Harry Stone

His youngest daughter

CHAPTER ONE

"S'cuse me," came a man's voice suddenly from behind her.

Karol Carson gave a start and furiously buttoned up the front of her blouse as she turned around. It was a very hot day in the park and she had been working around camp with the thing carelessly flapping in the breeze. A crimson flush suffused her face as she whirled to face the man, her fingers barely managing to fasten the last button in time.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he apologized. She saw his eyes veer away from the top of her blouse where a bit of her firm cleavage was still visible. He pretended not to notice what her fingers had been doing only moments before.

"Name's Jim," he said, smiling generously. "The wife and I have been noticing your camper parked here for the last couple of days and been meaning to stop by and say hello. Ours is the little blue and white job parked down by the bridge. Maybe you've noticed it on your way past."

Karol wasn't all that pleased to have people come dropping in just because they happened to be camping in the same vicinity. Privacy was one of the main reasons the Carson's had decided to spend their vacation camping in the state park. But she managed to be civil to the stranger, even cheerful. She told him her name and added, a little too quickly, perhaps, that the rest of the family was fishing down by the creek and due back soon.

"Oh, your whole family along?" he said. "Little ones, too, huh? Me and Tillie left our three with their grandma. We get a kick out of being all by ourselves up here. Gives a couple a little more freedom, you know."

"Ours aren't exactly 'little ones'," she said. "Our oldest daughter, Kelly, just turned eighteen, and Lilly's twelve. They love it up here. They wouldn't have stood for it a minute to have us go off and leave them behind."

"You're kidding," Jim exclaimed. "You got a kid eighteen years old? You can't be old enough to have one that age."

Here comes the flattery, she thought to herself. But it was nice to hear. She knew damned well she looked awfully good for her age but it was always great to have some comment on it – especially a man.

He had won his first real smile from her. "No, I can assure you it's true," she said. "Of course, Curt and I were pretty young when we got married. I hadn't quite turned seventeen then and Curt was just eighteen going on nineteen himself. You can figure it out yourself how old we are now."

This Jim looks to be around forty, she thought. He was a big man, broad shouldered and hovering a bit over the six-foot mark. And his iron-grey hair added a certain air of sophistication that was otherwise lacking in him. She caught his eyes on the vee of her blouse again, but he averted them before he spoke.

"You sure don't look it," he went on. "Hell, if you have a daughter eighteen, you ought to be on one of them TV ads with her… you know, the ones that show a mother and daughter that look like twins?"

Again she was flattered. But it occurred to her that she was allowing this man, who was after all a rank stranger, to get a little too personal with her.

"Well, I really have to get on with this cleaning up," she said, busying herself once more. She could tell he wanted to hang around but hoped he'd take the hint. As he stepped away and headed back toward the road she had a pang of regret. After all, he hadn't really come on too strong. It was just that she could tell that he wanted, to, and that he had it in him to do something about it if she gave him half a chance.

"Good-bye," she called after him, "tell your wife hello."

He turned around and eagerly returned her good-bye. "Sure will," he yelled. "Maybe we'll see you folks later on. Come on by our camper any time you're down that way and bring your husband with you."

Now that was a stupid thing to do. She shouldn't have encouraged him at all. Oh well, maybe she was imagining things, maybe his interest in her wasn't all that intense. She'd certainly had plenty of other men take a long look at her and fail to do anything more as a consequence, even though she could see in their eyes their thoughts were zeroed in on her full breasts, the tightness of her skirt across her ass, or maybe the hem of her mini-slip showing from under some super-short skirt she happened to be wearing at the time. She glanced at the casual pants she was wearing and wondered how Jim would have reacted if she'd been wearing a skirt. In spite of a quite nicely developed set of tits, hers weren't at all gigantic, she knew. Ah, but her legs were a different story.

She was well aware that her long, curvaceous legs were far and away her best feature. She'd had plenty of compliments on them in her life, and that only emphasized what the full-length mirror showed her in the privacy of her bedroom. And apparently it was hereditary. Although young Lilly wasn't yet old enough, quite, to be anything but slender and gawky as a colt, her sister's legs had grown to be terribly sensuous and curvy. Karol was far from over the hill, but she had to admit to herself that the sight of Kelly's lithe young limbs made her a bit jealous. The girl's legs reminded her of her own when she was that age, supporting the ass high and pertly, and making her look fantastic in anything she wore that showed a lot of skin below the hem.

Karol smiled to herself as she puttered about. There was no reason for her to be envious of Kelly's finely-turned underpinning. Except for the loss of just a slight bit of muscle tone, inevitable due to the years that separated them, Karol had legs every bit as attractive as her pretty daughter's. She'd seen the girl a few times lately in panties and bra and knew that comparison of their bodies above the thigh was a different matter, however. Oh well… among women her age, Karol was a knock-out and knew it.

She glanced behind her to make sure Jim was gone, breaking from her reverie, then unbuttoned her blouse again to let some of the cool breeze inside next to the straining confines of her brassiere. This time she only loosened the top three buttons. She had learned her lesson. She felt the hot mugginess of the day pour through her clothes like thick, lazy smoke in spite of the half-open blouse. There was so much moisture inside the tight-fitting bra she could feel her nipples pressing wetly against the inner surfaces of her size C-Cups.

Jesus, she thought, my tits are so hot and uncomfortable in there I'd like to slip this damned thing off and get some air on them, but some fool would probably drive by and get an eyeful if I did.

Karol's discomfort wasn't limited to her superstructure. The heat of the sun had caused her to begin feeling a few droplets of sweat roll down the smooth-skinned columns of her inner thighs as well. She irritatedly put a thumb and forefinger to the leg of her pants and pulled the material away from the area as she worked. The girls had certainly been smart to go off in their shorts. She was sure they were both much more comfortable than she was, or had any hopes of being as long as she kept on the clothes she was wearing.

Roughing it in the outdoors was fun all right, but she sure wished there was access to a nice shower. Curt had said they could bathe in the creek at a deep little hole he'd found. Karol had her doubts about such an arrangement, especially for the girls, who were used to caring for their hygiene in much more civilized surroundings. But she was willing to go along with Curt's back-to-nature bit for a few days if it didn't require too much hardship.

She pushed her long black hair out of her eyes for the seventeenth time and stooped down to clean the big frying pan they'd used the night before for fish. If it were strictly up to her, she would have probably cut her hair some months before, thick and lustrous as it was. But Curt liked it long so well that she knew he'd have a fit if she touched it. It was four or five-inches below her shoulders, much longer than most of her friends wore theirs.

As Karol scoured the frying pan she squatted low, supporting herself on the balls of her feet and giving the metal surface hell with a piece of steel wool. She felt the inseam of her pants stretch tightly across the insides of her full-fleshed thighs and shifted her weight to relieve the pressure. But her pants were too well-fitted to the firm curves of her bottom. Soon they were bothering her again, this time pulling tight over the soft ridge of her cunt. She could feel the thin fabric of her underpants slip into the warm, wet slit. It was too much for the sensitive skin to take. She stood up and twisted her pants back and forth on her ass till the offending pants were out where they belonged. The moist flesh of her cunt still tingled from the pressure.

Damn it, the hot sun was bad enough. Having her cunt chaffed by a pair of tight pants was the last straw. She finished what she was doing and sat back in a canvas chair, letting the rest of the work go. There wasn't that much more to be done anyway, and when the rest of the family got back one of the girls could handle it. Relaxing in the shady comfort of the chair, she grinned as she felt the soft folds of her cunt still tingling. Now it almost felt good, she noted mischievously. If it were in that condition from having Curt's fingers between her legs it would have been fine, but to get all hot and bothered just from tight pants on a hot day sure was a big waste. She wished they were back from their fishing jaunt, and the girls would occupy themselves with something so she and their daddy could be alone for a little while.

Their camper was a huge one, with two bed rooms. But she still was never quite sure the girls couldn't hear the noises she and Curt made sometimes at night. Consequently she only liked to make love when they were parked on the road at a place where the girls could be well out of earshot. She was especially concerned about Kelly. Lilly was too young to know what was going on, or at least to worry much about it. But Kelly, at eighteen, was a different story. Karol hated to think of her older daughter lying in her bed at night and being able to overhear even the faintest sounds of their lovemaking. She was now a young woman, not just a kid anymore, and Karol had special reasons for feeling embarrassed if she thought Kelly could hear anything.

She knew it was silly to tease herself like this but, as she sat in the shade she let her mind roam and indulge in a little fantasy. What if Curt showed up without the girls, what if Kelly and Lilly had found something of interest along the way that made them want to stop a while? That would be swell. They hadn't gone at it in the daytime for months and months. She could meet him with a big kiss, could press herself against him and rub her tits back and forth on his hard chest, let them show him how bad they wanted to be out of the brassiere and have his hands on them.

Karol shifted restlessly in her chair. The heat building up now in her cunt wasn't from the sun.

She knew he'd love to feel her big jugs pushing against him; he had told her again and again how much he loved to get them naked and play with them. But that's not all she'd do. She'd play it straight with him, not fool around a bit. While he had his arms around her and was being treated to the fat pressure of her straining tits, she'd squirm her clothed but eager-to-be-naked cunt against his hard groin. She'd make it clear to him she was offering more than just a few nice feels and hugs.

Maybe she'd even put her lips to his ear and say something really hot to him, something nasty and sexy like she sometimes did when she was hot enough to get the nerve. She'd tell him that her poor, hairy little cunt was getting awfully hot and sweaty inside her underpants, and that she was just dying to have him lay her on her back and jerk them off. Then she'd reach down the front of his pants to see how big his cock had got. She'd maybe work on it some through the material, then when she got the old cock as hard as a pop bottle, she would put her fingers on the zipper of his fly and…

Karol, jerked out of her reverie, sat up straight in the chair and saw that a rock had been thrown against a tin can close to the camper. A glance down the road showed the family coming back from their fishing trip.

"Did you see that, Daddy?" Lilly jubilantly shouted. "I hit it. I hit it! Ha ha! Scared Mommy out of her wits, did you see her jump up in her chair?"

She was living up to her reputation as an irrepressible tomboy. Lilly was constantly throwing things and climbing trees. Except for barely noticeable bumps that stuck out on her chest, there was very little about the youngster that was feminine. She was at the age when the budding curves of pubescence only just begin to assert themselves on her slender frame. And since sex had not yet reared its lubricious head in her chaste young life, her mind was entirely innocent of the naughty delights her body was gradually getting mature enough to enjoy.

"Careful, Tommy," warned Curt. "You might have hit your mom with that. Calm down, will you?" It was a long-standing family joke for him to call her Tommy, in reference to her tomboyish-ness. He usually called her by her right name like the rest of the family, but he often applied the masculine name to her when she did something to particularly call attention to her lack of femininity.

Karol was glad the kid had thrown the rock. She had been so engrossed in her little fantasy that she was afraid she just might have had a finger up her cunt as she sat in the chair with her eyes closed. A very strange condition for them to have found her in.

"Look what we got, honey," Curt said to her as they walked into the camp area. He pushed a string of fish at her and gave her a perfunctory kiss.

"I'll take this," Karol said, surreptitiously feeling his pecker while pecking him back with a kiss of her own, "but not these."

She pushed the fish away and turned up her nose in mock-disgust. She wasn't outdoorsy when it came to handling fish or game.

Curt laughed and handed the fish to Kelly, "Here, hon," he said, "you fix and clean them, okay?"

Although not as bad as her mother, Kelly was far from crazy about such activities herself. She accepted them but said, "Okay, Dad, I'll do it if Lilly will help out."

"She's scared to do the icky part," teased Lilly. "She's scared she might get her clean, white little fingers dirty!" But she set about helping out as requested.

Just as Lilly was always being kidded about what a little tomboy she was, Kelly was teased by the family about her fastidiousness. Especially by Lilly, who, without quite realizing it, was somewhat jealous of her elder sister's fully developed body and her striking good looks.

Karol was still pretty excited from the reverie she'd been letting herself indulge in and the quick feel of Poppa's prick, but she let herself cool off as fast as possible, Karol didn't want to let it get the best of her. Exit Curt's presence made it more difficult. She could tell by looking at him that sex was the last thing on his mind, but that didn't keep her from appreciating the hard lines of his handsome face and body.

Well, here he is, she thought, just like I was pretending to myself before they all walked up. Now if only Kelly and Lilly were elsewhere…

But she managed to push the thought from her mind.

The girls pranced around, their firm young bottoms tightly encased in the shorts they wore, and busied themselves with their chore. Their long, tanned legs flashed in the sunlight as they moved about the camp and their eyes sparkled from the fun of being finally away from the city. Curt and Karol had been promising them the trip for a long time and they were both enjoying it immensely.

Karol told Curt about the stranger's visit to their camp, and about his invitation for them to come by some time. Curt wasn't much more interested in doing it than she was. If he happened to meet the guy in the area, he'd stop and pass the time of day with him, he supposed, but he wasn't interested in making a big social thing out of it. Then Karol added the part she had purposely omitted – about how her blouse had been open and Jim's reaction to it.

"Hell, honey," Curt rejoined, "don't hold it against a man for wanting to take a look at you when he happens to catch you like that. You got an awfully nice set of jugs hiding under there, you know."

She grinned acknowledgement of his compliment, but she secretly wished he'd perhaps shown just a little bit of jealousy instead of being so Goddamned magnanimous about another man sneaking looks inside her blouse. Curt didn't used to be so easy-going about such things. Now she almost wished he was like he'd been back then. At that time it was a bother to her to have him flare up once in a while with a strong dose of jealousy, but now she would feel differently.

"I'll have to admit I'd do the same thing if I walked up on his wife and caught her with her blouse unbuttoned," he went on. It peeved Karol a little that Curt seemed so willing to stay on the subject.

"Oh Curt, really," she chided, "you're terrible. You haven't even seen his wife. She might be ugly as a mud fence for all we know. You might not even want to see inside her blouse."

He gave no response, intuiting that Karol was getting a little worked up over the conversation. "Oh hell, honey," he told her after a few minutes, "whatever she looks like, she couldn't hold a candle to you. Don't you know I think you're the sexiest woman around?"

She was made to feel better by his compliment, light-hearted again. She leaned over to him and said, "If the girls weren't around I'd give you a demonstration. I'd give you a taste of how sexy I am, lover."

Curt grinned. "Is that a pun?" He was well aware of how much Karol enjoyed having him use his mouth on her when they were making love.

She returned his grin. "Take it any way you like," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

The girls took their attention then, calling to Karol from a few yards away.

"Mom, will you please come tie my hair up for me?" asked Kelly. "It's really making me hot."

Karol rose to do it but Lilly yelled, "I'll do it for you, Kelly. Here, just a minute."

"Oh no you wont!" exclaimed Kelly. "Not with all that fish gunk on your hands. That's why I'm not doing it myself. Think I want to smell like a garbage pile?"

"Oh, I forgot," retorted Lilly. "You have to keep yourself all spick and span so the boys will like you, don't you?"

"Any boyfriends I have are none of your business, little miss," shot back Kelly.

"Now girls," Karol interrupted, "that'll be enough."

She tied up Kelly's hair as they went on cleaning the fish. "You know, Lilly," Karol continued, "it wouldn't hurt you to take a little more interest in the way your hair looks, either. Not to mention the way it makes you so uncomfortable in weather like this. Mine was bothering me even before noon today. Here, let me pull yours up too, honey. I know it must be bothering you."

Lilly allowed it against her will. "Heck, it doesn't bother me any," she bragged. "I'm not as persnickety as some people. So what if it does make your neck sweat a little when you wear your hair down? What does that matter?"

Curt said, "I guess this hot weather does make it a little hard on you girls, but you all sure do look pretty with your hair long like that. So much better than if you had it short, believe me."

Lilly only frowned and shrugged her shoulders but Karol gave him a big smile, as did Kelly. They both knew how well he liked women to wear their hair long and were pleased that he noticed how long and thick they kept theirs.

They were a family of extremes. There was as much difference between Curt's hair and Karol's as between daylight and dark. Hers was coal black and his was blond as could be. And their daughters had taken after them with no reservation – Kelly's hair was every bit as dark and thick as her mother's, yet Lilly was golden blond like her father. Since she was so much younger, hers was a very clear, bright color that Curt no longer possessed. Kelly's hair reached past her firm breasts all the way to her navel and Lilly's, although not as long as her big sister's, still struck her far down her back. When she pulled it around in front, the tip of it fell well below the pert little beestings of her juvenile young breasts.

The girls offered to fix dinner and set to work while Karol and Curt sat back under the shade of a big tree and watched the proceedings. After their continual arguing, it was pleasant to see them working together and being halfway nice to each other for a change.

The sun beat down on them mercilessly. "Mom," Kelly complained, "it's really hot. Mind if I dash into the tent for a sec and shuck my bra? Nobody'll see me way out here in the woods."

The subject of Kelly going around with no bra had from time to time been a matter of heated debate. She claimed all the girls her age were doing it and she should be allowed to join them, while Karol maintained that no daughter of hers was going to run around in public with her tits flopping like a cow. The decision had finally been that she could go around without one at home even when she had friends in, but that in public she had to keep in harness.

This was neither home nor public. Karol paused. "Well, I don't know…"

"You don't care, do you, Dad?" she asked him, putting the responsibility on his shoulders. She smiled innocently, thinking how much more comfortable she'd be loose and breezy under her shirt than all trussed up in the stricture of her bra.

"Oh, I guess it wouldn't hurt if…" he began, only to be cut off by Karol.

"Now wait, honey," she pressed. "What if a car would drive by on the road there? We're just a few yards from it. You want some guy to see your daughter flopping around with no bra?"

Before he could answer, Kelly spoke up. "Mother," she cried in exasperation, "I do not flop around! Jeez, you'd think I was built like an old milk cow to hear you talk!"

It was true, Karol knew. She had been exaggerating. And maybe deep down she resented that Kelly didn't flop, she admitted to herself. Because, even though her own breasts were great for her age, she was nevertheless quite aware of how much firmer and more succulent those of her daughter were. She knew that she at least jiggled some without a bra, while Kelly's were solid as fresh fruit.

"Honey, I'm not just trying to be hard to get along with," Karol said. "If Lilly wanted to take hers off, it'd be different. Don't you see? But you're a young lady now, you're so mature that I just don't know if…"

"Waddya mean, if I wanted to take mine off?" butted in Lilly. "Heck, I don't even wear one yet. Remember?"

Karol realized she'd used a very poor example. It was true: their younger daughter had yet to be fitted with, her first training bra and couldn't care less about the matter.

Kelly was standing right in front of her parents now and since she was a little upset, she was breathing harder and making the front of her shirt puff out with each breath. The thread on the buttons down the front was getting a real work-out.

"I mean, may be I… maybe I bounce a little once in a while," she persisted, "but I sure don't flop, Mom!"

She pouted prettily and her face reddened from talking about such things in front of the whole family. Lilly thought the entire episode was funny and just remained back by the work area giggling.

Karol was being swayed. "Well, okay," she relented finally, "go ahead and take it off if you want to. I guess it can't hurt anything way out here. But if we hear a car coming by…"

"Don't worry, Mom," said Kelly, already heading for the privacy of the tent. "If anyone drives by, I won't let them see anything they shouldn't."

"You know, speaking of Lilly," Karol said, turning to her husband, "it is about time I had her fitted for her first bra. I was just thinking about that the other day but I guess I let it slip my mind. Look at her. She sure has been growing awfully fast this summer. See how the front of her little shirt's pooching out there? I probably should have got her one long before this actually – I've seen girls around town with less development than she's got, and their mothers have them all decked out in bras. What do you think?"

"Huh?" said Curt, as though he hadn't quite been following the conversation. "Oh, I don't know. I hadn't noticed. It's up to you. I think that's your department."

"It sure doesn't seem like she should be growing up that fast," lamented Karol, "but I guess she is."

"She'd probably be a lot happier if you bought her a baseball mitt instead of a training bra," Curt said wryly.

He drifted away from where they'd been sitting when Lilly asked Karol to help her with something. Kelly was still inside the tent. When Karol headed back to her chair she saw Curt standing around toward the back of the tent. She paused and took a closer look… he appeared to be – no, that was impossible. Karol put it out of her mind. He wouldn't do a thing like that… Peek in on his own daughter while she was taking off her brassiere!

He suddenly glanced up and saw her looking at him. He walked back to where they'd been sitting.

"Curt," Karol scolded, "there's a back window in the tent – it's a wonder you didn't scare Kelly to death standing back there so close to it just now. She might have thought you were trying to look in and see her undressing."

Curt quickly came back to the chair under the tree where Karol was standing. "There is?" he asked. "There's a window in the tent where I was standing? Why, I didn't even notice it. I was just looking back in the west there at those thunder-clouds. Looks like it might rain some if they blow this way."

For a fleeting second, Karol thought she saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But then she looked to the west and, sure enough, there were some dark clouds. She must have been mistaken about him looking in at the tent window. For reasons that were her own affair, she kept talking to him about it though. She reminded him how shy both their daughters were and how they should both be careful about their privacy.

Curt said he'd never noticed them being any more shy than other girls their age. He reminded Karol he'd planned for the whole family to bathe in the creek, pointing out that he certainly didn't intend for them to do it with their clothes on.

"Oh, that's different," Karol claimed. "Taking soap and washcloths to the creek and taking a bath is a long way from one of the girls seeing her daddy stare through the window while she gets out of her clothes."

"But I told you I wasn't…" he began.

"I know. I'm sorry," she apologized. "Actually I was thinking it would be especially healthy for the girls to be naked with us in the creek. I mean, you know, we've both seen them without a stitch at one time or another around the house. At least when they were younger. And I'm sure they've both seen us naked at one time or another. But not on purpose and for as long a time as we'll do at the creek."

He seemed surprised. "Really?" he asked. "You really think it'll be good for the kids?"

"Sure," she replied, "don't you?"

"Yes, but I didn't think you would."

"Why not? Since when am I such a big prude?"

"I don't mean to say you're a prude, just that I thought you might think the whole thing wasn't such a good idea."

"Well, you were wrong," she told him, leaning closer and lowering her voice so the girls wouldn't hear if they hadn't already. "And it's a good thing you didn't try to claim I'm a prude, mister. 'Cause that's when I would have reminded you of a few little things you like for me to do in bed with you. No woman who does all the things you like could be called a prude."

He smiled. "Okay, honey," he said to her, his voice deep. "But don't try to make me believe you don't love that stuff as much as I do, will you? I know better!"

She started to answer but at that moment Kelly walked past them from out of the tent. She was smiling and looked much cooler and more refreshed. And she also happened to look much more provocative as well – the twin globes under her shirt now jounced solidly on her chest with every step she took.

"I almost forgot about you," exaggerated Lilly. "What took you so long? Thought you just went in to take off your bra."

She leaned close and spoke softly in her little sister's ear. "I did," she confided, "but that's not all I took off. I decided while I was in there, I'd just get rid of a few more clothes while I was at it and make sure I was cooler. Mom and Dad will never know, so what's the diff?"

Lilly tittered. "Aw, did you really?" she asked. "Did you take off the rest of your undies too?"

"Sure did," she whispered. "And it sure feels great to be naked under my clothes too, I can tell you that. This sun was really getting to me. I figured if I was going to get rid of my bra, I might as well do the same with my panties. Boy, I'm glad I did!"

"Hey, I want to do it too," exclaimed Lilly, suddenly inspired. "I'm going to go do the same."

"It shouldn't take you very long," teased Kelly. "You only have one thing to take off. Heck, all you have to do is just stretch the elastic and skin your panties off over your knees. You could almost get away with it without even bothering to go in the tent. You could just stuff them in your pocket."

"Oh yeah?" cried Lilly. "Just because you're a lot older than me and have big boobies, you think you're something, don't you?"

"Pipe down," cautioned Kelly. "Want Mom and Dad to hear you?"

"What if Mom and Dad find out?" Lilly queried. "You're cool 'cause you've already got Mom's permission, at least for your bra. But I'm going to be doing it without asking. You're too big to get spanked but they'd tan my bottom good."

Kelly said disdainfully, "How're they ever going to notice? Mom and Dad don't go around looking at your panties, do they? Besides, you aren't wearing a skirt, remember? Neither one of them could ever tell you were without panties in those shorts you've got on."

Kelly was right, Lilly realized. She headed for the tent to get rid of them, passing her parents on the way without a word. They seemed to be engrossed in conversation and she certainly wasn't about to rattle their cage.

"But Curt," Karol was saying, "we'll only be here two nights, then back home to spend the rest of our vacation there, right? The girls will be awfully disappointed if you don't take them up to the ranger station tonight like you said."

Curt told her he was simply too tired after their fishing trip. The girls had run him ragged, lie said. He joked and told Karol she had to remember he was getting older. She agreed she would take the girls up to the ranger station herself after dinner – if he'd promise to wait up for her in bed and not go to sleep. He grinned, seeing how anxious she was to have his hands on her, and agreed to her idea. It had been three or four nights since he'd made love to her anyway. Not that it had been that long since he'd balled someone… but that was a quite different story, and one definitely not for Karol's ears, God forbid.

After a big fish dinner, the women put the camp back in order while Curt had a cold beer. As the sun started behind the trees, Lilly started badgering her parents about the trip to the ranger station.

"You can see all over!" she chortled. "Stars and everything. It's not smoggy like back home. How far is it, when are we going, huh?"

Karol explained that Curt was too bushed to go, but that she'd take them herself. It was only about a mile up the hiking path. She told them to change clothes, "so the ranger up there won't think I have a couple of little harlots for daughters," and they'd start out as soon as it got dark.

Kelly was indignant. What in the world was wrong with the clothes they were wearing? Karol said she thought full-length pants like she was wearing were much more appropriate. The shorts showed off too much leg, she said. By the time they were ready to go, Kelly begged off. She said that her stomach didn't feel too good and she wanted to stay behind and take it easy. For a second, Lilly thought that meant the trip was off for her too and started yammering. But Karol said they'd go by themselves and "leave you two casualties here."

Karol and Lilly were barely out of sight when the first "casualty" opened another can of beer. He took a long swig and glanced eagerly into the tent where Kelly was lying, on her cot. She was barefooted and he could see up her legs, in the position she was lying, almost to the line of her shorts. He walked to the tent flap and stuck his head in.

"Stomach not feeling too good, huh?" he said in a teasing voice. "I think you ought to let your dad check it over for you, don't you?"

Kelly looked up at his beer-flushed face with an expression on her pretty face that was anything but daughterly. She parted her generous lips and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

CHAPTER TWO

Curt downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can through the tent flap. He looked down at his sensually reclining daughter and boldly gazed at the lush young curves hidden only by her shorts and a thin cotton blouse.

He chuckled obscenely. "You thought I'd never ask about that stomach of yours that doesn't feel so good, huh? Well you're wrong, honey. I'm really curious about it. 'Cause it felt fine the last time I had my hands on just me."

She grinned lasciviously. "But that's been a long time, Dad," she said huskily. "Too long. It's been three whole nights since the last time you touched me. I've been wanting one of our little get-togethers bad. Let's hurry before Mom and get back. We never have enough time, Dad. We never do."

He kneeled beside the cot, threw his arms around her trim waist. She reacted immediately, pushing herself up on one elbow and grabbing him around the neck with both hands. He felt the exciting pressure of her firm, bra-less tits push against his chest.

He ran a hand down her back, the slender small of her back he loved to touch so much, and lowered his fingers till they came to the magnificent swell of her hard young ass.

"Don't worry, honey," he told her, his voice thick, "we'll have time for me to give you-you want. Your old daddy won't let you down and leave without it."

"Oh Jesus, Daddy," she whispered, lips against his ear, "I'll give you what you and I know what it is you need, too, don't I? Everything's here for you, everything you want… underneath my clothes. It's all yours. Oh, take 'em off, Daddy, take 'em off so I can be naked for you!"

Curt pulled her ass to him and she rolled off the cot into his arms. Sitting on the canvas floor of the tent, he pulled her eager body over his lap and unzipped her shorts. The thick black curls of her muff greeted him, surprising him by being as her legs. He quickly worked his under her blouse and sank his fingers into succulent flesh of a juicy tit as he spoke.

"God damn, will you look at that! Not a fucking thing under these shorts except this hairy cunt. Where's your panties, honey? Sonofabitch, if I'd known you was padding around camp like this I'd have, had a hard cock all day long!"

"I got rid of them when I took my bra off," she said. "Whew… I love it when you feel my tits up like you're doing."

Curt was slowly and lightly massaging her entire breast, paying special attention to the hard tip of her nipple. Looking down at her with bright, wet eyes, he dragged her shorts all the way off over her graceful ankles and went to work at once on the buttons down the front of her thin cotton blouse.

"When this damned thing's off, I can really get to 'em," he said, his fingers clumsier than he wished.

Kelly was feverish to hurry up and get naked for him. There was more than a smattering of exhibitionism in her soul. She darted her hand to help him out. In seconds he was staring at the complete nakedness of his daughter's finely shaped tits. It drove him wild to see the boobery bra-less under her clothes and not be able to do anything about it. He took advantage of the opportunity and ran both hands over every smooth square inch of them for a few seconds, then dropped his head forward on her chest.

