It was a sunny day out in phillidelphia on July 4th. David was in the cool AC watching tv while his family were out side swimming in the pool, except for his older sister Nora, who was sound asleep at 11 am. Davids mom had walked in "David? have you seen the baby oil anywhere?". "Ummm, im not sure the last time i saw it was last night when i could fit my hard cock in your asshole". "Oh stop it you sicko! im serious. I want to tan my beasts for the party later! i have to look fine just incase anyone wants to slip inside for some play time if you know what i mean. HeHe." Davids mom had invited some friends from work and was hoping that she would get some action and maybe build a relationship with this one man she loved. (oh ya, Davids dad does not esist) David was flipping threw the channles when suddenly Spice came on and david instantly got a hard on. His prick was busting out of his thin boxers like a monster on the loose. David had nothing else on his mind but to relieve himself and jerkoff. He pulled his boxers down to his ankles and starting slowly stroking his hard 8 in penis, it was a monster cock. After a while David felt his balls harden and knew only one thing! he was going to cum. While he stroking his monster cock he looked into the kitchen and saw his mother bent over loading the dishwasher and her bakini bottom a little to the side with her clit hanging out, David didnt think twice and got up walked over to his mother and shoved his 8 inch monster cock all the way in until he felt it hit her womb all in 1 stroke. His mother burts out in pleasure "OH Baby you know exactly what i love! fuck me baby fuck my up in to my stomach!" David kept on humping his mother in the pussy from behind for about 4 minutes when he felt his cock start to twitch and ke then knew he was going to cum!. He grabbed on tight to his mothers hips stoked his mother one last time stuck his monster cck all the way up and let loose at once and let his hot cum ride up into her "OH baby! i fell your hot cum in my body OH BABY I WANT TO HAVE YOUR SECOND CHILD AAaaghh" his mothers screams volumed down and david took his prick out slowly and watched as his hot sperm dribbled out of hsi mothers hot unshaved bush. David felt awesome at this point and could think of anything better that could have happened. David was so relieved at this point "momma you slut do you really want to have my baby?" "oh baby you know i do!" "well to bad becasue i already know whos going to have my baby!" "whs that honey?" "samantha!" " Say what?!, Now listen David Samantha is a still virgin for all i know and you cant go around having babies with every woman you see!" "well momma ive made my mind"

Later on that day David decided to kind of get payback on his mother by doing exactly wht she told him not to. He walked into Samanthas room while she was sleeping and layed down next to her. David was feeling very horny and was nude at this point with his thick prick sticking straight out. He laied down next to his older sis, his older sis was about 5"6 105 pounds with brown eyes and black curly hair. David took the 1 sheet that was coverin his siter to reveal her sexy body, David looked at in awe. His siter was laying their on her back hands and legs spread out wide. David his sis was going to take after his mother in breast size seeing her beautiful D38 breasts where where who mother had DD 32. HEr breasts were so soft and smooth with nipples atleast a half inch long and her areola was as round as jar cap. David countinued to look down until he reached her womanhood, she had a beautiful trimmed pussy with a bizzare shaving made out of her hair in letters "Sam". David found this beautiful! and couldnt resist, he started to notice something shiny sticking out from under his siters ass and when he reached to get it he couldnt believe what he saw for it was a but plug! the thought of his sister sleeping with a but plug made his nuts! hie immedietly fastened himself over his siter and aimed his monster cock at her pussy "come on sis, your gonna be a mommy". David took the head of his swollen cock which was now purple in color from the pressure and rubbed it gently up and down sam's pussy crack when he startd to notice her clit starting to come out slowly, David couldnt believe his eyes! his sisters clit lips had to bea tleast 3 inches long!. David was now fully aroused and ready to inpregnate hs hot sister. He did feel kind of guilty and woke up his sister by shoving his whole cock down her throught *cough* *cough* "aakhh...gggg...David waht are you doing?!" "dont worry sis your going to be a mother!" HIs siter went nuts and could not believe what she just heard! she sceamed out " MOM! MOM! HELP ME PLEASE!" The mother ran in from sunbathing topless and just a g-string on down below. " DAvid! What did i tell you! get off of her right this instint!" "oh ya! make me! watch me brake her virginity" Sam: "Plz dont do this! I know YOu and mom fuck all the time! im okay with that! but please not a chidl!". David stopped deasd in his tracks and looked at his mom " How do you know sam?" "well it not hard to tell when i walk in from work and you have momma on the back porch fucking away at her pussy!" " I never thought you would find out!" "its ok Dave!, Id b glad to be your fucker but not a pregnant one". Dve smiled and so did his mother, his mother came and laied down next to them and took her g-string off and starting to suck on samanthas toungue and kiss her oh so pasiionitlly. Dave noticed his sisters pussy start to dribble wet and decided it was time...He slowly inserted his hard rock penis into his sisters pussy and noticed it was so tight! he had to loosen it up. He hard cock got in about 4 inches when he noticed that he couldnt go no more and his sister screamed "OH DAVE! thats my wall! plz dave plz fuck me open and cum in my hot pussy, samantha was REALLY hot ow with her mother shoved up against her wit her pussy in her fac and samantha tongue fucking her mothers cunt. Dave decided to make this as interesting as possible and took his whole dick out, he put the head half way in, grabbed on to his sisters hips and told them to hold on. Dave counted to 3 then bust his big hard cock straight into his sisters wet pussy! he felt the wall brake and so did his sister, she screamed out in joyful pain! and starting to breathe really hard " oh dave! omg you broke me so well, plz fuck me and cum in my hot pussy plz!" dave started to stroke in and out as fast as he can at various angles but had to pull out once in a while to let the blood drip out of his sisters newly fucked vagina. Dave could fel his balls hardening and decided to cum straght up his sis! he started to fuck her wild! non-stop for 12 minutes when he shoved his cock in all the way to where sam's pussy could handle and released! his hot load into his siters hot pussy! Dave squirted about 6 times each 1 longer than the other. after everyone had calm down their mother god off sam and signaled to dave that he should take his dick out of sam's pussy. Dave did so while everyone watched and they all waited to to see his hot load but there wasnt anything there!. Daves mom got really worried! and so did samantha. All daves mom could do was walk out of the room and not speak to dave for the whole day.

