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I needn't open my eyes to tell; it's one of those feelings we all have. I stretched and rolled onto my back. I looked down and saw the tent my morning hard on made in the top sheet. I snorted a laugh. The previous night's events came rushing back into my mind and my hard on turned into one of arousal. The pictures in my mind were vivid and lurid. Pictures of my wife licking my daughter's cunt and pictures of my daughter licking my wife's cunt. "God!" I groaned as the memories sent a shudder through my body. I remembered the last thing we did. Heather bobbing up and down on my swollen cock. Her blue eyes gazing into mine and her throat working as she swallowed my cum. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as I swung my legs out of bed and sat on its edge. It was an exclamation of wonder. "We really did it," I told myself aloud. "Did what, Daddy?" A young voice asked. I whipped my head around and found Kathleen standing in the open doorway. The eight year old was in her usual state for this time of the morning. Her pajamas were twisted and tangled. Her hair, as blonde as her sisters yet much curlier, was in a dreadful mess. I envisioned a half hour of brushing and squiggling in someone's near future. "Did what, Daddy?" She repeated and a small frown appeared on her forehead. "Nothing, Kat," I told her. "I was just thinking out loud about work." Her eyes narrowed a little and I knew she hadn't bought the explanation. Kathleen was the opposite of her sister. Physically they were similar. Both were willowy; had blond hair and blue eyes; taller than the norm for their age; and both had that high round butt. Kat's face was longer than her sister's. She had a stronger chin with a dimple in it, which complimented the two dimples that appeared when she smiled, which was quite often. It was in their demeanor that they differed greatly. Melissa always said that Kathleen was born a woman. She had grown up mannerisms, which were sometimes a little unnerving. At the moment, she had both hands on her hips as she watched me from the doorway. She slowly moved into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. "I know what you did," she said, and her eyes narrowed once again. My heart flipped inside my chest and my stomach tightened. My mouth was suddenly dry and I had to move my tongue around to moisten it. "What do you mean, Honey?" I asked. A vision of her standing in the doorway watching Melissa and I having sex with her older sister flashed in my mind. "You let Heather sleep in bed with you guys," she said accusingly. I breathed sigh of relief then suddenly realized that I still wasn't off the hook. What exactly did she mean. "Heather wasn't feeling good, Kat," I told her and watched her face for a sign. Kat brought her right hand up so that I was looking at the palm of her hand. "Whatever!" She exclaimed and then turned and walked away. I watched her round butt move away and found myself having those strange thoughts again. I shook my head to get rid of them. Heather's sleeping in our bed was an old issue. She was often -supposedly - bothered by nightmares or 'not feeling well;' and she would finagle her way into sleeping with Melissa and I. Kathleen slept like the dead and she had never come into our room after being put to bed. She resented what she considered a favoritism. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen and I knew that the subject was not yet closed. I got up and stretched again. My cock led the way to the master bath and I stood before the toilet, trying to urinate. I find it impossible to urinate with a hard on and so I stood there for a full minute; anticipating. "Can I help," a small voice asked. My head whipped around to find Heather standing part way into the bathroom. She was staring at my turgid cock. "Heather!" I exclaimed. "A little privacy, please." She giggled, but did not move away. In fact she stepped completely into the master bath; all the while staring at my cock. All thoughts of urinating escaped my thoughts as I watched my daughter slowly approach me. I turned as she got within a couple of feet. "You shouldn't be in here, Heather," I whispered, but the whisper betrayed my thoughts. "Why not?" She asked, finally looking up at me. She had a devilish smile on her face. "Because," I started to say and stopped with a gasp as my daughter reached out to grasp my cock. "Because," I eked out, "your sister might come in here and see you." "She's busy arguing with Mom and eating her cereal," She said, not taking her eyes off of what she was doing, which was sliding the foreskin up and over the cock head and then back again. I closed my eyes and sighed quietly. I suddenly felt a warmth on my cock and my eyes sprang open. I looked down and found what I expected; Heather with her mouth on my cock. I groaned at the erotic sight. She had to bend over to be able to suck me into her mouth and I looked down her back to that enticing ass of hers. I wondered if I could fit my cock in there, like all those stories talked about. The small amount of practice she had had the previous night had certainly paid off. She was like a pro. Her tongue licked the underside of my cock head as she bobbed up and down. Her right hand grasped the part of my cock which did not slide into her mouth and then she reached out with her left and fondled my balls. I groaned a little more loudly and she hummed her pleasure at my pleasure. That tingly feeling built up quickly in my scrotum and I knew this would not take long. "I'm going to cum soon, Honey," I warned her. Her response was to suck a little harder and to move her head a little faster. The pleasure moved up my shaft and I knew I was about to blow. "There's going to be a lot of it this time," I managed to gasp out as the first spurt splashed against my daughter's throat. Heather made muffled sounds as she tried to cope with the amount of cum that exploded from my cock. My knees shook and I leaned sideways to place a hand on the wall. I watched as my daughter continued to suck the cum out of me. She hummed and made muffled sounds as she continued to nurse on my cock. I felt like I was being electrocuted. My whole body shook with my orgasm. "That's enough, Heather," I finally told her as the feeling became too much to take. I pulled her off my cock and she looked up at me with a huge grin on her face. Her tongue came out and she licked around her mouth as though searching for stray strands of cum. "Was I good, Daddy?" She asked me. Her eyes were glowing with excitement. "That was amazing, Honey!" I told her with enthusiasm. Her face lit up even more. She stood up on tiptoe and I leaned down to kiss her. Out mouths smashed together and her tongue probed between my lips. My chest heaved with the feeling. We finally broke our embrace and she looked up at me with a smile before turning to leave. "Mom said to hurry because she has to leave for work," she threw at me over her shoulder as she left the bathroom. I stood there in stunned silence. In a matter of a few minutes, my nine year old daughter had come into the bathroom; sucked the hell out of my cock; and then left as though nothing had happened. I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I gave up all hope of urinating and went to find my bathrobe. I remembered that it was Saturday and that Melissa had some kind of deposition she had to obtain today. She would be gone for most of the day. She had said it would only be a few hours, but I knew better. It also meant that I would have to watch the girls most of the day. I walked into the kitchen and found Melissa wearing a gray business suit and a cup of coffee in her hand. She turned her head up to receive my morning kiss then she turned to face the opposite corner of the kitchen. I looked and found Kathleen hunched over her cereal bowl. She ate slowly; her movements deliberate, which meant she was in a foul mood. I looked at Melissa and raised my brows in silent question. She grimaced and shook her head in mild disgust then rolled her eyes in exasperation. "You better get over it real fast, young lady," she told Kathleen. Kathleen looked up with a snarl on her lips. "Oh yeah! Why?" The little minx asked with a 'what are you going to do about it' quality to her question. "Because," Melissa said, stretching the word out. "If you don't! You can forger about going to see that movie you want to see. Your dad and Heather will go by themselves and you can stay with aunt Margaret." "So," Kat said with a shrug of the shoulders and an uncaring look on her face. We went through this all the time with her. She would become surly and intractable. She would force the issue and wind up losing something she wanted such as the movie we were intending to see that day. She would act as if she didn't care and then at the end of the day she would be all tears and asking forgiveness. She would beg to get what she had missed out on only to be told it was too late and that she should learn from this experience, but she never did. I did not look forward to this evening's hysterics. I usually didn't get involved in these confrontations; leaving the arbitration to my wife's cooler lawyer's mind. I had a tendency to make things worse. This time however, I stepped right in. "How many times are we going to have this discussion," I said and my voice was tinged with anger. Melissa raised an eyebrow at me and Kathleen looked up from her cereal. She had a surprised look on her face, which quickly crumpled into a crestfallen tearful expression. Her little shoulders shook as she cried quietly. It took a lot to make her cry and I was surprised at how quickly she had gotten to that point. I moved to her side and sat down next to her on the bench in the breakfast nook. I placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into me. She sobbed into my chest. I looked at Melissa who made a face indicating she had no idea what was going on. She too was surprised by Kathleen's reaction. "Now, now," I said and rubbed her little shoulder. "What's this all about?" Heather walked into the kitchen at that moment; took in what was happening and left just as quickly. "Y-you d-don't l-love me," My little urchin sobbed. "What!?" I exclaimed and pushed her away to look her in the face. "How could you say such a thing? You know that I love you and your mom loves you too!" "Y-you n-never l-let me sleep i-in your bed," she wailed, tears streamed down her cheeks. "Oh, Honey," I said and hugged her to me again. "It's not like we plan to have Heather sleep in our bed," I added and almost choked as I realized that we actually had done just that last night. "You know how she is," I told her, reaching down to grasp her chin. I raised her tearful face to look at me before continuing. "We don't plan on having anybody sleep in our bed. You've never asked. If you were sick or scared we would let you sleep in our bed if you asked." "B…but I never wake up at night," she said, choking back her sobs now. "That's something you should be happy about, Sweetie," I said, trying to put a positive spin on things. "Uh huh," she agreed, then a small pout appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she half whispered. "I was just jealous." I smiled at my daughter and hugged her to me. She clutched my neck and twisted her legs as she pulled herself up into my lap. This was something she hadn't done in several years and it took me by surprise. I looked up at Melissa and she was making a 'my, my' face. She pointed to the watch at her wrist and mouthed the words, 'I gotta go.' I nodded and she blew me a kiss as she left the room. I heard her telling Heather good bye and admonishing her to be a good girl. The one on my lap was pleased with herself. She leaned into me and snuggled against my chest. I hadn't realized that she'd been feeling neglected by me. I didn't think I'd been showing her sister any special deference. At least not until last night that was. Kat squirmed in my lap as she tried to find a comfortable position. I realized then that she had pulled my robe open as she clambered into my lap and now her small butt was giving my cock the equivalent of a cheap lap dance. My cock began to swell. "You okay now, Kat?" I asked her. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured from somewhere below my chin. "Daddy has to get up and take a shower," I told her. She made a muffled desultory sound as she pulled away from my chest and then slid down off of my lap. My cock sprang up in all of its glory and Kat got an eyeful. Her jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide. She brought a hand up to her mouth and started to laugh into her hand. She turned then and ran down the hall to Heather's room. I stood up and straightened my robe; hiding my raging hard on. I walked down the hallway and stopped at Heather's half open door. "It was this big," I heard Kat enthusiastically state. "No it wasn't," Heather responded. "Uh huh," Kat insisted. "You weren't there." "I've seen it before and it's not that big," Heather insisted. "Yeah," Kat replied and there was a slight hesitation in her voice as she sought an argument, "but you never saw it when it was big like that. Dad had a woodie!" Heather laughed at the statement. "You don't know what a woodie is, Stupid!" "I do to," Kat insisted. "Julie told me all about them one time." Julie was my twelve year old niece. I made a mental note to inquire as to what else my young niece was teaching my daughters. They often spent time together when my wife went to visit her older sister. I thought about entering the room, but then decided to leave well enough alone and went back to the master suite to take my shower. I thought a little cold water would help my condition. I also thought about jerking off while taking my shower, but decided to give my cock a rest. I showered and dressed then went to find my young charges. Heather was dressed and her hair was brushed back into a long ponytail. My cock jerked once again. There's something about a girl wearing a ponytail; regardless of their age. She was busy brushing her sister's hair. As I had predicted, it was a Herculean task. She tried to be gentle, but it was like untangling a string of Christmas lights. I could tell she was exasperated and figured I'd better step in before anybody got upset. She looked up as I entered the room and smiled at me. Her features miraculously changed from that of a frustrated nine year old to those of a lust filled young girl. Her nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed. I was amazed at the look. I'd seen the same look on Melissa's face. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Here," I said, extending a hand, "I can do that." Heather placed the hairbrush into my palm and her fingers lingered on mine. The light touch made my hand tingle and the tingling moved into my groin. A warmth suffused my face. Females were a frightening thing. I spent over a half hour unsnarling Kat's golden curls and then we used a wide barrette to hold them away from her face. She looked like a miniature, blond Minnie Driver. We arrived at the theatre for the day's first showing. The animated feature had been in theatres for several weeks now and there were very few people in attendance. We bought a couple of kiddy combos of soft drink, popcorn, and a small candy item, then went to find our seats. We sat as close to the center of the theatre as possible. No one else was in our row. The closest people were another father and his young son, who sat three rows in front of us and to our right. There were about twelve people in a theatre that could sit three hundred. Heather sat on my right and Kat on the left. We sat and waited for the movie to begin. The girls were in competition to see who could get the most of my attention. One of them would ask a question and then the other would try to interrupt. They were driving me insane and it was a godsend when the previews began. The movie had hardly begun when a small hand landed in my lap. I almost leapt out of my seat when the hand squeezed my cock through my pants. I grabbed the hand and turned to look at Heather. I frowned and she stifled a giggle. I moved her hand to her side of the armrest, but she did not let it go so I sat with Heather holding on to my hand. A moment later, Heather spread her legs and moved my hand to rest on her crotch. I looked at her and frowned once again. She curled her bottom lip and gave me a meaningless pout. I almost laughed. I decided not to make a big deal of her actions. Her thighs closed together and she squeezed my hand and pulled it tighter into her cunt. I became intrigued. I turned my hand so that it actually cupped her groin. She looked up at me and smiled. I pressed my middle finger into her and slowly moved it side to side. I kept it up for a couple of minutes and Heather started to fidget slightly. I looked at her again and her eyes were half closed as she enjoyed my touch. I looked around then to make sure no one was looking our way and I slowly moved my hand up. I pulled her pink tee shirt up slightly and felt around the waist band of her shorts. She looked at me with widened eyes. I wiggled my fingers and finally worked them inside. I felt the cotton of her panties and slid my fingers inside of those as well. My fingers slowly slid down and, suddenly, I felt the warm moist folds of her cunt. Heather gave out a silent sigh and hunched down slightly. I moved my finger slowly and prodded at her labia. My finger tip pressed on her swollen little clit and she made a small jerk. I stopped and gave her a look to remind her to sit still. She leaned into me and whispered, "I'm trying." I waited a few moments to make sure no one had been alerted to my deviant actions and then I started moving my finger around again. I alternated between moving my finger up and down her swollen cunt lips and strumming her hard little clit. Her cunt was juicing and my finger slid without much resistance. I curled my middle finger and pressed past her lips and into her vagina. Heather grasped my arm with both of her hands and held on tightly. I didn't move for a moment and watched her reactions. She was smiling, but ignoring me and making believe she was watching the movie. I doubted if her mind took in what she was watching. I continued to move my finger around; probing into her little cunt and rubbing her swollen little button. My hand made small motions since I didn't want to alert anyone to what we were doing, but they were enough to satisfy my daughter. Three or four minutes of rubbing was all it took. Heather suddenly gave a shiver and she clutched my arm tightly; making it impossible for me to move my hand. I pressed my finger against her clit and I could feel it throbbing with her pulse. She shook several more times and then finally went limp. I slowly pulled my hand out of her shorts and reached across her for a handful of popcorn. I brought the food to my mouth and inhaled her mild fragrance. I pushed the popcorn into my mouth and licked my fingers. I could taste her mild juices. I heard a small moan and looked at Heather. She knew what I was doing and it had excited her. I put my hand down and she grasped it again. She held my hand in her lap and clutched it tightly. I could tell that her cheeks were flush and her eyes glimmered as though she had a fever. She looked at me and smiled broadly. Her small chest moved up and down as she came down from her orgasm. I felt another set of little hands then and turned to look at Kathleen who had reached to grasp my free hand. She had apparently noticed that Heather was holding my hand and she had decided she would do the same. She pulled my hand into her lap and looked across at Heather with a smile on her face. Kat turned her head back to the screen and I looked at Heather, who was giggling quietly. I was surprised that neither had noticed the protrusion in my pants. My cock was rock hard and clearly outlined for anyone to notice. I hoped it would diffuse before the end of the movie. I looked around the theatre again and no one was looking our way. I suddenly realized how foolish a thing I had done and silently chastised myself. I began to wonder if indulging my fantasy had been the right thing to do. It had been fantastical, but I also had the feeling that there were going to be some emotional upheavals down the road. I couldn't keep on having sex with my daughter as I had had this morning and now in the theatre. It was foolish and we could wind up with some major problems. It would only be a matter of time before Kathleen realized that something was going on between her parents and her sister. Would I have enough stamina to keep this up and satisfy a very demanding wife as well? Or would she find more pleasure in my daughter than in me? What about Kathleen? I turned to look at my youngest and she felt me looking at her. She beamed up at me and clutched my hand tighter, driving it into her groin. Her eyes flickered for a moment and a strange look crossed her features. "Oh, Lord," I said to myself. THE END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 39