She felt the wet heat of his mouth enclose one of her taut, dark-skinned nipples. She gasped and raised herself slightly from the floor, pushing her succulent abundance against his ravenous lips. At the same time she wiggled her shoulders and made the blouse drop all the way off. Now she was entirely naked before him, her bare secrets laid open for the pleasure of his paternal eyes.

She clutched him with both arms and, wriggling her ass in his lap, raised herself to a sitting position with her long legs spreading open as she moved. He switched nipples, moaning with delight, and put his hands on her smooth calves. She knew she was about to feel his hands slide up her legs to more important things and she loved it. She spread her thighs wider still, making it quite obvious she couldn't wait to have his fingers at work there.

The rough feel of his clothes on her soft naked skin was exciting to Kelly. She rubbed herself against his body and tantalized herself with thoughts of what was under his pants and shirt. The first time she had ever seen his red, swollen cock it had scared her, but that was long in the past. Now she loved the hard, meaty strength of it and couldn't wait to see it.

She unbuttoned the front of his shirt while he sucked away on her tits, going back and forth from one fat nipple to the other like a bear eating blackberries. When he was naked from the waist up she could at last feel the tangled mass of his chest hair. She ran her fingers through it and gasped softly as he moved his fingers slowly up her leg. The pace of his movement was excruciatingly slow for her. She felt her thighs tremble involuntarily. She knew he was purposely teasing her, and even though that in itself excited her, she wanted desperately to have him hurry things up.

She ran her hand down the front of his pants. Her fingers encountered the elastic band of his jockey shorts.

Curt grazed his lips up the bountiful flesh of her tit till he came to her collar bone. He nuzzled his face against the side of her neck, then moved higher to the graceful line of her jaw and on to her ear, buried beneath the thick mass of her rich black tresses.

"My little girl's wanting something, ain't she?" he whispered obscenely into the pink shell of her ear.

"Oh Daddy, you know I do," she cried, her ass trembling in his lap and her fat tits rubbing his hairy chest.

"You're getting me awful hot, honey," he wheezed. "Awful hot, so you're about to get what you're itching for. Unbutton my pants for me like a good girl now, will you?"

He shifted her in his lap, gave her a big wet kiss on the mouth, and slid her back onto the floor. He kneeled beside her, drinking in the luscious sight of her smooth naked body, and watched hungrily as she eagerly moved her hand inside his pants.

"Oh wow, now I can get to it, Dad," she gasped. "Let me get in there and work on it for you."

She was humping her ass on the floor in a slowly building rhythm. He felt her fingers find his cock and grasp it, first gently and then tighter. With her other hand she jerked his pants down, followed by his jockey shorts. She was still lying on her back where he had lain her. He stood beside her on his knees and gazed down on her. Once she glanced up at him and he saw a look of hot shame in her eyes. She knew as well as he did that a girl shouldn't even think of doing such things with her own father, but the sinful thrill she got from doing it was so great she couldn't stop. Somehow the sight of shame in her eyes made him hotter than ever to go ahead and do it, to get on with the terrible act.

He threw a leg over her body and straddled her slender waist, positioning himself over the center of her body. He scooted back a few inches and feasted his eyes on the damp, hairy mound of her naked crotch.

"Come on, Dad," she said, her tits jouncing on her chest, "hug me. Please. I need it. Lie down and let me feel you on top. You want me to suck it for you? God, just tell me… you know I'll do it for you… I'll do whatever you want but please, please get down here on the floor with me."

Curt reached between his legs and placed his fingers on the hand she was jacking him off with.

"No, honey," he said hoarsely, "you already got me plenty hot with your hand. I don't need to have you eat my cock, I'm past that. I'm going to give it to you now… I'm going to work that pussy over till it's hot as shit and then fill you full of cock."

His words sent her blood throbbing faster. "Oh yeah, Daddy… yeah that's what I want… that's it… I'm already wet too, you don't have to do a thing – God am I wet! You haven't even played with Pusso any this time, and it's full of juice anyway. Feel it, Daddy, feel it… put your hands…"

"No, honey," he demurred again, "not my hands… this. This is what you're ready for."

He lowered himself on the curvaceous body of his daughter and felt his hairy legs brush across the silken softness of her inner thighs. She immediately threw her long legs around his and welcomed his pelvis into her crotch. He touched the tight black curls of her cunt with the taut end of his prick and saw her flinch and shake her tits back and forth from desire. She was gazing up at him with half-closed eyes, her lips slack and her face moist with sweat.

At last he burrowed through the matted hair and touched the bare skin of her shining-wet pussy lips with his swollen glans. She eagerly accepted the fat red knob and scooted her ass on the floor to increase the contact.

"Shit, honey, you weren't kidding me, were you," he gasped. "You're so fucking hot you're ready for every inch of it, aren't you? Jesus, so am I!"

He drove the swollen head of it between her outer lips and felt the sweet sensation of her slippery-wet inner lips close joyously around it.

"Oh that's it, Daddy," she grunted, "that's it… oh wow, gimme more, gimme more."

He had entered slowly on purpose, savoring every luscious square inch of her velvety young hole. His eyes were glazed with passion now, he needed to cram it in all the way.

He pressed his hips forward and felt the slick wet walls of her cunt part before the heated head of his pulsing cock.

A sob escaped her throat. He straightened out and sent his prick into the farthest reaches of her horny little sex-mine. She shuddered all over her body.

Curt drew his cock out and then fed it to her again, this time without a slow entry as before. As it coursed through the hot channel of her hungry young cunt she grabbed him strongly around his shoulders and pulled him down on her naked tits with enthusiasm. She wiggled her ass under his thrusting body and grunted in ecstasy every time his cock drove into the sweet wetness of her.

"Be quiet, honey," he shushed her. "You're so fucking pretty when you're on your back like this I've been taking more time than I should have. Lilly and your mom might be close enough to hear you."

He pumped on, seeing her tits and stomach run with sweat as she grew more and more aroused. She was making little whimpering noises.

"Oh Daddy," she hoarsely whispered, "I… I can't help myself… it's too hard to keep quiet… oh my gosh, it feels sooooo good when you ram it in… it makes my pussy so hot I can't… oh… I can't help it!"

He was about to come himself and thought he had her awfully near the brink too, but being overheard was a real danger. He hadn't been kidding Kelly – he was deathly afraid of having Karol catch them.

"Ungh… ungh," she moaned, "Oh Jesus, Daddy, I'm about to… I'm gonna come… oh Jesus, I'm gonna come!"

"Shut up, Goddamn it," he whispered severely. "Keep your damned mouth closed, you hear? We can't take chances."

She lay in a pool of sweat and her thick black hair was utterly disheveled. She clamped her lips tightly together to keep herself from making any noise. Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head from the effort. Her face was contorted in a tense grimace of passion that made Curt's temperature rise higher and higher just to look at her. She wasn't his daughter anymore – nobody's daughter could look so erotically depraved. She was a beautiful hunk of hot young femininity just dying to have her cunt fucked and loving every stiff stroke he could shove down her quivering, hungry little hole. And he was just the man to keep it up till he got his nuts off.

Soon now, very soon… he felt the pressure of the spunk building up at the base of his cock… very soon. God, she was going wild… her hand was over her mouth and her eyes were hot and dark. Suddenly he felt himself explode with a wonderfully satisfying orgasm. The force of his blast sent a fat wad of come shooting into her cunt and from the look on her face, she felt it splat hot and runny on the inside of her pussy. She jiggled her ass in double time and reached desperately for his arms at the last moment. He hugged her tight and felt a paroxysm of shuddering wrack her whole naked, churning body.

Her tits rose up and down in the air like islands in an earthquake and she sucked air into her lungs in great, gasping breaths. When she got her wind back she reached up and planted a big wet kiss on Curt's mouth.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, "that was super! I think trying to keep myself quiet while you were doing it to me so good, made me come even better than usual."

He quickly jumped into his jockey shorts and grabbed his clothes in his hand.

"Okay, we were lucky this time, honey," he told her. "They don't seem to be in sight yet. But we better be damned careful in the future about this kind of shit."

"Oh wait, do you have to go to your tent right now?" she petulantly moaned. "Oh, I guess you do. But listen, Dad, can't we figure out a way to do this more often. Jesus, I get so horny from being around you without being able to do anything about it."

"I wish we could, Kelly," he said. "You damned well know how much I love to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours – it was me that first started you in at this, remember? But with your mother and Lilly around, I don't see any way to improve things any. For now, anyway. Go to sleep now. But try to straighten things up in here a little bit first, okay? If Lilly sees you girls' tent messed up like this, she's liable to get funny ideas. She's getting a little older now."

"Don't worry about her," Kelly said. "But wait, Dad, before you go – when can we be alone again? Huh? Can't we…"

"We'll just have to play it by ear," he cut her off. "Just so we don't take any dumb chances. Tonight I think we came pretty close to blowing it. Good night, sleep tight."

"I can't sleep very tight any more, Daddy," she teased. "I'm not a virgin any more, remember?"

As soon as Curt got to his tent he grabbed a towel and dipped it in a bucket of water, then proceeded to give himself a Marine bath. At home things were much simpler. He simply took a nice, invigorating shower after his love sessions with Kelly. That way there was no trace of anything amiss when Karol came home later from her bridge club. But out here in the wilds it was more difficult to conceal the evidence. He washed off as thoroughly as possible and then put his forefinger to the foreskin of his limp cock and brought it to his nose.

Damn it, the scent of his daughter's cunt juice was still all too prominent. He started to have another go at it but was stopped short by the sound of Lilly's voice piping up from outside. He quit what he was doing and jumped into his cot. Whew! That had been close. Just a few more minutes in the girls' tent and he would have been caught there, quite literally, with his pants down. He listened as Karol said good night to Lilly and then walked into their tent.

When she saw the light blown out she was uptight. "Curt… Curt, you're not asleep, are you? You promised you'd wait up for me. Of all the…"

"Don't get shook, honey," he said from his cot. "I'm not asleep, I'm just taking it easy."

Her whole outlook changed. She slipped out of her clothes and came to his cot. He expected her to spend at least a few minutes telling him about their trip to the ranger tower, but she was obviously thinking of other things. She gave him a big kiss and began telling him how aroused she had become that morning when he and the girls were out fishing. As she talked she toyed with his hair and soon her hand was under the light sheet and approaching his groin. She very unshyly placed her naked tits on the edge of his cot.

Curt still got along swell in bed with Karol after eighteen years of marriage. But taking her on immediately after popping the meat to their daughter was a bit more than he felt like handling at the moment. He knew Karol was plenty hot to trot, so he half-heartedly began manipulating her big, excited nipples. When his penis was discovered to be limp by Karol's searching fingers, she was a little put out.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked. "Don't you feel like, it? I thought you'd be rested up and all set for giving some good loving to your poor, horny wife."

He begged off saying that he guessed he had overdone it more than he thought on the fishing trip with the girls. For a few seconds she seemed pretty dejected but she recovered without much trouble.

"That's okay," she told him. "I guess you are pretty bushed after tearing around over the creek bank with them. Here, baby, raise the sheet and at least let me give you a blow job, okay?"

He tensed up. Was Kelly's scent gone from his groin enough so that Karol wouldn't detect it?

"Aw, that's okay, honey," he said. "Hell, if I can't give you a nice healthy fucking, you don't have to…"

"But I want to," she broke in. "For me. I'm telling you, I don't know what's got into me lately, but I'm so horny I have to have some kind of loving. I think I can darn near bring myself off just from having that thing in my mouth."

She had him. He could hardly argue with that. She wasn't asking him to do a damned thing but lie there and let her work on his prick with her mouth. Besides, he was beginning to feel a bit randy himself by now. When she put her mind to it, his wife really could suck a mean prick. He raised the side of the sheet.

"If you really want to, then," he said. "If you won't be pissed at me for not being more…"

Her head shot under the covers with a rapidity that astonished him. Instead of replying to him, she socked her mouth on his cock without even waiting till he finished talking.

"Ummmm… ummmm," he heard her saying. He could also feel her saying it, since she was making her lips vibrate on his glans.

She slipped her lips over the head of it and began gently biting the shaft with the edges of her teeth. It began to swell. He felt the head of it expand toward the back of her throat as her tongue gleefully applied itself to the sensitive undersides.

He let his hand fall down his side and idly grabbed a handful of tit. It was the least he could do, he thought, under the circumstances. She showed her appreciation by opening and closing her mouth on his slick glans and making a sexy slurping noise as she did so.

She pulled her mouth off for a second and said, "Like it, baby? Am I doing it good for you?"

"Yeah," he said. "Oh yeah, you're doing it great. But how about yourself? Isn't your cunt getting awful hot to be fucked? You must be getting pretty itchy between your legs to be giving me such a nice mouth job."

But she was too anxious to get a mouthful of prick again to reply. As she plopped her lips back on the stiff organ, she took his hand and placed it between her legs. She was jerking herself off!

Wow, she must be so hot she's about to bust a gut for her to be doing that to herself, he thought. It had been years after Kelly was born before he even got her to admit she ever did such things as handle her own organs. And much longer after that before she would do it in front of him. Even then it was usually just to please him after he kept on at her about it, begging her to let him watch. It was very unusual for her to frig herself at her own initiative.

He loved the way it felt to touch her fingers while they busily stimulated the sweetmeat of her juicy pussy. Very soon he felt her sucking on his cock with extra force. At the same time he noticed that she increased the speed of her fingers against the fleshy lips of her cunt. Earlier, he had honestly believed he was incapable of raising a hard-on, much less shooting off. Yet her eager and erotic manipulations were making him change his mind. He could feel the come boiling up inside as her mouth kept up its steady sucking.

She'd keel over dead if she had any idea that thing had been inside her darling daughter's pussy less than an hour ago, he thought to himself. She was really giving him the works now. He gave a grunt and blew a thick stream into her mouth. She greedily disposed of it with a smacking of her lips and a bobbing of her Adam's apple, all the while jamming her fingers in and out of her cunt with more and more fervor.

Seconds later she started moaning and clamping her thighs as tightly as possible on the blurring fingers that were going like crazy inside her wet cunt. Then with a final groan of extreme pleasure received, she slumped forward over his cot and he felt her tits heaving.

She had quite obviously enjoyed a very gratifying climax. And she had provided him with one in the bargain – one which he had thought he wasn't up to after his earlier activities.

She gave him a big kiss and said, "That was scrumptious, Curt. I almost went out of my mind when I felt you shoot off iii my mouth. Thought you were too tired for such stuff."

"I did too," he replied, grinning in the dark. He gave her a long kiss and patted her naked ass. "But you got me going so much I was able to make it."

As she climbed into her cot with a sigh, and Curt rolled over onto his pillow in preparation for a good night's sleep, there was sudden activity in the girls' tent.

"But it didn't sound like any animal I ever heard," Lilly was saying to her sister. "It sounded more like somebody crying or… or somebody hurting real bad."

Kelly knew quite well what the noises had been that Lilly was so concerned about. In fact, she was lying there in a jealous snit because of them. It was one thing to know her parents made love with each other, but to actually overhear them doing it – that was different. She knew it was silly to feel the least bit jealous but she couldn't help it.

"It was just some animal off in the woods somewhere, I tell you," she staunchly maintained. "Now go to sleep, will you?"

"Well, okay," Lilly reluctantly agreed. "But it sure didn't sound like any animal I ever heard before."

Don't worry, little sister, Kelly thought to herself, you'll hear more 'animals' like that when you get a little older.

She lay quietly listening to Lilly's breathing and was soon relieved to hear her sleeping soundly. She lay recalling the first time her father had touched her nakedness. It was three years earlier, when she had just turned fifteen. She was lying in her bed at home sleeping as soundly as Lilly. Then she gradually woke up to the sensation of a hand stealing under the covers and lightly exploring the smooth skin under her nighty.

Kelly smiled to herself at the recollection. It was one night when her mother had taken Lilly to a school play and Dad had worked too late to go with them. But when he came home that night, he wound up doing something much more entertaining – seducing his teen-age daughter. Kelly remembered how she hadn't known what was happening to her at first, through the fog of sleep. And by the time she did know what was happening, it was feeling so good to her that she wanted it to go on and on. And Dad, good old Dad, made it do just that.

He roamed all over her young body feeling the swollen curves under her nighty and finally even putting his hands in the most secret and embarrassing places possible. He had worked his fingers through the leg-hole of her panties and proceeded to apply his attentions to her virginal pubes. It was the first time in her life she ever had another person's hand inside her undies and the thrill was so foreign and so exciting to her that she lay pretending to be asleep and letting him keep it up. Before he left her room that night, her father had awakened Kelly to the beautiful sensations to be had by spreading her legs for him.

Afterwards he would repair to her bedroom every chance he got and seek out his young daughter's hot little pussy. Before long he would have it dripping with juice from his careful touch. He cautioned her never to tell her mother or anyone at all – if she did, he would be in big trouble and wouldn't be able to continue the practice. Kelly enjoyed their secret so much that she wasn't about to do anything to bring it to a halt. Finally, several weeks after his first visit to her bedroom, he gently and lovingly slipped his throbbing penis through the thin skin of her maidenhead and brought an end to her virginity.

Kelly lay in the tent remembering how great it had been to finally have his cock inside her after weeks of being warmed up for it by his fingers. There was only one problem. He was very possessive with her and exercised harsh control over her dating. Her mother simply looked upon his exaggerated concern for his daughter's social life as a normal thing – after all, Kelly was uncommonly pretty. It seemed only natural to Karol that her husband watch over her a bit more carefully than if she had been an ugly duckling.

But Kelly knew that the real reason was simply sexual jealousy. Her father hated to think of what he called "one of those pimply-faced young hippies" laying a hand on the soft flesh of his daughter's body – flesh with which he was quite familiar.

Kelly gradually drifted off to sleep. Having a dad like hers did put a little strain on her dating activities, but the way he made up for it was very delightful. As for Mother, she had never discovered the arrangement. But then her relationship with her mother was an entirely different story. Entirely. Now she was breathing deeply, as far into dreamland as her little sister.

The next morning was swim time and bath time. Karol, summoning her most detached and enlighted tone of voice, explained to the girls that the whole family was going to bathe nude together in the creek. To Karol's surprise, neither of them seemed very shocked at the idea. Karol had thought they would be. Kelly's position was that she felt so grimy from going without a shower that she'd do almost anything to be able to get herself clean. Karol had no way of knowing that her daughter wouldn't be seeing anything new when Curt dropped his pants.

And Lilly seemed so unaware of the fact that she was a girl, at this point of her young life, that she wasn't overly concerned about it much either.

They took soap and towels to the secluded hole Curt had found and started to strip off. But just before Karol wiggled out of her pants – she was going to be first to shuck her clothes – their attention was taken by a commotion in the low grass on the other side of the creek. Lilly, always the curious one and usually the most energetic, dashed a few yards closer and then came sprinting back.

"Hey," she blurted in an excited stage-whisper, "it's a naked lady and a man with his pants down. And you should see what they're doing!"

CHAPTER THREE

"My God!" exclaimed Karol. "Curt, will you please go take a look at what this child saw over there? I'm taking the girls back to the camper. We certainly can't take a bath with stuff like this going on right here under our noses in broad daylight. The nerve of some people!"

She urged the rather reluctant girls along the path ahead of her while Curt went to check on the scene.

"What did you see?" Kelly asked innocently. She knew very well what her little sister must have been witness to, but she couldn't resist the temptation to have a little fun with her mother.

Karol gave her a sharp look. "Never mind what she saw," she exclaimed. "Certainly nothing fit for a little girl to see."

But Lilly had already started to answer, "Well, this man was fooling around with…"

"Just keep it to yourself," snapped Karol. "It was bad enough you had to see a thing like that, much less give us a blow by blow description of it."

Kelly tittered at her choice of words. Lilly looked up to see her sister and her mother exchange a strange glance between themselves. She felt left out.

"Mommy, what's Kelly laughing about?" she whined.

"Nothing," answered Karol. "She's just a silly girl, that's all – a silly, naughty girl."

Yet Lilly's sharp eyes detected that her mother, also, was doing all she could to hold back laughter. She shrugged her shoulders at the stupid ways of grown-ups and walked on up the path. But she was thinking.

With the womenfolk out of the way, Curt had walked quietly to the spot where Lilly had been standing when she reported her sighting. He peered across the creek and saw a young couple going at it. They obviously had no idea they were being watched. The girl, a cute little redhead in her early twenties, was strip-ass naked on the grass, letting the guy suck her tits. He had his pants down and the girl was displaying absolutely no hesitance whatsoever about touching his hard prick. In fact, she was doing much more than just touch it, Curt noticed, his own cock swelling in his pants. She was slowly slipping the foreskin up and down over his shiny glans in an extremely erotic manner.

Damn, she's a looker, Curt thought to himself, wish to hell I could swap places with him.

Curt knew Karol was expecting him back momentarily but it was all he could do to tear himself away. He headed back to join his family. As he looked over his shoulder for one last glance, the girl had her hair spread all over the guy's lap and was going down on him.

"Damn," he muttered aloud, wishing he could stay and watch.

When he caught up with the others they were almost back to the main road.

"Well, what now?" asked Kelly. "Do we all just stay dirty? I simply can't stand to be like this."

Lilly didn't seem to mind doing without a bath at all. She picked up a rock and sailed it at an oak tree.

Karol was disappointed at being forced to do without their planned bath, but she wasn't so concerned about the bath as about the couple who had caused them to miss out on it. "The very idea," she kept mumbling under her breath.

"Well," Curt said slowly, "it wasn't all that bad, honey. I mean, it isn't as though they were on the sidewalk in front of the library. They thought they were completely hidden away."

"Are you defending them?" said Karol quickly. "I don't care where they are, I don't want my twelve-year-old to be confronted with such things. It's enough to…"

"What about your eighteen-year-old!" posed Lilly. "Is she exempt or something? Is Kelly supposed to get to see it just because she's six years older than me?"

"Certainly not," Karol shot back. "I didn't mean that at all… neither one of you should be exposed to such things. I don't know what's got into this family. Curt's taking up for the pair, Lilly's wanting to make sure she doesn't miss out on it, and Kelly…"

She never finished her sentence, much to Kelly's disappointment. She wondered what her mother would assign as her sin.

"You folks having trouble?" came a voice from the main road.

Karol looked and recognized Jim, the man who had paid her the visit while the others were fishing. He had evidently heard their bickering. She hoped he hadn't heard much. She yelled up and said no, that they had just started to take a bath and had to change their plans.

"Yeah," piped up Lilly, "because I saw…"

Karol slammed her hand over the kid's mouth and finished her sentence for her: "… because she saw the water was too shallow in the creek," she called out.

Jim came down the hill to where they were standing and she made the introductions. He and Curt shook hands. "If that's your problem," Jim said, "then it's solved. The wife and I have a shower in our camper and you're more than welcome to use it."

Kelly's eyes danced. "Mom," she squealed, "a shower. A real shower! Can we… huh, can we go use it?"

They all piled into the back of his pick-up and rode to his camper. He said his wife was at the store and for them to go right ahead and take showers. He opened Curt a cold beer while Curt stood admiring his force-feed water hook-up to the creek.

Jim said he had to go feed his dogs and excused himself. Curt sat waiting in line with Karol and Lilly for the shower. Kelly was already happily singing underneath it and they could all hear her through the closed door.

As she finished and Karol took her place, Curt tired of sitting in the camper and ambled outside. As he rounded the corner he was met by the sight of Jim standing with his eye to a hole in the side of the outer wall and a beefy leer on his face.

Curt was infuriated. He ran up and started to punch Jim right in the nose without even asking questions. He knew damned well he was peeking at the shower.

Jim jumped up, tore his eye away from the eyehole and began making frantic apologies. He was red as a beet. He managed to hold Curt off long enough to keep from getting socked.

"Don't deny it, you bastard," Curt cried. "You were watching my wife take her clothes off, weren't you? And my daughter – I bet you were out here sneaking a peek when she was in there too, weren't you?"

"Now wait a minute, wait a minute," Jim blustered. "I didn't see your daughter at all. I – I admit I was looking at your wife just now. But hell, man, be civilized. Don't you and your wife swing any? All I was doing was looking at her. If you want to, I'll let you come over here and watch my wife. I'll do better than that. I'll let you come over and lay the meat to her if you'll do the same. Haven't you two ever switched off with another couple before?"

The enormity of all the ideas the man was throwing out was enough to simmer Curt down. He batted his eyes a couple of times and stood hesitantly, not sure whether to bash him in the mouth or thank him for his offer. But before he decided, they were interrupted by Jim's wife driving up in her car. She had arrived much earlier than expected and ruined her husband's plan in the process, unwittingly though it was on her part. Curt took one look at her and knew he didn't want any part of her. As soon as Karol finished her shower he dragged her and the girls away from there as quickly as possible without having to go into details with her about his reasons.

On the way back to their camper, Curt still didn't explain in full why he was so anxious to leave but it didn't matter. Lilly was the only one who failed to get her shower and she was glad of it. That night around their campfire he sat drinking beer and thinking how delicious and fragrant Kelly's pussy would be after her nice long shower if he could only think of a way to get his hands on it. It was a weird situation for him. Karol was all hot to trot again and kept rubbing up against him every chance she got and making veiled references to her desires. But it was Kelly that Curt couldn't get his mind off.

Maybe it was just the fact that sinking his cock into his daughter's young cunt was so… so forbidden, as opposed to his wife's more available cunt. He wasn't sure about the reasons. All he knew was that he could hardly stand to be around Kelly without taking a little pinch of her ass or getting a big hard-on from thinking what was waiting for him inside her panties if he could only get at it.

A couple of times when he was sure Karol and Lilly weren't looking, he did manage to cop a few feels. Once he got a nice handful of ass off of her and another time during the evening he took a bigger chance of being seen and got a quick feel of one of her jugs. He almost wished he hadn't, though. It only made him more horny for the real thing. The worst part of it was that he could tell she was dying to have his hands on her as bad as he was wanting to do it. Whenever she got the chance she shot him a glance so hot and sultry it would have melted butter. His prick was so big he began to worry about having Karol notice it… which would be hard to explain later when he begged off fucking her.

That night he told them all they'd be getting up at six o'clock the next morning, so everyone had to go to sleep early. In the privacy of their tent Karol tried to induce him into at least a quickie before going to sleep. But when he claimed they'd never get up in the morning if they indulged, she accepted it without too much ill will.

He sought to lift her spirits. Leaning over toward her cot after they had doused the lantern, he said, "Hell, honey, I don't want to have to hurry when I'm in bed with you. I like it nice and slow so I can take all the time I want underneath those cute little nighties you wear around at home."

That pleased her. She went to sleep peacefully and slept well. It took Curt a little longer. He lay on his back thinking how close he was to the succulent nakedness of his daughter – just a few yards, if it only weren't for… but that was the trouble. Too many ifs.

Kelly lay with her sensuous outline emphasized by the sheet draped loosely over her body. When she was sure Lilly was all the way asleep, she even ventured her hand down between her legs and gave her warm pussy a few love-strokes. At first she was thinking about her dad, but before she dozed off to sleep her mind wandered to Rex. He was her latest boyfriend back home. If only her dad wasn't so strict with her, she would really be interested in seeing a lot of Rex. She smiled to herself. She was sure that he would be interested in seeing a lot of her, too… in more ways than one.

She had never been in a situation yet with him where he had a chance to come onto her. He was awfully good-looking. How would it be, she wondered? She toyed with the moist folds of her pussy as she pictured how he might react to seeing her with her bra off or maybe getting a nice shot up her dress. She'd love to have him see all the curly black hairs that coiled between her legs. She felt her slit getting juicy at the thought.

Rex was always talking about how much he dug her long black hair. If she ever got a chance to show off her real hair to him he'd be certain to think much more of it. She lay on her side with her hand tight between her thighs and her fingers gingerly stimulating her damp sex. Her hips began to rock. She thought about how it would be to have Rex's hands up her dress, to have him feeling around under her blouse for a nice hot handful of titty. Her ass moved back and forth under the sheet with increasing rapidity.

She stuck her face under the top of the sheet and smelled the unmistakable scent of her aroused pussy. She could see her full jugs swollen high and taut-tipped off her chest. Suddenly she wanted to touch more than just her pussy, she wanted to dip her face down and fill her mouth with one of the creamy-smooth tits. She ducked her head under the cover, her fingers still on fire between her legs, and tried to suck one into her mouth. But she couldn't quite bend low enough. Her climax was fast approaching. She wrenched her face sideways and dug her sharp white teeth into her shoulder, whimpering like a baby and jamming her ass back and forth till she came.

Relief! At last she was reveling in the warm glow of the good healthy come she'd been needing so much. Ahhkhh…

But Lilly's voice suddenly broke the spell. "Hey, what's the matter, sis?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep. "I just woke up. Wasn't that you making all the fuss?"