3 months later it was a little chillie outside since it was the end of september, Samantha walked in the room while everyone was eating lunch and shouted out "its a boy!" Dave and his mom got up and hugged samantha in excitement, over the months they had forgot about the whole incidint and dealt with the baby normally as if dave wasnt the father. 

And they happily ever after.

 As the night wore on he was chatting enthusiastically with Dawn,my wife And I saw her putting her hand tentatively into his trouser pocket while being egged on to go deeper by Steve,the landlord. Having touched something,blushing she quickly retrieved her hand from the said pocket and funning,punched at his shoulder. He then turning towards her conspiritally opened his pocket somewhat and displayed what she had touched.

 It turned out to be a rather slim hard aluminium cigar container. Smiling widely he removed himself from the fray and went to help behind the bar. Somewhile later he was back at it. This time he sat himself in between myself and my wife on the otherside from where he had sat previously. She in turn went to the loo and on returning finished up with me then her then the landlord with a mate at the far end. Me and the mate watched as the landlord again got my wife's attention and was trying to get her to feel in what was now his other pocket.

 "No,you're not getting me again" she exclaimed. 'No,I'm not' he responded,pulling the thin tube from the original pocket. "Well what have you got hidden in this one?" 'Nothing,honest,its just a bit of fun,- really it is' She tentively started putting her hand in now,stopping and I could see her fingers groping around,obviously expecting another ploy by him. She went deeper and then felt some more. Her face changed now. Her brow furrowed and his face went bland as she with her mouth close to his ear whispered something. Her hand explored somemore. "It is I heard her whisper,that's the head of your cock!" A broad grin crossed the landlords face as I distinctly noticed he was getting hard. "You dirty old sod" she whispered, "You're getting a hardon" And promply but slowly pulled her hand from the pocket.

 She turned to me. "Did you see that,he got a hardon when I felt his cock,he's got a hole in that pocket and all" This had not been lost on the mate on the otherside as he had also been watching the antics of our landlord. Who by now had removed himself and carefully covered his protrusion on moving away. The night went on with no further moves made on my wife. Ribaldry was at an end it seemed.

 My wife on the other hand continued to quietly comment on his hardon and how much and in such detail she'd felt it. Virtually ever vein and feature seemed to be rivetted in her mind. I commented eventually, 'You evidently'  enjoyed the feel he let you have, "No,of course not,I was just saying" 'Yeah,it sounds like you were just saying it made you horny and you enjoyed feeling another man's cock' "That's silly" It was left at that,but I was convinced she'd got a buzz from the experience.

 'I bet your knickers are wet' "Leave it" I did and watched as other events overtook the moment. One such moment was as my wife again went to the loo,the mate I mentioned took a good squeeze of my wife's ass cheek on her way out and the other one on her way back to her seat. A furtive glance from her to me told me she hoped I hadn't noticed. Sitting again, "I didn't ask him too" 'I know,don't worry about it,he saw you playing with the landlord' She blushing. "I hope he didn't get the wrong idea" All the time secretly I hoped he did get the right idea. That is she's horny and up for it.

 We all drifted off at the evenings end and no one but me noticed as this mate pulled my wife aside as we traipsed along the sidewalk. They were missing and only I had clocked it. I knew the area well and intent on seeing what they were up to and secretly hoping I was about to see what I'd dreamed of,I too drifted away from the straggling group.

 Back I went to where they had left us. Not a sign of them. I stopped and listened. Nothing,then I heard a faint giggle,it was coming from a small lane. This lane had various wall protrusions down the entrance part of it then it opened out into a clearer straight part. I snuk quietly down it stopping and listening. "No,we'll get caught doing it" 'Just have a feel' - A gasp, - He - 'Keep doing that,ugh! Fuck,come on' - "Stop,that's tickling, - Giggle, - oo! don't its making it tingle"

 I now spotted them,he had his cock on display and my wife was wanking it. Meanwhile her dress was high up her hips and he clearly was tickling her pussy. "No! we'll get caught" I watched as he pressed his cock now towards my wife's pussy. It touched and he had it inside her quim in a flash. His hand squeezed deeply at her buttocks. "Don't shoot it up there" He was instantly in full flow as he pumped his knob up her cunt. She started to push at his thrusting and with her usual sounds I heard and seen my wife being or rather getting fucked by another man.

 From leaving the group,this had been only about 10 - 15 minutes. They stood enjoying the aftermath of their respective orgasm's. He with his hardon still in her started to play with her clit again. "Wait" She eased him away a bit as she fumbled with his waistband between their bodies. His trousers now dropped to his ankles,no shorts. As she moved him still further away,I saw the gleam of her cunt juice along the length of his shaft.

 She was removing her panty's,with them gone she started in again. With his hand around his hardon I saw him jab it again back inside her vagina. "Go on,fuck it in me properly,not with all our clothes in the way. He now fucked at her with a vengeance. The thrusting was so frantic that once it popped out completely and jabbed into her belly. "Get it back in,I'm nearly cumming, AAGH! OO-OO UUGH! You're making me CUUMMM! This was the usual sounds of my wife cumming as I watched him race to his climax, the strain in his loins was showing she was about to get one hell of a spunking and she did. In the next second he tensed and with short sharp thrusts he spilled his seed deep inside my wife.

