hurt?"

"Of course not. All women do it. It's the only way they can have children."

"Okay, then. I sure feel weird, though. It would be a lot better if I could see what you're doing."

"All you have to do is feel it, baby. Sex is usually done in the dark, anyway."

The delicate mouth of her pussy was becoming moist as he rimmed it with his finger, but it was not wet enough yet for insertion. While he thumbed her dainty little clitoris gently, he lowered his head and began kissing her fleshy tits, wiping his lips across her pink nipples and feeling them harden.

"Daddy!" she panted. "Oh, wow! I'm getting scared! Really strange things are going on in my tummy! Jeezus! This is too much!"

"It's all right," he whispered, feeling her vibrate under his loving caresses. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Daddy's only trying to show you what sex feels like. Once you see, you'll understand how beautiful it is."

In her world of darkness, all Ellen could go by were the joyous tingles that seemed to reverberate through her torso and limbs. His lips and hand were light, yet in a way demanding, on her body, forcing contractions in her abdomen that were similar to her menstrual cramps but infinitely more wonderful.

When a tiny trickle of dew began to seep from her orifice, Ben carefully inched the tip of his finger into her cunt, cautiously feeling for the membrane of her hymen that he was certain she still had. The tube was tight, as he knew it would be, stretching only enough to admit his probing digit.

"Daddy!" she simpered, struggling not to pull away or writhe as the thick finger pierced her virginal pussy. "That's enough! Please! I see what it's like!"

Ben was still sucking and slurping on her tits, the ache in his genitals having grown to agonizing proportions. With his finger in her drooling snatch and her lush cones brushing his face, all inhibitions had fled, and incestuous lust was making his heart beat fiercely in his chest.

"Ooohhh, baby!" he moaned, his feverish mind caught up in the turmoil of heated passion. "Let Daddy give you a climax! Let me show you what it's like to cum! Lord! You're such a fantastically perfect girl!"

"No, Dad! Don't! Honest, I've had enough! You're really scaring me! No more! Please!"

Even as she was pleading with him, he was sliding off the bed to the floor, undoing the sash of his robe as he crawled between her parted legs. The coral-colored inner lips were open, and he found himself staring into the puckered opening of her cunt and the pink sphincter of her ass.

"Honey, I'm going to lick your cunt and make you cum! You're going to love it! Just relax and let Daddy lap that juicy pussy. It feels so good you'll probably want me to do it again! Take it easy! Damn, you smell so good!"

Ellen felt his hot, steamy breath against her pussy and ass, and while it was pleasant, it wasn't enough to dissipate her fears. Her stomach was churning, and there was an uncontrollable tic in her leg muscles. Then he was nuzzling the insides of her thighs and teasing the furrow in her crotch with his tongue.

"Daddy, no, please! You shouldn't! It's not right! Nnnooo! Oh, God! Stop! Hhhuuuhhh! Stop! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Ben lowered his mouth to the crack of her ass and, starting with her ass, he sloshed and swabbed his tongue all the way up to her clit, which was now poking out of its tiny sheath. He savored the sweet taste of her honey before swallowing it, inhaling deeply her fresh girlish scent while he drank her love juice.

"Dad! Please don't! Something's happening inside me! Stop! OOOHHH, GOD, STOP!"

He had lifted her legs and had hung them over his shoulders, and she was clamping his head with her thighs to keep him from burrowing his gobbling mouth into her slash. His tongue was up her now while his nose rubbed against that funny little thing that sent electric shocks through her. Her mind was spinning, and multicolored lights were flashing behind her squinted eyelids.

Ben could hardly hear her cries with her legs pressed so tightly against his ears. Twirling his tongue around in her flaming pussy, he moved his hands up across her rib cage to cover and knead her plump tits. Through the haze that filled his head, he was determined to make her climax, but not at the expense of driving his organ into her and taking her cherry. That he could not do!

"Dad!" she shrieked. "Something crazy is happening to me! Oh, don't! Dddaaaddd! Please get up! Stop! Oh, stop! I don't want to feel like this!"

Startling contractions gripped her, making her convulse spasmodically. She lurched off the mattress, thrusting her crotch at his face with a crazed abandon that overpowered her. Radiant heat poured out from her pelvis to encompass her and make her nipples tingle. She clutched his wrists with fierce tenacity until the breathtaking sensation passed, then slumped back weakly to let the waves of orgasm roll away.