Kelly's cheeks turned deep crimson in the darkness. To be caught giving yourself the business – and by your little sister! But she said she'd just woken up. If that was really true, then all she could have heard was the noises themselves…

"Oh, it's – it's okay now," she covered. "I… I was having kind of a nightmare, I'm all right now. Go on back to sleep."

Lilly shrugged her slim shoulder, patted her pillow, and gave herself up again to sleep.

Whew… close call, Kelly thought, I sure am glad she and I have our own bedrooms back home. Otherwise she just might hear 'nightmare noises' every once in a while – not to mention the times when Dad gets a chance to sneak into my bedroom and give me a few quick feels or get himself a little pussy-finger.

Relaxed and calm after her self-induced satisfaction, Kelly soon joined her sister in sleep.

The next morning the parents' tent was astir bright and early. But the girls weren't so eager to climb out of the sack. Curt stuck his head in their tent flap and said, "Okay, kids, let's get a move on. We have to get out of here early this morning to miss the freeway rush when we hit town."

He only had his head inside for a moment but it was time enough to exchange winks with Kelly as she gave him a quick look at one of her breasts. There was no time for funny stuff with her so he didn't try to complicate things. But as he left the tent and set about breaking camp, he realized that a picture was stuck in his mind from the brief sighting inside the girls' tent. He remembered how little Lilly had happened to be lying with the sheet partially exposing her upper body, and that her cotton nighty was pulled down over her shoulder on one side. It had revealed a cute little titty of surprising size.

Curt didn't even think of his younger daughter as having anything at all on her chest. But it suddenly occurred to him that it had been quite some time since he'd actually seen the kid naked. During that time, she had evidently developed pretty quickly. For in the place where there used to be nothing but a boy-nipple, there was now a pert swelling as big as a fat strawberry – dark and taut at the tip and with more than a little bit of nice, sweet titty-flesh welling up at the base.

Hmmmm, he thought, remembering his wife's comments about Lilly being ready for her first training bra. I guess Karol was right.

As the future was to tell, this was not the last time Curt had occasion to think of his younger daughter's mammary development.

They were on the road by six-thirty, and on the outskirts of the city by two in the afternoon. When they pulled into the driveway of their house, everyone was ready to head for the comfort of their air-conditioned rooms.

The phone rang before they'd been home a half-hour. It was Rex, Kelly's boyfriend of late. As she took the call in the privacy of her room, Curt complained, "Can you beat that? We're not home five minutes and already that pimply-faced hippie's pestering us."

"Don't exaggerate, dear," Karol reminded him. "We've been home a lot longer than five minutes – and just because he wears his hair a little long, and he has a touch of acne…"

"A little long?" yelled Curt. "Shit, you can't even tell he's got any ears. Next thing to go will be his eyes if he keeps letting it grow like that."

"Well, anyway, you should be proud your daughter's so popular," Karol continued. "The call's for her, not us. Just stay cool and don't get so worked up about it."

"Okay, okay," Curt gave in. "But when I think of that pimply-faced weirdo with his hands on my… on our daughter, it gives me the creeps. Hell, he looks like a girl himself." He smiled, pleased with his joke. "Why doesn't he get himself a boyfriend instead of a girl friend?"

"You're being silly again," chided Karol. "I don't think the length of his hair has anything to do with his sex life. And even if it did – there happens to be people who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose business is it to anybody but them?"

Curt let the subject drop, but he did think Karol's last comment was a strange one for her to make. For her to defend the boy himself was one thing, for her to bring in the subject of queers and defend them too wasn't like her. Or was it? She'd always been what he'd call a pretty liberal woman. Homosexuals were simply something that didn't ever come up in their conversation. Oh well, fuck it. It wasn't important. He just knew for sure he'd clobber any man that ever reached for his cock. He opened a bottle of beer and turned on the football game while Karol unloaded a few more things from the camper.

Lilly was entertaining herself in her room and Kelly was in hers still talking on the phone to Rex. They were the same age, but she was pretty sure that he hadn't had much experience, even though he was quite good-looking. It gave her a charge to play with his feelings once in a while and have a little fun by acting unperturbed while he fizzled. Sometimes when they were together she'd "accidentally" give him a breath-taking shot up her skirt and act like she didn't even notice it. Or just happen to lean over where she knew he could see almost all the way to one of her nipples. It gave her a kick to see him squirm around with a big hard-on under his pants as he tried to pretend nothing was happening.

She had discovered she could do pretty much the same thing on the telephone. They had already got the routine things out of the way – he had asked her for a date Friday night and she had accepted – so now they were just chatting.

"Just a minute," she excused herself, then dropped the phone to the bed and giggled so he wouldn't hear. After a little bit she got back on the line.

"Sorry," she explained, "but the air conditioner's turned up a little too high. I had to throw something over me to keep from freezing."

"Oh yeah," he responded. "But aren't you… dressed?"

"Oh, you know how girls run around when they're just by themselves in their own bedrooms," she said nonchalantly.

"Oh," he said, "you mean a robe… a housecoat of some kind?" His voice sounded a bit odd.

"No, silly," she giggled. "I said in my bedroom, not out at the breakfast table with the family. That's the only place I wear things like a robe or housecoat."

"But you were cold," he said. "You just now put something else on to keep warm, you said. What was that?"

"Oh, I just tossed one of my nighties over my shoulders," she said. "I'm sitting on my bed so there was one handy."

"A… a nighty? That's all you put on?" he asked, excitement rising in his voice. "Then – then what were you wearing before… what did you have on when I first called you?"

"When the phone rang I just had my bra and panties on," she blandly told him. "You know, I was just tripping around in my bedroom so that's all I need."

"Your… uh… bra and panties," he rasped. "You're just sitting there on the bed in your bra and panties right now with a nighty tossed over your shoulders?"

"Sure," she calmly told him. "What's so funny about that? That's what most girls wear in their bedrooms." She giggled. "I mean it's not like I was out in public, Rex!"

"No… no, I didn't mean that," he said. His voice was deep and shaky and his words were coming slower. "Listen, what… what do they look like – I mean what kind of bra and panties you got on? What color are they?"

"Huh?" she said, feigning surprise that such routine details would interest him. "Oh, just a plain old blue bra and a regular little pair of bikini panties," she innocently responded.

"Oh," he said, his voice vibrating, "is… is that what you're wearing now under the nighty?" She could hear another sound, too, a rhythmic sort of slapping faint in the background.

"Sure, why?" she commented guilelessly.

"Listen," he said, his voice rushing, "I… I have to go. Mom's calling me. I… I'll see you Friday night."

She heard the receiver slick into its cradle and then rolled over on her back laughing like a loon. Actually she was fully dressed, just as she had walked in from the camper. She had only told him all that to get him all hot and bothered.

"I know damn well he was giving himself a hand job," she said softly to herself. She smiled to herself as she thought of what some of her goody-goody girl friends would think of hearing her use such dirty words, not to mention what their reaction would be to what she had just done on the telephone with her sexy voice.

Such girls tried to pretend things like hand jobs didn't exist even for boys, much less for girls. On the other hand, Kelly had a few friends from her high school days – just a few months past, after all – who knew the score and weren't afraid to admit it. They were only too aware of such activities as putting their hands on a boy's nice fat cock and giving a hot little session of fingering, because they had done it. Kelly knew they had because she had talked about it a few times. Both Jeannie and Pam had admitted doing it more than once. They said they had done it to give their boyfriends the relief they knew they needed without having to flop down in the back seat and spread their legs for them. And once when she and Pam had been talking about especially intimate things, Pam had even confessed to giving herself a hand job. Kelly remembered how glad Pam was when she admitted that she also did it once in a while. Pam had thought maybe girls weren't as bad as boys about masturbating themselves, and that she was especially naughty for doing it.

Kelly slipped out of her clothes and headed toward the shower, her fine twin firmnesses jouncing solidly as she walked. She was still thinking about sex. There were things she could share with girls like Pam and Jeannie, but even with them she knew she could never come clean about one of her biggest secrets – how she let her own father fuck her, and how she'd been laying for him for three years. She stepped into the shower and felt the wonderfully welcome water wash the grime of the long car trip from her body. As for the rest of her secrets… well, there were a few things her father didn't know, too, even though he thought he was her closest confidante. She turned her wet nakedness front wards so the hot fountain coursed over her plump tits and on down to the jungle-thick curls of her pouting crotch. And what her father didn't know, she was certainly never going to tell him, she continued to mull over in her mind. Not a chance! It was too groovy having things the way they were and Kelly definitely wanted to keep them that way.

As she dried herself off she thought of her girl friends with all their dumb dates… boys only a few years older at most – rank amateurs compared to where she got her loving from. It was funny that she had never given in and let Rex have a little pussy, though. She grinned mischievously to herself as she powdered her smooth nakedness before her mirror. Maybe she'd just do that little thing sometime before too long. As big a reason as any for holding out so long from Rex, of course, was her father's jealousy and the way he controlled her dating so strictly. But there were ways, if she wanted to bad enough.

She glanced at herself as she slipped into her silk panties and jeans. She knew darned well that Rex sure would love to see her that way, all smooth and naked and getting into her clothes – even if he was a little shy for a guy his age. She got into a shirt, leaving her tits comfortably bare beneath it, and kept thinking of Rex. Maybe she'd give him a little tease-job before long and see how he took it.

As she left her bedroom to join the others, she almost stumbled over Lilly on the floor outside her door.

"And just what are you doing here?" she demanded.

Lilly shrugged thin shoulders. "Don't get steamed up," she replied impertinently. "I wasn't listening to your dumb old telephone conversation if that's what you're worried about. I'm just sitting here while I whittle me a whistle out of this stick. See?"

She held up her handiwork.

"Well, you better not have been," Kelly retorted, going on into the living room.

As she went out on the front porch she thought to herself, Hey, wait a minute, how did the little brat know I was even on the phone at all if she wasn't eavesdropping? I had my door closed. Oh well, even if she was she probably couldn't make out anything I was saying – if she could, she sure got an earful, that's for sure!

She mused that just maybe, her little tomboy sister was starting to finally get old enough to be interested in something besides softball and climbing trees. When Kelly had been her age, she remembered, she was already plenty interested in boys and doing all she could to find out what the score was. But then maybe she was more mature at that age. Her breasts had developed early, she remembered, and had certainly been bigger than the barely visible little titties on Lilly's chest. Perhaps her mind had been equally precocious, and that accounted for the difference in them.

Her parents were obviously gone, she noted. They were probably off in the bedroom. Kelly felt a touch of jealousy at the thought of them alone in there. They were probably locked in each other's arms and really going at it.

Curt always claimed that he liked burying his big cock in her "juicy little snatch", as he often called it, much better than doing it with her mother. That made Kelly feel awfully good when he said it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed fucking Karol a lot more than he let on. Oh well, it didn't make any difference, really, Kelly tried to tell herself. After all, her mother was an awfully good looking woman for her age – still pretty young at that. Why shouldn't her father get a big thrill from it? Even if he lied about it so Kelly would still continue to open up her sweet young cunt for him whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Kelly sat in the porch swing, idly buffing her nails, as she thought about what was probably going on in their bedroom. Maybe she would just figure out a way to have a scene with Rex sooner than she had even planned. Or, for that matter, why limit it to him? Even though he was handsome, and had more or less been her boyfriend for several months, he was awfully slow when it came to sex. Maybe one of the other guys who liked her would be better. Like David, Jeannie's groovy boyfriend. She knew he liked her from the way she had seen him looking at her. Was Jeannie too good a friend to have that happen, though?

Kelly stretched her long legs languorously across the porch swing and thought of his hard, football-hardened muscles and his confident, aggressive manner. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her conscience a bit to make a little play for David in spite of Jeannie. Heck, Jeannie would probably do the same thing to her if she had the chance. And it wasn't like she wanted to permanently take him away from Jeannie or anything like that. Kelly grinned to herself. All she wanted from David was just to get him alone and then let nature take its course. If he grooved on her as much as his eyes seemed to imply, then things might get pretty hot. And if it happened that he didn't, no sweat. Kelly lay down the fingernail buffer and let her hand pass gently over the curve of her bulging shirt. She had a good idea David would definitely be pleased by what was under there… especially if she let him do more than just look.

Inside in the house, Lilly finished making her whistle and gave it a couple of experimental toots. Its sound went all through the house and emphasized how quiet things were.

"Jeez," she said under her breath, "where's everybody at, I wonder? Sure is quiet in here."

She went to the window and saw Kelly lounging in the porch swing, then headed for her parents' master bedroom. The door was locked. Little Lilly cocked her head before it in surprise. Sometimes at night they locked that door, but she couldn't remember them doing it in the daytime. She glanced behind her to make sure that Kelly was still safely occupied, then pressed her ear to the keyhole.

"No sugar," she heard her father saying, "I want it, too. I'm just afraid it's a little ballsy of us to do it here in the daytime with the girls home. At night it's different. They're in their own bedrooms and we don't have to worry about them hearing anything."

Lilly became extremely interested. What is it they don't want me to hear? she wondered. Heck, I'm gonna do better than that – I'm gonna look and see what it is.

She dropped her knees to the floor, pulling her ear from the keyhole and putting her eye there in its place. There before her astonished gaze was her father and mother on the bed together. She had his pants off and was cramming her hand into his shorts!

CHAPTER FOUR

Lilly could hardly believe what she saw through the keyhole.

"Jeez," she whispered to herself, her eyes widening, "Mom's… Mom's putting her hand on Daddy where it's nasty! Wow, I gotta see this!"

Inside the room, Curt was giving in fast. He grinned at Karol and said, "Okay, baby, I'm convinced."

She smiled as she pressed her hand deeper into his jockey shorts, unwittingly providing her young daughter with an increasingly erotic view. She moistened the surfaces of her lips with a dart of her tongue as she spoke.

"You mean I've finally convinced you the girls aren't anything to worry about?" she asked.

"No, just that I'm getting such a hard-on for your hot juicy cunt that I've gotta have some of it – daughters or no daughters!" he exclaimed.

Lilly watched in awe as her father upended her mother in the middle of the bed and made a grab for her blouse. The move caused her hand to come out of his shorts, but now it was Daddy who was being the nasty one in her place. He was unbuttoning Mom's blouse and getting up in bed with his knees over her prostrate body.

Lilly put her hand over her mouth in amazement, squelching the words she was about to whisper. She couldn't take a chance on getting caught at a time like this.

Wow, she thought to herself, there's… there's Daddy's thing! Just sticking right out where, you can see it, too… every bit of it. Once a long time ago when I saw him in the bathroom peeing, it didn't look anything at all like – it's so big now!

Lilly felt a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach as she looked on. At first it was fear, fear at seeing for the first time some of the things that went on in her parents bedroom… things that she had never thought of before. But then the feeling in her stomach changed. For a minute she thought she might be going to get sick. The sight of her father with his big, red penis exposed was too much for her. But no, it wasn't a sick feeling in her stomach, exactly, she realized. It was really strange though, and different than anything she could remember. It was all funny and kind of… fluttery. Sort of a warm, fluttery sensation that somehow seemed to embarrass her and at the same time to make her feel good. It was a little bit scary, somehow, yet she wanted to keep watching and letting her stomach feel that way. She glued her eye to the keyhole and watched with fast-beating heart.

"Here, lover," Karol said, "let me help. This is too slow. I want my tits naked for you right now."

She quickly sloughed off the blouse and Curt feasted his eyes on her tight-fitting bra. The soft, smooth flesh of her big tits overflowed the cups and created sensual wrinkles of plump skin at the top of the straining undergarment.

"Then here's what you were after, honey," he said, coming out of his pants and underwear. He tossed them off the bed and stood kneeling in front of her with his stiff prick waving like a big stuffed knockwurst. He was red in the face.

"Yeah, baby," she cried enthusiastically. "That's what I wanted, okay."

As she spoke she reached behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere strap and jerked it loose. Her bounteous jugs came bursting from their confinement.

Jeez, thought Lilly as she looked on, them are really big ones. I must have seen Mom with her bra off before sometime or other, but I didn't notice how big her boobies were!

Now they weren't talking. But the things they were doing to each other made their young daughter's eyes pop.

Curt hugged his wife's tits tightly against his chest and planted his lips on hers. She immediately opened her mouth and let him inside, presenting her hot tongue to his. But she wanted more of him, more of him and more of him fast.

She moved her hands in frenzy across his chest and nailed the top button, then quickly took care of the rest. The sight of his curly hairs made her more eager than ever. She pulled the garment off and crushed her naked tits to his now-naked torso. The two of them clutched each other firmly and wrapped their arms and hands back as though they couldn't stand to be even that far away. All that covered Curt's body now were his pants around his lower legs. Karol took care of that in short order and Lilly looked on as her father lay buck naked on the soft resilience of her mother's curves.

She still had her lower clothes on, but not for long. Curt snaked them off fast, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He was damned glad she wasn't wearing panty hose – he was to the point where he wanted the feel of her naked skin against his legs and even the sheer sexy material of panty hose would have been too much.

"Go on, lover," Lilly heard her mother moan. Then some words she could barely make out. Something about how she "couldn't wait" and something about "panties" and "your big beautiful prick" and once she even heard her mom say the words "hot, sweaty cunt" and "a good thorough fucking."

When Lilly heard that she grew red in the face and slapped her hand over her mouth in amazement. She'd only heard that word a very few times and every time it had been naughty, older girls that said it. She knew it was a terrible word and couldn't believe that her mom would speak such language.

Now her dad was on top of her mom and had his big thing between her legs. Lilly could see the thick shaft of it and the twin weights of his curly-haired balls every time he raised up. He had his knees between her mom's legs and was working his body up and down, letting his big swollen thing… my gosh, he was jamming right between the lips of her mom's naked cunny – and she was letting him do it and was wiggling her bottom around on the bed like she wanted him to keep on doing it more and more!

She saw how wet the exposed skin of her parents' organs had become and marveled at it. The only time her tiny little cunny ever got that wet was when she was in the bath tub. And even then it wasn't so red-looking like her mom's was. She watched her dad's body rise up and down over the shamelessly naked form of her mom, and saw how the two of them were sweating. Big drops of sweat ran down his ass and down the slopes of her mom's big boobies and off the smooth skin of her stomach.

Lilly saw how thick and furry-looking the hair grew between her mom's thighs and mentally compared it with her own barely pubescent little mound. Would she ever have a cunny as covered with hairs as that, she wondered? Unconsciously she dropped a hand between her legs and touched herself in the crotch, aware that she sported only two or three hairs there. She had her clothes on, so all she did was graze her fingers across the tight material of her clothes that stretched tautly over her young pussy. But even that was enough to confirm the utter childishness of her organs compared with those of her mother – it would be an awfully long time, obviously, before she sported a big muff of womanly hair between her slender thighs.

Her dad was hunching faster in the bedroom. Her eyes were transfixed by the sight of his fat instrument sliding in and out between the damp, smooth columns of her mom's legs.

"Oh… oh Jesus, Curt," moaned Karol. "You're filling me full of it, you're giving me just what I need. Come on, lover, come on and… ahhh, that's the way, push it all the way back to my guts – you won't hurt me, go ahead and shove it in… oh… oh God!"

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna ream your out good and proper… here, how do you like this," he cried, baring down on her. "How's this feel back in there where your cunt's so damned hot and horny, huh? How does that do you?"

Karol's curvy body was plastered so tightly to his that Lilly couldn't even see any space between her breasts and Curt's curly chest. Her mouth was open but her lips just seemed to hang loosely as his strong shaft plunged in and out of her juicy fuck hole. The only sound coming from her lips was a continuing, low moan punctuated from time to time by a few sharp gasps.

In their mounting passion, Curt plowed her body deep into the bed with every stroke. Finally the motion managed to turn them sideways on the bed till Lilly was presented with an entirely new view. Although she could no longer make out any words they were mouthing, the new angle gave the youngster plenty to occupy herself with. Her mother's feet spread widely apart, the soles toward the door, and her father's muscular ass bobbed up and down farther up, between her thighs. Lilly had a perfect view of the angry, reddened shaft of his big prick as it surged in and out of her mother's moist cunt.

She saw that the lips were flushed and shiny with moisture, and that they seemed to quiver violently every time her dad sunk his strong tool between them. His big balls were now exposed from the back, and she could see them swing against the tightly compressed crack of her mom's asshole.

Wow, Lilly thought, I knew there was some kind of secret stuff they did together in the bedroom but I had no idea it was… was like this! It… it gets me all funny in my cunt to see them do things like they're doing. I gotta try to sneak a peek as often as I can. Maybe I can catch them at it again if I…

But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Kelly's footsteps entering the house. Lilly took one last desperate look through the keyhole, then dashed down the hall and into her bedroom before Kelly had a chance to catch her.

Inside the master bedroom, Curt and Karol grunted and twisted their heated bodies together just as before. The absence of Lilly at the keyhole was totally irrelevant to their spirited fucking. She grabbed him hard around the neck and rubbed her tits against him so hard they almost bruised. She caught a look at his screwed-up face and knew he couldn't last much longer. Gripping his thighs between her calves, she clinched her excited pussy tighter against his swollen cock and brought herself nearer and nearer to release.

Oh God, she thought frenziedly to herself. I'd love to have that beautiful hunk of meat in me for another hour, but if he's about to shoot off in there I'm gonna get my cookies too!

She started her ass moving under him faster and faster. Pretty soon her juicy cunt was slapping the sides of his cock with the speed of an outboard motor. Curt felt the spunk swell up from his balls, then the tension built up at the base of his prick and he sensed the quick, maddeningly pleasurable pressure of an oncoming orgasm. He grunted like a bear and let it happen. He climaxed like a rocket and felt the tip of his hungry cock erupt with a thick stream of spunk.

Karol felt the steamy come shoot against the insides of her ravenous pussy. It was all she needed to bring her to flash-temperature – she bit her lips and came like a bitch dog in heat.

Even as his cock began to subside from its rock-hard state, she continued to ram her plump cunt around it for several seconds, milking the beloved instrument of all possible pleasure. A smaller, secondary orgasm filled her groin and when it hit, she fell back on the bed exhausted and wonderfully satisfied.

Later as they lay getting their wind back, Karol took his cock in her hand and patted it affectionately. It was soft now, but it had done its job well.

"Damn it, honey," she told him, "you don't know how bad I've been needing that. It didn't seem to bother you all that much not being able to get in each other's pants while we were up camping, but it sure got to me. I was really hot to have this nice little thing swell up and ream my cunt out for me."

Curt thought he heard a thinly disguised complaint in her voice. He couldn't have her suspecting that he didn't have as much time for her as in the past, because of how much pussy he was getting from Kelly on the side.

"I don't know what makes you think I wasn't missing it just as much as you were," he was quick to say.

He leaned up and licked her naked nipple. "Don't you think I got as hot as a bastard seeing you around camp and not being able to fuck you as much as usual? Remember, we both decided we better lay off because of how close the girls were to us. It wasn't just me."

His claim of desiring her made her feel better. Strictly speaking, what he said was true. It was just that she had the idea he wasn't quite as interested in fucking her as he used to be. She smiled down at him as he caressed her nipple with his tongue.

"Well, you have to admit I gave you the next best thing to a good fuck when we were up there," she said.

Curt recalled with pleasure the night she had mouthed him off, putting her lips around his cock and working on it till he came. She did it that way so they wouldn't make enough noise for the girls to hear from their bunks in the tent next door.

"You sure did, honey," he admitted. "And you know how much I love to have you go down on me, too."

Karol beamed under his compliment. She looked down into his eyes as he playfully toyed with her nipple. She knew, all right. But she happened to like giving a suck job about as much as he did receiving one from her. And speaking of sucking, his lips were beginning to feel awfully good on her taut, sensitive nipple.

He saw her start sinking into a mood of deep languor, so he stopped short and kissed her on the mouth. Then he hopped from bed.

"Hold on, baby," he chided. "Don't go getting yourself all worked up again, now. We've already been in here a long time, you know. The girls are going to be getting hungry pretty soon. Me too, as far as that goes. Don't you think you better get some dinner cooking?"

Reluctantly, Karol agreed. They both enjoyed a nice shower and she set to work while he hit the refrigerator for a cold beer and turned on the television. She started to kid him about how easy he was having it, but held back. Tomorrow when he had to go back to work, it would be his turn to be on the short side of things and her turn to enjoy relaxing in front of the television set.

Karol called the girls to help her with a few things but only Lilly showed up. She said that Kelly had gone over to a girlfriend's house. To Jeannie's, she thought. Curt overheard and yelled to his wife.

"It better be to Jeannie's," he said. "She better not be trying to meet that hippy boyfriend of hers again. She knows damn good and well she's only supposed to see him twice a week."

Karol told him to keep his shirt on, there was no reason whatsoever for them to think Kelly had gone to meet Rex. As Lilly helped around the kitchen, Karol thought she caught the girl eyeing her sort of strangely but she dismissed it from her mind. If she had had the slightest idea that young Lilly had been spying on her and Curt in the bedroom, she'd have known the reason for the expression on the girl's face.

After dinner Kelly called home to say she was at Jeannie's house. When Curt asked why she hadn't told them where she was going before she left, Kelly said, with a trace of acid in her voice, "Because I couldn't find either one of you, Dad, that's why. You were both off in your bedroom if I'm not mistaken."

Curt understood the reason for her barbed comment. She was a little bit jealous of him making love to Karol. Actually, it kind of pleased him for her to react that way. It meant she loved the cock he was giving her every once in a while and that she would give him lots more in the future. When she asked if she could stay at Jeannie's a lot later, he gave his permission.

"But not all night, young lady," he warned her.

"Oh Daddy," she answered. "What's wrong… afraid I won't be around for you to feel up if you manage to slip away from Mom for a few minutes? Is that it?"

Even though Curt knew that Karol couldn't possibly hear Kelly's words, he froze when he heard them. If she was talking from Jeannie's house… but no, Kelly was undoubtedly out of earshot from any of them. She knew better than to be so careless with her mouth.

He recovered his composure. "Just be good," he told her, "and come on home by midnight or so."

He started to hang up but her voice was still on the line. The little minx. She was teasing him on purpose, knowing he could hear her but her mother couldn't.

"Oh, I'll be good, Dad," she cooed sweetly, "I'll be good and when I come home you can give me a little kiss for getting home in time, huh? A little kiss, and maybe a little feel, Dad, too. Right? You can stick your hand under my blouse and give my tits a nice working over when Mom isn't looking. Or if we're really lucky, we might even have enough time for you to sneak your fingers into my panties and give me a little attention there… in my pussy, Dad… how would that be?"

Then she hung up the phone. He grinned to himself. The little tease. She knew damned well it got him hot as hell to have her talk like that. Especially when he was in a situation where he couldn't do a damned thing about it.

He glanced around uneasily to see if Karol was anywhere near him. She wasn't and he let out a sigh of relief. His cock had swollen as Kelly talked on, and he didn't relish the idea of having to hide it from Karol as they ate. He made a quick trip to the bath room and washed the head of it in cold water to make it deflate.

But while the rest of the Carson family ate dinner, Kelly was occupied with matters a long way removed from eating. She had called from Jeannie's house, all right. That much had been true. But she wasn't going to be there until midnight. She was actually going to be spending those few hours with Jeannie's boyfriend, David. To her surprise – and carefully concealed delight – he had dropped by to tell Jeannie he couldn't take her out that night as planned. He had to help his uncle move, he told her. When Kelly heard that, she suddenly became interested in getting back home fast. Could he drop her off, maybe, Kelly asked Jeannie?

Unaware of her devious plans, Jeannie asked David to drop Kelly off in his car and he complied. Hmmmm… maybe a little too fast, in fact, Jeannie thought to herself as the two of them walked down the driveway. Oh well, he might try to get fresh with Kelly – but Kelly wouldn't let him get far. Rex was her boyfriend. And besides, Kelly was one of her best friends. Even if she wasn't going with anyone in particular, Kelly wouldn't make a play for the boyfriend of one of her closest girl friends. Jeannie didn't realize, however, that she knew Kelly far less than she thought she did.

They were hardly a half block away in David's car when he turned to Kelly and asked her if she had to be home right away for real, or if it was a gag.

Kelly was indignant. "What do you mean, a gag?" she asked.

"Don't get shook," he grinned, his strong white teeth flashing. "I just now told Jeannie a little fib myself – I don't really have to help anybody move tonight. I thought you just might have been feeding her the bull yourself."

Kelly claimed she had done no such thing. She really did have to be home soon. But when she asked David why he had lied, he turned to her with a confident smile and baldly replied, "Oh, just thought I might get a chance to be alone with you for a while. I've been wanting to know you a lot better than I do, Kelly, that's all. But you're always with that dumb klutz, Rex."

She was flattered by his open admission he was interested in her, but she didn't want to admit she felt the same way about him. She denied his innuendos and talked back to him.

"So Rex is a klutz, huh?" she said. "And I guess you're a big Romeo, right? Is that the scene?"