 She clung tightly to him as she,on coming down from her orgasm,opened her eyes to be confronted with me watching her as he pulled his dripping hardon from her body. Her look was a picture too behold as he looked down at his dripping cock, while instinctively she put her hand over her naked sopping wet cunt. He nearly vapourized as I spoke. 'Lets keep this between ourselves then shall we?' My wife went to speak. I putting my hand to my mouth with a SSSH! stopped any further talk for now with, 'When we're all sober,its the wrong time now'

 With me on one side and my mate on the other,both with our arms around her we followed on to our destination. Not though before in her panic as we moved away,she broke free from us and made back to retrieve her knicker's. This gave us both a bonus as she bent to pick them up revealing a very wet sticky pussy and upper thighs. Like a woman,her guilt just had to know. Alone later she couldn't resist, "Are we finished over what happened?" 'Of course not,think of it as more of a beginning' "BEGINNING!!!?" 'SSSH! Of course' She was now even more bothered,but she needn't have been. She had a very understanding husband. That's another secret though!

 Bye.

Keri was now my beautiful little naked sex slave. Every chance we got, she would end up being tied in a way to make her helpless and vulnerable to my sexual advances. She seemed to live for those moments when she was helpless to me. I would allow her privacy when she had to use the bathroom, but I ordered the doors open when she bathed or was fixing her hair or makeup. Further, I made sure she was always naked in the bathroom so I could see her. It was exciting.

If our parents were gone, we would shower together. That would almost always result in hot love making in one of our beds. I would not allow Keri to be dressed when we were alone. It seemed that we were completely absorbed with her sexual slavery. We didn’t even pretend to play the “captive” games. We were doing it for real. Keri would be tied, whipped, tormented, and sexually abused as a matter of course. We looked for any excuse to “play” with each other. Our parents never figured out what was happening, they just enjoyed the fact that their two children got along so well. I had to be very careful not to leave any obvious marks on Keri body that might betray our new relationship.

One afternoon, about a month after I had made Keri my sex slave, a couple of months after her fourteenth birthday, Keri asked me a question. We had just finished a little session. I had made her strip, after which I tied her hands behind her back. It seemed that her elbows were the next logical thing to bind as it forced her breasts out from her chest, exhibiting them very prominently. She has magnificent breasts that begged to be displayed and touched. I had made her put on a pair of my mothers high heel shoes, and required her to pose in front of me, in various revealing positions. The high heel shoes made her nice legs more shapely, and forced her ass to stick out more. I loved this addition to her nakedness, and she seemed proud of the change.

After showing herself off to me, I lay down on my bed and made her to straddle me, impaling her pussy on my rampant cock. I made her ride my cock to a climax as I slapped her breasts. She had a shuddering climax. After she came back from the ozone, I ordered her to suck me to a climax.

I released her wrists and arms and had her lay beside me on my bed. I had my arm under and around her as she put her head on my shoulder. Her delicate little hand was stroking my semi-hard cock. We were basking in the after glow of a wonderful bondage and sex session.

Keri moved her head up so she could kiss me on the cheek. I kissed her back and gave her breast a squeeze.

“Jack, I love what we are doing. Can we do it forever?”

Smiling, I replied, “I sure hope so. I love us, and I love what we are doing.”

Keri was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What are you telling Jerry and Damon. They used to play “capture” games with us all the time. Since you made me your sex slave, we have not seen them.”

I thought for a moment, “Well, I guess I have been too busy with you, and just us. They have been asking when we are going to get together again, and when will we play our “capture” games. I have been stalling them.”

Keri asked, “Why? They have got to be wondering what is wrong.”

Now, I was not sure how to answer her. But, I tried, “Well, now we are playing “capture” for real. When you are tied, you are stripped, tortured for real, and raped, and sexually abused. I love it. I don’t want to change that. It would be very difficult for me to play our “capture” games and not do it for real.”

She was quiet, and I continued, “I had thought, that if we are really going to keep doing this for real, and not just playing around like we used to do, that I could allow them to join in and make it real for them, too.”

Keri remained quiet, and waited for me to continue. I was not sure what I wanted to say, but made an attempt to make sense of my thoughts.

“If you are really my sex slave, then you would have to agree. Of course, if you did not want to be my sex slave, then we would quit playing our games for “real”, and go back to what we did when we were little kids.”

Keri squeezed my now erect cock and answered, “Jack, please, I don’t want to quit being your sex slave. I really love you and what we are doing. I don’t want to give it up.”

“Well, what should I do”, I asked?

Keri paused, “Oh, Jack, I don’t know what to say. I just don’t have an answer.”

She remained quiet for a moment, “I don’t know, Jack. I love you. I will do what you want me to do.”

I am sure my cock leaped in her tight grip. My heart skipped a beat. I could not believe Keri was telling me to do what ever I wanted to do to her. I hugged and kissed her. Rolling her on her back, I climbed above her and slipped my rigid cock into her sweet pussy. In a matter of a minute or two we both we coming with each other.

Damon was the only one of my two best friends in town. Jerry and his parents were in Seattle. Jerry’s father worked for a company that was transferring him to that city. Now they were there looking for a new house to buy. I decided not to include Jerry in our expanded “capture” games with Keri. I invited Damon to come over the next morning for play the game. He readily accepted.

After our parents went to work, I instructed Keri to get “dressed”. She had a bikini ensemble that was perfect. The top was very revealing, just covering part of her breasts. The bottom was just a little more than a thong. There was a pleated matching mini skirt that matched the bikini. It could be worn away from the pool area, hiding the wearers nearly exposed buttocks. I had her wear this outfit, along with a pair of my mothers black patent leather high heels. She was absolutely stunning. My cock was ready to leap from my trousers.

After Keri completed her makeup, I bound her wrists behind her, and again with the elbow ropes. I loved this tie as it made her breasts even more magnificent. I kissed her, and placed a gag of wadded handkerchief in her mouth, tightly securing it with another handkerchief which was tied around her face and head. Keri looked incredible.