"Daddy, I'm, too, weak, to, move," she said in a quavering voice. "I, didn't, know, you, were, going, to do, that!"

Ben lowered her feet to the floor, wiped his mouth, then rose with his rigid pecker doing a dance in front of him. "Ellen, I just didn't know how else to do it, to show you. I'm sorry if it shocked you, but couples do that all the time, and there's nothing wrong with it. Do you understand any better now?"

The girl sat up and rubbed her thighs with clammy palms. "A little bit better. Is that what a girl feels like when a guy puts his whatchmacallit inside her?"

"That's right. It's almost the same thing."

"And that stuff, semen, comes out of the guy? In her tummy?"

"Uh huh. It's called intercourse, or fucking." He looked down at the painfully swollen joint jutting out from his pelvis, and wondered if he had the nerve to ask her to jack him off again. He had put her through quite enough already, and wasn't sure he should ask more of her.

"Why did you want to suck my breasts?" she asked suddenly. "I thought they were just to feed babies with."

He shook his head sadly as he closed his robe over his erection, realizing he should never have started this without Donna's help. "Almost all men and boys like to suck them too, baby."

"But why?"

"Because they're nice and soft and they taste good. Are you ready to get dressed, now?"

She reached down and felt the wetness in the hair surrounding her gash. "I think I should wash up first. I'm kinda sticky and messy."

"Sure, hon. Take my hand. Here."

Leading her to the bathroom, Ben wet a cloth and knelt in front of her to wipe off her pussy. Aching twinges were circulating in his prick and testicles, and he knew he'd have to get his rocks off soon or wind up with blue balls for the rest of the day. It wasn't a pleasant prospect to look forward to.

"Daddy, what does the girl do to the guy when he licks her like you licked me?" Ellen, asked, almost as though she could read his mind while he dried her crotch.

"Oh, several things," he replied, hanging up the towel.

"Like what?"

"Well, like holding him the way you did to me this morning, or, putting her mouth on it." They said to be factual, and damn it, that's what he was going to do.

"Really?" the girl asked, astonished. "The whole thing?"

"Most of it, anyway. C'mon. Let's go get some clothes on you."

"I'll put my hand on it again, if you want me to," Ellen volunteered as they were going down the hall. "It wasn't bad, and I wouldn't mind."

She wasn't too enthusiastic about it, but he had said it had pleased him, and she was willing to do anything in her power to make him happy and keep him around for as long as she could.

"It's nice of you to offer, honey, but it isn't necessary. I think we should get you in the living room and surprise your Aunt Donna when she comes back."

It wasn't what he meant at all. He wanted her to jerk him off with her small warm hand, but things were going too far too fast, and he wasn't sure just where he could draw the line. The taste of her pussy still lingered in his mouth, and when he thought of how her scalding virgin sheath would feel on his straining prick it sent chills up his spine.

At the bedside, he helped her step into her panties and pulled them up, then fitted the cups of her bra to her tits, turning her around so he could fasten it. He was an expert at undoing the damn things, but he was at a loss at how to connect them again. He was struggling with it intently when the hard nose of his stiff joint rubbed against the crack of her ass. Ellen silently reached behind her, pushed her hand under his robe, and wrapped her fingers around his long thick erection.

Her hold wasn't uncertain this time. It was firm, and she could feel an electric desire exuding from the organ in her grasp, but for what she didn't know. She wanted feverishly to rip the patches from her eyes and look at her father's muscle, to gaze on it and examine it, but knew he would never stand for that.

"Daddy," she said softly, turning to face him but keeping her fist on his penis, "I'll even put my mouth on it. You said that's what girls do."

Ellen's sweet innocence and childish purity were tearing him apart. He knew that what she was doing was fighting in her own way for his love and attention, acting without guile to make him stay with her and be the father he should be. That knowledge only added to his overwhelming desire to make her take the place of the wife he had lost.

"Don't, kitten," he said, his voice a croak. "This won't get either of us anywhere. It'll only make things worse."

"It won't hurt me, will it?"

"No, but,!" He gripped her shoulders and hung his head, wanting to harshly reprimand her, yet yearning for her mouth on his sore swollen joint.