He loved the way she looked when she was coming on haughty like that, with her long hair down her shoulders and her nose imperiously stuck in the air. He bet she was really a looker underneath her clothes where it really counted, too.

"I'll never tell," he smugly retorted. "There might be a few girls around who'd say that, though. If you didn't have to run home to Mommy so soon, I might show you and let you make up your own mind."

In one way his superior air irritated the hell out of Kelly. But in another way – in the deep core of her femininity – there was an almost magnetic attraction. Rex never talked that way, was never that sure of himself. David was definitely a different kind of guy. But the question was, did she want to find out just how different? And the crack about her having to get home to Mommy made her blood boil. She'd play his own little game, she decided.

"Ha!" she chortled. "What makes you think I want to know you any better than I already do? For your information, Mr. Smart Ass, I don't have to 'run home to Mommy'. If I wanted to, I could just call up and tell my folks I'd be a little late."

She wouldn't have him know she'd already made the call from Jeannie's house.

"Oh, I don't know," he answered. "I just can't believe you're that much different from other girls. I mean, I don't usually get exactly what you'd call the cold shoulder from most chicks."

His arrogance was pissing Kelly off but she had to admit that what he was saying was true. It was mainly the way he was saying it that turned her off.

"I'll admit I'm no different from most other guys," he went on, keeping on the same subject. "So why should you be different from most other chicks? I mean, hell Kelly, when I take a good look at your bra and see how well you're put together, or when I get a break and get to see up your skirt a little ways higher than usual – I get really turned on. Just like any other guy does when he sees the same thing. You aren't going to tell me you don't know what a sharp-looking chick you are, now are you?"

His line was insidious. She might have even begun to fall for it if it hadn't been for that reference to her bra. She didn't like guys getting that personal with her so quickly.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "When you 'take a good look at my bra', huh? Well, it just so happens I'm not even wearing a bra today. So I guess that means you just don't know what you're talking about. And as far as copping a look up my skirt, I…"

"No shit?" he blurted, cutting her short. "You really aren't wearing a bra underneath your shirt? Come on, you gotta be. No chick's got a pair that nice without having a little support and shaping. You telling me you're naked all the way under there?"

His compliment was so unexpected and sincere that she was taken back. She was quite proud of her adorably shaped, high-pointed tits – but she'd never had a boy be so effusive and so… so sexy about the way she talked about them. Yet there was an implied challenge in his words. She couldn't let him think she was wearing some kind of damn falsies under there.

Quick as a wink, she pulled her shirt up and exposed the succulent mounds of her juicy young tits to his eyes, then jerked it back down just as quickly. He had his eyes on the road and barely got a peek at them before she had them covered again.

"Well," she asked, her voice bright with pride, "see any sign of a bra over 'em?"

He slowed the car and pulled up a side street as he spoke. "Come on, Kelly," he cried. "That's not fair. Jesus, you can't just up and show those things off to a guy while he's driving – with no warning – and expect him to get a look at them. If you aren't afraid, let's see 'em again. Now I can look at 'em without crashing into a telephone pole or another car."

He stopped the car behind an old garage. It looked dark and quiet all around, like nobody would be coming by. It made Kelly feel sexy to be there with him.

"Or are you still sweating calling your Mom?" he said. "You have to check in with her if you're going to be a few minutes late?"

She laughed softly. "Well, I'm not afraid… no. I showed them to you once, didn't I? Wasn't my fault if you can't drive good enough to keep the car in the road and look at them at the same time, is it? And don't worry about me calling my folks. That's cool. Just worry about your eyes if you can't see any better than that."

It was David's turn to be on the defensive. She was certainly a sharp-tongued little number, he was finding out. But he liked the direction their cat-and-mouse game was taking. He was getting the hots for her so bad he could taste it, too.

"Maybe I didn't get a very good look at them," he exclaimed, sliding across the seat toward her, "but you better believe I'll sure feel 'em good."

He ran his hand adeptly under her loose-bottomed shirt and was rewarded with a handful of some of the smoothest, firmest titty-skin he'd ever felt.

"David!" she exclaimed. "What the hell do you think you're doing, anyway? You just better…"

But he cut her short. "Hey, wait a minute, love," he told her, his voice rich and sexy, "aren't you the chick that just said she wasn't interested in me? Honey, if you mean what you said then you ought to be able to let me put my hands on you without even getting the least bit hot and bothered – right? Of course, on the other hand, if you are beginning to go for me a little…"

He was confusing her. And not only with his words. He had a full hand on one of her tits now and she still hadn't done anything about it. And with his other hand he was already unbuttoning her shirt!

His handsome face was looming over her now, just inches away from the smoothness of her cheeks and lips. Her voice was quieter this time, and tinged with an edge of frank arousal.

"Can anybody see us here?" she asked guardedly. "Will there be anybody passing by here?"

Her lips were soft and moist, only inches below the hard lines of his own mouth. He raised his forearms, spreading the front of her shirt wide open, and put his other hand on her other tit.

"Not a chance, baby," he said huskily. "Not a chance. I know this place well."

And his lips fell on hers. She stubbornly kept them closed, even going so far as to make them firmer. The only result was that her cute little turned-up nose became even cuter than usual. The heat and wetness of his lips on hers was too much for her to fight for very long. Gradually she felt her lips begin to tremble softly, as though unable to withstand any more contact without giving in and doing what they wanted to do. The trembly feeling floated down and seemed to take control of her entire torso. She felt her sensitive tits shake under his firm grip and knew a brand new thrill, different and more exciting than when her dad touched her there.

Her long lashes fluttered as she felt him draw her in. The hard buttons of his shirt pressed into her succulent, pneumatic tits and suddenly his arms were behind her, forcing her closer to his body. But force was becoming less and less necessary. The little plan she'd worked out in the back of her mind was coming true – at last she was getting the thrill of having new hands on her young, naked curves. And they were the hands of a handsome guy her own age instead of her lecherous father's hands. It felt great to have Dad's there usually – but the feeling of having a strange male touch her secret places was even more exciting than that.

She allowed him to squirm facing her. He buried his face in her neck and the sensation of his hot, wet lips kissing her up and down its length was fantastic. If she hadn't been completely sure before, she was becoming so very rapidly. But she was still holding out for what she wanted. She wasn't about to let David call all the shots – even if he was the second male to ever get her this hot in her entire life.

She felt his mouth open against her skin before she heard his words come out.

"Sonofabitch," he whispered passionately, "I take it all back, Kelly. You got the finest set of jugs I ever had my hands on. I mean it… Jesus, are you ever built!"

It was dark in the car but Kelly knew in her mind's eye what he was talking about. She should have. She had spent enough time staring at the naked beauty of those same tits herself. It wasn't that they were so gigantic, she knew, but rather that they were so perfectly formed that they stood high and proud on her chest with the fullest succulence and the tautest, prettiest little nipples imaginable.

David dropped his face lower down her torso, past her collar bone and still heading south. She knew damned well he must be about to plaster his mouth on one of her beauties and couldn't wait to feel it. In seconds his tongue was avidly working on a hard, hot little nipple.

To his surprise, she not only allowed it but urged him on. He felt her hands on the back of his head, firmly but gently pressing his face to her damp skin. But just when he was enjoying an entire mouthful of tit, he felt her hands pushing him down still farther.

Astonished at her actions, he balked for a second.

"Hey, what gives?" he asked.

"Now that you're in my clothes," she breathed huskily, "I want your mouth on more of me than just my tits, David. What's the matter – haven't you ever eaten a chick out before?"

CHAPTER FIVE

Her words galvanized him on the spot. He hadn't expected her to be so experienced. David thought he was pulling something over on the girl by getting his mouth on her tits, and here she was insisting that he lick her snatch for her!

It galled him that she had turned his challenge back at him and accused him of being afraid to do something.

"Sure, baby," he said, trying to get back the upper hand, "I've eaten plenty of chicks out. I was gonna get to that in a minute. But shit, first I want to…"

"Why wait around?" she demanded. She had him going now and she loved it. "You must not have done it to too many chicks if you can't tell when one wants it."

David had been stretching the truth when he said he had licked a lot of girls' pussies. Now Kelly went him one better. Before he could reply to her she said, "Most guys can tell a girl wants to have her pussy licked without her having to say it. Can't you smell it, Romeo? Most guys get a yen to go for it as soon as they smell it… I know you must be able to smell it 'cause I'm so hot and juicy I'm about to boil over down there."

It was a bald-faced lie. The only male to ever have his lips on her cunt was her own father. But she sure did love it. That part was the truth for sure.

David wasn't about to let himself be made a fool of. He had really only done it twice in his life before – his usual practice was to get a girl's sweet lips on his organs. But this was no time to quibble. He could smell it, all right, and the sweet, slightly acrid scent was wafting up from between her legs like a heady gust of perfume. His prick was quaking like an animal inside his pants and dying for some attention, but it would have to wait.

He let his face fall below her tits and go down her tender stomach as he mumbled and kissed her thoroughly. At her navel, he slowed down and rasped, "Come on, lemme get your clothes off and get you naked. Spread your legs and lemme get your jeans down."

She was loving every second of his mouth and tongue on her body. She wanted to play it for all it was worth.

"Huh uh," she disagreed. "Do me a little through my jeans first and then go inside."

David was humiliated. He certainly didn't intend to lick the crotch of a chick's pants for her without even getting his lips on her meat. Not even one as cute and sexy as Kelly. He started to protest but she squelched it.

"Never mind," she said, feigning irritation. "You probably don't even know what I'm talking about. I guess Jeannie never taught you how to do that to her, huh? She probably wouldn't even let you do it if you did know how. What do you two do anyway, just sit around and fingerfuck each other? I thought you were a real man. I thought you really knew how to satisfy a chick."

That did it. He was ready to eat out the crotch of her jeans immediately… if necessary he would chew up the cloth and swallow it just to get to the sweet, wet folds of the aromatic snatch he smelled underneath her jeans.

"Okay, honey," he confidently told her, his words creating a warm breeze on her soft belly. "Just didn't want to scare you by doing something you never had done to you before. Looks like you know the score pretty well, though."

She giggled at the success of her ploy and also at the wonderful tickling sensation that had started up in her crotch. Even her dad had never done this before. She just made it up on the spur of the moment because she wanted a nasty new thrill. And David was eating it up! The idea, that is, as well as the thick crotch of her jeans. She bent forward and let the hard tips of her nipples press against his back. She took off his shirt so she could feel his warm skin against them and heard him sigh at the touch. He had been feeling them up so thoroughly earlier with his fingers that he could picture just what it was against his naked back.

His chin pressed her soft skin at the level of her pants top while he tongued out the cute little cleft of her navel. Then she felt his face slide gradually down, down, till at last his mouth and nose were flush against the upper front of her pants. She was wearing the button-fly style and this allowed a strong scent of her wet pussy to pass through to his nose.

"God damn, I can smell it now," he blubbered. "Your fucking cunt must be wet as a fish in there. Jesus, just wait till I get my mouth on it, honey. You're gonna know you got something going on between your legs when I do!"

She knew the scent was really getting to him now, that he was really wanting to suck her off. She knew what the sexy smell must be doing to him because she'd smelled it herself a few times when she got herself especially hot from masturbating. Yet the strange new thrill of having him work on her through her pants was too much fun to cut short. She wanted more of that before letting him in to the ripe, sweating folds of her panty-covered pussy.

"Just take it slow, please," she cautioned. "What you're doing now feels groovy. Lemme have more of that before you go sticking your mouth inside. And go lower, will you? Right down to where you feel my pussy bulging tight from underneath."

David was getting caught up in her weird little games. He enthusiastically dropped lower. He put his lips on the fat swell at the very apex of her pants crotch.

"Oooooo," she crooned, giggling. "That's it. Oh, right there, David, right there is where I wanted to feel your mouth on me. Ummm… ummmm… yeah, that's good."

David got down on his knees in the floor of the car so he could have more room. He put his hands on her knees and separated her slender legs, snooting his mouth into even closer contact with her pubic bulge. Now he could feel the definite protrusions of each individual pussy lip through the material of her jeans. He applied his open lips and tongue to the area industriously, causing her to giggle more and begin moving her ass around restlessly on the car seat. Now he could even feel the pulsations of her blood running through her firm, pooching little pussy lips.

She felt the sweat break out on her forehead.

"Oh… oh… I think you better go ahead and open me up," she sighed, beginning to want him inside next to her. "Unbutton me now and go ahead and do what you've been want…"

He acted so quickly he made her stop herself in the middle of her very words.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, needing it more every minute.

David had been anticipating getting her pants down for a long time, so the mere suggestion was enough to spur him toward his goal. In seconds he had her unbuttoned and was snaking the top of her jeans over her beautiful thighs.

His prick jumped at the sight he beheld. As her tanned stems became naked all the way to her knees, David thought, Wow, what a fantastic pair of legs. Sonofabitch, I could get my nuts off just from looking at them.

But there was something much better a little higher up. He raised his eyes from the sensuous curves of her tanned thighs and knees, and found himself staring at her newly revealed panties. The light blue silkiness of the wispy undergarment was stretched skin-tight over the swollen mound of her cunt. He could even see the vertical line of depression that split the mound into two firm halves.

Kelly saw him looking at her with hunger in his eyes and she wondered how he would have liked her the way she and her little sister had been back at the park – without a trace of undies underneath. If it were that way, he'd be looking straight into the wet slit of her hot little snatch this very moment. She was glad she was wearing panties, though. She wanted him to lick and suck them too, like he'd done with her outer garment.

He made a move toward the elastic top, but she put her hand on his to intercede.

"Not yet, not yet," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Gimme a little panty-sucking first, okay?"

"Huh?" he responded, irritated at being held off still longer from what was underneath. "What do you mean? Listen, I'm dying to strip you off all the way and get my mouth straight on your naked pussy so I can lick it."

"I know, I know," she begged. "Me too, I want you to… Jesus, I'll let you suck me dry if you want to – but first can't you just plaster your tongue on the crotch of my panties and give me a nice lick-job through the crotch? Look at 'em. They're so thin down there, and so damp from my pussy juice that you can darn near see right through them anyway."

Having his head between her naked thighs with her scantily covered cunt in his face was too exciting to make him refuse her anything. He pressed his lips and tongue at once to the smelly, wispy-thin material that covered her pulsing snatch. He worked his nose and mouth around like a pig rooting for persimmons. He'd been smelling her cunt for a long time – now he could actually taste it, and the sensation of its flavor on his tongue made him crazy to lick and suck her as much as she would let him. His cock throbbed in his pants as he continued madly working on her.

"Oh… oh yeah," she cried, "that's what I want. You're making me so juicy and so hot… keep it up. Oh God, I love it!"

She reared back against the seat and her glistening tits stuck out high and proud from her chest as she dug her heels into the floorboards of the car and got more leverage. She took one of his hands and raised it to a tit as he worked away on her tightly pantied morsel. Finally she even ran her hand between his legs and felt for the swell of his cock. It was there all right, stiff and thick, just as she expected it to be.

"Go ahead, David," she sighed at last. "Strip off my panties and get my pussy out where it can get some air. It's suffocating in there, wow, believe me."

With his hands trembling, he peeled the wet undergarment off the smooth skin of her pubes and gazed at the shock of thick black curls that greeted him. He still had his hand on her tit and she saw him lick his lips for a few seconds before ducking below to the treasure just uncovered.

Then he darted his free hand to the black bush and parted it in the center. Two rosy-colored, moisture-laden pussy lips were suddenly exposed. The sight of her beautiful wet meat after the way she'd been tantalizing him and making him wait, made him crazy for her. He dropped his face once more to her crotch, this time entirely free of the stricture of any bothersome panties, and slid the hot flesh of his lips along the juicy curves of her waiting cunt.

"Ummm," she cried, "oh God yes… do it, David, please… lick my pussy and suck it for me till I come all over myself! Oh Jesus, that feels sweet!"

He greedily slurped the juice from her naked lips and felt her thick curls tickle his nose and cheeks as he kept it up. He could feel her sliding her ass around on the seat and knew she was getting as big a charge out of it as he was. She clamped her thighs around his head and urged him I on.

"Now your tongue, lover!" she panted. "Your tongue… stick it way in deep and really let me have it, will you? Here, I'll get your cock out and give you a nice hand job."

He eagerly complied with her request and was rewarded with the touch of her fingers on his zipper. She reached past his busy head and managed to bring his cock out of his fly in short order. It was so dark she could only see the sheen of its shiny red head, but the feel of it in her fingers excited her anew and made her cunt quiver with passionate longing. David pushed the end of his tongue deep inside, along the velvety folds of her moist channel, and worked his lips on her outer flesh at the same time.

She gave him a few slow jacks and then stepped up the pace, slipping her nimble fingers up and down the hard shaft in time to the rhythm of his active tongue.

"Oh wow," she cried, "I'm really getting there now, I'm really getting there!"

David ripped his mouth from her cunt just long enough to say, "Me too, baby, keep jacking me just like you're doing and I'm gonna come all over your legs!" Then he slapped his mouth back to her cunt.

At another time Kelly might have been revolted at even the thought of having a boy shoot off on her legs, but she was so hot it served only to make her more excited. She'd hoped he wouldn't hold out for sticking his cock into her pussy at the last moment because she was so close to her orgasm she didn't want to change the rhythm. His words made her feel free to come off strictly by way of his tongue.

The juice was flowing fast and furious now, and David knew it would only be seconds before he shot his wad. From every indication, Kelly was as close as he was. At that moment the headlights flashed on the side of their car. Kelly saw it but was so near to getting her jollies she didn't have time to think straight. In fact the danger of being suddenly discovered by some stranger with a boy's mouth going to town on her pussy seemed to increase her excitement.

"Suck honey!" she cried, her voice rising. "Oh Jesus, suck me good, I'm coming… tongue it for me, lover, tongue me good, that's the way, that's the way!"

Then the end of the hard cock she was holding spewed out a stream of hot thick fluid that flew all over her shins and knees. The fountain of sperm was accompanied by a deep groan of pleasure from David and she knew he'd hit his climax. She was wildly stimulated by the feel of hot spunk running down her calves. Already his tongue had her cunt hot as blazes, and the feel of his splattering wad was enough to put her over the top. She hugged his head to her cunt in one final spasm, and whimpered like a baby as her pussy pulsed with a heated climax of pure, unadulterated bliss.

She collapsed back into the seat and as David wearily crawled up from the floor, she remembered to glance back outside for the car. Not only was it no longer in sight but its headlights had already passed far out of the range of visibility.

She breathed a sigh of relief and told David what had happened, laughing at her mistake. He grinned and said, "It's a damned good thing no one did drive past here. You had me so fucking hot I couldn't have stopped licking your snatch for a thousand dollars."

As they tugged their clothes back on and drove off, Kelly said, "You can't fool me. You might have been grooving on licking my pussy quite a bit, but I'll bet the main thing that made you shoot your nuts off was a certain little thing I was doing with my hand."

"Maybe so," he grinned, conceding the point.

Just before they reached her block, David asked when they could get together again. It was quite obvious to Kelly that he had fallen for her pretty hard. Remembering his earlier bragging, she decided to throw it up in his face.

"Who said anything about us getting together again?" she coldly answered. "Not me. I have other fish to fry. The only reason we're together now is just because I needed a ride home, remember? Besides, from what you were telling me earlier you have so many girls you barely have time for them all."

He got red in the face and tried to back down but she wouldn't have it. He even begged her to go out with him again but she still wouldn't commit herself. She thought he was good-looking all right, but had decided he was too stuck on himself to be much fun. As she got out of the car she couldn't resist a little barb.

"See you around, Romeo," she cooed. "Who knows, maybe the next chick you ball will even let you stick your cock in and fuck like a man."

And she was away from the car in a flash, leaving David smoking with rage over her insult. Actually she had enjoyed what he did to her tremendously and wanted a suck job instead of a regular fuck – she could always count on good old Dad for that. But she knew that her slam at David's manhood would infuriate him and just did it on purpose. She giggled to herself as she walked down the sidewalk. She hadn't even let him touch her pussy with his cock – only with his mouth. She mentally patted herself on the back. She had done pretty well, she thought, considering how David had been just the second lover she'd ever had.

It made her think again of her boyfriend, Rex. Handling David so well made her want to do the same thing with Rex. And he wasn't nearly as aggressive as David. She amused herself by considering all the sexy things she could probably succeed in getting Rex to do if she worked it right. She'd have to keep the idea in mind.

In the house, her mother asked how it had been at Jeannie's house. Since she made it home so early, Curt wasn't peeved at all. He also asked about her evening.

"It was fun," Kelly said. And when they asked her what she and Jeannie had done, Kelly calmly replied, "Oh, we just sat around and talked about stuff."

On the way to her room, Kelly almost doubled over with suppressed laughter. If only her parents had known the truth, especially her dad – that the only sitting around she had done was on the front seat of a boy's car with his mouth in her panties, and that most of the talking had been groans and moans of pleasure. She started to shower before bed, but Lilly was using it. The water was running so she didn't hear her big sister approach. The girls had their own separate bathroom, which joined their two bedrooms so they were accustomed to seeing one another semi-nude or from time to time, nearly all the way naked.

But when Lilly noticed Kelly outside the glass door of the shower stall, she became angry. And her older sis knew at once why – she had accidentally caught Lilly in the act of very closely examining her barely pubescent young pussy.

"So what are you doing sneaking around peeking in the shower while I'm using it," the trim little blond demanded.

"What are you so uptight about?" Kelly answered, knowing full well the reason. "You didn't used to get shook when I happened to see you naked. And for gosh sake's, I wasn't peeking – I'm just standing here waiting to take a shower."

Lilly came out of the shower and grabbed a towel around her wet, slender body.

"None of your business why," she replied. "Heck, I'm not uptight. Can't a girl have any privacy?"

Kelly grinned. Apparently, her little sis was in the process of shedding her tomboy traits and beginning to be concerned about her feminine appearance.

"Couldn't be because I happened to catch you looking over that peach fuzz between your legs, could it? That why you're sore?" Kelly asked, baiting her.

Lilly finished drying herself and slid into a fresh pair of panties, turning her back to Kelly as she answered.

"For your information, it is not peach fuzz anymore," she said, ignoring Kelly's charge that she had been all caught up in examining her pubes. "I have hairs there, not fuzz. And it's none of your business, anyway."

She stalked out of the bathroom toward her bedroom, her cute little ass wiggling under the towel. As she left the room Kelly noticed that the little bee-sting titties Lilly had been sporting for a few months seemed to be somewhat larger. That was it okay. Lilly was finally growing up. And maybe just a wee bit jealous of her older sister's ample tits and of her furry bush.

Kelly stepped under the shower and began lathering herself down. She applied copious amounts of thick suds to her tits and underarms and to the curly swell of her cunt. As she washed her gleaming body, she thought fondly of how Lilly had been checking her meager-haired little pussy for signs of new ones about to pop out of the skin. She remembered so well how she had done the same thing herself when she was about that age, and how important it had been to her when she discovered a new one sprouting up. And when her titties had begun to swell, as Lilly's were doing now, she remembered how she carefully observed them from all angles every time she got the chance.

She hadn't been such a tomboy as Lilly. She had welcomed her developing femininity and had been eager for the swell of her titty to finally require a brassiere. She glanced down at the high tips of her fat nipples and was grateful that her little beestings had turned into such fully packed, perfectly shaped tits. She remembered the first time she ever played with her pussy and idly wondered if Lilly ever did such things. She giggled to herself as she combed her long black hair. The thought of her skinny little sis feeling around between her legs and fingering her nearly hairless pussy was somehow funny.

Kelly powdered herself with talcum, her usual procedure, and went to bed at once. Before long she was asleep. The release provided by David's mouth on her cunt a couple of hours earlier had made her very relaxed and ready for sleep.

In the master bedroom, Curt crawled between the sheets before Karol entered the room. When she got naked and slid in beside him, she threw her arm affectionately over his side and let her hand fall dangerously close to his soft cock. He gave no reaction, so she moved closer to him, pressing her naked tits against his back.

"Not tonight, honey," Curt said sleepily. "I got a big day ahead of me tomorrow at work."

Karol accepted his word. She rolled over to her side of the bed and lay quietly until she heard him snoring. Then she delicately placed her fingers between her thighs and worked on herself till she was nice and wet. Burying her face in the pillow so as not to wake Curt up, she frigged her juicy cunt for several long, delicious minutes. Finally she slipped her fingertips up to the shaft of her aroused clit and, applying herself to her lust, brought herself off. She lay for several minutes enjoying the relaxing lassitude which followed.

Before going to sleep she thought to herself about her sex life. If Curt wasn't ready to service her whenever she needed it from him, there were certainly other ways of getting the job done. And masturbation was only part of it. He knew she did that once in a while. But he'd no idea what additional activities his wife participated in to relieve her considerable appetites. And he wasn't ever going to find out, either. If he ever did, there was no question in her mind but what he'd divorce her. Gratified by her own fingers and keeping her secret safe within her head, Karol soon drowsed off to sleep.

But in the third bedroom of the Carson's house, the occupant was still very much awake. Young Lilly had a few things to concern herself with before she was ready to go to sleep. Making sure that her door was securely locked, the youngster stood in the middle of her room and judged herself critically in the mirror. She had never been very interested in her appearance until very recently, but now she was making up for lost time.

She had already changed into her shorty pajamas, so her arms and legs were covered. But being a very long-waisted girl, her pajama top failed to touch the waistband of the bottoms by a couple of inches. There was a band of honey-colored skin visible just above her protruding hip bones.

Compared to the other kids in her class at school, Lilly thought she was at least above average in looks and maybe even one of the prettiest two or three girls of all. But it wasn't her classmates she was concerned about. It was her big sis and even – since the keyhole affair – her mom. She had suddenly decided she was very deficient in the titty department, or "ninnies", as she sometimes called them. And she couldn't wait to have a nice pair the size of her mom's or of her sister's.

She turned this way and that, but no matter how she stood she couldn't make the points of her small titties show up through the top of her pajamas. Still looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she stepped out of her bottoms and regarded the long, slender legs that disappeared under the hem of her pajama tops with only an inch or two of panties visible. She honestly thought she had pretty good legs for her age, even if they did tend to be a little skinny. She turned and pranced in place, extending them and twisting them every which way. She liked what she saw.

And apparently a few other people did too. She'd noticed a couple of the older boys she played softball with take an awfully long look up her skirt if she happened to be wearing one when she played in the park with them. When she wore pants they didn't seem to notice her as much. In the past she had thought things like that were dumb, but now that she was changing her mind about a few things she could remember other guys who had looked at her in a funny way.

One was an old guy that lived near her school. Whenever she walked by on her way home, she would often see him trying to sneak a look up her skirt if the wind was blowing. If someone his age tried to see what she had under her skirt, then she reasoned she must be growing up. And she had also noticed that the boys who bagged groceries at the store had started paying attention to her if she happened to be wearing a tank top that showed her budding ninnies.

She sat back on the bed and unbuttoned her pajama top, letting it fall behind her. Now her titties were naked. She carefully examined them with her fingers. Each one had a pert berry of a nipple at its center and was supported with a firm little mound of titty flesh about as big as a fat strawberry. Maybe Mom would get her a bra soon. She touched them gently with the tips of her fingers and noticed that when she tickled them just right the tips got harder and stuck out more. It was sort of like the way they looked in the winter when she got cold. But she'd never noticed she could have them get hard by just touching them.

Lilly then swung her feet off the floor and lay backwards onto the bed with her toes in the air. She caught a shot of herself in the mirror and stuck her tongue out at herself, then slipped her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and skinned them off over her legs. She tossed them aside and let her feet fall to the floor again. She glanced again at the door and, assured once more she was in complete privacy, she spread her slim thighs. She put her hands between her legs and carefully manipulated the twin halves of her nearly hairless pussy lips.

No, there didn't seem to be any sign of new hairs yet. But the ones she had been secretly so proud of were very much in evidence, she was pleased to note – three golden strands that curled up from the pad of flesh at the top of her pussy. She delicately ran her fingers up each one to measure its length.

Lilly kept examining her pussy and thinking about how it compared with her mom's and her sister's. They both certainly had huge muffs of hair on theirs – coal black, too. Hers was bright blond and she wasn't sure if it would turn black one day like theirs or if it would stay blond because the hair on her head was that color. She'd have to take a little peek the next time she was in the girl's rest room at school and see if older blonds had light or dark pussy hairs.

Just then a fleeting motion caught her eye outside the bedroom window. It was a man's face. He was looking right at her and seeing everything she had. She screamed and hopped behind the bed.

CHAPTER SIX

Lilly peered fearfully out the window at the Peeping Tom. Just before he turned and ran, she saw something strange. The man had his… his big thing in his hand, and it was very hard and big, and all red, and he was jerking his hand up and down it quite fast. She stared at the window with her mouth open wide, the picture of the dirty man still clear in her mind. She realized that he had apparently been observing her naked body for some time and that what he was doing to himself with his hand had something to do with him getting to see her without her clothes or pajamas on.