Before Damon arrived, I had Keri parade and pose for me. I was wondering how Damon would react to the advancement of our “capture” games. Keri seemed nervous, yet there was an excitement in her eyes that told me she was ready to obey me.

Damon arrived about fifteen minutes later. I placed Keri in the closet in the hallway next to the family room. Damon arrived, and I explained the new rules of the game.

“Here’s the deal. First, if you repeat anything about what we are going to do this morning, you will never be allowed to play our games with me and Keri again. Do you swear to never say anything about this to anyone, ever?”

Damon looked at me, questioningly. “Yeah, man, I promise. This sounds mysterious.”

“Well”, I replied. “It is serious. In the past when we play “capture” or “kidnap” games, we played for pretend. If we had kidnapped Keri for real, then we would have done anything we wanted to her. We held back because it was only a game.”

Damon looked even more confused. “What does that mean, “for real”.

I tried to make him understand. “Hey, man, you’ve read books about what happens to a girl or woman when she is kidnapped or captured. The gangsters and bad guys do what they want with the woman. Those guys were not pretending. That was for real.”

“Does that mean we are going to kidnap Keri, for real, and really do things to her”, he asked?

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I decided to quit playing games, and do it for real. Keri has submitted.”

Damon’s eyes were wide with wonderment. “Wow! Man, that’s heavy.”

“O.K., remember, she is my sister, and I am in control. I will decide how much and what we do. O.K.?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say”, he said. His mouth seemed dry from anticipation, and already I could detect a bulge in his trousers.

“O.K., have a seat on the couch, and we will get started. I have already kidnapped Keri, and tied her up. I will get her, and we will get started.”

Damon sat down and watched me walk to the hall closet, and open the door. He was even more amazed when I brought a helplessly bound and fantastically costumed Keri from the closet. I led her into the family room as Damon watched with amazement and lust written all over his face.

I slapped Keri’s tight ass and ordered her to pose and parade around for Damon. She was amazing, and Damon was awestruck. He could not take his eyes off her.

“Damon”, I said, “Our captive is a wealthy woman, and I have kidnapped her for ransom. No one has paid the ransom, so I have decided that we will torture her until the ransom is paid.”

I untied the strings holding the bikini top on Keri, and the top fell to the floor. Damon was speechless. I reached around Keri and grasped her breasts, squeezing and pinching them.

“Prisoner, since no one has paid your ransom, you will pay the price”, I said. Keri just moaned behind her gag.

I reached down and removed the mini skirt. Turning Keri around and making her face me, I hugged her to me, pressing her breasts against my chest. I gave her sweet ass several swats, and then removed her bikini bottom, leaving her standing there bound, gagged, and wearing only a pair of high heel shoes. My handprints were obvious on her ass. Damon was dumbstruck.

“Prisoner, go to my friend and let him examine you.”

I grasped Keri’s bound wrists and pushed her to where Damon was sitting. Her breasts jiggled as she walked to where Damon was.

“Prisoner, lean over, and offer your tits to my friend”, I ordered.

Keri bent over and offered her breasts. Damon was quick to take them into his hands, kneading them and teasing her nipples. After a few moments of this, I ordered her to turn about and offer her ass for inspection. This she did with aplomb. Damon was quick to seize this opportunity to feel and stroke a magnificent ass. He even gave her a few substantial slaps on her bottom. He ran his hands over her thighs and ass. Finally, I ordered her to face Damon, and spread her legs, exposing her pussy. Damon grasped her Venus Mons. He toyed with her nether lips and inserted his finger into her heated passage. Keri started to moan and move her hips slightly. I stepped up behind her and pulled her back into my chest, to support her. I cupped her breasts and played with them as Damon was busy rummaging through her pussy. Keri was absorbed in what was happening to her. Her bound hands found my rigid cock and was stroking it as well as she could, considering her stringent bondage.

After Damon had thoroughly inspected my beautiful sister, I led her and Damon to my parent’s bedroom. They had a wonderful old four poster bed. I placed Keri on her knees, with her back against one of the bedposts. Using several strands of rope, I tied her to the post. She could not squirm, or wriggle loose. Next I blindfolded her. She knelt there, naked and bound to the bedpost while Damon and I undressed. I picked up the small leather whip I made to use on Keri’s breasts. Now was an opportune time.

“Prisoner”, I said with authority, “No one has ransomed you, so you will now pay the price.”

I removed the gag from her pretty mouth, and allowed her to breath fresh air through her mouth. She did so with relish.

“Prisoner, there is a dick in front of you face. You are to kiss it, and tell me if it is mine, or Damon’s. If you are wrong, you will receive five strokes of the whip across each tit, for a total of ten lashes.”

I stepped up and put my cock to her lips. Keri kissed it, and tickled the tip with her pretty pink tongue. I then had Damon step up and do the same. Keri treated his cock in the same manner. Damon closed his eyes. He was caught up in the moment. At least he did not moan, giving Keri a clue whose cock she was kissing.

“Now, prisoner, whose cock was first and whose cock was second? Was it the same cock, or were they different cocks?”

Keri paused for a moment or two, the almost whispering, replied. “Sir, the first one was Damon’s. In fact I think both kisses were on Damon’s cock.”

“Cunt, you are wrong on both counts. The first was my cock. For that mistake, since it was two questions, you will receive ten strokes on each tit.” Keri bit her lip and trembled slightly.

I picked up the whip, and brought it down sharply on her right breast, followed by a similar lash on her left breast. Keri tried to struggle, but she was too well tied. After five lashes on each breast, she was beginning to moan and attempt to avoid the lash.

The next ten lashes were delivered by Damon. He loved this torturing her for “real”. His cock was rampant. He was in a fantasy world that was beyond his wildest imaginations.

“Prisoner”, I said. “Now you will take each cock into your mouth. Again, tell me whose cock you are sucking. Fail, and you will pay the penalty.”