"Then I'll do it," Ellen said firmly, sitting down on the bed in front of him. Guided by her hand on his cock, she leaned forward and pressed her soft lips against the satin-smooth tip of his rod.

"Oh, God, baby," he moaned, twining his fingers in her blonde hair as he stepped up between her feet. All restraint was gone now. Whatever principles he had had were swallowed up in his urgent need for her tender mouth on his prick. Every man has his boundaries, and he had overstepped his with carnal intent. "Suck it, sweet! Jesus! Take it in your mouth and suck on it! Don't hold back! Use your tongue, too!"

The girl was holding the root of his tendoned peter as she parted her lips and took the gigantic poker into her mouth. The cockhead entered, then the hairy shaft. She tried not to scrape her teeth on it as the velvety knob slid over her tongue and rubbed against her palate. Her jaws were opened wide, but still the thick penis filled her mouth.

Ben let her take in as much of his member as she could, then began pumping his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with long even strokes and watching his tool go in and out of her oral cavity.

"Suck it, Ellen! Suck, honey! Oh, Jesus, baby, that feels so damn good! That's it! Suck harder! Make Daddy cum, sweetheart! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Ellen was amazed at how simple and easy it was to please him. His penis felt good in her mouth, and the hair on his shaft tickled her lips as he speared it in and out. Obeying him, she applied suction to the immense pole, drawing her cheeks in until she had it clamped tight. It was then that she felt his swinging scrotum and reached down with her free hand to cup his testicles. They were like huge marbles enclosed in a sack.

"Lord, Ellen, more! Suck, baby! OOOHHH, Fuck! Fuck! Your mouth is beautiful! Suck me off! Christ, you're tremendous!"

His asscheeks were clenched tightly and his legs quavered as he wormed his thrumming prick deeper and deeper into her mouth with each thrust. It was exactly like screwing a tight cunt, and the cum was already bubbling its way toward his organ. There was nothing else in the world now except his daughter's lovely mouth, and all he could think of was expelling his load into it. The girl's jaws were beginning to ache, and she was becoming worried as the huge cockhead penetrated farther down her throat. It was already touching her tonsils, and she was afraid she was going to gag if it went any deeper. Still, she mouthed it as best she could, swishing her tongue across his cock as he darted in more and more quickly.

The tendons on Ben's neck stood out sharply and his face was beginning to redden as he gripped her head tightly and plowed his rod through her lips. The pressure she was applying to his prick was drawing the sperm rapidly through his groin, and the starting rapture of ejaculation was surging through him.

"Suck, Ellen! Ooohhh, blow me! Fffuuuccckkk! Lord, what a mouth! Suck sweet! Daddy's about ready! Oh, fuck! Fuck!" The giant ten-inch prick punching her mouth was getting even larger, and Ellen was concerned that she couldn't take any more. Her Dad was already pushing it in so far it was touching the back of her throat, and it was getting difficult to breathe. She was nearly at the point of backing away when he suddenly withdrew, leaving only the head between her lips, and a gush of hot thick semen spewed into her mouth. The release of his pent-up wad made Ben jerk spastically and a violent shudder ran through him. His back arched and his legs bent as he threw his head back to stare blindly at the ceiling. The explosion took the girl off-guard. She hadn't expected him to shoot off in her mouth, and her cheeks bloated with the river of seething cum until she could choke it down. It seemed as though it would never stop, but gradually the squirting jets slowed to a trickle, and she was able to swallow it all.

Heaving a deep sigh, Ben took a step backward, popping his cock from between her lips. One look at her cum-soaked lips was all it took to make him feel weak with shame. He knelt in front of her and tenderly wiped her mouth with the sleeve of his robe.

"God, honey," he groaned, "I'm so awfully sorry that happened. I, I meant to pull out, but I just couldn't. You're not sick or anything, are you?"

Ellen rinsed her mouth with saliva, then said, "No, Daddy. I guess I'm okay. I didn't know you were going to do that is all. I'll be fine in a minute."

Putting his arms around her, he pushed his face into the valley between her bra-covered tits and hugged her tightly. "Are you sorry that you did it, honey?"

She circled his neck and pulled him close.

"Huh, uh, Daddy. If that's what you wanted, I don't care. As long as you're happy, I am, too."

He pulled away and got to his feet. "Do you want to finish getting dressed, now? Everyone else should be getting home pretty soon."

"Yeah, I think I would."