When Curt came dashing into her bedroom to answer her scream, she was still behind her bed. Her face was red with shame at what the man had seen and she was trembling a little from fright.

She blurted out what had happened to her dad and he went dashing outside in his robe with a flashlight in his hand. In just a few minutes he came back and told her the man had been nowhere in sight. He pulled her shades closed and told her everything would be all right.

In her fright and panic, Lilly had neglected to even cover herself. When Curt hugged and patted her to calm her down, he could hardly help noticing that the little girl he was comforting in his arms was well on the way to becoming a maturing teen-ager. As her scared little body trembled in his arms, he could feel the tiny pressures of her two taut little nipples pushing into his thin robe. He changed positions, suddenly ashamed of how aware he was of his young daughter's body.

But she was entirely oblivious of anything being wrong with their embrace. It wasn't, of course, for her. But her childish legs and her tiny titties were producing effects on Curt he didn't even want to admit, much less dwell on. He told her to get back into her pajamas. As she was putting them on, he found he was looking at her very closely. That's when he caught sight of the few strands of golden hair between her legs just before she pulled up the pajama bottoms.

He assured her that the man wouldn't be back, that he was undoubtedly some "old creep that runs around town trying to look in people's windows", and that he had probably scared him off for good. Lilly was embarrassed and ashamed to tell her dad what the man had been doing when she saw him standing there. She didn't quite know all the words. And besides, she was afraid her dad would ask her what she was doing messing around in her room completely naked. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and patted the covers around her neck. Inadvertently – he tried to tell himself later – his hand brushed across the covered point of one of her titties.

After a little while, Lilly went to sleep. But she couldn't help thinking about the man and how dirty he had been to come and try to see her naked.

Curt took a bit longer to go to sleep. He explained what had happened to Karol, who was still groggy, and she had turned over and gone back to sleep almost immediately. But Curt was very aware of a certain thing that kept him from going back to sleep. Ever since he had left his daughter's bedroom, his cock had been stiff as a board. He hated to think it was possible for him to be attracted to a twelve-year-old. The fact that Lilly was his own flesh and blood wasn't all that important to him – hadn't he been screwing his older daughter for three years now? But she had been all of fifteen when it began, almost a woman. It made goose pimples pop up on his skin to think of letting himself get that worked up over a kid so young.

When Curt finally went to sleep that night, his dreams were full of ugly things he didn't want to remember afterwards. But on his way to work they kept coming back to him – shameful pictures of his watching Lilly undress, or kissing her on the mouth and strange visions of the girl appearing before him with fully grown breasts and her clothes half off, a precocious leer on her face and her panties down around her trim ankles. It was noon before he finally got control of himself and convinced himself there was nothing to be ashamed of. He had simply been excited by her scream and the presence of the man outside her window, and his state of emotional upheaval had made him react to her nakedness the way he did.

It was something that might happen to any man, he told himself. But getting himself to believe it was something else again.

I might be guilty of incest, he thought to himself, if they want to call it that. But I sure as hell ain't no damned pervert child molester that gets his kicks from feeling up kids!

For a couple of days things went smoothly in the Carson household. He went out and played cards with the boys as he did every Tuesday night and on Thursday, Karol went to her bowling league.

But on Friday, something happened to Lilly on the way home from school that was to wind up having an effect on the entire family. She was walking home with a classmate named Gwen and the subject turned to their families. Gwen happened to be the little sister of David, the boy who had taken Kelly home a few nights before. When Gwen found out Lilly was Kelly's younger sister, she grinned and said, "Really? Wow, you're lucky to have a big sis like that. My brother David says she really swings."

"All I've got is a little sister eight years old and my big brother," Gwen went on. "You sure are lucky to have such a swinger for a sister. Listen, does she ever tell you anything?"

Lilly didn't know what she meant. She said so, but the precocious young redhead grinned widely and spoke again in a conspiratorial voice. "Aw, come on, Lilly," she begged. "You can tell me. Aren't we best friends?"

Lilly still professed innocence. And as a matter of fact, she was innocent. She didn't have the slightest idea what her little freckle-faced girl friend was talking about.

"You know," said Gwen, playfully poking her in the ribs as they walked along the sidewalk. "About making out and things like. What she does with guys and when she goes on dates. Stuff like that. Doesn't your big sister ever tell you things like that?"

Lilly said that she didn't. It had just never occurred to her to ask such things. They got to Gwen's house and she invited Lilly in, saying her folks weren't home and they could go on the back porch and talk undisturbed.

"Boy, my brother sure tells me stuff," Gwen said. "Heck, he tells me about screwing and everything."

"Wow, about… about screwing?" repeated Lilly. She was properly impressed. "Your brother."

"Sure," said Gwen.

It made Lilly feel nasty to talk about such things, but it also gave a feeling of excitement and glamour to things. Gwen suggested they take their blouses off and compare titties. Hers were just starting to grow too, and she wanted to see what another girl's looked like. Lilly was very reluctant to go along with her friend's strange idea. She said they seemed to have titties about the same size and there wasn't any use looking at them. But she suddenly remembered something she wanted to know.

"Tell me something, will you?" she asked, whispering into her friend's freckled ear. "Do you… do you have hair on your thing the same color as on your head? Is it red like that or is it blonde like mine is? Or is it black?"

Gwen surprised her by simply throwing her legs apart and pulling down her panties. "Look for yourself, I'm not scared to show you my pussy! That is what you mean, isn't it? You called it a 'thing' when you said it."

Lilly was very embarrassed. She hadn't expected such a bold reaction from Gwen. Also, it embarrassed her to use words like pussy and tits. She usually called them "ninnies" and preferred to refer to her little cunt as just her "thing".

But sure enough, there it was right in front of her. Gwen's tiny patch of pussy hair was red as the hair on her head and then some. That answered Lilly's question and she felt relieved when Gwen pulled her panties back up and her skirt down again. It made her uncomfortable to see the secret parts of someone else up so close like that.

Gwen suggested that if Lilly didn't want to compare titties, they should tell each other their deepest secret. That would be fun, she said. Given the choice of showing off her naked titties, Lilly thought she'd better participate in the exchange of secrets. She knew that Gwen meant something sexy though, and that her secret would probably be something really wild. She didn't want to feel left out, so she told Gwen all the details about what she saw her mom and dad doing through the keyhole. Gwen seemed impressed and kept asking her details before eventually being satisfied.

When it was Gwen's turn to talk, she made Lilly cross her fingers and hope to die that she'd never repeat her secret to a soul. Lilly did as she said. She couldn't wait to hear what it was.

"It's about my brother and me," she whispered. "Sometimes when our folks are gone, we play nasty together."

Lilly had heard of girls doing things like that before, but never with anyone in their own families. She was flabbergasted. And her brother was ten years older than she was, too! She wanted to know what they did.

"Lots of things," Gwen said, a big grin on her face. "He takes my panties down and fools around with my pussy for a while. It really feels super to have somebody do that to you, you ever had it done to you? Then he lets me get his peter out and wow, you oughta see it, it's giant! I get it out of his pants and jack it off for him."

She had to interrupt herself and explain to Lilly what "jacking off" was, and when she finished Lilly still wasn't really sure she understood. She hadn't learned how to masturbate yet, so how could she understand doing it to someone else?

"And sometimes if he has time, he even holds the end of his cock against my pussy," she continued ecstatically. "He says when I get big enough we can screw. Wow, I sure hope I grow fast! And another thing – we've been doing things together for two or three years now, but ever since my tits have started growing lately he likes me more and more. It's really a groove to have a boy finger 'em. Too bad you don't have a big brother, Lilly."

By this time Lilly saw that her secret paled in the light of Gwen's. And hearing her tell the things her brother did with her filled her head with thoughts that made her ashamed of herself. She said she'd better go home, that she'd stayed too long.

As she walked down the street alone she was deep in thought. She was thinking about what Gwen said about her brother liking her better now that her titties were growing. She had some as big as Gwen's were. But she didn't have any brother. A dirty thought came to her mind. She did have a daddy.

For the next few days she started being aware of her dad. When Curt would be sitting in his easy chair reading the paper, Lilly would make a point to sit across the room with her skirt high. The results thrilled her. Unless she was badly mistaken, her daddy noticed what she was showing off and took the trouble to glance several times in her direction. This made her feel very grown up and she loved it. She kept it up.

When he would be standing at the refrigerator she'd find some excuse to squeeze past him in the narrow kitchen hall and make sure he got a feel of her soft front… sometimes her newly developing ninnies and once in a while even her thing. He always pretended not to notice but she was sure he did.

The biggest charge was once when she knew he was in the shower. She dashed past her mom and went in to borrow some of their shampoo. Curt was just stepping out and for a few seconds she saw him naked… even the big peter between his legs. When he saw her looking at it, he got kind of a funny look on his face. And after she left with the shampoo in her hot little hands, she kept thinking for a long time about the way that big long thing had looked hanging down over his two round, hairy-surfaced balls.

Another time she even caught him peeking at her when she didn't even know about it. She was all sprawled out on the porch swing just after he came home from work one day, and Karol and Kelly were both inside. She was wearing a regular little skirt that wasn't especially short, but the way she had her legs lying she might as well not have been wearing anything. Curt noticed her as he walked by and stopped quietly so she wouldn't know he was there.

Gazing between his daughter's slim little legs, he could see her panties all the way from her crotch to almost the elastic at the waist. And there between her firm, tanned young thighs was a swelling that made the thin material of her underwear bulge. She shifted her position slightly, which scared him, and he cleared his throat and mumbled a quick greeting to her before going on into the house. When she looked down and realized how she had been lying, she knew he couldn't have missed seeing way up her legs and maybe farther. And the way he acted when he thought she had seen him was a dead give-away.

Thursday night was when things got hot. Karol took Kelly to her bowling league with her, leaving Lilly and Curt alone in the house. Curt had been planning all week for a nice little session with Kelly that night, since he knew Karol would be gone. Thursdays was the night that they had often found time to knock off a piece in the past. But Karol wanted her to go because it was Mother and Daughter Night at the bowling league so Kelly couldn't get out of it.

Curt caught her alone for a second in the hall and said, "Damn, I sure have been looking forward to getting you in the sack tonight, Kelly. It's been so long I've been really missing that hot little cunt of yours. Isn't there some way you can get out of going to the bowling league?"

"Guess not," sighed Kelly, "but I'll be thinking about your cock all night while I'm there. I'm hot for it too, Dad… real hot."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and a hug that pushed her soft tits against him, then they broke up and separated. After Karol and Kelly had been gone for just a few minutes Curt headed for the kitchen and took down a bottle of gin. Usually he just drank beer but he had to have something to take the place of the fine piece of ass he'd been counting on.

Lilly had been playing in her room the whole time but when she heard him slamming bottles around in the kitchen she came out to join him. It was a hot night and she had been wearing just undies – which for her meant only panties – and a housecoat. When she hit the kitchen, Curt was already on his second drink. He had entirely forgotten about Lilly being in the house till she popped up at his elbow.

"Daddy," she asked entreatingly, "how come I don't get to go to the Mother and Daughter thing – I'm Mom's daughter just as much as Kelly is. Isn't that right?"

He told her she could go to the next such event, since Kelly had attended this one. That seemed to satisfy her and she plopped down in the dining room with a magazine in her hand. Curt could hardly help noticing what she was wearing. The little housecoat was a few years old and frayed around the hem and at the shoulders. It made the poor kid look like a ragamuffin, he thought. But the age of the garment had a different effect also. The height at which it struck her thighs made it painfully obvious that she had been much younger when it was purchased for her. At that time her legs had been much shorter, but now they were so long the garment failed to serve its purpose. When she walked across the floor it rode up only a few inches below her saucy little derriere. Now that she was sitting down…

He asked her when her mother had last taken her shopping and said it was time she had a few new things – mainly a housecoat. But she claimed she liked that one because it was "comfortable".

She glanced down from her magazine and automatically closed her legs and tugged at the hem when she saw how much it showed.

"I wouldn't wear it around company or anything, Daddy," she explained. "It's too ratty looking for that, with all these frayed places on it."

It wasn't the frayed places that Curt was referring to – it was what you could see underneath the frayed places. But he let it drop. What he needed was another drink. It wasn't exactly healthy for him to concern himself at the moment with what was or was not visible under his young daughter's scanty clothes. As he mixed his third gin and tonic, Lilly asked if she could have some. At first he looked at her like she was out of her mind but she quickly reminded him he'd promised her a little taste of hard liquor some time. Both the girls were permitted to sip beer on occasion at home, and he had told her she could try something more potent some time. Kelly had already been permitted to do it and now Lilly would squawk if she was excluded.

He mixed her a sweet drink with a little gin in it and lots of ice. She went for it and drank it pretty fast. When she asked for another it was only because he was on his fourth drink that he gave in and mixed her one. Sitting at the table with her coltish bare knees high in her chair, however, was not the most ladylike position for a girl her age to assume. And Curt was quite aware of it. There was only one problem. He was now looking at the delectable young thing through the veil of four stiff drinks.

He asked her if she sat like that around boys and she said she didn't pay much attention. She usually wore pants when she played in the streets so it didn't make any difference how she sat, she told him. She saw him looking at her legs and grinned. It was a very coquettish expression, but she was too young to realize how it looked.

"Why, Daddy," she asked, "does it bother you for me to sit like this in front of you? Heck, you've seen me ever since I was real little so you've seen a lot more of me than I've got sticking out now."

She glanced down at the tattered holes in the garment and giggled. The alcohol was beginning to effect her.

"Yeah, but honey," he answered, "that's just the thing – you were real little then. You've gotten big enough now to…"

"To what, Daddy?" she innocently posed, interrupting his words and flashing her legs as she re-crossed them.

Her young half-naked body and her touching innocence were too much for Curt to handle. Something snapped inside him. He was drunk enough to discount her extreme immaturity and even the fact that he was her father.

"C'mere, Lilly," he beckoned, his words slightly slurred. "C'mere and give Daddy a kiss. I'll show you what you're big enough for."

She happily unfolded her long legs from the chair and started for where he was sitting. To her surprise, she staggered a little. The gin was taking its course. He met her halfway and caught her in his arms and both of them laughed.

She gave him a peck on the cheek, the kind of kiss she was accustomed to giving both parents when she told them good night. She smelled his strong, masculine shaving lotion and felt his arms sweep her up from the floor.

"No, sweety," he said to her, his voice thick, "you're big enough now for a real kiss. Like this."

And for the first time in her life Lilly's lips were covered and wetly bussed by a man… not her father, but a man who accepted her as a pretty if quite young female, a girl and not a daughter. The feel of her inexperienced lips under his was incredibly exciting to him. He felt like a monster somewhere deep inside beyond the pale of gin, but his body relished the delicious youngster in his arms too strongly for him to hold back.

He turned her around the room in a kind of drunken dance, his right hand supporting the firm I globes of her hard little ass and his left hand at I the nape of her neck under the silky abundance of her long, blonde hair. When he tore his lips away from her and looked into her eyes, he found her surprised but obviously quite receptive to his outburst of passion.

"Daddy," she said softly, her voice sleepy with drink, "show me more. If I'm big enough for you to kiss me like that I must be big enough for a few more things."

Curt felt his blood race at her words. He ran his hand under the thin cover of her housecoat and took I her slender thigh in his fingers, massaging it from her knee upwards.

"Sweety," he said, "you're big enough for lots more… just lots more things. But not here. Not here in the dining room."

She put her mouth to his ear. "Daddy, take me somewhere else then. I want to have you show me… I don't know the words, but you know what I mean, don't you? Take me… take me in your room, will you? Where you and Mommy sleep?"

In her mind flashed visions of nasty things she knew she shouldn't think about but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help remembering what she had seen him doing with her mom the day she looked through the keyhole and watched them in bed.

Curt stumbled through the empty house and paused at the door. On it hung one of Karol's nightgowns. The sight of the garment stopped him for a second and made him remember what a hideous thing his body was driving him to do. Lilly saw it too.

"Daddy," she said, wily beyond her years, "I… I won't tell Mommy. I won't tell anyone what you show me."

The alcohol in her young veins, with her eager, blooming desire for the warm arms of the man held her, was making her act older than her age. Her words were just what Curt needed to hear to continue the mad act.

He pushed on through the doorway and deposited her on the bed, hair flying and limbs awkwardly askew. She lay in the darkness and heard him breath heavily as his clothes fell to the floor.

"What… what are you doing, Daddy," she asked, a trace of fear in her voice. Her heart was beating faster.

"I'm taking off my clothes, honey," he said. "You don't have to bother with yours though. I'll take care of them in a minute. You said you wanted to have me show you everything, and that's just what I'm gonna do."

It was dark in the room but she could see his outline. He fell beside her on the bed and reached across her warm body, pulling her to him and finding the bottom of her housecoat with his searching fingers. She felt a strange and wonderful new thrill course through her body as his fingertips made contact with the slim length of her thigh.

"Daddy," she asked softly, "kiss me again… kiss me like you did before. It makes me feel all funny when you hug me and kiss me at the same time like that."

He pressed his lips to hers for a few delicious seconds, then moved on to her cheek and the soft skin of her neck. He heard her make a little gasp as his mouth pushed on through the sweet-scented tresses of her clean blonde hair and made contact with the tender shell of her delicate ear.

"Ever had anyone kiss you here before?" he asked, tenderly bussing the lobe and outer shell of the ear.

She giggled drunkenly. "Daddy, I've never had anybody kiss me anywhere. You know that. Heck, you and Mommy would spank my bottom if I ever did things like that with anybody."

The emphasis of her completely innocent, trusting virginity hit him and fired his loins with lust. He needed to be very careful with her, to go slow and not scare her, to introduce her tender organs to the delights of fucking very gently and slowly. Yet his straining manhood pulsed hot and hard between his legs demanding its due.

"Lilly, this little bottom of yours, this sweet little ass of yours, is good for a lot more than spanking," he said. "Now lemme get your clothes off and I'll show you."

He felt her stiffen a bit in the darkness. "Are you scared, sweety?" he asked. "Are you scared to be naked with everything out in the open where Daddy can see how pretty you are?"

Put in those terms it was a little easier for her to accept but she still had certain qualms in spite of the alcohol. "No, I'm not scared," she hesitantly replied. "I'm… I'm just afraid you won't like me because my…"

Her voice faded out into an inaudible, embarrassed kind of mumble that made him eager to hear the rest of her words.

"What, honey?" he entreated. "What did you say? Your what?"

In a small voice she answered, "I'm afraid you won't like me because my… my ninnies aren't big yet. And because my… my cunny doesn't have much… you know…"

She halted at last from embarrassment.

"Because your little cunt doesn't have much hair on it yet?" he finished for her. "Well, don't you worry about that, sweetheart. A girl your age isn't supposed to have much hair on her cunt or very big titties. You will have… you will have before too long. But I think you're awfully cute just like you are, Lilly. Your daddy loves your little titties and pussy just like they are."

She smiled and threw her arms around his naked shoulders. Her housecoat flew open and gave him a quick feel of one of her hard little nipples against his chest.

"Then go ahead, Daddy," she told him, her voice soft and thrilling, "… go ahead and make me naked then. Heck I'm not wearing much anyway. Only thing I've got on under my housecoat is…"

"Are you just wearing panties under there, you little devil?" he laughed, already slipping both hands under her tattered housecoat. "Well, I'm gonna have your little cunt and tits out in the open awful damned quick, then."

He passed his hands up the long lengths of her coltish thighs, marveling at the incredible softness of her creamy skin, and touched the leg-bands of her panties. She giggled, half from actually being ticklish on her thighs and half from nervous anticipation of what was going to happen to her.

He unbuttoned her housecoat and deftly removed it from one arm. She willingly assisted him, withdrawing her other arm from its sleeve and shrugging it from her shoulders. In the moonlight shining through the bedroom window, Curt feasted his eyes on his young daughter's pouting tits. They stood up taut and rosy-tipped from her unblemished chest like a pair of exotic little fruits, just waiting for the touch to release their tasty flavor.

He brought his fingertips to one of them and caressed it gently. Its tip hardened and seemed to stab into the air more sharply and saucily than ever. He heard her catch her breath.

"Like that, honey?" he asked, his palms sweating.

"Ummm yes," she enthusiastically responded. She squirmed on the bed and in his other hand he felt the sweet pressure of her thighs lock on his fingers. She drew them apart quickly. She hadn't realized just where his other hand was, only that it was barely touching the leg bands of her panties once in a while. She was embarrassed at being so bold with her careless thighs.

Fire shot through his groin at the smooth touch of her leggy trap. "That's okay," he urged. "Leave your legs there. Go ahead and trap my hand, it'll make you feel good to have something between your legs. You ever have anything there before… you ever play with yourself sometimes in bed at night?"

"No," she answered honestly. But she was thinking of her little friend, Gwen, and thought she probably did.

"Lemme show you how, then," Curt told her. He rubbed his forefinger against the damp crotch of her undergarment and continued to gingerly manipulate the swollen tip of her aroused nipple. She moved her body languorously under his touches and he could hear little increases in her breathing. She was quite obviously enraptured by what he was doing to her and was beginning to enjoy the thrills of having foreign hands on the parts of her body she had always thought were nasty.

She clamped her upper thighs more tightly around his hand now, shamelessly showing him she wanted more. He slipped a finger under the leg band and tweaked the crack of her asshole, then brought it up and forward to the pouting lips of her nearly hairless pussy.

"Ooooo!" she squealed.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Whew… it sure does," he said.

"How's this," he pressed, "… a little better?" He had mounted the top of her protruding organs and was about to enter the tight slit of her virginal, secret little canal.

"Ummmm," she eagerly answered, "a lot better."

His cock was throbbing with lust as he looked down on his daughter's warm, responsive body. All she had on were her panties and there was no longer any use for them at all. The only reason he left them on this long was so she could see how it felt to have her young snatch rubbed through their fabric. He drew them down her legs and felt her squeeze his hand between her calves as he passed between them. He eagerly pushed upward past her knees and along the long columns of her thighs till he was back again at her pussy. This time she opened her legs and gave a little push toward him with her ass before he even touched her.

When he put his finger in her slit again it felt warmer than before and he could detect a lot more moisture there. He softly fingered her, allowing more and more of his finger to enter the tight crack.

"Daddy," she innocently asked, "is this… is this screwing?"

"No sugar," he replied, excited anew by her words. "This is just frigging. A girl can even do this by herself."

"Then when are you gonna screw me, Daddy?" she innocently inquired. "When are you gonna do that? You said you'd show me everything."

CHAPTER SEVEN

The sound of such words in his barely pubescent daughter's mouth sent a searing spark of lust through Curt's swollen prick. He was ashamed of himself for the way it made him feel, but not nearly enough to keep him from continuing with the pleasurable business of her seduction. He spread her undersized pussy lips a bit wider and dipped deep enough to get a little juice on the end of his finger as he answered her.

"Honey," he explained, "I don't know yet if my cock will fit in your little hole. You might be too small for me. That's what screwing is – a man putting his cock into a woman's cunt and pushing it in and out of her. But even if my cock's too big to fit you, I'll still show you how and tell you about it."

"A woman's?" she asked, omitting the nasty word her father had used in his explanation. "But I'm not a woman, I'm just a little…" she stopped herself and changed it – "I'm just a girl. Can't… can't a girl be screwed too, like a woman can? Or does she have to…"

"Sweetheart," Curt broke in, "if it's humanly possible to do it, you can bet your sweet little ass I'm gonna do it. Jesus, I'm so sexed up now from the way you're talking about it I'm about to pop. If your cunt'll get hot enough and wet enough to let my cock squeeze into it, I assure you I'll screw you. I'll split your little cherry for you real nice and easy so it won't hurt much, and then I'll give you such a screwing you won't know what to do with yourself."

His answer pleased her. "Yes, I will know what to do with myself!" she cried, giggling. "This!"

She raised up a bit off the bed and threw her arms around his neck as before. But this time both of them were completely naked. The exciting pressure of her warm little tits and arms on his bare torso made him shiver with desire. He accepted the moist, gin-scented lips she offered him and crushed her frail body to his chest with gusto. She scooted her ass closer toward him and he responded by increasing the penetration of her pussy with his forefinger.

"Ummm," she moaned softly, "that feels so good when you do that, Daddy. This frigging you're showing me is… whew, it's better than I ever even suspected."

He raised to a sitting position and enclosed her in his arms, feeling up her naked ass cheeks with one hand while masturbating her with the other. He saw beads of sweat begin to appear on her smooth forehead and felt her press her tits harder into his chest. Lilly was plainly excited and she showed it by rubbing her hands all up and down his naked chest and arms. He saw her shyly looking below at the spear of his stiff cock sticking up from his hairy crotch.

"Go ahead and touch it, honey," he invited. "It won't bite you. Put your hand on it if you want to."

She timidly laid her hand on it as though it were a fence post. She had no idea how it was done.

"No," he corrected, rubbing her pussy and titties as he talked. "Slide your fingers up and down it slow and gentle if you want to make it feel good for me."

She did as he said. She soon learned that the feel of his big prick in her hand had a strange effect on part of her own anatomy. Something about the pressure of its warm, strong shaft made her pussy tingle and itch. The sweat on her face was now running down her neck and over the plump little tips of her tits. She could smell a strange new scent coming up from between her legs, something she'd never smelled before at all.

He saw she was really getting hot and the sight of her slender, moist body naked and writhing made his cock start pounding. He told her to take her hand off for a minute or he'd shoot his wad. She asked what that meant and he said she'd learn very soon. He asked how her pussy felt and she just sighed and clamped her legs tight around his busy fingers in reply.

He told her she might be big enough to take his cock after all. From what he could tell from fingering her, she was blessed with a pretty good-sized little cunt. She grinned and hugged him closer.

"Oh boy, Daddy," she whispered, "does that mean we can try? Huh? Can we try it and see if it'll go in?"

"We sure can, sugar," Curt said, "right now. The way you're jimmying your ass around on the bed I can tell you're wanting it bad enough… we'll soon see if you can take my prick. Lie on your back."

She did as he said.

"Now spread your legs wide, sweety," he told her.

She did it.

"Take a look at this," he said, pointing to his throbbing big prick, "think you can open up wide enough for this?"

She was now so excited with desire and drunk from the gin that she didn't even talk. She just nodded her head. He saw the way her eyes opened wide when he presented the full shaft of his cock in front of her and it gave him a thrill to see her so impressed by it.

Slowly he rubbed it on the inside of her thighs, straddling her and stooping slightly to accommodate her prone position.

"Uhhhh," she sighed. "Oh wow, Daddy… ooooh… lemme feel it on my cunny."

They were both drenched in sweat now and her three golden pussy hairs curled from the mound of her young cunt like wet, finely spun gold. Her rosy tits were engorged with blood and the area around her nipples was almost crimson. The pale inner surfaces of her thighs gave way to a deep tan in front and back, although the rising hillock of her pubescent pussy was pale and blue-veined from having been protected by her panties at all times.

He drew the head of his prick up her inner thighs till it touched the bottom of her pouting cunt, then gradually pressed the instrument into the crevice of her little fuck hole. She wiggled her ass and made it clear she wanted it deeper. Her hand reached for it.

"Lemme touch it again, Daddy," she gasped. "Please. I wanna hold it in my fingers."

A difficult request to turn down. He didn't.

Curt was pleased to find the inside of his daughter's cunt so juicy and hot it wasn't difficult at all to press the bulb of his glans inside her.

Plop, it went, entering her just past the head. He was afraid to push any deeper till he saw how she took it.

She took it all right. "Oh my gosh, Daddy!" she cried. "Oh wow… more, please, please… it's making me so hot and funny in there I can't stand it!"

"I'll be Goddamned," he gasped, the sweat pouring off his brow and splattering on her titties. "You were built for fucking, honey, just built for it. I know good and well it must be hurting you a little, 'cause your pussy's so tight it's about to make me shoot my nuts off right now. And you're begging for more of it. Jesus Christ, sweety, I'd have stuck this thing in your pants long before this if I'd known what a hot little bitch you are."

He pushed it a half inch deeper, barely able to contain himself, and saw her jerk her wild blonde hair from side to side in growing frenzy. She had her eyes shut and was rubbing her hands up and down the shaft of his cock in a shameless attempt to sink it deeper into her hungry little cunt. Curt was breathing like a bellows. He knew he couldn't last much longer at this rate but he was intent on busting through her cherry if he could. He wanted it to be easier fucking for next time – he was already thinking about that in spite of how low he thought of himself for considering it.

"It might hurt you if it… ungh… if it goes much deeper, sweety," he grunted. "You've got a little cherry in there that needs splitting before you can take the whole thing."

"No it won't, Daddy," she gasped. "It won't… it won't hurt me any. How could it hurt when it's… unh… ooh… when it's making me feel so good right now?"

"You asked for it," he groaned, "here it comes!"

With a steady but frantic push, he plowed deep into his daughter's virgin cunt. He felt the sides of her hot canal give way before their first contact with a prick, and when he was only about halfway buried in it he felt the wet, warm mass of her cherry at the end. Her eyes were opening and closing and her blonde head was rolling back and forth like a rag doll.