I had Damon put his cock in Keri’s mouth. I allowed her to suck it for about 20 seconds. Then quietly I stepped up and put my cock in her mouth. She sucked it vigorously for about 20 seconds. When asked, she said she thought the first was mine, and second cock was Damon’s. Wrong again!

Again her breasts suffered another ten lashes each. By the end of the last lash, she was gently sobbing. I let her regain her composure, and pressed on.

“Prisoner, you have failed miserably. In order to help you out, you will have a cock placed in your mouth. You will suck it and make that cock cum in your mouth. Based on that, you will tell me whose cock you have just sucked.”

“Yessir”, was Keri’s whispered reply.

I had Damon put his cock in her mouth. I was sure he had never been sucked off, and today was the day he lost that virginity! Damon was in heaven. Keri was working on his cock, while Damon was practically fucking her face. In just a matter of a minute he was cumming. He climax was so great that Keri could not swallow all of his issue. A small amount trickled from the corner of her mouth. A couple of drips of glistening cum dropped on her delightful breast.

“Now, prisoner, who cock as that?”

“Sir, I think it was Damon’s cock.”

“Well, very good, prisoner. Just for that, I will reward you with a good fucking. Would you like that”, I asked.

“Yessir, I would like that. Thank you”, Keri replied.

I untied her from the bedpost, an escorted her to my bedroom. I put her in the middle of my bed, with her arms still bound and pinned under her. Leaving the blindfold in place, I got on the bed and entered her sweet pussy. She was hot. He pussy was a scalding caldron of female juices. She was a delight to fuck. Damon stood on the side and voiced encouragements.

“Hey, man, fuck that beautiful sister. Man, she’s hot.”

I noticed that his cock was rigid and ready to go again. After I finished fucking Keri, I let Damon get on her, and fuck her with his rampant cock. Keri was humping Damon as he ravished her. She kept experiencing one climax after another. Finally, Damon had a massive cum, and collapsed on Keri. It took both of them a while to come back from the ozone.

After we had rested, we returned to the family room and sat on the couch. Keri was ordered to get on her knees, and use her newly released hands to stroke each of her tormentors to another erection, suck each cock, the use her hand to jack each cock to a climax. This she did. She seemed to love what we did to her, and loved playing with each cock.

It was time for Damon to go. He kept hugging and kissing Keri. It seemed that he could not get enough of her. He promised to return soon and play more “games”.

After Damon left, I had Keri sit next to me on the couch. As usual, I had my arm around her, stroking her breasts, while she was stroking my relaxed cock. We talked about what had just happened. She told me she had enjoyed the afternoon, even though she was very apprehensive at first.

“Sis, do you still want to be my sex slave and naked prisoner”, I asked?

“Jack, my big brother, I really love you. I love what you do to me, and let me do to you. I want to be your sex slave, and your prisoner. I don’t want that to ever stop. I will do what you want me to do.”

I hugged Keri, and kissed her for the longest time. Yes, I was in love with my sister. No other woman could ever make me feel like this. I was not sure what the future held for us, but I wanted Keri in my future, as my lover and “prisoner”.

Continued…

I felt Daddy’s hand at the bottom of my skirt, sliding up to cup my behind under my skirt. I giggled and looked up at him, I told him he was a silly Daddy and that dinner was going to burn if we had play time now. He slapped my ass and smiled at me, told me he was going to shower and that I should get the table ready for dinner. "Take off those damn panties too." he added with a smirk.

Being the good little girl that I am I slipped out of them immediately and went to the kitchen to set the table. Lots of times Daddy liked me to eat naked so he could look at me and touch me whenever he wanted, but since my milk came in he doesn’t do that no more either.

One time we were sitting at the table eating and he told me to close my eyes for a surprise. Boy was I surprised when I felt one of the carrots I peeled being pushed inside of my kitty! I squirmed a little bit but he told me to sit still in his Daddy voice and I did like he said the best I could. Afterwards he set it on my plate and made me eat it. It tasted funny at first but after awhile I started to like it. Sometimes when Daddy is at work and I miss him lots I stick a carrot in my cunny then eat it and think of him. He’s such a good Daddy, he knows just what his little girl needs, even when I don’t!

He walked into the kitchen and I was sitting at the table like a good little girl waiting happily for my Daddy. He looked down at me with one of his sneaky Daddy smiles and he told me that he changed his mind, that he wanted me to eat naked cause he missed looking at me while he was eating. I gladly stripped quickly as not to keep my Daddy waiting. I folded my dress shirt on an empty chair and stepped out of my pleated shirt exposing my bald pussy. Daddy says he likes it best when it’s clean like that cause it reminds him that I’m still his little girl. Last was my bra cause sometimes it hurt my back to take it off. My boobies hung heavy, filled with milky goodness for the baby we were having. I felt my growing tummy and remembered how scared I was when Daddy would leave his goodies inside of me. I was such a silly little girl, how could I be scared of something that felt so good?

I sat down to the right of him and waited for Daddy to start eating before I did. He kept looking at my titties, he was amazed at how big they got. While I was eating my dinner Daddy reached over and cupped my tit in his hand, he bounced it a few times and I giggled at the way it felt. He brushed his thumb over my nipple then released my boobie to pinch my nipple. To both our amazement there was a whitish fluid that came out. I didn’t know my milk would come out so easily!

I looked up at him startled and immediately apologized using my best little girl voice. He took my hand in his and told me not to worry and that I should come sit on his lap. I sat on his lap like a good little girl and he rubbed my belly, feeling our baby kick inside of me. He whispered that he loved me and that he loved our baby growing inside of me. Then he did something that really surprised me, he licked the milk off of my boob!