She rose and stood silently while he helped her on with the rest of her things. Strange and eerie things had happened to her while she was sucking him, and she was trying to sort them out. She had felt as she had many times when she wanted something special to eat, but couldn't make up her mind what. Then too, there was a moisture in her crotch again that she had felt when he touched her down there.

"Daddy," she asked as he was buckling her sandals, "did Mom ever do that to you? Putting her mouth on it, I mean?"

"Yes, she did. Many, many times." It couldn't harm anything now to admit the facts.

"Did she like it?"

He straightened up and patted her on the arm. "She certainly did. She told me so often."

"Is it better than that other thing? You know, uhh, fucking?"

"Not better, but just as good. You see, baby, there are a lot of different ways to have sex. Some of them we haven't talked about yet, but you'll learn about them in time."

"Oh. Well, all right. Can we go in the living room, now?"

"Sure thing. Here's my hand."

He took her in and seated her in a chair, then told her he was going to go dress. After putting some records on the stereo, he headed for his room. As he selected clothes and put them on, he swore at himself quietly for letting things go so far. Of course, what could he logically expect from himself? He had been living a lie for years.

In the living room, Ellen was having thoughts of a different nature. She was still overawed by the physical and mental aspects of sex and the way they had affected her. The thrilling sensations had left her baffled, wondering whether her reactions were normal or whether it was because it was her father she was involved with.

The sound of the front door opening startled her and her head spun around even though she couldn't see.

"Well, hello, there," Donna said. "My, I didn't expect to see you up and around. How are you feeling?"

"Oh, all right. Dad's getting dressed."

"I should hope so. It's late enough. Nick, take those packages to your room and start packing. We haven't got much time. I have a million things to do before we leave."

"Yes, ma'am."

The boy left the room, and Donna sagged down into a chair. She lit a cigarette and wiped a hand across her brow. "Well, did you and your father have a good time this morning?"

A smile flitted across Ellen's face. "Yes. It's nice to have him back."

Ben strolled in then and nodded to his sister. "Get everything done?"

"Finally, thank God. You wouldn't believe the stores. And those idiots at the travel agency that couldn't make up their mind where they wanted to take their vacation. Jesus! What a mess!"

"I imagine. What time do you have to leave?"

Donna glanced at her watch. "Oh, damn. Ben, be a dear and call me a cab for an hour from now. You'll want the car, and it's a lot easier to take a taxi."

"Okay. I'll fix us a drink, too."

Oh, Jeez! Ellen thought. Now I'll be almost alone with him for a while! Wow!


After phoning for a cab, Ben mixed two highballs and took them back to Donna's room. She already had two suitcases open on the bed and was packing them with things from her dresser drawers. He set her glass on the dresser, then found room on the corner of the bed to sit down.

"Any idea how long you'll be gone?"

She shook her head as she took a quick sip of the drink. "I really don't know. It all depends on how Dad is, and how Mom feels when she gets home."

"Give me a call and let me know how things are."

"I will." She peeled off her dress, then began selecting clothes from the closet and folding them neatly into one of the bags.

Ben stared at the woman's tits that bulged out over her bra and the dark patch of hair that showed through her thin panties. With her garter belt, high heels and nylons, she looked as sexy as hell, and he felt a twinge in his prick. "Got time for a quickie before you go?" he asked, half-jokingly.

"I wish I did, darling, but I simply can't. I was hoping I'd get through earlier so we'd have time for a piece, but I couldn't make it. We'll just have to wait till I get back."

Samantha looked in from the hallway. "I saw the car, Mom. Are you going pretty soon?"

"Yes, dear. Would you please make up a snack for all of us as fast as you can? Nick and I are leaving in less than an hour."

"Sure." The girl turned away and left.

"Well, I'll get out of your way, Sis," Ben said, standing up to go. He gave her luscious, mature body a last once-over, sighed, then went into the living room to join Ellen.

Donna came out a little later wearing a form-fitting knit dress, and Nick brought out the suitcases and set them down by the front door. They all went into the kitchen for the soup and sandwiches Samantha had prepared, and the younger girl fed Ellen while they talked about the flight and Ben's parents. They had barely finished when the door bell rang.

"That's the taxi," Donna said, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. "Let's go, Nick." She gave each of the girls a kiss, then Ben followed her and the boy to the door.

"Don't forget to do the washing, Samantha," Donna called back to the kitchen as the driver and Nick hefted the bags. She kissed Ben warmly, said goodbye, and went out to the cab.

Ben watched them pull away, then returned to the kitchen where Samantha was clearing the table. "I've got to work on some reports for a while, kids. Do you think you can keep yourselves occupied?"

"Oh, yeah," Samantha said. "As soon as I get the dishes done, I'll read to Ellen. She wants to sit up in the front room anyway."

"We'll be okay," Ellen said, more than happy that she would have her father nearly to herself for at least several days.

"Good. It shouldn't take me too long, but it's got to be done." He filled an ice bucket, got down a glass and a bottle of excellent scotch, then started for the door. "I'll be in my room if you want me. Just keep the noise down for a while."

He trudged to his bedroom, closed the door, then crossed to his desk to pour a drink. He hated reports with a passion, and the scotch was necessary to make the job easier. Sitting down, he uncovered his typewriter, inserted paper, then sipped on his drink as he stared at the blank page. For the next two and a half hours he wrote, paced, drank, went to pee, then wrote some more. His mind wasn't on what he was doing at all, and he had difficulty putting the words together. What he was thinking about was the girls, and how he was going to handle things in Donna's absence. The temptation was going to be there, staring him in the face every time he turned around, and it was going to be damn near impossible to ignore it. Could he? And if not, what would he do? The question plagued him, and the level of the bottle went down quickly as he struggled to get down on paper a description of his last job for his superiors. By the time he had the envelope addressed and sealed, he knew he was getting pretty high, but at least the task was completed and he wouldn't have to worry any more about it. He went into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, which revived him a bit, then he picked up the report and carried it to the living room.

The two girls were sitting on the couch, and Samantha looked up as he entered. "Boy, I thought you said it wasn't going to take very long, Uncle Ben. It's been hours!"

"I know. I'm sorry. It was a little complicated. Samantha, will you mail this for me tomorrow? I'd like you to take it to the post office so it gets out right away."

"I sure will. Just put it on the table by the door so I don't forget."

"Right. How are you doing, Ellen?"

"I'm kinda tired, Daddy. If you don't mind, I think I'll go to bed."

"You go right ahead, baby. Maybe tomorrow we'll think of something different to do. Like go for a ride."

Both girls noticed that he was slurring his words, but neither of them said anything or acted as though anything were wrong. They stood up, Ben kissed Ellen's cheek, then Samantha led her off to her room. After putting the girl into a fresh nightie, Samantha tucked her into bed, then collected all her dirty clothes.

"Your dad sure looks worried," Samantha said, gathering up the pile on the floor. "Did he say anything to you?"

"Uh uh. Not a thing. What d'you suppose is the matter?"

"Search me. Well, I've got to get the washing started. I'll see you in the morning. Night." Samantha went out, closing the door behind her.

Ben was in the kitchen mixing a drink when Samantha came through with a full hamper, heading for the door to the garage. "Are you going to do that tonight?"

"Just get it started. I'll finish it up in the morning."

He shrugged with indifference. The booze was getting to him, and he was feeling apathetic. Going into the living room, he turned on the TV, then sat down to stare at it moodily. He wished to hell he was out of there, and didn't have to face any more decisions about the girls, or Donna, or the cute little nurse. He didn't like problems that had nothing to do with his work.

Samantha came back, her bountiful titties bouncing in her halter, and stopped by his chair. "I'm going to take a bath, Uncle Ben. Want to play some cards when I get out?"

He smiled at her, trying not to remember what her youthful body looked like naked. "No, I don't think so, sweet. I'm too tired tonight. I'm going to watch the boob tube for a while, then hit the sack."

"Okay. I'll see you in a little while."

He watched her trim, bare legs and jaunty ass as she turned away and disappeared into the hall, and thought, Jesus, I'll never be able to keep my hands off them! I was a damn fool for coming back with Donna leaving! I can only take so much!

He smoked two cigarettes while he finished his drink, wondering if he couldn't hire a live-in housekeeper until his sister returned. A stranger in the house would put a damper on his lustful cravings and keep him in line. Not only that, but if he got one young enough, he might get a new piece of ass.

The idea sounded good to him, and he was giving it serious consideration when he went back to the kitchen for a refill. He hadn't uncapped the bottle