"I… ungh… ooooh… my…" she began, barely able to be coherent. "My cunny's… whew… ooooh… oh just screw me, Daddy, screw me screw me screw me… oooooooooh!"

Curt threw caution to the wind and gave a big hunch that ruptured her tender cherry and let his prick go sliding on into the hot, moist recesses of her virginal young snatch. A flood of sensation wracked his body as he drove it on in as far as it would go, then all the way out again and back inside once more to her depths. He saw some blood on his shaft, but wonder of wonders, Lilly didn't seem to be having much pain at all. Some girls were lucky about such things, he knew, and his young daughter was apparently one of them. He remembered that Kelly had bled like a stuck pig when he busted through her cherry and hell, she'd been three years older than Lilly.

He put his fingers to her cunt and started rubbing the sides of her clitoris. He didn't know if she could come or not on the very first go at it, but he was going to make every effort to let her get her cookies off if it was humanly possible. He tried to slow down his crazy-hot cock but it was no use. He felt the spunk building up fast and knew he was going to shoot his load any second. He knelt lower and took her face in his hands, kissing her wildly as he pumped in the cock. She gratefully threw her legs open as wide as she could get them and wriggled her ass like a tadpole.

"Get ready, baby," he cried out, his voice cracking under the strain, "I'm gonna… oh shit, I'm gonna fill you full of it!"

He stepped up the pace and dropped his mouth from her face to her neck. Just when he reached her red, sweaty little nipples he came off like a steam boiler and shot a thick wad of come into the farthest reaches of her palpitating cunt hole.

She was amazed at the feeling she got from the rich, white load that filled her canal and slopped out the front as he removed his prick. She was also so near to having her first climax she didn't know whether she was coming or going. All she knew was that she was dying to have her dad keep on feeding the cock to her when suddenly he yelled, grunted, shot a wad of stuff in her pussy and rolled over onto the bed with his prick hanging limp as an old piece of rope.

In a few seconds when he recovered from his orgasm and saw how worked up and tense she was, he set about fixing things.

"Sonofabitch, sugar," he grunted, "you're needing to get yourself off, aren't you? Your very first time, too! Here, lemme show you what I'll do. I'll be damned if I'll let such a hot, sweet little pussy as this go without relief!"

Curt ducked his head past her sweat-streamed belly and she couldn't imagine what he was up to. Then she saw him put his face right between her legs.

"Daddy, what are you going?" she cried, a little scared. "Daddy, that's nasty, that's… ooooooh Daddy!"

Her tune changed as soon as she felt his mouth on her hairless little pussy lips. She still thought it was terrible for someone to put their mouth on a girl's cunny but it felt so incredibly delicious she didn't have time to do anything but just lie back and enjoy it.

Curt was normally not especially keen on licking a girl's pussy, but he was so impressed by her precocious sex hunger that he was impelled to satisfy it any way he could. There were a few smears of blood on the front of it but outside of that he found her cute little cunt to be as clean and sweet as a daisy. He lapped it like a dog drinking water and lolled his tongue all over the shiny surfaces of her twin lips in pure pleasure.

Lilly felt shivers run up her spine and her heart seemed to pound so fast it would burst open.

"O-o-o-o-h, Da-daddy," she wailed, her voice trembling. "What are you do-doing to me… I feel like som-something's gonna ha-happen to my cu-cu-cunny!"

"Just ride with it, sweety," he cried out, his words garbled by the juices of her flowing pussy. "Let yourself go. You're about to come… pretty soon you're gonna feel…"

"Whew… I feel it now, Daddy," she interrupted. He felt her jerk her ass faster and faster under his attentive mouth, and twist her torso like a bitch dog in heat. "Whatever it is it's… oh my gosh, Daddy… oh ooooh… it's coming now… ungh… ungh… oh… oh… oh… my cunny, oh my sweet cunny… oh oh… ahhh… aiieeee!"

The youngster completely lost herself in the throbbing waves of her very first orgasm. She lay moving her pussy up and down in rhythmic little motions long after Curt had brought his face from her crotch. He looked down at the smile of satisfaction on her tender young face and knew the extra loving he gave her was well worth his effort. Also, he looked down at her simply because it struck him that this pretty, blonde-haired girl – his own daughter, and hardly more than a mere child – was extremely erotic to feast his eyes on.

As she lay there stretching and twisting her skinny torso and her long, gawky legs he couldn't resist going back for a little more nosey from her hive. He ducked his head between her lovely thighs for a few seconds and sucked in a few last drops of pussy juice, then traced his tongue northward over the sharp slopes of her hips, the gentle depression of her navel, across the tips of both swollen pink nipples, and finally to her mouth where he gave her a hot French kiss. Lilly eagerly opened her rosebud mouth and returned his affection, pushing her plump little red tongue into his mouth and twining it around his arm questing organ.

She could feel his limp-but-heavy cock dragging across her legs and tummy as he wrapped his arms around her for one last kiss.

Hmmm, she thought to herself, recalling the pleasure she'd just had from it, wonder what it would take to make it get big and hard again? I bet I know!

But just as she started to slip her open fingers toward his prick, through the bedroom window came the noise of a car stopping in front of their house. The two of them both sat up and looked at each other in panic.

"Is that…" Lilly began, her eyes huge with fear.

"No," snapped Curt, "it can't be. It can't be Karol and Kelly yet. They aren't due back for at least a couple of hours."

But then they heard a car door slam and heard footsteps tripping toward the front door.

"Hightail it to your bedroom!" he yelled to Lilly, tossing her housecoat and panties to her as she hopped off the bed. "And run jump in the shower so you won't look like some little girl that just lost her cherry, will you!"

Curt leaped from the bed and straightened it up some, then jumped into his clothes and headed for the kitchen. He was still feeling a little of the effect of the gin, but he was sober enough to know he'd better hide it back in the cupboard. It wouldn't be easy to explain to Karol why so much had been drunk in one evening, and especially why he had let Lilly drink so much.

Just as he finished slamming things into their proper places, he looked up to see Kelly standing in the doorway. She glanced around the room and asked, "Where's Lilly – is it safe?"

For fleeting seconds an expression of guilt crossed his face. The mention of Lilly's name sent a pang of terror through his heart. But he soon realized Kelly was talking about something very different.

She dashed to him and threw her arms around him. "Aren't you proud of me, Dad?" she happily beamed. "I managed to have Mom drop me off… now we can…"

"You mean she isn't with you?" he asked, dazed at the situation. "Karol didn't stop out front with you?"

"Yes, Dad," said Kelly, "but that's just it – all she did was stop and let me out. The others were going on to a restaurant after the bowling thing and I begged off."

He regained some of his composure. It had been a close call with Lilly in the bedroom but now it was all explained. He mopped his brow and returned her kiss.

"Phew!" she exclaimed. "Been having a few drinks, haven't you? You smell like a brewery."

"No," he corrected, "a distillery. That's gin you smell. I've been having a few gin and tonics."

"Mmmm," she said, "I love the smell of liquor on your breath… makes you smell sexy."

For a second his mind raced and he thought she said simply that he "smelled sexy".

"I… I do?" he asked. He was thinking Kelly could smell the sex-smell left on his body from having just been in the sack with her little sister.

"Sure you do," she said, hugging him. "Here, wanna smell something sexy on me? See how you like my newest perfume."

He understood what she had said before, and breathed another sigh of relief. Kelly stood grinning mischievously and pulling the top of her blouse away from her body.

"This ought to be a good place for you to take a whiff, don't you think?" she teased.

She knew he loved to jam his nose down the front of her clothes and breathe in the scent of her body even when she wasn't wearing perfume. This would be a treat for him.

He stuck his nose in as directed and was met with a delicate, fruity scent that made him want to plunge his face inside her dress and lick her body from stem to stern. She was eager to hop into bed.

"Come on," she said, grabbing his hand. "We'll have an hour-and-a-half before Mom gets home, easy – maybe more."

They went toward her bedroom and she glanced around to make sure Lilly was nowhere in sight. She heard the shower running and looked at Curt quizzically.

"That's funny," she said. "Lilly's usually in bed by now. Wonder why she's in the shower so late?"

Curt shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh well, just so she's occupied," said Kelly. "She knows better than to come into my room without knocking. She'll think I'm still gone with Mom anyway if we're lucky."

"She won't catch us," Curt said. "She never has, has she? And we've been playing our little games for three years now."

Kelly led him into her bedroom and closed the door behind them. She turned to him and laid a big kiss on him. "We sure have, Dad," she sighed. "And it's been so long since I've had you give me a good going over I'm dying for it. Aren't you proud of me for coming back early so we can sneak in some loving?"

"Damn right I am, honey," he responded. But his heart wasn't in it, he was only covering. He was having last-minute second thoughts. It suddenly dawned on him that it had been less than twenty minutes since he had fired off a load into the pussy of Kelly's little sister – was there enough left for her too? This soon afterwards? Yet he had gone on so about how horny he was for her body just before she left for the bowling league that he could hardly beg off on some lame excuse.

She was already slipping out of her clothes. She knew it pleased him to watch and she always got a thrill from seeing his cock swell under his pants as he looked on. First her shirt, then her short miniskirt around her trim, shapely ankles. Next came the little half slip she wore so the lunkheads at the bowling alley wouldn't get to see too much when she rolled a ball down the lane. Now she was wearing nothing but her bra and bikini panties, plus a pair of sandals.

Curt was in a bad place. She looked just as good as she ever did to him but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to do anything about it when it came time. She grinned at him with a sexy expression on her face as she unhooked the bra and let it slide to the floor, revealing her fully packed tits.

"I'm getting to the part you like, Dad," she told him. "How come you're so slow with your clothes. You usually have yours off before I even get started."

Curt grinned sheepishly, mumbled some excuse and took his shirt off. She was already down to her panties.

"Here's the part you like best of all, Dad," she said, sticking a forefinger in the elastic band and giving a little tug.

She kicked off her sandals and deftly hit the bed back-first, raising her legs in the air and stripping off the wispy panties. She tossed them across the room and lay with her long, beautifully tanned legs provocatively half-crossed. Her hairy snatch was hidden by the position of her thighs.

The sight of her lying there was enough to make him stiff as a poker – usually. But not, to his chagrin, at that moment.

He stepped out of his pants and moved toward the bed, keeping his shorts on. There had to be a way out. So far his cock didn't show any signs of perking up at all. The scene with Lilly plus the gin and tonics had simply been too much for him.

He ran his hand over the smooth, expansive flesh of her naked tits and stooped to kiss her. After a little Frenching, he ran his hand on down to the black fleece of her crotch. She slid her legs against one another, drawing one velvety thigh past the other, and brought one knee above the other one. Now the hidden moist meat under her curly black ringlets was exposed to his view. She smiled seductively, offering her dad possession of the juicy treasures now laid naked before his hot, nervous eyes.

But Curt's eyes weren't nervous for the usual reasons. They were nervous because in spite of the sexy, naked charms of his daughter, his cock remained only half hard inside his pants. How he'd love to jump between her pretty legs and drive it in till she begged for mercy, to fuck her and fuck her pulsing snatch till she came all over herself! But he could tell it just wasn't going to be possible unless things changed drastically. The way things were going, he'd be lucky to raise a hard strong enough even to gain entry.

He toyed with her hairs, played with her moist pussy lips and the inside of her damp thighs, and started masturbating her springy little clit. Getting a little desperate, he grabbed a big handful of tit and started working her over with both hands at the same time.

"Ummmm," she cooed, her mouth going soft, "you're getting me crazy, Dad. Oh I wish you knew how good that felt!"

She was doing fine, he could readily see. But as for him, his tired prick still lacked the necessary muscle. He knew better than to bring it out into the open and let her see how puny it still looked.

"I'm glad I came home early," she said, her voice low and whispery with desire. "I've been wanting you to fuck me awful bad, lately, Dad. I've been needing a pussyful from you bad."

She stretched her slender, curvaceous body and ardently pressed the hot hollow of her groin forward against his hand. She might only be eighteen, but she had the burning needs of a much older and more experienced woman. The incestuous attentions of her dad had awakened her to the full appreciation of what a hot, satisfying fuck can be like and her young cunt needed a stiff cock up it as bad as she needed food or water.

Curt could see she was getting awfully restless and needed more at this point than his hands on her. In a last-ditch effort to service her properly, he dropped his head on her tits. After licking each hard tip to the point of nearly bursting, he kissed her damp stomach and pushed his face toward her excited cunt.

"Oh Dad, you've got me really going now," she moaned, writhing her hips as she felt his mouth approach her slit. "You don't have to eat me out, go ahead and lemme have the cock. It's okay… I'm plenty ready for it… come, gimme a cuntful of that big sweet prick of yours right now, will you?"

Curt had no other choice. He simply didn't have anything to honor her request with, so he had to plant his tongue in her snatch fast and just hope to hell she'd forget about his cock. He ignored her words and slapped his mouth straight on down to her hot hole.

"Whew!" she exclaimed as she felt his wet lips touch her cunt. "Oh… that's it, Dad… work on me… work on me good, I'm so damned hot I need it bad!"

Maybe this is gonna work, Curt thought to himself, his mouth avidly sucking her sweaty cunt. She sure does seem hot for a fucking – hope a good tongue-fuck will make her get her cookies and forget about my cock.

Curt could have simply told her he was too tired to fuck her without giving her the full details why, but his vanity was too great for that. He couldn't stand to have her know he was unable to attain a big hard-on like he usually had for her.

"Ummm," she cried out, her voice shaky with lust, "go ahead and eat it… that's the way, just like you're doing… that's it… now my clit, right on my cli-i-i-t… oh! Oh! Aiiieeee!"

And with that his darling daughter humped her ass against the mattress and hit her screaming peak.

He raised his head but she abruptly jammed her hands on his neck and pushed his face back into the steaming meat. She'd had her climax all right, but she wasn't quite ready to relinquish the hot tongue that gave it to her. She was still working her ass up and down a little – much slower and more relaxed than a few seconds before, but enough for him to know she was in the throes of some little after-orgasms. He allowed her to keep him there.

Damn, he thought to himself, exhausted from his efforts, for once I wish my horny kid didn't have such hot pants. I'm in no shape for this kind of shit. And now that it's over, what a smelly cunt she's got here… shit, she must have creamed all over the inside of her whole snatch from the way it smells!

She finally finished off and took her hand away from his head. She was lying on her side now with the sweat running off her lush curves and her thick black hair in a mess.

"That was great, Dad," she said. "You got me so darned hot I couldn't even wait for your cock. Sorry."

"That's okay, sweety," he magnanimously replied. "I love to bring you off once a while by using just my mouth."

That was close, he thought to himself. For all I know she might be pissed at not having me feed the meat to her. I've lucked out with her, it looks like.

"But Dad," she said, "how about you? Usually I at least give you a good hand job so you can get your nuts off some way – this time I guess I was just so darned hot for having my cunt sucked that I completely forgot about taking care of you."

Before he could answer, she reached for his cock and almost had her hand in his shorts before he could react. He couldn't let her grab it and find out he hadn't shot his wad unless it was hard. And it was far from hard.

"That's okay, Kelly," he blurted, a sickly grin on his face as he hopped out of her reach. "I… uh… you got me so worked up from the way you were carrying on that I shot off in my shorts without even having it touched."

She was pleased and a little flattered at the reaction he described that she didn't push the issue. To enforce his lie, Curt jumped back into his pants and headed out the door.

"I better go up and wash off," he told her, "wouldn't do for Karol to find my shorts full of come, would it?"

She hopped up from bed and dashed to the door, her fully packed boobs rocking heavily on her chest and her long legs flying.

"Wait – a big kiss before you go!" she cried, planting a wet tongue in his mouth. He gave her a big hug and patted her firm, tanned ass as she twisted her naked tits against him during the kiss.

"I better get out of here now," he warned. "Karol's liable to come in any moment."

A few minutes later after he had showered and brushed his teeth, taking care to get rid of the remaining gin-smell, he heard Karol come tripping in. He pretended sleep. He even snored. After all the earlier excitement, he had to make damned sure she didn't want to be fucked along with the rest of the family!

After she was in bed, he felt her moving in a quiet little rhythm. Soon he could even make out the faint splat splat splat of her fingers as she – I'll be damned, he thought to himself, she's giving herself a fucking hand job! Well, better that than expecting me to do her any good tonight. The idea of his wife playing with herself was exciting to him and would have been more so if he had been less exhausted.

After a few minutes of feeling the bed in motion from her movements, he was surprised to hear her slip out of the bed and leave the room.

How about that? he thought to himself. Guess she was afraid she might wake me up, so she's heading for the bathroom to finish herself off there. He rolled over and soon fell asleep, even before Karol returned to bed. So there was no way for him to know how long her little trip had taken.

CHAPTER EIGHT

During the night's activities in Kelly's room, Lilly had lain in her own room unaware that her father was at that moment applying his gin-soaked lips to the naked flesh of her big sister's pussy. After her shower, she had happily climbed into bed and slipped between the cool sheets with her mind spinning over what had happened to her. She could still remember how great it had been to have Curt take her housecoat and panties off and initiate her in the secret pleasures of her young, tender body.

Yet she had gone to sleep even before her mother came home. It was not her habit to go to sleep so early. Not even to go to bed so early, for that matter. But it had been, after all, a very special night for the youngster. Basking in the warm lassitude after the relaxing hot shower following her dad's seduction, she floated off to sleep in no time at all. The next morning when she awoke, she found that her pussy was just the slightest bit sore but nothing to bother her too much. Tossing the covers off her nighty-covered body, she raised the bottom portion just enough to admit her hand and then pulled down her panties.

She peeked inside the undergarment and took a long look at her pouting pussy. Nothing changed, she thought to herself. The plump, rosy little hillocks of her pussy were just as they had been before she gave up her virginity. The same tiny blond hairs still curled wildly up from the top. Her delicate twin lips still were separated only by the thin line of the slit at the center, giving no indication at all that the thick, powerful horn of her dad's big prick had been buried there the night before.

Jeez, she thought to herself, it's no different. If I'd known before how good it feels to have a big thing like his up my cunny, I would have done it a long time ago.

But she had second thoughts on the matter as she rose and began dressing. She couldn't have done it very much earlier in her life, anyway, she reasoned, because her ninnies and cunny hair were almost brand new – and she didn't think Dad would have been interested in her unless she had at least that much to offer him. She smiled to herself and wondered how she would look in a few years. When her ninnies got big like Kelly's and her mom's, and when she had as much cunny hair as they did, then she bet her dad would really love stripping her clothes off and doing nasty things to her.

At breakfast the entire family seemed to be in a very good mood although not one of them knew each of the separate and secret reasons this was true. Curt didn't even give Kelly a bad time when she asked to go out with Rex that night. It was Saturday and he was taking Karol and Lilly to a movie, so it was okay if Kelly wanted to go out with Rex as long as she got home early.

Afterwards Karol kidded him about his good humor. "What's wrong?" she joked. "You didn't even refer to Rex as that 'long-haired, pimply-faced hippie' like you usually do."

Curt just shrugged and went on reading the paper. He could hardly tell her the real reason for his high spirits: that he had the night before made the pleasant discovery of their twelve-year-old daughter's precocious penchant for screwing. The thought of her young, hairless pussy around his cock gave him chills of pleasure. He never would have believed himself capable of sinking that low. But now that he had tasted the kind of sex thrills possible from her pubescent tits and pussy, he knew he was going to want more.

Curt felt proud of himself – albeit in a very dirty, guilt-ridden way. He now enjoyed access to the secret sexual delights of three lovely females – an experienced, curvaceous wife, an eager sexpot of an eighteen-year-old daughter, and an innocent, beguiling little twelve-year-old daughter. Let the other guys chase after the broads on the streets and in the bars, he thought to himself. I've got more nice, fresh meat right here at home than they'd ever dream of.

That night he left for the movie with Karol and Lilly just before dark. They were attending a drive-in, and Lilly didn't want to miss the cartoon that came on at the beginning.

After the rest of the family took off in the car Kelly went to the bathroom and began preparing for her date with Rex. She was feeling great. It was the first time she'd been with him since before the vacation to the park, and a lot had happened since then. Mainly, she had discovered how much fun it was to let a guy other than her dad have a little bit of loving from her. Her scene with David in his car had pointed the way toward further experiments. And tonight it was going to be with Rex.

Oh, he didn't know it yet. That was going to be part of the fun of it. She giggled to herself as she powdered her tits and applied a liberal splash of perfume down the smooth skin of her naked torso and legs. She was probably going to wind up seducing him instead of having him seduce her, she realized. But that would be fun.

She stepped into her panties and wriggled the sheer material over the sumptuous curve of her ass, donned a one-piece mini-dress that left her thighs in view all the way up to a few inches below the danger point, and combed out her long, black hair till it covered her soft shoulders like a shawl. She took a bra from her undie drawer, held it up in front of her for a second then tossed it back.

Dad would have a shit-fit if he knew she was with Rex without a bra covering her fat tits, but what he didn't know wouldn't hart him. She grinned at the thought of how Rex, shy as he was, would react to the sight of her firm knockers underneath the thin material of her mini-dress top. She couldn't wait to see him sweat with desire for her while she played it cool as though she had no idea where his thoughts were.

She had time to take one last look at herself in the full-length mirror before she heard his car park in the driveway. She jiggled her torso and watched how her proud tits bobbed freely under her top, then turned around and surveyed herself from behind. Perfect. Her willowy, curvaceous legs disappeared under the hem of her dress at just the right spot – a shade just below the place where the firm cheek of her trim ass joined the slender column of her thigh. And the light summery weight of her dress and undies left her hard buttocks enticingly evident beneath the soft fabric.

When the doorbell rang she met Rex at the door and asked him in. He was a tall, chestnut-haired young man with shoulder-length locks and a rugged body she found very pleasing.

He thought she'd be ready to go and was surprised when she asked him in. He didn't exactly get along well with her parents and didn't relish the idea of being around them – especially her creepy dad. But when she explained they were gone, Rex smiled and came on in.

"Thought you wanted to get to the party earlier than we usually do," he said. "Do we have time to sit around here?"

"I thought we'd do something a little different tonight," she said, seating herself on the couch. "Let's have a drink before we leave for the party, okay? To celebrate being out of high school and being adults, if for no other reason."

"Want some weed?" he asked. "I got some over at my brother's house. I could get it in a jiffy. You could go with me if you like."

"Why, Rex!" she exclaimed in mock-surprise. "Shame on you. You wouldn't just happen to be trying to get me over at your brother's house because he's gone for the week-end, would you? Remember, you told me a few days ago he'd be…"

"No," broke in Rex, "hell, I wasn't trying to trick you into anything, Kelly." Even though he knew she was only joking he couldn't help replying as though she were serious.

She laughed at his fluster and said the real reason she didn't want to go was because the weed would stink up the house.

"My folks would be sure to smell it when they come home tonight from the movie," she said. "Then my dad would really hit the ceiling." Rex forgot about the marijuana. "They're at the movies?" he repeated. "They're gone for the night?"

"Sure," she replied innocently. "Didn't I mention they'd be gone tonight when you came over?"

She made them a pair of drinks and led him down to the family room in the basement. On the way down she spilled a few drops on the front of her dress and cussed at herself. She took a hanky from her pocket and dabbed it on her bosom.

"Hold my drink a sec, will you?" she asked, handing him her glass. They were standing close now and she knew very well he could hardly avoid staring down into the swollen top of her low-cut dress while she was dabbing away with the hanky.

Rex's Adam's apple bobbed as he warily turned his eyes downwards, believing her to be totally oblivious to his peeking, and gazed at the tantalizing mounds of succulent flesh that rose and fell every time she took a breath.

Look at that, Kelly thought to herself, he's really getting an eyeful. And he thinks I don't even know what's going on. This is neat – if I'd thought of it I'd have spilled a little on purpose. She mentally filed the idea away for later use.

They plopped onto the big leather couch and she sat beside him just long enough to make sure he got a nice whiff of her perfume, then she was up again. She put a record on and sat down in a different chair. Now she was directly across from him.

Shit, man, Rex thought to himself, look at the way she's sitting. I bet she'd freak out if she knew how far I can see up her dress. What a groovy pair of legs she's got – and what a great shot of 'em. I can damn near see up as far as her underwear!

Kelly idly crossed her thighs and took a big drink from her glass. With her eyes turned upward for a second, he took advantage and darted his gaze to the hem of her skirt. As one thigh settled over the other, he was rewarded with the briefest flash of bright yellow high between her legs.

Sonofabitch, that was her panties I just got a peek at. Wish she'd do that again – I sure would love to get a better look between her legs. She's so fucking fine I can't believe it!

Kelly had finished her drink. She suggested another and he wondered if they'd have time before the party.

"Rex," she coyly asked, "how would it be to just mess around here for tonight instead of going to the party. Would you mind? You know, we could stay here in the basement rec room and watch TV while we have a few more drinks or something, I don't know… just take it easy. What do you think of that?"

Rex was perfectly satisfied to do that as long as she was sure her parents wouldn't be around. She assured him they wouldn't, that if he left by eleven or so he'd be sure to miss them.

"I'll just be a minute," she said, scurrying upstairs to make the new drinks.

Rex fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch while she was gone. He'd never been so completely alone with her as long as he had been dating her. And the way she was dressed showed off her curves in a way that made him know he was going to have a hard time treating the evening together as coolly as she seemed to be doing.

"Would you help me a minute," she suddenly called from up the stairs. "I decided to just bring down the whole bottle so we won't have to keep running up and down every time we want a drink. I have ice and everything with it, too. My arms are too full."

Rex hurried to the stairs and reached up to take some things as she handed them down. But he got more than he anticipated – as he reached up, he realized he could see all the way up her legs to the very junction. And there he saw the flesh-padded crotch of her tight-fitting, bright yellow panties.

With one bottle clumsily in his hand and his fingers about to accept another from her, he clumsily dropped everything. Nothing broke but he was quite embarrassed. He hoped to God she didn't suspect the reason for his dumb move.

"You okay?" she yelled, "What did you do, stumble?"

He was picking up the things from the floor. "Yeah," he answered. "Yeah, I kind of stumbled. I don't know how I did it… a wet spot on the floor, I guess."

As she came on down the steps and finished picking things up, she thought to herself, I'll bet! I've got a hunch the only wet spot was in your pants – when you pissed all over yourself from the beaver shot I just flashed you.

Kelly knew he hadn't really been able to see any hairs, but she was pretty sure the crotch of her panties was plenty to get him all excited and clumsy like that.

Midway through their second drink she flipped on the TV. Into the third she felt him gingerly touch her shoulder as he put his arm on the couch behind her.

Wow, big deal, she thought to herself. He's actually touching me. I think he could use a little help.

She boldly reclined against him and took his hand in hers. She drew it around her and left his fingers at the point where they just touched the taut front of her dress. It was the first time she had ever been so direct with him.

"Better watch out," he nervously joked. "Touching you there might get me a little excited."

Things were going too slowly for Kelly. With the experience she had behind her she no longer enjoyed pussy-footing around.

"Oh really?" she asked, her voice warm with interest. "I wouldn't want to do that, Rex. I wouldn't want to get you excited. Are you really? Let's see if you are."

She promptly blew his mind by putting her hand palm-down in his lap and patting his pants in search for his penis. Before the flustered boy could react to her unsuspected move, she smiled mischievously and said, "Just as I thought. You were fibbing, weren't you? I don't feel anything in your pants. And if you were really excited I think I might feel a lump there."

His move was automatic. With her so close to him, and hearing her talk as she was, he couldn't have restrained himself. He hesitantly let his fingertips glide over the swollen area of her dress where her proud tit pushed up tightly against the fabric.

His eyes grew large. His face trembled with desire. The warm mound beneath her dress was making a nervous wreck out of him.

She moved her face toward his and her eyes were warm and inviting under her long lashes.

"Go ahead," she said, her voice low and sexy. "If you're wondering whether I'm wearing a bra or not, the answer is no."

As she spoke, she let the hand in his lap slide over his pants till she came to the outline of his stiff cock. With teasing manipulations of her fingers, she touched the hard knob and let him know she was aware of how hard it had become.

Now his brow was sweating. He couldn't believe she was acting the way she was. He couldn't take his eyes off the swell of her tits, and her words kept running through his mind… no bra, no bra, no bra. His cock was pulsing like a dynamo.

He opened the top button of her blouse, his fingers fumbling but strong on the cloth.

He managed a smile. "You shouldn't a' said that," he told her, his voice cracking… "You shouldn't a' told me you was naked under your dress, Kelly."

She only grinned impishly and thrust the bulk of her torpedo-shaped mammaries forward. The space freed by the loosening of the button was made tight again.

He unbuttoned the second and the same thing happened. Now she was positively bulging out. He could see all of one tit except for the nipple and a large portion of the other. With a teasing smile, she sat her glass down on the table and flipped the last button open herself. Her tits sprang out like warm, hungry little animals.