I couldn’t believe it! Daddy’s tongue felt so nice on my nipple and I moaned very softly, so quiet I wasn’t sure Daddy even heard me. I moved backwards a little bit, whispering to Daddy, "That felt nice." but he didn’t have to say if he liked it or not. I could feel how much he liked it cause his man thing, his cock like Daddy made me say, was growing in his pants. I looked up at him with my big blue eyes, silently asking him what he wanted me to do. He knew his little girl would do anything to make her Daddy happy. Quickly Daddy pulled his shirt off while I knelt between his legs and pulled his pants and his boxers off. Daddy’s cock was already hard and sticking up at me. I leaned forward and pressed my face between his cock and his balls, loving how it left against my skin. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, "Not like that." He made me sit up straight and aimed his huge cock right between my boobs!

He told me to lean forward and let him "tittie fuck" me, boy did that feel weird! His hands were on either side, pressing my boobs together as his cock slid between my giant utters. Then Daddy told me to hold them and while I held them together he pinched my boobied and made my milk come out. It hurt a little but it made my cunny so wet, I love when my Daddy hurts me. He kept squeezing them until the milk ran down between his prick and my boobs and Daddy used it as a lube as he thrust against me.

Daddy started groaning like he goes when he’s good release his man milk, usually in one of my hole or across my face. He stopped moving and looked down at me as I eagerly awaited his directions, "Come here and bounce on Daddy’s cock sweetheart."

As soon as Daddy told me what to do I was doing it! I moved into his lep and put my legs over him, my hairless pussy aready wet from what Daddy was doing to me. He slid inside of my love hole perfectly, Daddy always said I was made for his cock. I grabbed on to the chair behind his head and started to push and pull myself up and down on his thick piece of meat. I couldn’t help but yell out, "Oh Daddy, you feel so good inside my cunny, your cock is so big it feels like it’s hitting our baby!"

Daddy liked when I talked real dirty. His hands rubbed at my belly as he kissed my neck, he liked to talk dirty too, "That’s right baby, fuck Daddy hard, Daddy loves to blow his sweet load inside his pregnant daughter." Then Daddy reached for my titty and looked it over, "You wanna feed Daddy some of your milk baby? I bet it tastes sweet like your pussy juice do."

One trembling hand reached down and I grabbed my own boob and lifted it my Daddy’s mouth. He’s lips closed around it and he started to suckle on it. The sensation only make my cunny burn hotter and I started really slamming down on his huge cock. After a few minutes I grabbed his hair and motioned for him to suck on the other one because it felt so much heavier. He sucked both of my titties dry and it felt so awesome. All he had to do was reach down and touch my slit and I came hard all over his man piece.

I kept riding him until Daddy started to growl like a big bear and I knew that he was going to give me something back for taking all of my milk. Daddy started coming inside of me and I thought he was never going to stop! His come started to leak out of me but he told me not to move, he liked to stay in me until he was soft. So I collapsed into his chest, both of my utters drained of their milk and Daddy’s man milk rolling down my thighs.

Now I’m almost grown up! Our daughter is two and we have a six month old baby boy, both were bottle fed (for the most part) and I’m still producing milk. Guess my Daddy likes it!

 

They were over on their couch teasing each other, making fun, laughing, joking, and tickling each other. It was actually kinda sickening to watch. They were like teenagers. They were like that a lot. It sometimes made me wonder about him and me. He was clearly very happy with his marriage to mom. I don’t always understand where I fit in regarding our ‘sexual’ relationship.

 

When the movie ended mom got up. “Okay. I need to straighten up this mess before we go to bed. I made some pudding. It’s in the fridge. Why don’t you get some and go away so I can clean.”

 

“Are you saying we get in your way?”

 

“Yep. Bye.”

 

Daddy faked a look of heartbreak and slowly walked into the kitchen with his head down. Mom just rolled her eyes and began picking up the loose popcorn on the floor. I followed daddy as he was filling up a cup with chocolate pudding.

 

“What’s your poison?”

 

“I’ll take the vanilla.” I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.

 

“Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It’s nice out.”

 

“Sure honey. I’ll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there.”

 

I headed back through the family room. Mom was turning off the DVD player and I opened the door leading outside. I leaned against the rail, stirring the creamy goop and looked out across the long back yard. Dad came out a few minutes later, laughing at some insult mom had given him and settled beside me against the rail, chuckling quietly. Must have been funny as hell.   

 

“You love mom, don’t you?”

 

“Undeniably. She’s my life. I don’t think I could exist without your mother.”

 

I simply stared at him. He had such a content look on his face. A happiness, a radiance that was so pure and so strong. I found myself whispering, softly, ever so softly. I was almost afraid that my words could freeze the very air around us, turning it to hard glass that would shatter, causing our world to fall apart, cutting us to pieces in the process. I have a flair for drama sometimes, but I had to know.

 

“Then, why me?” I asked, ever so softly.

 

He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…

 

Then as if someone flipped a switch he resumed swirling his pudding, looking into it deeply as if the answer was somehow hidden inside of it. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he would answer. I knew he was thinking. He probably never bothered to ask himself why, preferring not to dwell on it, to bring forth guilt.

 

After several minutes and several spoonfuls of pudding he spoke. “I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t planned, at least not at first. It was completely unexpected. It was…the wonder…the magic of you…” He looked at me then and I saw in his eyes the awe, the love, the joy, the…pain.

 

“I never had seen a little girl. I never knew the wonder, the beauty of seeing a little girl slowly blossom and become the exquisiteness of a woman. I watched you grow and develop into what you were meant to be — a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman made for one primary purpose.”

 

I slowly began to understand. Kind of. As he has told it, my father didn’t have a typical childhood. He was raised primarily by men. His mother died giving birth to his sister. Jessie was going to be his first female sibling, but she died too. Grandma and grandpa had seven boys in all, including my father. My father was the youngest of the children. They all lived in the same house, on a farm, believe it or not. All he knew was men. His brothers and father shaped his world. Eventually some of his brothers married and moved away and started their own families, but once they moved he rarely saw them or his cousins, female and male alike. He did see girls, and interacted with them, but not very much.

 

He saw them at school, but at school you studied. The only time you socialized was at recess. He didn’t really understand girls. They were strange to him and being raised by men, my father was actually a very rough type of individual. You know the type — the jock and the sexist. One thing about my father though, he was very smart. Very smart. He liked to learn and any and every bit of knowledge he gained he kept. As a result he received a full academic scholarship to NYU in New York, far away from his little hometown in Kansas. He went there and studied medicine.

 

It was that move that changed daddy. Up until college, and really most of it, women had no place in his world, other than for one purpose—sex. And when it came to sex he’ll be the first to admit he loved women then. Sexually wise, a woman was and is flawless. But, during that time that was the only value he credited them for. That is until he continued his medical education. There were women beside him — few, but there — who were also pursuing careers in medicine, all at various levels and all that required a fair amount of intelligence.

He began to see women in a whole new light, particularly after meeting one in particular whom he considered to be the most brilliant neurologist in existence — Mrs. Pamela Goldstein. Being the smart man that he was, he began to realize he was a sexist and his viewpoints of women were wrong, so he changed. Well, somewhat. There still are some things that come out of his mouth that makes even my mother want to smack him, but for the most part he’s a decent guy.

 

So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop’ for the first time intrigued him?

 

He laughed. “Yes. Intrigue is one word for it and surprisingly I found myself,” he sighed, “aroused by it. I never saw or experienced anything like it. Oh, I know how it happens. I’ve treated women of all ages at hospitals but I never saw it up close and personal on a day to day basis with a girl — woman — that I already loved. So I found myself sexually excited.”

 

I put my empty cup on a table and turned to look back into the house. I could see my mother in the living room, cleaning up the mess daddy and I always seem to leave behind despite our best efforts.

 

“You knew it was wrong.”

 

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at him I saw him move. He leaned lower on the rail, resting his weight on his elbows.

 

“Yes.” He said it as if it were a matter of fact. No denial. Simply fact. I wonder if he even felt guilty, if he ever did or had he simply learned to accept his actions.

 

“And that didn’t bother you?”

 

“Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… ”

 

“Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?”  I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.

 

“Oh god. I…shit.” He turned away from the yard and like me faced the house window and then he saw mom. “Oh, god!” He turned back toward the yard. “There’s only you. Only you. I never felt that way toward anyone else. It was only you.”

 

I relaxed. I felt a little better.

 

“Because we have love.”

 

“Yes. And…”

 

“And…?”

 

“And I knew you…wanted…it.”

 

He turned to me then, looking me full in the eyes, almost asking me to deny it, but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I did want it. From the moment I was old enough to understand the looks, I wanted it. I may not have been considered old enough to know what I wanted or completely understand the urges that were coursing through my body but I did want it and I did tease him with the new power I quickly learned to master—my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.

 

“Yes. I did.” There was a flash of something there — relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.

 

“So now that I’m older — now that I’m no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for’ — is it over?”

 

He looked away again, off into the night. The night always seems to offer false hope that the answers we seek are hidden just beyond it. Another thought occurred. “Daddy? Is my baby safe with you?”

 

He laughed, a short, quick bitter laugh. “Yes, baby girl, your daughter will be safe with me, that I promise. The idea of reliving those experiences I had with you doesn’t even appeal to me. To be honest, I don’t think anyone could take your place, like no one could take your mother’s. The feelings I feel for you…”

 

“Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?”

 

He laughed and turned to me. “Sorry. Didn’t realize. My feelings for you, my attraction for you, is purely for you, only you. I do know that, even if the rest of it is crazy.”

 

I smiled. I liked that. “Then why? Why haven’t you touched me in so long? You stopped right after I told you I was pregnant. You just — changed.”

 

He sighed again. He looked down at the slight swell in my tummy and reached out his hands. “You are so beautiful like this. Your mother was beautiful too when she was like this, but with you for some reason it’s different. It’s always been different with you. Again, you are changing, growing, become more of what you were made for — a mother. And the idea is driving me crazy, Brie. You have no fucking idea.”

 

His hands pushed harder against my skin and moved, circling my hips, feeling their curves, down, around my ass, squeezing, molding, and pulling my body closer to his. I quickly looked back into the house. Mother was gone, probably in the kitchen. He saw my look and paused, following my lead, but seeing it all clear, he continued, he moved me to him. Our bodies touched, his hardness, and mine — my tummy, but despite that I was still soft, a soft curvy woman.

 

“Daddy? I’ve missed you.”

 

He growled, that deep, sexy growl at the back of his throat and I felt his hardness rise up as he buried his face in my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Pain. My pussy went straight to pain. That only happens when arousal hit me hard and fast, when my pussy becomes ready for fucking faster than the rest of my body, but it was quickly catching up. My heart began to pound, my nipples harden, my skin began to tingle and waves of desire began coursing through my body uncontrollably.

 

“I want you so bad. More than I ever thought possible. There are times when I look at you now, seeing you like this, watching the curves grow — it’s all I could do from raping you. You are so fucking sexy. My cock is constantly hard. I’m afraid sometimes it’s going to fall off cause he never rests. I need you so much. I need you so much.”

 

He was moving against me, hard, sure, grinding, biting my neck, sucking on my skin, finding my mouth and we kissed. He kept pulling me closer, lifting me so our bodies would fit better, despite the baby. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening myself to him. His dick found my panty-covered puss and he began rubbing, up and down, grinding against her, my pussy, making the moisture flood the fabric. Grinding, grinding, up against my clit. Oh, god, I was so horny. I was losing my damn mind. Our tongues clashed. Devouring, sucking, mating. His whole mouth surrounded mine. He invaded my moist cave with such force and desire I thought I would faint. He grabbed the hair on my head and slowly began to pull.

 

“Ah.”

 

I reached one hand back, wrapping around his as he bent me backwards against the rail and forcibly pushed against my clit. Waves of pleasure surrounded me so intensely I was crying. He reached up and carefully unbuttoned my top, revealing my body to him.

 

“They are growing again. You know that, don’t you? I’ve seen them. They are becoming fuller and they will continue to do so and they’ll become harder, and juicier, and filled with milk and when they do. I’ll be ready. I’ll be there.”

 

“Oh Daddy, you can’t. The baby. I have to feed the baby.”

 

“And you will. She’ll get some, but I’ll have the rest. She’ll have formula too; I’ll buy the best. Don’t worry. Your baby will be taken care of, but this…”

 

He pushed my bra aside. My nipples tightened in the cool air. He growled some more. He grabbed on, hard. I whimpered. It hurt. It hurt but…

 

“Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple.”

 

He cupped my breast in his hand, giving it a cone shape as he twisted my nipple. Playing it like a violin, making me produce pussy cream on demand, like a cow producing milk.

 

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy.” I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn’t because of mom. I couldn’t see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn’t know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no use. There was so much moisture that there was no friction, not the kind I needed and my panties just slid and he just slid, completely unstable. I needed it there at my clit.  And then the nail was gone and my nipple was pounding. It was on fire, that one nipple. My back was beginning to ache. My head hurt from the pressure of his hand. He wouldn’t let up. I gave up trying to do whatever it was I was trying to do and slid my hand down to rest on the arms holding me close. His scent surrounded me as he leaned closer. Hmmmmm. I loved his cologne.

 

I jumped. Moisture. Warm, soft, slimy heat swirled around my nipple. Covering it, sucking it. Daddy. ‘Suck me, Daddy. Suck me. Suck me, Daddy…suck, suck, suck.’ He released my hair and his right hand found my left breast, circling, engulfing it. It felt so good, that warmth. He squeezed slowly, sensually, loving my mounds with smooth solid pressure. I loved the soft sucking sounds. It drove me crazy. Reaching down, I fought against the pressure of our bodies and found my panties. I pulled them down, despite the pressure of his weight against mine. I lowered my leg and let the panties fall naturally to the ground. 

 

He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the rail, never releasing my nipple as he lashed it with his moist tongue, licking my skin, my curves, squeezing it periodically, licking against the bulges he created.

 

“Hmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.

 

“Daddy. Please.” I was out of my ever-loving, cotton-picking mind. He released my nipple with a pop. I shuddered. It was cold — cold without his heat. I couldn’t take it. I was so close.

 

“Daddy, please,” I begged, but he just stood there, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe, squeezing my breasts over and over, like they were dough. He just loved the feel of their fullness in his hand.

 

“Daddddddddddyyyy,” I said in a gutteral plea. I even scared myself. I began to rock, nearly falling back until he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck again for support. He leaned down and took my right breast in his mouth and reclaimed the wet one for his palm. His free hand lowered itself to the heat between my legs.

 

“Yesssssssssss,” I hissed.

 

He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.

 

“Uhhhhhh,” I grunted, that deep-gutted grunt that made me sound like some huge animal. My world exploded and I was left jerking uncontrollably in his arms.

 

“Uh uh uh uh uh.”

 

My body was no longer mine. I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I was barely aware of them. I fell against his hard frame, trying to breathe, still making those strange sounds.

 

I felt him move against me. Somewhere along the line he stop sucking on my tit, perhaps when I fell. He was slightly jerking himself, toward me, I felt myself slightly bouncing to his rhythm. Something was hitting me in my stomach repetitively, against the baby. Not hard, but it did make me look down. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and looked between us, still breathing kinda hard.

 

His dick. He had his dick in his hand and he was jerking off between us. His hands were stroking his cock much like in the bedroom and then I heard him bellow a hard breath, like all the air exploded from his lungs and he growled again and then...

 

Splat!

 

I was hit with a wave of cum shooting out of his dick in high spurts, some landing on my tits, most finding my stomach and still he stroked, less intense, but still strong. I heard him groan as if he was in slight pain. Now he was leaning on me just as much as I was leaning on him and still he pumped, even though there were only a few drops finding their way to my thigh. Then he released his cock and his dick fell on my leg, hot, moist and red.

 

He reached behind me and gripped the rail to support himself. If he leaned on me anymore we both would fall over. I looked back up over his shoulder and into the house. I moved closer to him, pressing more of my body against his, forming a sort of loose hug. It was quiet now. I could hear his heartbeat. I turned my head and rested it against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. I was at total peace. Not a single thought had entered my head. I just absorbed his warmth.

 

After a few more minutes in each other’s arms he began to pull away. I let him. I sat up on my own and looked at him. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. I watched him readjust and tuck himself away. I sighed and began following his lead, pushing my sore breasts back into their home and buttoning my shirt.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Yes, baby?”

 

“Will you be my Lamaze coach?”

 

He smiled. He reached for my face and slowly kissed my lips. “I’d be honored.” He helped me off the rail and picked up my panty. I tucked half of it in the waist of my skirt, under my shirt. I didn’t feel like putting it back on.

 

“You’re wet.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. My blouse was sticking to me because of the cum and there was a small amount of cum trailing down my thigh that hadn’t dried. I reached for my thigh and began rubbing the white stuff into my skin like lotion (fastest way to get rid of it).  Then catching a particularly thick glob I paused and looked up at him. Our eyes met.

 

I looked back down and lifted my skirt. We watched as I leaned back on the rail and lifted my leg again for a better view. For the first time ever I rubbed his cum into my pussy. We watched as my pussy sucked it up, swallowing it deep. I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

 

I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn’t touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn’t be smart. Not now. Not again.

 

“I don’t think I can anyway.”

 

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

 

“I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I’ll say you made me laugh and I spilled my pudding. Good thing I chose vanilla.”

 

“Good thing.”

 

And just like all the nights that have come before…

 

“Night, Daddy.”

 

“Night, baby girl.”

 

I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.

 

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