"This the way you want me?" she inquired. "Like this, where you can see what I got?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, his words slurred from the alcohol and his growing passion. "Yeah, it sure is the way I want you. Jesus Christ… naked as the day you was born!"

Her hand was still on the head of his cock where it pushed against his pants. She sat bare-breasted before him and stroked the hard bulge as she spoke.

"No I'm not," she said. "Not unless you think I was born with panties on my bottom."

He suddenly remembered what he had seen when he looked up her dress on the stairs. Recalling the flash of yellow silk at her crotch made his cock quiver with excitement.

"Sonofabitch," he cried, falling forward on her naked tits, "I can't just sit here and look at those fucking things."

He took a double handful of the rich, creamy flesh and began milking them with slow, deliberate motions.

"Nobody said you had to," she rejoined. "And how about this little item? It's no fun for a chick to feel all that hot meat in your pants without being able to get her hands on it."

She drew down his zipper and tried to haul it out all in one move, but his foreskin got snagged in the process.

"Ooops, sorry," she said, resuming her task with greater care. Now he could feel the warm pressure of her fingers on the long, heated flesh of the stiff shaft.

"Fuck it," he declared, "I don't care of you rip a gash in it as long as you keep your hand on it like that!"

Their desires were out in the open: no more need for game-playing.

"Wanna see the rest?" she boldly asked.

"Fuckin' A!" he rasped.

"You too, then," she stipulated, nodding at his pants.

Rex tugged them down as she rose from the couch and took her mini-dress at the hem, raising it over her hips and sliding it over her tits and shoulders like peeling a ripe fruit. By the time he was out of his pants and furiously at work getting his shirt and shoes off, she was already standing in front of him with nothing on her body but the canary yellow panties and a deep tan.

He hadn't taken his eyes off her during the entire process. As soon as his last clothes hit the floor he fairly dove at her. They rolled together back onto the big leather couch and she giggled, flushed with the excitement of his hands on her newly naked curves.

"Not so fast," she kidded. "I might break."

Rex kissed her hungrily on the neck and cheeks, then covered her lips with his and bestowed a surprisingly chaste kiss upon her. She put her arms around his neck, looked him deeply in the eyes and, removing her mouth from his just far enough to speak, said, "Isn't this better, baby?"

She surged her tongue into his mouth and flicked its tip across his strong white teeth. He eagerly opened his mouth and let her in the rest of the way. Her tongue found his and their spit mingled hot and sweet. Rex returned the pressure, forcing her tongue back into her mouth. She applied a suction and he felt his tongue being slurped inside as though by a whirling riptide.

He fell forward on her and their mouths never disjoined. She rolled onto her back and accepted the virile weight of his body between her legs. Suddenly, with no prior touching at all, Rex found his chest pressed tightly against the resilient mass of her plump boobs and his stiff cock rubbing the thick curls of her big black bush. He freaked out at the touch of his manhood upon her naked cunt, and began jabbing the head of it wildly. It didn't hurt her any, but it pissed her off that so much good cock was going to waste.

"Hold on," she whispered. "We got plenty of time. Here, lemme show you what to do with that horny thing."

Kelly took it between her thumb and forefinger and guided the straining knob into the vestibule of her damp pussy. At last it was meat against meat instead of against the thick muff of her cunt hair. She wasn't fully aroused yet by a long shot, but she was still able to slip the head of it inside far enough to keep him on target as he thrust away at her.

"Ungh!" he grunted, feeling the slick, moist lips close over the hot head of his prick. "Goddamn, lemme go in… lemme give it to you nice and deep."

Her panties were only a few inches below her groin since neither of them had bothered to take them right off. The urgency of their contact had made the wispy yellow undergarment just slip a bit lower on her… low enough for him to get his cock over the elastic. On the first full stroke of his ravenous instrument, his balls caught on the waistband and he yelled bloody murder.

"Rex," she complained, "will you take it easy, for Christ's sake? I don't even have my fuckin' panties off yet!"

She wiggled her ass and peeled off as far as her knees, but before she could get them any lower her cunt was sharply penetrated again by his rock-hard machine.

Now she was hotter than before. She didn't want to wait. Rex was obviously losing all traces of his former shyness and she wasn't about to let a bit of his handsome young manhood go to waste. She spread her thighs open for him and when she felt his shin rip through her still-hanging panties, she was beyond caring about them.

"That's okay, baby," she gasped, hunching her ass to meet him. "Don't worry about my damned panties. I don't care if they get ripped to shreds as long as you take good care of what is underneath 'em!"

"Oh shit, I'm gonna do that?" he cried, pumping her full of meat as fast as he could go. "A while ago I was just dying to get a glance at this thing and now I've got my prick in it. Whoopeeeee!"

She loved the feel of his hard muscles and the vigor of his stiff cock. It was much better than having the softer, older body of her dad working out between her legs.

"Sideways, a little, Rex," she whispered, urging him aside with her firm, slick thighs. "There… ah, that's good… I wanna feel it in a certain place… ah… ah, right there… that's great… oh Jesus, you're whopping me good now."

But it was soon evident that Rex was a bit too active. In his fiery zeal at being allowed in her panties for the first time, he was letting his cock take over… and it was pushing on toward climax with no slowing down.

She wrapped her legs around his and began hunching along with him, increasing the friction and raising her tits into closer contact with his heaving chest. When she heard how hard and fast he was breathing, she had a sudden fear of him shooting off too soon and leaving her high and dry. She was getting terribly hot and juicy, but she wasn't nearly ready to end the party.

"Hey baby, take it easy," she begged. "Don't let yourself go yet. Hold back… wait for me to get my cunt all fired up before you go shooting your gun!"

Her words fell on deaf ears. He was beyond talking, too, much less reasoning with. She wasn't even sure he heard her talking to him in spite of the fact that her mouth was only inches from his sweating face.

He started making funny noises in his throat and she knew she had to catch up now or never. She squeezed her wet cunt lips as tight as she could around the ramrod that threatened to explode any second, and crammed her firm, muscular little ass into high gear.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned, "… oh please wait… I'm getting there, please don't drop your load yet… Rex… Rex!"

"Ungh… uuuungh!" he groaned heavily, driving on faster and faster toward release.

"Rex, I'm so close," she screamed, her tits drenched with sweat and her pussy smoking. "I gotta have it just a few minutes… oh shit, just a few seconds longer, lover… oh God, I'm gonna die if you shoot your nuts off now. Rex… Rex!"

But it was too late. She felt the warm gush of his jism flood into the quivering abyss of her cunt like a river of molten lead. Rex wheezed hard, an expression of bliss crossed his face, and he fell on top of her like a dead soldier.

Kelly's pussy was melting with desire but the instrument of that desire was now utterly gone. It made her feel like a slut to do such a thing, but she couldn't wait for him to recover from his orgasm and help her out – she jammed her fingers between her legs and went to work. Her face was frozen in intense concentration as she gazed ecstatically at her plump little skin-purse and flipped her fingers in and out like crazy. The juice was running from the bottom of her excited slit as thick as hot piss.

She was whispering to herself, her words barely audible. Air hissed from between her teeth and the expression on her face made her look as though she was taking a yardstick up her ass.

"Come on, pussy," she lisped, "come on and lemme have it… oh Jesus, do I need to come… I'm gonna – oh my God, I gonna freak out if I don't get my cookies… oh… ooooh!"

She had been at her task longer than she knew. Because Rex had not only recovered from the intense pleasure of his climax, but had raised a half-hard again. He couldn't believe what Kelly was doing to herself right there in front of him. He'd heard her mumbling intensely to herself and looked up to see what was going on, to discover the girl lying on her side with her hand between her legs. She was so involved in what she was doing he could tell she didn't give a damn if he saw what she was doing or not.

He stared transfixed at her as she beat her pussy lips and urged herself on with little words and whimperings. It was the first time in his life he had ever seen a girl masturbating… he wasn't even sure girls did such things. The very thought of Kelly stripping naked and giving herself a hand job would have been sufficient to raise his temperature several degrees. And here he was actually seeing it in person! Her hair flew like a wild woman's, her long legs were clinched together tightly, the sweat poured down in streams from her plump, bobbing tits – and her fingers were frigging the wet, flapping lips of her cunt faster and faster.

What had been a half-hard very quickly became a full-hard. Rex was young enough to recover virility pretty fast, and the sensual sight Kelly was displaying before his eyes made it happen for him in an amazingly short time. He crawled to her and feasted his eyes on a close-up of her nimble fingers churning away inside the steamy red folds of her excited cunt. The purplish end of his cock pulsed with energy and his balls swung heavy with spunk.

"Goddamn, Kelly," he cried, "you're working on that thing just like a man does, ain't you? You ought to know I can't lie here and watch that kind of shit without needing some more pussy myself!"

Her eyes were rolling and he could see that she was only dimly aware of his presence.

"Come on, honey," he urged, "lemme back in the saddle and this time, by God, I'll keep popping it to you till you come off… come on, lemme sock my prick in there and do you some good!"

He rolled her flat again and put his hand on hers. For a few seconds he contented himself with accompanying her hand as it went about its delectable task. Then he insinuated his fingers under hers so that he was soon doing it for her. Now she was hip to what was happening and she welcomed his participation.

The sight of his newly hardened prick made her eyes light up like Las Vegas. She was too far gone to be interested in doing any talking, but when she saw he was ready to go again she flopped her legs apart and held out her arms for him. Never for one second had he let his fingers stray from her burning cunt. Now he rolled on top and gratefully accepted the new position of her thighs. She felt his prick plowing through her pussy hair and in seconds it was right beside his active fingers.

"Now you're gonna get what you need, you hot mama!" he cried, lowering himself onto her wet front and burying his thick organ deep in her sweating canal.

A low groan escaped from her lips.

"Take it, baby," he yelled, "take a good hot fuck off me! Take my prick all the way up your snatch!"

Kelly roiled her ass sideways and pumped it up and down to meet him with increasing speed. Her tits bounced like new melons, her legs arched to soak up every ounce of prick-meat he was putting out, and she felt a fire swelling slowly but surely from somewhere deep inside her guts. Her throat was dry and her entire body trembled from the intensity of her scorching hunger for his driving prick.

When she opened her mouth, nothing came out except a low-pitched wailing sound. She gritted her teeth and hugged his hard muscle deeper and deeper. Now she could do it, now she felt it coming, now she could give herself up to what she needed so badly.

Upstairs in the foyer, Curt unlocked the door and let Karol and Lilly in after him.

"What's that?" he asked. "Do you hear voices in the basement?"

CHAPTER NINE

Meanwhile, in the basement rec room, Kelly was humping on towards her climax in total ignorance of her parents' arrival. Rex could see she was about to explode, and he was now about to get his nuts off for the second time.

He hugged her beautiful naked body close and felt the exciting pressure of her tits grinding into his chest with each fierce pump of her energetic torso. She needed fucking, needed it bad, and finally she was getting it and getting it right. The edge of the orgasm was upon her. She let out a piercing scream and flowed with it.

Rex shot his load deep into her pulsing cunt and kept on jamming his cock into her even after it was soft as a noodle. The pair rocked up and down in the warm afterglow, hugging each other and sweating like pigs. The pleasure of touching each other's body was too great for them to give it up and let go.

Curt was as far as the kitchen when he heard her yell, but still couldn't imagine what it was. He tore down the basement steps and, with Karol and Lilly hard on his heels, reached for the rec room door.

"Stay back," he yelled over his shoulder to his wife and daughter. "Might be dangerous – a burglar or something. Go back and wait upstairs in the bedroom together and lock the door behind you!"

They scurried away as he directed and he burst open the door.

There on the big leather couch lay his beautiful daughter and secret sex-mate – with her lovely long legs wrapped lewdly around the ass of her boyfriend. They had already come, so weren't actually fucking, but it hardly made any difference. Their clothes were strewn on the floor and they were both wet as fish. Kelly's hair was a wild, tangled mass that made her look like some nubile, teen-aged witch. And her tits, the sweet tits that Curt loved so much to touch and suck, were plastered against Rex's chest.

He saw red and made a lunge for them. Kelly and Rex had both turned at the same time to see him burst in, and acted fast. They leaped up and held up their hands as if to ward off blows, words and cries of appeasement tumbling from their mouths in a desperate stream. Rex hopped behind the couch and Kelly stood her ground, begging Curt to be calm. She was still naked as a jaybird, and the sight of her luscious tits and cunt infuriated him even further.

In a very few seconds, the place became a flurry of activity. The upshot of it all was that Curt grudgingly let Rex leave after extracting the promise from him that he would never again set foot in the Carson house. Kelly and her dad were left alone. He grabbed her and commanded her to get dressed. He was taking her upstairs and tell Karol what had been going on. He also cried that she was never to be alone with a boy again as long as she lived in the household.

"And no dates for six months," he went on, "do you hear – none! Your hot little pussy's gonna have to pay for being so Goddamned horny, my little miss!"

But at that moment the tables turned. Kelly had gotten over her fright and was using her head.

"Just a damn minute, Dad!" she retorted. "Who do you think I am, anyway? I'm more than just your innocent little daughter that you have to protect from all the bad boys. I'm also the girl you've been balling for the last three years… it was you that first got into my panties and showed me what a man's prick feels like. And on the sly, too – don't forget that! So if you tell Mom what you just saw, and try to make me stop seeing guys, I'll have quite a bit to tell her myself. And half of it will be about you, my dear father! What do you think about that, huh… how does that grab you?"

She stood with her hands on her naked hips and her chin thrust out in defiance.

Curt was stunned. She had him by the balls. There wasn't a damned thing he could do. It made him feel awfully weak and helpless, but he was forced to concede to her demands or else face the fact of having Karol discover the ugly reality of his incest. He was being blackmailed.

Within five minutes, they agreed on the terms and she was back into her clothes and looking presentable again. She even made him promise to handle her mother, by lying about what he had found in the basement. She kissed him on the cheek, once things were settled, and her words made his blood boil. But they also made his cock quiver with suppressed excitement.

"We can keep up our little bedtime games, then," she reminded him. "The cunts and tits you just saw Rex having fun with will be yours once in a while to do the same with."

The little bitch! It even made him grin. She was so damned sexy that she was holding the hole card, and what's more she knew it. Somehow her attitude made him that much more attracted to the sensual warmth that lay under her clothes.

They went upstairs and he walked into the bedroom after Karol opened the door, half fearfully peering around the corner with Lilly behind her back.

Curt forced a laugh and explained the whole thing away by saying that the kids had come home from their party a little early and were just getting a little loud with their horsing around in the basement. He said that Rex had to leave when he realized what time it was, and that everything was okay.

"You two sure were raising a ruckus down there," Karol told Kelly, "but I guess it's better than having you out in a car with a boy, parked in a lovers' lane someplace like a lot of loose girls your age do all the time."

The unwitting irony of her comment made it difficult for Kelly to keep a straight face but she managed. Curt cleared his throat, hoping Karol wouldn't notice how red in the face he got at her reference to their daughter having sex with someone.

It was two or three days before he managed to fully recover from the episode. Kelly was doing fine. Now she could go out even more than before – she had an Indian sign on her dad and she proceeded to use it often. The last straw was one night when she had told him she'd be all naked and waiting for him in her bed after Karol left for the weekly bowling night. Then at the last minute she high-handedly changed her mind, informing Curt that Rex had called and she wanted to go out with him.

"My pussy will be just as hot and juicy for you some other time," she breezily told him.

After she left on her date, Curt was suddenly brightened by remembering that a certain different daughter of his was in her bed, at least. He didn't know if she was naked or not, and she certainly wasn't waiting for him, but he vowed at that instant to find out. He headed for her bedroom, glancing at his watch. He would have two hours before Karol returned home at least. He had become much more mindful of the time since the night he walked in on Kelly and Rex in the basement. If it hadn't been for the hard rain precluding the family's drive-in movie that night, he would have never discovered Kelly's indiscretion.

Accidents like that will happen, he knew, so he would limit himself to one hour in Lilly's room and take no chances. He had something on his mind, something a lot more involved than get his hands on the girl's naked little charms.

He knocked on her door and heard her childish voice cry out, "Who is it?"

"Somebody with a nice present for you," he answered, making a game of it.

"Oh boy," she yelled, recognizing his voice, "come on in, Daddy! I was hoping it was you."

She said she thought he must not like her any more after what she let him do to her that night in the big bedroom. He explained that wasn't the case at all, that he just hadn't had the chance to be alone with her any since then. She petulantly asked if he was sure that was the only reason, suggesting a different one.

"Are you sure it isn't 'cause I only have little bitty ninnies and my cunny's so small you were barely able to get in me?" she asked, her lower lip sticking out pitifully.

He convinced her she was wrong by showing her instead of telling her. He told her to scoot over and make room for him, then off came his pants and shirt and he hopped into bed in just his jockey shorts. She welcomed him with a big hug and he found that she was wearing a short nighty. What was underneath, if anything, was impossible to tell until he had his hands there and found out.

He asked if she liked what he showed her that night and she nodded her head up and down with great enthusiasm, a big smile breaking out on her face.

"But I… I thought maybe you just did it because you were drinking gin," she said. "I was afraid you wouldn't…" – here she bowed her head and her voice dropped to a whisper – "play nasty with me anymore. I loved it, though. Daddy, wow I really loved all the nasty things we did together!"

He told her they didn't have as much time as before, but he would do a little bit with her.

He asked if she had been playing with her pussy any since he had shown her how. She got red in the face and admitted that she had "fooled around with my cunny a couple of times," but that, "it doesn't feel as good as when you do it for me."

His eyes lighted up and his cock hardened all the way.

Lilly turned her face away, ashamed of herself for what she was about to reveal, and said, "I… I was doing it just before you came and knocked on the door just now, Daddy, if you want to know the truth. I've been lying here in bed being nasty with myself ever since I finished my shower and got, under the covers."

He felt his prick throb.

"Let's see," he said, "… let's see what it looks like? Is your little pussy all red from what you've been doing to it?"

She shyly put her arms under the cover and he could see that she was wiggling out of her panties and pulling her nighty up. She had a naughty expression on her face that made Curt want to root his nose under the covers and eat her little crotch out before she even had time to get it naked.

She raised the covers and he could see that although she still wore her nighty, the panties were all the way off and lost somewhere under the covers and the hem of the nighty was around her waist. In the semi-darkness of the bed's interior he could see her cunt hairs glistening like thin strands of gold.

"See, Daddy?" she said.

"My, my," he said, touching her tender tummy and running his hand southward. "You sure have been playing with this cute little thing, haven't you? I can see it's still all red and damp. Here, let Daddy show you how to work on it."

He took her hand gently in his and pressed her small fingers to the hairless folds of her tiny slit.

"See, you can stick your fingers in and out like I did for you the other night with my cock," he demonstrated, "but there are other ways a little girl can play with herself that sometimes makes her feel even better than that. See this little thing right here? That's your 'clit', honey – and giving it a few soft, gentle feels will really make you get hot nice and fast."

She frowned. "Ooooo, don't make me touch myself there," she said. "That's too sensitive – I've tried fooling with it some, but it almost hurts when I do it."

He moved her fingers aside and placed his own forefinger in their place. Carefully and delicately, he began massaging all around the sides of the miniscule organ, giving the blunt tip of it a wide berth so as not to cause her discomfort.

"Ummm," she said, her eyes enlarging and growing soft, "that's neat… ummm, feels real good when you do it."

"That's because I'm staying away from the tip of it," he pointed out. "On a lot of girls, the very tip of the clit is so sensitive they can't stand to have it touched till they get real excited. And you must be one of them."

"You mean when a man's thing is in their cunnies?" she pressed. "Then it feels good, huh?"

"That's pretty much the case," he told her. "You'll have to experiment with it yourself and find out. And honey, a man's 'thing' is called a cock, or a prick. You might as well use those words now that you're old enough to make one hard."

"Prick?" she repeated, her lips carefully forming the word. She had heard it and other words like it before, but had been afraid to use them herself because she knew they were very naughty.

"Yeah, honey," he said, "'prick' – like this one right here." He pulled his cock from the fly of his jockey shorts and presented it for her observation. He loved the way her eyes sparkled with renewed interest at the sight of it.

"If I frig yours for you," she proposed, "will you frig my cunny for me, Daddy?"

"Sure, sweety," he said, his passion rising. He began masturbating her young organs and she promptly grasped the stiff shaft of his cock in her warm hand and returned the favor. He saw beads of sweat pop out on her face almost immediately.

"You little devil," he said, "the little head start you gave yourself before I came in here must have had you pretty hot already. Shit, look at that pussy – it's all pink and gushy."

She giggled and looked between her legs, seeing his fingers manipulating the virginal folds of her lips. "I told you I was frigging myself before you came to my room," she reminded him.

He got behind her on the bed and enfolded her body from the back, turning sideways far enough to give her plenty of room to keep her hand going on his cock. With one he continued to masturbate her and with the other, he stimulated the pubescent swellings that stuck pertly from her chest.

Feeling the warmth of his body through her nighty wasn't enough. She wanted it closer. She peeled it off and sat naked with him, jacking him off and rubbing her sides and back against him as he kept up the action between her shiny pussy lips.

When things got going, he lowered his head and kissed her all over her neck and shoulders. Then she turned her face up for a kiss on the lips, squirming excitedly against him for more contact.

"Let's be kissing when you make that funny stuff spurt from your… from your prick," she suggested. He was only too happy to honor her request. He covered the tiny rosebud of her mouth with his big hot lips and was delighted at her response. She opened her mouth and pushed on the front of his teeth with her tongue. He met her tongue with his and they hungrily sucked each other as their fingers flew on each other's excited organs.

Soon she began little whimpering sounds and scooting her ass around in the bed.

Jesus, he thought to himself, the horny little thing's about to come off already. She might be just twelve years old, but it sure as hell looks like I've got a little sexpot on my hands in spite of how little experience she has.

By now she was hunching her hairless pussy in such excited spasms he knew she was almost there. He gave her titty a nice damp massaging and hugged her to him tightly. She jerked her fingers up and down faster and faster on his cock and he felt the big moment start to happen. Just before he shot off, he felt her cunt quiver and heard her sob as though she was hurting – she had gotten hers already. He let himself go at once and filled her palm with a cascade of thick warm milk from the head of his cock.

He rolled over and playfully took her with him, upending her and bringing her supine to his side. He grabbed her again and kissed her titties and tummy as she giggled, returning his kisses and hugging the sweet meat of her cunt against his leg. After a little more rough-house play, he pulled the covers over their heads and began talking to her in hushed tones. It was time to get down to the business portion of his little visit to her room.

"Sweety, how would you like to have Daddy show you more secret things you can do with all these cute little things?" he asked, rubbing his hands lightly over her titties, tummy, pussy and thighs.

"Oh boy," she said, "will you?"

Curt then proceeded to plant some ideas in her young mind that she had never before even thought about doing. It was all a part of a plan he'd had been considering all evening. He was dying to get back at Kelly for her recent impudence, and he believed he had finally figured out a way to do it.

His idea was to discredit anything she might tell Karol about the fact that he had been carrying on secret incestuous meetings with her for the past three years. If he could succeed in making Karol disbelieve the girl's story, then she no longer had anything with which to blackmail him. In order to make Kelly's story be rejected by Karol, he had decided on an extreme measure. He would induce Lilly into initiating a lesbian scene with her older sister, then when things were in full swing he would come in and discover the pair flagrante delicto.

Since Kelly was the elder of the two, all the blame for the affair would naturally fall on her shoulders and he would promote it. He would renounce her for seducing her little sister. That way, Lilly – the actual seducer – would be in the clear and, more important, his wife would undoubtedly refuse to believe anything Kelly said from then on. After that, she could scream all she wanted to about how her father had introduced her to incest and robbed her of her cherry at the age of fifteen. He would simply claim she was lying, and Karol would be sure to believe him instead of their daughter. But it wasn't necessary for Lilly to know all the devious details.

All she had to know was what to do and how to do it – which he did at once. She had already expressed how much she wanted to learn new, secret things she could do with her newly blossomed body. Now was the time to tell her.

"Have you ever done things with another girl?" he asked her, hugging her fondly beneath the covers. "Did you know girls could screw together pretty much like a man and a girl?"

Her first reaction was laughter. "Oh Daddy, quit trying to tease me," she chortled. "That's silly. Girls can't screw together."

"Oh yes they can," he assured her. "Maybe not exactly the same way as with a boy, but they can do it just the same."

Now she knew he was serious, "Really?" she said. "And can they make each other… can they make each other come like you showed me how to do and everything?"

"Sure," he said. "Listen. Have you ever seen other girls naked before?"

"Not much," she answered. "A few times I've seen other girls' cunnies at school when they were peeing, but that's about all. Except for Kelly, that is."

"And do you think she's pretty, your big sister?" he insidiously asked. "Have you ever thought how it would be to hug those big tits of hers or maybe play around a little between her legs in that thick, curly hair of hers – or how it might feel if she were to be in bed with you sometime with her hands on you?"

At first Lilly was far from moved by his incitement toward sex with another girl. But soon she became more interested. As Curt talked, he delicately teased his daughter's soft nipples and pliant, damp little cunt with his fingers. He described in great detail just what it might feel like to have a girl do the things he was doing. Poor Lilly became so steamed up from his attentions she would have probably been sexually attracted to a red-assed monkey, if that had been the subject of her dad's talk. Finally when she exhibited active interest in going to bed with another girl, Curt told her what to do the next night when Kelly was in bed alone.

She was to tell her big sister that she was getting to the age where she wanted to know about sex, and ask certain leading questions. She was to ask about boys, and from there on get to the subject of girls doing things to each other.

Curt gave Lilly a big kiss before leaving her bed and told her to keep their plan strictly to herself – under no circumstances was she to ever tell her mother or sister. In bed that night he gloated over the revenge he was about to get on Kelly – just wait till he grabbed his wife out of bed and showed her what she was making her little twelve-year-old sister do!

He was so elated over the idea that the next morning he surprised Karol by making furious love to her before they got out of bed. It was the first time he'd done that in ages, and she was properly appreciative. She gave him a long, hot blow job afterwards that cleaned out his pipes in great form. All that day at work he thought to himself about what the night was to bring. After dinner he had another short secret talk with Lilly, giving her last-minute encouragement, then took Karol off to bed. Later he planned to go downstairs for an aspirin and accidentally discover the perverse goings-on in Kelly's bedroom.

Lilly started things off by chatting with Kelly in their bathroom as they prepared for bed. She was pretty scared of actually doing the things her dad had suggested to her, yet the more she was around her half-naked sis the more appealing the idea became.

She started talking to her at first about menstrual periods and such, asking Kelly how old she had been when hers began, when she might expect hers to start, if it hurt much, and about the various types of tampons and napkins.

When she followed Kelly into her bedroom after their showers, her sister didn't seem to mind. When the subject finally got around to sex, Kelly was lying under the covers of her bed with nothing on but a flimsy little gown. But as Lilly kept badgering with questions, she was soon disappointed to discover that Kelly had dozed off to sleep on her! She hopped up from the chair and left the room in a huff. Imagine – talking to your big sister about important things and she up and goes to sleep on you!

But when, no farther than the bathroom, she stopped and reconsidered, Kelly had a long reputation in the family as being an extremely deep sleeper – maybe she just might be able to have some fun with her while she was asleep. It would serve her right for dropping off so rudely earlier. She turned tail and darted back into Kelly's bedroom.

She was clad in the regular little nighty she always wore to bed, but she stripped it off and tossed it away. Her sister would never know the difference.

For a few minutes Lilly amused herself by rummaging through Kelly's chest of drawers. She came to the drawer where Kelly kept her underwear and pulled out three or four of her brassieres. Standing in front of the mirror, she tried on one after the other over the pint-sized points of her titties.

"Jeez," she said aloud to herself, "it's sure going to be a while before my ninnies get big enough to fit into anything this size." She clapped her hand over her mouth when she remembered Kelly was asleep only a few feet away from her. But when she turned to look, Kelly was just as deeply asleep as ever.

Hmmm, Lilly thought to herself, maybe I'll really have some fun with her then.

She went to the bed and sat on it, first lightly and then with all her weight. Still not a move or a sound out of Kelly. Lilly raised the covers. Her sister lay on her stomach with one leg and one arm stretched out toward the opposite side of the bed. Her nighty was all wrinkled over the curves of her ass, tits and back, leaving only her long, beautifully tanned legs exposed to Lilly's eyes. She gazed at the shapely expanse of the naked limbs and felt a pang of envy. How long, she wondered hopefully, before she herself might possess such pretty and curvaceous legs. She took a look at her own slim, coltish little legs and couldn't imagine how a boy would find them attractive.

She slid under the covers and lay beside Kelly with her head on the same pillow. The thick masses of their hair made a beautiful contrast, the bright purity of Lilly's blonde locks to the coal-black tresses of her sister. She noticed a pleasant scent in her nostrils. She pushed her nose to Kelly's hair but that wasn't it. It was coming from lower down. She raised the covers and could smell it stronger there.

But the scent was momentarily eclipsed by something more interesting. Kelly had shifted slightly in her sleep, permitting the view of a full half of her left breast. Lilly looked goggle-eyed. She had seen her sister's naked tits plenty of times before, but never this close up… and never in so intimate a situation. Why she could just reach right over and touch it if she wanted to.

Why not? She did it. At first she was scared to death of waking her up, but as Kelly's deep breathing continued Lilly gained confidence. She had always wondered what they actually felt like. Now she could find out. She depressed a portion of the resilient flesh with her fingertips and saw how it filled back out. The sensation of the smooth tit-skin on her fingers caused an unexpected excitement.

Hey, I guess Dad was right, she thought, there's really something sexy about a girl playing with another one. Wish she'd roll over a little so I could see her nipple.

Kelly suddenly shifted her position, giving Lilly a fright till she saw that she was still fast asleep. She peered under the covers again and discovered that a lot more than just her nipple had been laid bare. Now she could see her big sister's entire tit, plus the panties she wore under her nightgown. The gown itself had worked itself up above the sleeping girl's waist.

Lilly could see the dark outline of Kelly's black bush under the thin crotch of the panties. She became bold. She moved her fingers across the expanse of her tit and took the nipple itself in hand. Still no moving or anything to signify Kelly was anything but fast asleep. She cautiously manipulated the dark berry of the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. At first it was large and dark, almost disappearing into the surrounding areola. But it quickly hardened under Lilly's gentle touch.

Ummm, she thought, just like mine – only a lot bigger. Hey this is neat. Jeez, sis really has a big pair. I wonder if she ever lets boys put their hands in her dress and feel 'em up like I'm getting to do. Bet a lot of them would like to.

It then occurred to Lilly that she could do a lot more investigating over the smooth expanses of her sister's sleeping body than just her tits. She boldly took the other one in hand and felt it up, then began trailing her hand down Kelly's flat stomach toward her snatch.

Wow, hope she doesn't wake up! she thought to herself. But the truth was that the danger of possible discovery was part of the fun of doing it. She had to suppress a giggle at the thought of how she would feel if she happened to wake up and find someone feeling her up like this, hands on her naked ninnies.

She reached the upper boundary of Kelly's cunt hairs with still not so much as a peep from her. She even snuggled against her warm back and the curve of her hard ass without causing any sign of wakefulness. At first it had only been a game to the youngster, albeit at her father's suggestion. But as she gained access to more and more of Kelly's erotic physique, Lilly began to experience certain feelings in her own body.

There was a bit of warmth inside her panties that she hadn't noticed before. Her fingers seemed to tremble slightly upon contact with the forbidden curls of Kelly's crotch. She found herself pressing her legs together, at first more or less unconsciously, then very consciously. Her panties began to stick to her hard little bottom and became uncomfortable against her skin. She removed her hand from Kelly's cunt hairs long enough to slip the offending undies down to her knees, then darted it back to its former position among the thick bush.

It was like a forest compared with her own scanty growth. She put her free hand on her own genitals to compare. Her silky hairs were still quite easy to count, while her sister's were like dense undergrowth. Soon Lilly was doing more than just comparing. She was using her fingers on herself for the pure pleasure of it. And as she did so, her other hand was sliding, farther toward the plump naked cunt lips at the center of Kelly's muff.

At last Lilly pushed through the last clump of black curls and came to the exposed flesh of her sister's naked pussy lips. She hesitated for a second.

I better not do much more, she thought feverishly to herself, I might get in big trouble if she wakes up. But her curiosity and the intensity of her budding adolescent passion were too much for her to resist. She slipped her forefinger on into the wet slit.

"Ungh," came a sleepy groan from Kelly. "Huh? Whatsat… ungh?"

She was awake!

CHAPTER TEN

Lilly was mortified. Her worst fears had been realized and she knew it was her own fault. She jerked her hand away from her big sister's cunt and lay trembling beside her, uncertain whether to run out of the room or stay and make some attempt to explain what she was doing there in the bed with her. She felt big drops of nervous sweat trickle from her armpits as she waited anxiously.

"Ummm," Kelly moaned faintly. Then she surprisingly groped sleepily near her crotch, making little sounds of pleasure. It seemed like she was trying to find the hand that had been toying with her pussy – and furthermore, that she had very much enjoyed the touch of it instead of being angry about it.

Before Lilly could decide what to do, Kelly's hand found her arm and groggily tugged it toward the junction of her thighs.

"Whasa… c'mere," she mumbled, her voice drugged with sleep, "… hmmmm, nice… pussy…"

It dawned on Lilly, to her immense satisfaction, that Kelly had been fully awake after all. She had apparently only woken up enough to sense a warm hand on her cunt and experienced the pleasure of its touch, but was nowhere near actually being awake. Lilly was still scared shitless but she nervously allowed her hand to be dragged back to her sister's cunt. Once it was again touching her muff, she rolled onto her back and Lilly could see a sleepy smile on her face.

Wow, she thought, I think she likes it. I can keep playing with her – she really wants me to!

She eagerly pushed her fingers deep into the hair again and this time went straight for the wet slit with no hesitation. Kelly's hand was on the back of hers and was still exerting force, weak and uncontrolled as it was. When Lilly's fingers came in contact with the damp meat of her outer lips, Kelly sighed gratefully and slowly let her thighs open wide and loose.

The effect on Lilly was exhilarating. What had begun as a daring and naughty little experiment for her was fast becoming a real and very sensual thrill. She was still awfully frightened at what was happening but somehow the fright seemed to add to the sexy warmth she felt building up in her youthfully inexperienced body. At first she just sort of wanted to take a real close look at Kelly's pussy to see what hers might be like when she got that big. Now her interest in what was inside her big sister's panties was very different.

She thought again about what her dad had told her about girls screwing each other and knew he hadn't been just kidding her at all. The way her own little cunt was starting to be all warm and damp was just like the way it felt when she was in bed with him. She wasn't sure about the details of how girls could do it together, but she was certainly wanting to find out.

Kelly's pussy seemed so big compared with hers. She was amazed at how plush and thick her outer lips were, and at how soft and moist they were inside where her hole began.

She gingerly and still half fearfully explored the spot, feeling more and more strange inside her own as she did it. And Kelly's panties were now bothering her. There had been room for her small hand to slide right in at first, but now her increasing activity there was making the undergarment strain tightly across the back of her hand. She took the elastic in her other hand and drew them down. When they were as far as Kelly's knees, Lilly hooked an agile toe in the crotch and pushed the scanty things off over her sister's feet.

As she brought her leg back in place she got a warm flash in her tummy at the wonderful, comfy feeling of their smooth long legs being in contact. She involuntarily squeezed her knee into the firm flesh of Kelly's inner thigh and felt the older girl bring her thighs together on either side of it.

Ummmm, she thought, it's really a groove to rub legs like that. It makes my cunny feel almost as good as when Daddy plays with them. Lemme just get in there better, now…

Then she felt Kelly's arms around her. She was helping her! She squirmed under the light weight of her little sister's body and brought her hairless pussy right down on hers. Lilly let out a little moan of pleasure when she felt her unsuspecting sister's spongy snatch holding hers up against it so tightly.

Now she was lying face down on Kelly's lush nakedness with every square inch of her young body touching it from ankles to armpits. A slight move brought her face even with the magnificent mounds of Kelly's firm tits. This was too much for her and she let out an involuntary moan.

"Oh wow," she said in a whispery voice, "what a groove this is."

The new position was evidently too much for Kelly too. She blinked her eyes and in a languorous, sleepy voice said, "You sexy little devil. What are you doing in my bed? For a long time I thought I was just having a dream. I didn't think you were big enough for stuff like this, sis. You've sure got me hot, though. Here, lemme show you how to really groove. It's the least I can do after having you wake me up so nice like you did."

Lilly was terribly embarrassed and started babbling but Kelly hushed her and rolled onto her side.

"Just lie there on your back, Lilly," she told her, gaining the upper position. "Looks like you're past all that tomboy crap, aren't you? I'm going to show you what it feels like to be a girl, sweety."

Lilly was ecstatic. She lay staring up at her big sister with a look of breathless excitement on her face. "I bet you've been frigging your pussy and wondered how it would feel to do it with someone else, huh? You're sure going to find out. You may not be grown up yet, but if you feel a yen for it that means you're big enough to start having a little fun. Those little knockers of yours are real cute, you know it? Here, see how they like this."

Kelly dropped her open mouth on her younger sister's pouting fruits and moved her lips on the taut points in a gentle, sucking motion. She went from one to the other like a butterfly. Lilly loved it. It was different than when her dad did it – sort of lighter and softer. That made her think of him again for a different reason. She knew he'd be in there before long, at least that's what he had told her. She didn't understand just why it was but he'd told her to just go along with whatever he did and she was all set to do just that.

Maybe he wants to just watch Kelly and me naked together, she thought to herself.

But she couldn't keep her mind on things like that – not with her big sister's mouth going to work on her the way it was! Kelly licked her hard little nipples till they felt nearly ready to burst and Lilly began twisting around.

"Getting a little warm in a certain place, sweety?" she teased, applying friction on her pussy with the hairy mound of her own cunt. She grinned conspiratorially and said, "Don't worry, I know just how you feel. This little pussy of yours is needing some love awful bad about now, isn't it?"

She started to draw her mouth down the flat expanse of Lilly's tummy toward her damp, smooth-skinned organs but Lilly stopped her.

"Wait, Kelly," she entreated. "Please. Can I just… can I…" – her face was red with embarrassment but she finally got the words out – "can I just see what it feels like to have yours in my mouth for a sec? Jeez, they look so big and yummy."

She raised her mouth and Kelly gladly scooted up to where she could secure a nice mouthful. She supported herself on her elbows and let Lilly lick the fat tips of her tits, swinging the firm flesh back and forth to let her get a taste of each one. The kid gobbled them up like a pro. Seeing her little sis so ravenous for a tit in her mouth sent a pulse of passion through the hot meat of her busy cunt.

"Oh wow, sweety," she gasped, her nipples red and tingling, "you're too much, you know it? You're going to make me cream off! Lemmee fix you up too."

First she remained in position over Lilly's body, removing her tits and swinging them slowly over her face as she ground her cunt flesh into the hairless swell of Lilly's little pussy. Then gradually she scooted backwards till she was able use her hands at the same time. Now her knockers were out of reach of Lilly's mouth, but the sweet heat she was pouring onto her pussy was well worth it. With one hand she alternately tweaked Lilly's nipples, all the while rubbing her own hairy snatch against it. The two girls were both getting so excited they were sweating all up and down the lengths of their warm bodies.

"Whew," breathed Lilly, "I didn't even know girls could… ungh… do each other like this but you're… ungh… ahhh… you're gonna make me come if you keep… oh."

"That's just what I intend to do," Kelly broke in. "And I'll be right in there with you getting myself off too. Seeing you get so darned hot makes me the same way, you know. You've got a real cute little shape, sweety… you're lucky to be using all that good stuff up the way it should be, too – I was a lot older than you before I ever got my cookies any other way except by my own hand."

Kelly suddenly turned onto her side and scissored Lilly's legs between hers, hunching slowly and rhythmically. Now their tits were meshed and their cunts were rubbing together like mounds of soft leather. Kelly fingered the sweet, moist surfaces of her little sister's pussy too, working her hand in unobtrusively between their sliding young pussies. She searched for the kid's clit and began stroking it delicately with her thumb and forefinger.

"How's that make your little love button feel, sweety, huh?" she rasped. Her voice was thick with passion and the sound of it in Lilly's ears seemed naughty and dirty to her, yet also supremely exciting.

But Lilly's ears weren't the only ones hearing Kelly's impassioned words. Curt had been crouching outside the door with his ear plastered to it for several minutes. He had meant to rush in on them before things got this far along but the stimulation of listening to his two daughters naked together made him hold off. He couldn't see them but their love noises and the words they exchanged from time to time were more than enough to raise a stiff hard-on.

He even had his cock in his hand and was frigging it a little in spite of himself. He knew it was stupid to get wound up in a sex trap of his own at a time like this but eavesdropping on the pair had got him so horny he couldn't help it. Finally he got control of himself.

"God damn it," he hissed between his teeth, "I got to quit this shit and get on with my plan to run in on them and then get Karol down here to see what her sweet little daughters are doing."

Just as he was stuffing his cock back into his robe he heard a series of little squeals. One of them was obviously in the midst of her climax. He waited only a few seconds, then burst into the room.

Lilly was lying on her side with her legs snuggled between her sister's and her shiny little cunt rubbing against Kelly's a mile a minute. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed tight. The expression on her face would have been enough alone for him to tell that the kid was getting her jollies. Kelly was humping to beat the band and jiggling one hand in the kid's twat and the other in her own.

At the sound of him bursting into the room she jerked her head and a look of terror crossed her face. That was quickly replaced by an expression of stormy anger. Lilly was already into her climax so she wasn't as bothered by Curt's sudden presence as Kelly, who had not quite hit the top yet. Worse still, she was at that maddening point where the interruption made her so frustrated it almost actually pained her.

"Well isn't this a pretty sight?" he snidely growled. "A man comes down to the kitchen to get a drink and finds his grown daughter just flat-out raping her little kid sister!"

Lilly's ass was still in the throes of quick, wrenching spasms from her orgasm. As he spoke, she jerked her eyes open and saw him. She was so ashamed at having him see her that way – even though she knew he was going to visit sometime – that her face turned bright red. The worst part was that she had to keep pumping her ass several strokes after she knew he was there – she just couldn't help herself.

"What th…" Kelly began, furious at his invasion and made even angrier by his accusation.

But he broke in. "You slut, you," he exclaimed. "Putting your filthy hands on an innocent kid that age and making her let you do what you want with her poor, naked little body. I think your mother's gonna have to see this!"

And he turned and bolted up the stairs, leaving the girls speechless. Lilly had been warned to go along with him and do whatever he said, so she wasn't about to say anything to Kelly about the real facts. Kelly was sputtering.

"Hummmmph!" she cried, her eyes flashing. "Bringing Mom down here, huh? Well, just let him bring her – there just might be a surprise or two before this is over!"

Lilly was very puzzled by that. It seemed obvious to her that their mom would be just as outraged at the scene as their dad had appeared. She cocked her head and started to ask a question but Kelly shushed her and tossed her nighty and panties to her and said she better get into them. Then she started putting her own back on. Before either one of the girls were through, Curt came dashing back with their mother in tow. He flung open the door and bellowed, "There she is, Karol. Just like I told you she was. It's a hell of a thing for you to have to see, but I thought you ought to. Can you imagine a girl stooping to that level – taking advantage of her own kid sister and making her strip naked and get in bed with her? Honey, our little Lilly's barely old enough to be out of diapers and yet look what Kelly's forced her into!"

Karol stared at her half-naked daughters and seemed shocked, all right, but she was much less upset than Curt expected her to be, somehow. She finally opened her mouth to say something but Kelly spoke first.

"Mom," she said, her teeth clenched in restrained anger, "that's not true. It's just not. I don't know what Daddy's up to but he's lying. Sure, we're here in bed together just like you see us. But I didn't even begin to force Lilly into anything. I woke up and she was in bed with me… that's the truth."

She looked straight at Karol all the time she was talking to her. Curt imagined he saw a curious kind of glance exchanged between them when she finished.

"Hell, Karol," Curt hissed, "you're not gonna believe a damned story like that, are you? Jesus Christ, forget about the fact that Lilly's her own sister – that's bad enough, but maybe I could understand if it was a brother instead of a girl. Ain't no way of getting around the fact that she's queer, Karol. Kelly's evidently a fucking homo – and trying to turn her little sister into one too."

Lilly was carefully keeping her mouth shut like her dad had told her to. But Kelly shot a quick, intense glance at her mother. This time it was so obvious something… was being communicated between them that Curt looked from one to the other trying to fathom what it was.

Karol was obviously embarrassed about something but she finally spoke to him. "I think there are things we better talk about, honey. Before this goes any further, I think you and I should have a private talk. I guess we should have done it a long time ago."

Curt was lost. He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. "Huh?" he said, puzzled.

"Oh… I don't know," she faltered, changing her mind. "Maybe… maybe I should stay out of it, maybe I should just let you…"

"Mom!" yelled Kelly. "If you don't tell him, I will. After that crack about 'homos' he just made I don't see how you can let him get away with it!"

Curb's head was spinning. Was she saying that…

"You're right, honey," she said to Kelly. "I've got to come clean. I can't just let you take all the blame."

Then she turned to Curt, now with no sign of her former wishy-washy attitude. "Before I say what I'm about to, Curt," she said, her voice surprising him with its strength, "I just want to remind you of something. Remember that time we were in Tijuana and you wanted to go to one of those shows where they have girls making it together? You even told me afterwards you'd like to have been with them while they were going at it, remember?"

"Karol, please," he said, "not in front of the kid. Yeah, I remember. So what. What's that got to do with anything?"

"Just that you didn't harp on them being perverts or anything," she retorted, "like you just implied about Kelly. You see, what I have to tell you is that – maybe you better sit down for this – Kelly and I… well, we've been lovers, Curt. There, it's out! She and I have been sleeping together almost once every week for the past two years. My only excuse is – well you know how horny I always am, Curt. I just needed more loving, that's all. I… I started her out… seduced her, I guess I'd have to say… one night when you were gone and I was needing some loving bad. Since then we've been doing it every Tuesday night 'cause that's your card-playing night with the boys."

He was dumbfounded. You could have knocked him over with a feather. He sat down on the bed with a dazed look on his face.

"So if what you say Kelly did to Lilly is true," she finished, "then I guess it's partly my fault too."

She took it for granted he was going to be furious at her story. When he didn't start lambasting her, or ask for a divorce right on the spot, she was amazed.

Lilly sat with her legs folded under her following the conversation with intense interest. Wow, she thought, Kelly and Mom together!

"Guess this is the night for letting it all hang out," said Kelly, shrugging her shoulders. "Mom, you told Dad about Tuesday nights… guess it's time him and me told you about Thursday nights. Right, Dad? Or are you going to deny it?"

Karol snapped her head around. "You mean… Kelly, are you saying that…"

"Fraid so, Mom," said Kelly, cutting her short. "Every time you went to your Thursday night bowling league, Dad came into my room and gave me a good screwing."

Kurt and Karol looked at each other in mutual disbelief. Now that the whole story was coming out, it was almost funny. Could it be true they had both been being unfaithful to each other… with the same person – their own daughter? Their guilt began to evaporate. If they had both been doing it, what was there to say to each other?

Curt hoped Kelly wouldn't complicate things by bringing up the affair in the basement with Rex, the event that had precipitated the whole confrontation. She didn't.

But little Lilly was feeling left out. "Daddy," she innocently inquired, "if everybody's gonna tell their secrets, then can we tell Mom and Kelly about ours?"

He grimaced as though a horse had stepped on his foot. Karol and Kelly riveted their eyes on him, almost in amusement. The air was becoming much calmer.

"Oh shit," he grumbled, dropping his head a little and shrugging his shoulders, "I might as well admit it. I… well, Lilly's been doing an awfully lot of growing up lately whether you two have noticed it or not, and I just… well, I just got so fucking worked up over seeing them new titties of hers and that cute little ass bopping around the house that I just had to have me a taste."

Karol was shocked but there was also more than a trace of humor in her expression. Kelly piped up, "I noticed how she's growing, Dad… after tonight, anyway."

He had to grin. Karol even giggled at her observation. But it was Lilly who inadvertently succeeded in ending the confrontation and putting everyone in a relaxed mood.

She put her mouth to Kelly's ear and whispered something Curt and Karol couldn't hear. Kelly gave her a big kiss on the cheek and giggled, hugging her close and then letting her go.

"I don't know," she answered out loud. "You'll have to ask Mom and Dad about that. But you're sweet to remember it."

They both turned their curious eyes on the younger daughter.

"Well," she shyly began, "I… I just asked Kelly if her and me could go in my room and take up where we left off – what I mean is… well, she made me come a while ago but she didn't get to 'cause Daddy ran in and scared us. So I wanted to…" – she was blushing fiercely – "to… uh… do the same for her! If nobody's mad at anybody else anymore, that is? You aren't, are you?"

They laughed heartily and everyone looked around the room at everyone else. Now the whole situation was downright funny to them. All that intrigue had been afoot uselessly, since almost all of them were doing the very things others were trying so hard to conceal from them.

"How about it, girls?" he asked broadly, turning from side to side for their opinions. "I don't think anybody's mad at anybody else anymore, are we?"

Karol gave him a big hug and Kelly slid off the bed and ran to them both, putting her arms around the two of them. Lilly made it a foursome by squeezing in between her dad and mom, and each welcomed her. Suddenly Curt and Karol became extremely aware of how scantily dressed their daughters were. In all the confusion, they had almost got used to seeing Lilly sitting on the bed with only her panties and nighty on. And Kelly hadn't even got that far along when Curt came dashing back to their room with Karol in tow – she was covered only by her filmy nighty, not even having had time to jump into her panties. Her nest of curls was quite apparent behind the transparent sleeping garment.

Kelly grinned and said, "Don't look at Lilly and me that way – all you two have on are your robes. Or are you wearing something under that? Come on, don't be bashful. Let Lilly and me see."

As usual, it was Kelly's bountiful sex urge that got things rolling. A look passed between the four of them and there were a few lowered eyelids and nervous smiles, then off came the robes and they stood before their children in their underwear. Karol reached for the light switch and threw the room into total darkness.

"We're all friends, aren't we?" she laughed. "So it won't matter who happens to run into who in the dark, will it? Let's just feel around in the dark and see what happens."

"We're friends okay," responded Curt. "Not to mention being relatives too!"

There was a sound of soft clothes moving over naked skin. The girls knew that their mom and dad must have taken off their underwear. Lilly was quick to follow suit.

"Kelly, you still got your panties on!" she chirped. "No fair!"

"That's okay," chimed in Karol. "I think there's plenty of help around if she wants it."

"Oooo!" cried Kelly. "Sounds yummy!"

"Lie down on the bed if you can find it, honey," said Curt. "We'll all help you get 'em off."

"And we'll all help you get yourself off, too, dear," Karol told her. "Lilly said you weren't quite finished a while ago. We'll take care of that little bit of unfinished business."

It was incredibly dark in the room, more than they had realized it would be. This added more fun to the proceedings.

"Speaking of unfinished business," Karol continued, "whose perky little tit could this be I've got my hand on? Anybody got any ideas who a pair of 'unfinished' boobies might belong to?"

Lilly giggled and pressed against her mom to let her get a better feel. "Not me!" she exclaimed. "I can't think of anybody like that." She giggled. "Maybe you've got hold of Daddy!"

"If she does," came Kelly's voice from somewhere near the bed, "she doesn't have the best part. I've got that in my hand. Right, Dad?"

Curt felt his cock swell under the warm pressure of her hand on his cock. "I'd call that the best part, I think," he agreed.

"Mommy, how come we never did this before?" asked Lilly, hugging her face to her mother's fully packed tits. "This is groovy!"

"This?" joked Karol, reaching for a firm handful of her child's hard little ass. "Or this?" she went on, tweaking Lilly's taut nipples with the other hand.

"Whew… all of it," said Lilly, warming to her mom's intimate touch. "Ummmm, never mind which part I was talking about… just keep doing what you're doing now!"

"What are you doing to that innocent child?" mocked Curt from the bed where he lay with Kelly.

"She doesn't seem to very innocent to me," Karol called back. "Not from the way she's treating my tits."

Lilly had escalated from merely rubbing her face between them and was now energetically sucking the ends of them, her mouth going back and forth like she had experienced from Curt.

A slapping sound emerged from the bed. It wasn't very rapid yet, but there was no question what was causing it.

"Listen to that, will you?" said Karol. "I think maybe Kelly and your dad are doing something naughty over there. Here, honey, let me put my hands over your ears. You're too young to listen to things like that. It might give you funny ideas."

She wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter and playfully pressed her palms over her ears, then let her hands fall over the angular slopes of the girl's shoulders and hip bones. The kid was still going to town on Karol's tits and she was starting to get damned hot from it. She sat on the couch and directed Lilly through the darkness with her. Now maybe there would be room to take proper care of the daughter who was being so very attentive to her mother's comfort and pleasure.

Lilly eagerly slid alongside her on the couch and felt her mom's fingers gently stroke her ass and upper thighs, settling finally in the moist hollow of her pubescent groin. With her other hand she sensually teased her taut-tipped little nipples.

Kelly was getting similar treatment from her dad. But instead of using only his hands on her, he was employing his mouth as well. He had one hand gripping the cheek of her muscular ass, while the other hand, with his mouth, took care of her two juicy tits.

"Oh Dad," she panted, "go ahead and fuck me, will you? Stick it in good and deep."

He climbed on top and sank the shaft of his rock-hard machine into the depths of her hungry cunt. Karol and Lilly could hear more than just fingers going slap slap slap now – they could quite easily make out the wet, sexy sound of her fat boobs striking his chest and the long lengths of her legs splatting against his.

"Mommy, are they… are they really screwing now?" asked Lilly. "Has he got it in her and everything?"

"They sure are, honey," replied Karol. "But you're a big girl now – 'screwing' is for kids. What they're doing is fucking, my darling daughter, plain and simple. Fucking!"

"Wish we could see 'em," whispered Lilly.

"Poor baby," cooed Karol. "Isn't Mommy's little girl getting enough love? If you're having to think about how it would be to see them going at it, I'd better get you on your back and give you a nice, hot little work-out. I bet that cute little cunt of yours is just dying for something inside it."

"Oh Mommy, it really is!" exclaimed Lilly. "Just feel and see how juicy it's getting!"

Karol already had her spreadeagled and was tenderly playing with the delicate lips of her hairless little snatch. "I'm gonna do better than just feel it, sweety," Karol assured her.

She pushed her face down the porcelain-smooth columns of her slender thighs and nuzzled her nose and mouth against her young daughter's fresh, tender sex-flesh.

"Ooooo!" cried Lilly, loving the feel of her mother's practiced lips and tongue.

Curt and Kelly were heaving and grunting like a couple of pigs snouting for truffles. They gave a loud wheeze and then Kelly began making funny noises in the back of her throat.

"Listen, Mommy," directed Lilly, "Kelly's getting her cookies off! Oh wow, it makes my cunny hot as heck to know Dad's over there fucking my big sis while you're eating me out!"

Karol was now getting a cunt full of love juice in her own hot hole. Wonder if the kid'll give her Mom a mouth job, Karol thought feverishly to herself. She shifted around so that her snatch was directly over Lilly's face, never for one moment taking her lips away from the youngster's sweating slit.

To her delight, Lilly frigged her by hand for a few seconds, then went right on into the wet hole with her tongue. She didn't even have to be coaxed. Oh shit, Karol thought, it's so sweet to have her little mouth on me I'm about to pop my cork any second now.

Lilly was opening and closing her legs against her mom's ears, savoring every second of the wonderful tongue job. She felt her pussy quiver and knew she was darned close to coming off. She opened her mouth to let out a little cry of pleasure, but pussy juice from Karol's steaming cunt promptly filled it. She gulped it, smacked her lips, then pushed her tongue back inside for more. Her tight little slit was on fire now and her ass was shaking like crazy.

Karol hit it first, jerking her cunt in wild abandon against the hungry lips of her pussy-sucking daughter. She gave a long moan, keeping her mouth tightly plastered to Lilly's cunt, and the kid could feel the vibrations from her voice all the way up to her tautly-bouncing titties. She began whimpering. Karol frantically massaged her titties and kept her tongue moving like a butterfly. Lilly gave a sharp yelp, jammed her ass back and forth in one last burst of energy, and came off with a wet, heated thrill that left her breathless.

As the two lay recuperating from their torrid session, they became aware of Kelly and Curt close by. They had magazines in their hands and were fanning their hot, sweaty bodies for them.

"You two really went at it then," Kelly said. "Dad and I had to get over here closer so we could have a better show."

"Yeah," agreed Curt, "this mom-and-daughter fucking must be hot shit. You were going at each other like a couple of wildcats."

After several minutes, Lilly realized that the rest of the family was drifting out of the bedroom bound for other parts of the house. She sat up and hollered at them.

"Hey," she cried, "where's everybody going?"

"We're going to our bedrooms to go to sleep," Curt answered.

"But can't we all sleep here in this room together?" Lilly pleaded. "That way we can be close enough to start fucking each other in the morning without even having to move!"

Karol and Curt stopped in the hall and came back, and Kelly returned with them. They were all laughing. They flipped the lights on and all three stooped down to her naked body.

"Don't worry, sweety," assured her dad, rubbing her titties generously as he spoke. "I've got a hunch this family is gonna be pretty close to each other from now on no matter where they sleep. Right, girls?"

But Curt received no answer from either one. Both were kneeling beside Lilly: Karol was licking the girl's pert titties while Kelly stretched her tongue up her little sister's moist slit.

Curt felt his cock swelling inside his jockey shorts at the sight of it. It was obvious that his prediction about the family's future togetherness was already coming true.

Content

Harry Stone
His youngest daughter

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN