Molesting Daddy
(M+/ff, ped, inc, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

As Gail Upton prepared to sneak out in the dark night and watch her daddy screw a young girl she was doing it more by budding female instinct than any sure knowledge. Strange new feelings about her father were growing in her small bosom, and she tingled now at the thought of what she was about to see. Gail held her breath and listened for the soft, even sound of her sister's breathing. The bedroom was dark and quiet. She figured it must be close to midnight by now. It had been hard to stay awake so late, but the excitement of what she might see had keyed her up so she didn't even feel tired. Now she slipped back the sheet and crawled out of her twin bed.

She stood a moment listening for any sign from Ashley. There was none, and Gail tiptoed across the soft carpet to the door. Her heart was pounding and she shivered a little even though the night was warm. It was August, and the summer had hit with a fierce, gripping heat wave that seemed reluctant to loosen. Gail loved it for several reasons. Summer vacation was her favorite time of year, since it meant no school. Summer vacation also meant the lake cabin instead of the house in the city. And now, there was the special thrill of finding out some of the things she wanted to know! She had been down at the lake swimming, lazing in the water, floating on her back in an inner tube. She let the currents and waves carry her wherever they would, and she lay with her eyes closed to the sun. She hadn't realized that she had been drawn back to the dock and the pontoon boat tied to it until she heard the murmur of voices. She opened her eyes and pulled herself under the end of the dock, thinking she would sneak up on the talkers and splash them from her hidden stronghold. At ten, Gail enjoyed the childish games and trickery. She paddled softly so as not to alarm those on the other end of the dock. She recognized her father's voice first.

"God, you've got to know that I've been looking at you and wanting you since that first day you walked out here on the beach in that goddamned bikini! Christ, Melanie, the sight of those tits drives me crazy! I want to feel them."

Gail saw the shadow of movement as the man put his hand on the girl.

"Mister Upton, don't! Someone might see us!" It was Melanie Dwyer, the sixteen-year old girl who lived in a cabin a short distance along the shore. Her brother did some work around the yard and cabin for the Uptons and she often wandered down to watch him or to talk to the girls, Gail and her nine-year old sister Ashley. Sometimes, Martin Upton took Melanie or her brother Sean water-skiing behind the big boat. When Gail rode along to spot for them, she noticed the way her father watched the older girl, it was hard for him to take his eyes off her.

So now, she was very quiet under the dock while she listened to them talk.

"Christ Almighty, how can I stop! You've been flaunting that gorgeous body of yours at me all summer, and now you say 'no, no, mustn't touch!' Do you think I'm made of iron?" The shadows moved again and his voice was lower. "Look, I've got a hardon just thinking about you and being this close!"

Melanie made a funny sound that was part moan and part giggle. "Don't." she whispered hoarsely.

"Then say you'll meet me tonight!"

"I..."

"Say you will!" Her father sounded almost angry.

"Yes, all right."

"God! Where, what time...?" Her father's breath was rasping loudly and the boards of the dock creaked as the two moved quickly. Gail thought she could make out her father's hand on the girl's fanny, but the waves bobbed her inner tube, and the shadows cut off her view. She held her breath and listened.

"Ahhhh, the screened patio next-door. The house is closed, the Murphys won't be back up until Labor Day weekend."

"All right. Eleven o'clock?" Her father's voice was tight and rough as though he were having trouble breathing.

"No, I can't make it that early."

"Yes, you can! Make some excuse; get away."

The boards creaked. "I can't, maybe between eleven thirty and twelve, not before. My father stays up and he wouldn't let me out of the house."

"Sneak out, for god's sake!"

She giggled. "I'll be there before midnight; that's all I can promise. He listens to the news at eleven o'clock; I can't get past him then. Maybe right afterwards."

"God, Melanie, I'm so fucking hard for you I could roll you over right now on this friggin' dock!"

"Mister Upton." Melanie's shadow moved closer to his, and Gail saw the two figures come together and pull apart quickly.

"Don't, tonight, I promise."

The girl moved quickly then, pulling away from the man and standing up on the end of the dock and diving into the water. From her hiding place under the dock, Gail saw the girl's slim form slice into the calm lake and leave a wide circle of ripples. Melanie swam underwater until she was halfway to the next dock, the one that jutted out from the shore of the Murphy cabin.

Martin Upton sat for a few seconds, then got to his feet and went toward the shore. From under the dock, Gail saw him pull his beach coat around him, but before he got it closed, she had a quick glimpse of the hard bulge at his crotch under the tight blue swim trunks. Gail felt a hard, tight warmness in her belly. The little she knew about sex came from the so-called sex-education classes she had at school. She knew about a man's penis and a woman's pussy, and how they came together to make babies. Intercourse. That's what it was called. But her father had made it sound far more exciting than any textbook ever had. And what he planned with Melanie Dwyer wasn't for the purpose of making a baby. Gail knew that sex was a thing of pleasure that the books didn't tell about. She'd heard her mother and father in bed at night, heard the sounds of pleasure they both uttered as they had intercourse. She'd also heard words like 'fuck' and 'screw' and 'cunt.' And 'hardon.' Her father had one for Melanie. When her father vanished in the house, Gail paddled out from her hiding place. She thought a lot about what she'd heard, thought about it the rest of the day. And by the time she'd gone to bed that night, she knew that she wasn't going to stay there. She was going to sneak out of the cabin and make her way to the Murphys' place. She was going to watch and listen as her father and Melanie met.

Now she was on her way. She didn't bother with a robe since it was still and warm. The air had cooled just enough to make sleep possible and the humidity had dropped so it was pleasant. In the thin short nightie, Gail was warm enough. She eased out of the bedroom and carefully shut the door behind her.

Her parents' bedroom was dark, and Gail knew that her mother hadn't yet returned from the trip to town she'd made with several friends for some kind of meeting. Her mother was always off to something, here at the lake or home in the city. Rebecca Upton rarely sat around doing nothing.

Outside, the moonlight was bright, and Gail stayed close to the house as she crossed toward the dark stand of trees that formed a thick wall between the Upton cabin and the Murphy one. She was afraid that her pale figure would be spotted easily if anyone looked this way, like her father or Melanie. In the light gown, she was like a ghost hovering along the edge of the shadows. But maybe Melanie and Dad would be too busy to look up, She hoped so: she was counting on it.

Her belly had that hard feeling again, something inside her stirred at the thought of the education that was about to be given her. She licked her lips and ran lightly across the patch of open yard to the trees. She was panting for breath, and she moved slowly now, touching tree trunks to guide her to the next yard. The screened summerhouse of the rendezvous was backed almost to the wall of trees on this side, and she would be able to hide out of sight while she listened and watched. The moonlight would bathe the small enclosure from the clearing on the opposite side, making the patio a stage for her viewing. Dry leaves and pine needles cracked under her bare feet, and Gail felt a moment of panic for fear the couple in the patio would hear her. Her heart was pounding so loud it seemed impossible that it couldn't be a drumbeat in the night. But she could see the whitish screens now, She paused and listened. There were no voices, no noises at all. Gail caught her lip between her teeth and peered at the summerhouse. A tiny point of light glowed in the shadows at the far side. A cigarette.

Her father was alone, sitting on a large lounge chair, smoking. He sat hunched over as though in pain and every few seconds he stared off in the direction of Melanie's house. She hadn't gotten there yet. Gail smiled and settled against a tree to wait.

Her father stubbed out the cigarette and got to his feet. Just then the soft sound of someone running on the grass could be heard. Gail saw the pale flutter of Melanie's robe as the girl darted toward the summerhouse.

Martin Upton had the screen door open and grabbed the girl in his arms. "My god! I thought you weren't coming!"

"Aaaaahhhh..." Her words were cut off as Martin jerked her hard against his body and crushed her mouth in a kiss.

His tongue lashed against her lips, forcing them open. He could feel the girl's unfettered tits under the thin robe, feel the hard pips of the nipples against his chest burning at his flesh through the sports shirt he wore. He pressed his crotch to hers, and his cock began to grow hard on contact.

"Christ." He groaned the word as he let her extricate herself from his embrace.

"I told you I'd be here." Melanie sounded excited.

"Take off the robe." He was already skimming his shirt over his head. He tossed it behind him and unfastened his slacks. He had wanted to wait for her to be naked but didn't dare take the chance. Now he wasn't wasting any time peeling down to his skin.

The girl untied the belt at her waist, and the robe fluttered down her arms. She stood very straight and waited for the man to pull his pants from his legs. When he straightened, he said, "Oh, my god!"

Several yards away, Gail stared. Melanie's naked body gleamed like marble in the moonlight. Gail could see the high, full mounds of her breasts and the dark circles of the patches at the tips. The girl's slim waist and gently flaring hips were a frame for the dark patch of pubic hair at her crotch.

Martin stared at the lovely sight before him. She was as full, lush and ripe as he'd known she would be. The skimpy bikini had hinted at the lovely tits that hung beneath it, and now they were uncovered for his eyes. And his hands. He grabbed for her. "Christ, baby." His hands mauled at the plump D-cup mounds, crushing and mashing the firm, youthful flesh. She had no sag at all, just the hard, jutting prominence of youth. He could feel the heat of her body radiate to his palms. He felt the hard pips of her nipples begin to push at his hands, force themselves out of the rosy dark beds of uneven skin and pop forth like blooming flowers. He dragged her to the lounge chair and almost threw her onto it. He was on top of her at once, his hungry mouth searching for the tit and capturing it like a ripe cherry.

The girl moaned and breathed through her mouth. "Ohhhhh, mmm." His mouth was working at her breast, his tongue lapping her flesh and driving her wild. His hands were all over her, probing, digging. Between her legs, at her cunt. God, he was turning her on fast. His hard, angular body was hot on hers, their skin torrid and sweating. She knew that she wanted him. She wanted him bad. She'd been flirting with him all summer whenever she could get away with it, and now he was here, She moved her legs apart and let his hand dive into the warm haven of moist hair. She was already dribbling cunt juice from her excited belly. His hand found it, and he sucked hard on the tit, as his lust grew. He plunged his hand into her, pushing aside the wet folds of erotic flesh, rubbing hard over her clit and sending shivers through her whole body. Now his fingers were deep in her pussy, digging into the pulpy walls of flesh and driving her crazy. Melanie groped for the man's cock.

He let go of her tit then and brought his face up to hers. His fingers never missed a beat of the hot tempo he had going in her pussy. His voice was ragged. "You're not a virgin."

"No...."

"Who..."

When she didn't answer right away, he hand-fucked her faster and harder as he repeated the question: "Who's had you, baby? How many guys? Kids?" His voice rasped and his breath was a strangled sound deep in his throat.

Melanie realized then that he wasn't asking out of curiosity. It excited him to have her talk about others, She smiled and told him. "Boys, at school."

"No men?" His hand pounded in her cunt.

"Aaaaahhh, no, only you, you're the, first... please."

"Soon, baby, soon, Grab my cock. Yeah, oh, god, yessss, that's the way."

She had him now and she pushed her hand back and forth on the huge, throbbing sex organ. At nine-inches, he was big, bigger than any of the boys she knew, oh, god, she wanted it in her.

"How old were you when you lost your cherry?" His lips were nibbling at her neck, her shoulder, his face pressing into the warm fragrance of her hair.

"Twelve."

"Do you know how to suck cock?" He sounded as if he would explode. His belly was a hard knot of passion now, and her hot little hand was sending him out of his bird. Christ, she was going to be good fucking!

"I...."

"Go ahead; put it in your mouth. You'll like it, baby." He moved with her and got them into the sixty-nine position.

In the darkness of the trees, Gail listened and watched. Somehow she knew exactly what they were talking about, knew exactly what they were doing. Some deep female instinct told her what her previous knowledge did not include. She felt her chest tighten as though a rope were tied around it. She had to lean forward slightly to ease the hard pain in her belly. Something was happening inside her, something strange and exciting. It was almost as if she were being touched on her private parts, excited along with Melanie. She leaned against the tree and slowly sank down along it until she was squatting on the ground. Then she pressed her fist to her mouth to be sure she didn't make any sounds out loud. She turned her complete attention to the couple in the summerhouse.


Melanie wrapped her lips around the huge swollen nine-inch shaft of flesh and began to suck it. It was hot and hard in her mouth, filling it and stabbing into her throat. He moved, forcing the big tool back and forth as though he were fucking her this way. She was shaking, hungry for him and full of hot desire. Her belly was on fire. He pushed her leg up and put his face to her crotch. She almost screamed when the hot spear of his tongue moved across her cunt, searching out her clit and lapping at it violently. No one had ever done that to her before, and she liked it, she liked it very much. It did crazy things to her, things that made her forget everything but the hunger of her body for this man. He was far more talented than any of the kids who had taken Melanie up 'til now. She knew she was going to enjoy this night. His darting tongue stabbed between the hot swollen folds of her labia, parting them and lapping at the juice she was already pouring out for him. It excited him, and he guzzled it greedily. That excited her.

She was enjoying that cock in her mouth thoroughly now. She had regulated her breathing to his movements, and she could concentrate on the lovely smooth head of the tool as it pushed back and forth in her mouth. It was huge, like a giant cap on a stem. The head was slippery and smooth, a glossy lollipop for her tongue. Tiny drops of tart sweet fluid oozed from the small slit at the apex of the head, and the taste of it drove her crazy. She tried to suck out more. The foreskin covering the long stem of the cock was drawn back tightly, and the tight folds around the base of the head moved with each thrust she made. She could feel it slide and come up again each time the cock speared into her mouth. Oh, god, she was hot!

Martin drank up the kid's cunt juice hungrily. She was tight and nice; he could feel the hot lips of her pussy grab at him each time he licked up into her pussy. He could feel those big beautiful knockers bounce against his belly every time she thrust at his prick, and they were hot and heavy. He rubbed his flesh against them, felt with his hands for her ass, pulled her close and held her tight. God, she was sucking up a storm on his cock, and he was wild for her. He wanted to cum right in her fucking mouth, but he knew his orgasm would be that much sweeter for waiting for the young cunt. He gulped for air and pried her thigh from his head, forcing her leg high enough so he could move deeper along her body. He licked his way from the cunt to every inch of flesh around it, flicking the heavy folds of erotic flesh with his tongue nibbling them with his teeth. She was writhing and thrashing under him. He grinned. He wanted her really hot. He wanted her to like it so damned much that she'd come back for more, whenever he wanted her! He started his tongue along the deeper crevice of her ass, heading for her ass to rim it and see how she liked that. He was willing to bet that she'd never had it before. For all her big D-cup tits and popped cherry, she was still a pretty green kid.

It surprised him a little how much he enjoyed the young flesh. He'd known that he'd been taking a chance making a play for a girl so young. Just a kid, but he liked the idea now... even more than the hot body should warrant. Maybe it was the idea of the forbidden fruit of the child, He grinned again and found her ass with his tongue. It surprised her so that she almost let go of his cock. He pushed the hard tool back into her throat and moved his hips so she'd know he wanted her to keep up the good work. Now his tongue was at the tight, tight muscle of her ass. He licked over it, around it, at it. She whimpered but kept sucking him. He could tell that he was turning her on high, and the thought made him lick harder and faster at her ass. He poked his tongue against the tightly drawn muscle and forced it open enough to admit just the tip of his oral organ. She groaned and her body quivered. She'd never had this before...

Melanie felt as if she had fallen into a bubbling cauldron of molten steel. Her whole body ached and boiled for what he was doing to her. She thought she'd go out of her mind when he began to suck her cunt, but now it was even wilder. He was licking her ass and driving her to spasms of wild delight. His fingers found her cunt and began to play in it while his mouth was busy at her back gate. "Oh God!" she moaned on the hard driving cock in her mouth. "Oh God!" Her lips pounded to try to tell him. She was cumming! She couldn't stem the hot tide of orgasm that washed over her. It flooded her, carried her to dizzying heights of ecstasy. She felt the hot spurting juice swamp his hand and run out of her cunt. He felt it, too, and he made a quick move to put his mouth back to the spout of her pussy and drink up the nectar. His face and mouth were covered with her cum-juice, and his tongue lapped furiously to catch as much as it could. Now he was ready, too hot to wait any longer. He shoved her back, forcing her to lie flat on the lounge chair and pulling his cock from her mouth with a loud popping sound. He scrambled on top of her.

"Christ, baby, I'm so fucking hot! Let me in that little love hole, ooooohhhh yeah!"

He was atop her, pushing down at her body with impatient thrusts. His stabbing, swollen shaft of sex found the ready, wet, wide-open target of her pussy. It slammed into her like a piston.

Melanie felt it and when it hit bottom, digging into the thick, wet pulp of her pussy and forcing the tight muscle to spread and let him penetrate the inner opening of her womb, she felt the hot, ready orgasm hit her again.

"Aaahhh! Oooooo, I'm cummmmiinngg!!" She pounded her fists at his naked back, drummed her heels on his ass and tried to force him harder and deeper into her. She was on fire, cumming violently but still knowing she was not through, that he would make her cum again, "Yeeesss!!!"

"Christ, you're tight and hot, how's this baby? , what a fuckhole, mmmm, goooddd." He felt the film of sweat cover his body. The night air seemed ten degrees warmer, but he knew it was the heat radiating from her body and meeting his own. Her cunt was a hot, hugging clamp on his prick. When she came, more hot spurting juice bathed his hard, stabbing tool. It lit new fires for him. He wasn't going to hold off much longer. Not with a wet swamping cunt like this around him. She was damned good fucking, nice tight little-girl fucking, he liked it more and more each second!

Outside the summerhouse, Gail hunched in the shadows and watched and listened. Her young body was shivering, but not from the cold. She had never felt like this before, never known what hot, sweet pain her young organs held. Her mouth was dry, and she kept licking her lips as the girl in the chair a few feet away moaned and cried out in delight. Gail pressed her fists to her belly and tried to stop the hard, hot pain that grew there. Her thighs were moist under the short nightgown, and her hairless pubic mound throbbed with a dull, aching need. She could feel the tiny bud of flesh between the folds of flesh sting and pulse, and she wondered what it would feel like to have a man lick it and touch it. She shivered again and bit her lip to keep the whimpering cry silent.

The couple in the summerhouse probably wouldn't have heard if she screamed aloud. They were caught in the final throes of their passion, fucking hard against each other as Martin's orgasm became imminent.

"Ooooohhh!" The girl's hips rose to meet his thrusting prick.

"Here it comes, kid. Christ, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmiiingg noowww!!!" And he did. The hot, heavy load of semen gushed from his stabbing cock and exploded into her heavenly cunt. It sloshed and bubbled, filling her and mingling with the thick load of her own juices, which had already swamped her hole. It felt like a ten-megaton explosion.

Melanie gasped as the new wave of lust filled her, and was instantly set off to an orgasm by his hot geyser of semen. The man drove the hard shaft into her over and over again, hitting her with new fury and drawing out every drop of fucking cum-juice her young body could produce. Their sex organs meeting made loud, wet sounds in the night and it was difficult for her not to scream aloud her pleasure. Instead, she moaned and groaned it in a rough whisper.

"Mmm, ooowww, yyeeesss, aaaggghhh!!" Her fingers clawed at his smooth, hard shoulders, trying to find a hold in the flesh to keep him close. She was slick with their mingled perspiration, drenched with their mixture of sex secretions. Her whole body tingled hotly. When he finally slowed and came to rest atop her, she was gasping for breath. She clung to him, her arms tight around his damp body as he lay on her. She could feel the hot pressure of his chest and the curled dark hair that covered it on her tits. She could still feel the hard pressure of his cock in her cunt and the heavy pressure of his body against her clit. She wanted the pleasure to last forever.

But he pushed away after a few moments. "Wow, that was the best fuck I've had in a hell of a long time!" he said.

She smiled and reached for his cock as he pulled it from her cunt. It was still firm, but it had lost the rigid need it had been filled with before. She clamped her fist around the slippery wet shaft and stroked it gently. "Really, Mister Upton?"

He fondled a tit and swung his legs over the side of the lounge chair so he could sit up. "Hell, yes! God Almighty, girl, you could please ten men!"

She giggled. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?" Melanie asked softly.

He laughed and touched her hand where she held his prick so lovingly. "For a kid, you know how to please that tool." He groped on the floor for his pants to get a cigarette. He lit it and inhaled deeply. "Melanie?"

"Yes, Mister Upton?"

He dragged on the smoke and looked at her in the glow of the halo of light from the cigarette. "I want to see you again, soon."

She didn't answer right away and he squeezed her tit and poked his finger at the dormant nipple to bring it alive again. She felt the tremor run through her. She wanted to see him again. Lots.

"Okay?" he prompted.

She nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mister Upton, yesss."

In the shadow of the trees, Gail was doubled up with the hot pain in her own belly, which had not been satisfied. She was confused, not sure what to do. She had never felt like this before, and it frightened her a little. She had set out to learn and widen her education about grown-up things. Now she was caught in a tight, hot web that she couldn't free herself from. It hadn't helped to see and hear the lovemaking of her father and the neighbor girl. She had learned a lot, a lot indeed. But now she had a very pressing and real problem. One of the things she learned too well was that her own body was longing for the ritual of love. Dazed, she realized now that what she felt was desire, even lust. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to experience the wonder of a hard cock in her body, feel it throb and push at her female flesh the way Melanie had. Up until now, she had thought of sexual pleasure as something reserved for adults, like her mother and father. Now she realized it could happen much earlier than she had suspected. It had happened to Melanie. It was trying to happen to her, her body was ready; she only needed a man.

She came back to reality with a start. The two figures in the summerhouse were stirring, getting ready to leave.

"...A quick swim to wash off," her father was saying.

"We shouldn't..."

"We can be very quiet. Christ, I can't go back into the cabin dripping with your cunt juice, baby, My wife's not all that dumb!"

Soft laughter. The two figures picked up the clothing they had scattered on the floor in their haste, and let themselves out of the screened enclosure. The two nude figures, arm in arm, ran softly down the slope to the water.

Gail waited until the man and the girl had eased themselves from the end of the dock into the lake. There was hardly a splash to betray their movements, and Gail could no longer see them. She pushed herself to a standing position, holding onto the tree until the tight coiled pain in her belly let up enough for her to stand. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the cool night air and trying to slow down her pounding heart. Then very slowly and carefully, she made her way back through the trees toward the cabin.


Crossing the clearing, Gail noted that her mother's car wasn't parked near the cabin. She was still out. Gail couldn't help wondering what her mother would say if she knew about Daddy and Melanie Dwyer. She wondered how wives felt about their husbands having sex with other women, or girls, in this case. The weight in her guts had let up a little, but it wasn't gone. Gail's damp thighs rubbed together as she crept along in the darkness, and the feeling made her excited. Everything seemed to add to her excitement, and she kept wondering what it would feel like to have a man's sex organ up inside her. She let herself into the cabin and made her way to the bedroom stealthily. She closed the door and began to climb into her bed.

"Where have you been?" Ashley's harsh whisper sliced the silence.

Gail jumped and her heart pounded, racing with fright. "To the bathroom," she lied.

"You were not!" Ashley sat up and peered across the space between the beds. "I went to the bathroom and you weren't there! You've been outside!" The voice was trembling and full of accusation. Ashley leaned over so her face was only a few feet from her sister. "What were you doing out there?"

Gail felt the panic swell in her chest. "Nothing. I just went for a walk." She thought quickly. "It was warm and I wanted to cool off."

"I'm gonna tell Mom..."

"No! Don't!" Her panic was real now, and it told in her voice.

Ashley laughed softly. "Then you'd better tell me where you were and what you were doing." Smug satisfaction tinged her words.

Gail got along well enough with her sister. With only thirteen months separating them in age, they shared a lot of the same interests and were only a grade apart in school. But there was a slight rivalry, with Ashley feeling compelled to do everything her older sister did, beat her whenever she could. Yet the two girls felt a closeness in many ways. They were younger by several years than their two brothers. The boys, Arnie and Jeff, were in high school and had interests far beyond the scope of the two 'kid sisters.' Right now, they were off on a canoe trip along some remote Canadian-border lake. They spent only a few days each summer at the lake cabin that Ashley and Gail still loved for the whole summer.

"Okay," Gail said with a sigh. "Come on over here. I don't want Mom or Dad to hear us talking and come in to check."

Ashley scrambled from her bed and hopped onto her sister's. "They're not home," she whispered. "I looked."

Gail nodded. "I know. Mom hasn't gotten back from town yet. And I know where Dad is."

"Oh? Where?"

Gail grinned in the darkness. "Promise not to tell?"

"Of course, dummy. Now, come on. What's this all about? Does your going out in the middle of the night have anything to do with Dad being out?" Ashley was excited and her words came out a little breathlessly.

"Sort of." In a low hushed voice, Gail told her sister about what she had done, beginning with the overheard conversation that afternoon down at the dock. Ashley listened raptly as Gail described her excursion to the Murphys' summerhouse to watch their father and the young girl from down the road meet in their stolen rendezvous. From time to time Ashley interrupted with a question.

"You mean you really saw them naked?"

"Yes, of course. The moonlight was bright and it was almost like daytime. I could see real good."

"What was he like, Daddy? Tell me, ooohhh, tell me everything!" Ashley bounced up and down on the bed.

"I will if you stop interrupting!" Gail delighted in her special knowledge and was eager to talk about it. "He's big. His penis is real long and it was hard, so hard it kind of stuck out from his body instead of hanging down. She grabbed hold of it."

"Aahhh!"

"That's not all. That was just the beginning." In slow, delicious detail, Gail recounted the events that followed. She told her sister how their father had made the girl suck him while he licked and sucked her. "I couldn't see for sure," Gail said, "but I think he was kissing her ass, too. Maybe even licking it."

"You're kidding!"

"No. He pushed way up between her legs and she made all kinds of funny noises. She was really excited, so he must have been doing something. His hands were all over her, in her thing and all!"

"Then what?" Ashley was so excited she could hardly breathe. She wanted to hear everything. Oh, how she wished she had been with Gail to see all these wonderful things!

"Well, after a while, Daddy got on top of her and they, well they, you know."

Ashley kicked her feet against the mattress. "They screwed. Fucked. Oh, gee, I wish I could've seen him slip his dick up her cunt!"

Gail stared at her sister in the dim light of the room. "You, where did you learn."

Ashley giggled. "I've heard Arnie and Jeff talk. They didn't know I was there, but they were talking with that guy, the pal who's always hanging around in the city. You know, Ward Riggs. He thinks he's hot stuff, always talking about screwing girls and feeling their tits and stuff."

"Do you suppose Arnie or Jeff has ever fucked a girl?" Somehow, Gail had never thought about her brothers that way. Now the possibility intrigued her.

Ashley shrugged. "I dunno. Once I saw Jeff without any clothes on and his prick was hard. He kind of doubled over like he wanted to do something with it himself. It was big, really sticking out." She sounded proud of information.

"What did he do?" It was Gail's turn to ask questions. She tried to think of her brother without clothes. Was his sex organ as big as her father's? Jeff was only fifteen, and Gail didn't think it would be. Maybe Arnie's, he was seventeen, almost a man.

"He sat down all bent over and sort of rocked back and forth. I couldn't tell if he was holding himself or not. Then I heard someone coming and I had to duck."

"Where was this?" Gail wanted to know.

"In the house, the city. I was outside the window. He didn't see me, didn't even know I was around. I had just come back from the park and no one else was home. He was taking a shower, and when he came out of his bathroom and into the bedroom, I saw him."

"Well, if his penis can get hard, I suppose he could fuck a girl."

Ashley giggled. "If any girl would have him! He's such a dope!"

The two huddled and smothered their giggles in the bedclothes. Then Ashley said, "Tell me more about Daddy and that girl. It makes me feel all funny inside when I hear things like that!"

"Me, too. Gosh, I even got wet between the legs while I watched them and heard the stuff they said."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. I felt all squishy inside, like I wanted it, too." There, she said it. Out loud, she'd said the thought that had been growing inside her head ever since she'd witnessed the scene in the screened patio.

For a moment the bedroom was silent. Ashley looked at her and Gail felt tingly all over. Ashley let her breath out in a long, slow sound, like the wind against a screen. "Yeah," she whispered. "Sometimes I think things like that. At school Shannon Doyle had a book with some pictures, screwing pictures."

"Real ones?"

"Uh-huh. Photographs, in color. Her dad sent away for it and she swiped it from his desk. We looked at it in the girls' bathroom. Wow! They were something. And when I saw those pictures, I felt kind of funny, too. Like you say, all squishy inside. I'd like to have a man's cock go up into me. Mmmm, it must feel good. The girls in the pictures sure looked happy."

Gail nodded. "Melanie sure liked it. You should've heard her!"

"I listened to Mom and Dad once." Ashley confessed.

Gail giggled. "Me, too. I even peeked through the keyhole and saw them."

"Really? Was it good?"

"Well, I couldn't see too much through that little hole, but I liked it. Gosh, I wonder."

They were quiet again for several moments, knowing each other's thoughts without words. Ashley spoke first. "Why don't we find out what it's like for ourselves."

"How?"

She shrugged. "Get someone to fuck us."

Gail felt her mouth go dry again. It was exactly what she had been thinking and now the exciting thought was out and taking form.

"We don't have big tits yet or anything. How are we gonna get some guy to go for us? I don't even have any hair down there yet," Gail said with a sigh. She peered at her sister in the gloom. "Do you?" The idea that her sister might be ahead of her was alarming.

Ashley laughed. "No, but Shannon Doyle says men like to fuck little girls' twats. They're nice and tight."

"How would she know?" Gail scoffed.

"Well, promise not to tell? She swore me to secrecy."

Gail's head bobbed up and down quickly. "Sure, sure!"

"Well," Ashley said, "she says her uncle fucked her. You know, her father's brother lives with them. He's thirty years old and not married. Shannon says he climbed into bed with her one night when her folks were gone and began to play with her. When she didn't get scared, he did other things, you know, let her touch his thing and get it hard; then he put it in her. He told her how tight she was and how he liked young girls and she was very special. He said that lots of times uncles and nieces do it together, even fathers and daughters."

Gail's breath was a tight band in her chest. "You think she was telling the truth or lying?"

Ashley shrugged again. "I don't know, but it would be pretty hard to make up all the stuff she told me. I mean, how would she know it?"

"Maybe she read that book, the one her father had."

"No, it was just pictures. Shannon had lots more detail, like what it felt like and stuff. I think maybe she was telling the truth. She even made me swear not to tell any of the other kids for fear someone would let it slip to a grownup and it would get to our folks. She didn't want anything to spoil it between her and her uncle."

"You mean they still do it? More?"

Ashley nodded. "Every time they're alone in the house, she says."

"Gosh."

They thought about it awhile, staring into the dim room and trying to imagine what it would be like to know a man physically and intimately. Then Gail said, "Do you suppose we could get Arnie or Jeff to do it?"

Ashley made a face. "Maybe, but why don't we try Dad?"

"Daddy?"

"Sure, you said yourself he was big and hard for Melanie. Maybe he likes young girls."

Gail remembered a fragment of the hushed conversation of the couple in the screened summerhouse. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?," "You could please ten men." Their father had enjoyed the young girl, he liked the tight cunt. He'd liked it very, very much.

"Should we?" Ashley asked again.

"Okay," Gail agreed. "Let's!" For a minute, they hugged each other and giggled with their delightful secret. Then they tried to think of a way to accomplish their purpose.

"We have to get him alone somewhere," Gail said.

"Yeah, then we have to get him hard and hot. Shannon says once a guy gets hot he wants to fuck and can't stop. So if we can turn him on good, he'll do it."

"Should both of us try at the same time?" Gail questioned.

Ashley chewed her lip. "We might scare him off. It might be better to start a little slower, just one of us."

They peered at each other, neither asking the question but both thinking the same thing. Which one?

They heard the car then and saw the sweep of lights across the back of the house.

"Mom's home!" Ashley scrambled from her sister's bed. "We can talk about it tomorrow. Gosh, I'm so excited!" She hurried back to her own bed.

Gail pulled the sheet up over her head and curled up in a tight ball under it. She was very excited, not only by the thought of what might be coming in the future but still by the thoughts of what she had seen earlier tonight. Cautiously, she put her hand between her legs and felt the upper parts of her slim thighs. They were slippery and still slightly damp. She hadn't imagined it then. She was wet and ready for a man. That's what the pain in her belly was. Gail knew for sure that she wanted to be first; she wanted to be the one who felt her own father's big, swollen cock push up into her virgin cunt. She wanted to feel his weight atop her, feel his hands all over her body as they had been on Melanie's. Even though she didn't have big, swollen boobs like Melanie, she wanted her father to rub her and make her feel good. She touched her breasts, searching for some sign of swelling, some indication that she would soon develop into a woman. Was it her imagination or could she feel a slight swelling, a new fullness there? She sighed and buried her face in the sheets. Gail's mother had talked to her about growing up, about the onset of her menstrual periods and the growth of her body. Mom had even suggested that it would start any time. After all, she was almost eleven, would be in four months. Lots of girls began that early, Mom had said. Gail snuggled down under the sheet and smiled. Maybe getting fucked would help her grow up faster.


Melanie felt the cool water on her overheated body and submerged quickly. She was still overheated from the exciting, wild time the man had shown her up in the screened summerhouse. Wow! She'd known it would be good, but he had surpassed her wildest dreams. He was a man, a real man. That hard-driving cock was something else again. It made all the others she had had, the boys she knew, pale to insignificance. Not that they weren't good, she liked fucking no matter who gave it to her! But Upton was special. And the things he'd said and done, mmmmm, it had been delightful. She could still feel the tingling delight in her belly. God, how she'd cum! Over and over! And she thought she'd die when he licked her ass. That had been wild.

Melanie swam out and floated on her back in the moonlight. Her tits stood up high, like sails above her body. The cool water made her nipples pop again, and the pulling sensation was pleasant. She heard the splash and saw Upton swimming slowly toward her. She treaded water and smiled, waiting for him.

"Hi, baby." His hand groped for her crotch under the surface. He darted his head toward her and tried to kiss her.

"Shhhhh, sound carries on the water," she warned.

"Then swim in with me so I can fuck you again," he whispered. He tugged at her arm.

She laughed softly and swam along with him until they reached shallow water. He grabbed her quickly and pressed his naked length along hers. She felt the hard pressure of the stiff cock at his crotch, knew he was hard for her again, wanted her. The thought excited her and she spread her legs under the water and arched her body to him.

"Christ!" He poked upward, missing on the first try and bending for a new thrust. The second try was successful, and his prick spread her pussy and pierced the washed cunt. The cool lake water exploded into her body with him and she shivered delectably. He shoved harder and completed his penetration.

"Jeeezzz!" He was humping at her.

"Shh, ooohhh, aaahh!" She almost forgot about sound carrying when he slammed up into her cunt. She was hot all over again. He scraped against her clit every time he jabbed, and shivers of lust raced through her belly. She wanted him again, wanted him now. But he couldn't get good leverage this way, and he had to juggle his balance to stay up. After a few impatient tries, he grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the dock. Wordlessly, he pushed her over it in the shallow water, making her lie face down with her ass angled toward him as he stood behind her. His crotch was in place now, and he stabbed the hot tool toward her again. Melanie almost screamed when instead of digging into her cunt the thick whipping prick found the tight hole of her ass. He pushed on it, and she whimpered. He pressed harder then, and lay his weight on her, putting his face close to hers.

"Be quiet," he whispered. "Relax."

Then he pushed hard and the cock drove itself right into her ass. She stuffed her fingers in her mouth to cut off the cry of pain and hot lust that flooded through her and made her forget everything but wanting him again. Her feet came off the bottom and splashed on the surface of the water. He pressed his face against her so she could make no sound. Then he braced himself on his arms along her ribs and began to fuck the tight, hot tunnel with furious strokes of lusting need. He wanted her again, this way, hot and dry and in the ass. He felt the surging power of his new erection and lust. He was going to cum again. He was going to cum now! He shoved it up her, snaked back for another thrust, pushed harder. She was so fucking tight his foreskin jerked along the length of his cock as if it would be pulled off. The thick ridge of the head of the tool scraped along the stinging-hot tissues. A few dribbles of juice leaked from his cock and oiled the tunnel, and that set him off. He came in a hard burst of spurting semen, came as good as he had earlier in her cunt.

When he was done, he backed off her slowly, panting for breath and weak with his own pleasure. She lay very still for several seconds, and he got a little worried. Maybe he'd been too rough. He walked over to her and bent over her.

"Are you all right, baby?" he whispered.

Melanie moaned softly. "Yes. Oh, my god! I came again! You made me cum again!" She sounded shocked.

He grinned and slapped her ass playfully. "It was good. Haven't you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

"No. Oh, my god, it was wonderful!"

It was his turn to remind her to be quiet. "Shh, we'd better get out of here now before we get caught!"

She stood up, walked into the water again and bathed her hot, throbbing body. She watched him sluice water over his cock, then bend so he could douse it good before he emerged from the lake and picked up his clothes. He dried himself with his shorts, then pulled on his clothes. He was putting on his shoes when she ambled out of the water finally. Even now after he'd taken her so many times, she was a beautiful sight in the moonlight. Her big, firm tits bobbed on her ribs and water dripped from the nipples. The dark triangle of hair at her crotch was a thin shadow on her pearly flesh.

He let her use his shorts to dry herself before putting on her gown and robe again. Then he kissed her lightly and asked if she wanted him to walk her back to her cabin.

"No," she said quickly. "My father or someone might be up. I'll sneak in." She turned and started away.

He grabbed her arm. "Melanie, when will I see you again?"

She giggled, and let him pull her close in a hard kiss, one heightened by his probing tongue. "I'll be around."

"That's not what I mean."

"I don't know," she said. She was still a little scared of being found out, and she knew it was impossible to make plans very far in advance. She'd have to wait and see what happened tomorrow. God knew she sure wanted him again, soon. The sooner the better, and the more he wanted her, the better she liked it.

She left him then, scurrying through the trees and shadows. Near her own house, she paused and listened. She thought she'd heard a sound in the brush behind her, but it didn't come again. She decided it must've been a nocturnal animal, and she walked on slowly. She had spent her summers at the lake place for many years, and she wasn't afraid of the dark, lonely road. She rather liked the privacy it afforded. She was glad she had consented to meet Upton, and that everything had gone so great. It was the best part of the whole summer, of any summer. It was the best thing in her whole life. The cabin was dark and she let herself into her bedroom quietly. Her heart was still pounding at a fast rate, and she slipped into bed and shivered delightedly. She closed her eyes and thought about the man she had left. The sound was so soft that she wasn't sure she heard it, but her eyes flew open and the shadowy figure was bending over her. She gasped but no sound came from her lips.

"Shhh, it's me, Sean." Her brother put his hand on her shoulder, and his fingers gripped her flesh hard.

"Ohh, what are you doing here?" She could hardly talk.

"Move over." He shoved at her body. He was climbing into the bed and she tried to shove him back.

"What the hell do you think?"

"Shut up, you little cunt, fucking cow-whore!" he said. "I watched you with him. Don't give me any of your lip." His hands grabbed at her under the sheets. She was scared. He had seen her and Upton! My god! But what,

She didn't have a chance to wonder long. His hand was under her nightgown, jerking the thin cloth up and feeling for her crotch, prying in the thatch of sparse hair.

"Spread your legs, baby sister. I want some of that hot cunt you've been giving away so goddamned freely!"

She shook her head, unable to believe she had heard right. Her own brother was planning to fuck her!

He knifed his knee between her legs and climbed over her. She realized then that he was naked. His hot, dribbling prick stabbed at her belly as he tried to find her cunt with it.

"Don't!" she said and tried to push him away.

"Don't act coy with me, Melanie. How would you like it if I tell your boy friend Mister Upton that you're not sixteen yet? You're not even fourteen! Won't be for three months. He's been fuckin' a goddamned kid, jailbait!" He shoved at her, and the hot cock hit her labia, seared the flesh and made her shudder.

"No, don't tell him!"

"Then give me a piece of the action. Or maybe I'll tell Pa you've been sucking and fucking around with the neighbors."

His cock darted up into her. She was dry from the hard screwing she'd had and the effects of the cool lake water. She hadn't expected another session. He pushed in hard, forcing his pounding cock into her cunt. It pulled and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Then he was in, all the way in, and she was feeling a new warm wetness inside her. It flowed slowly at first, then exploded quickly as he began to push in and out of her with short, measured strokes. God, she was hot again! Her own brother was making her hot and wet and ready to cum. She lifted her knees and clamped his darting hips and rode with him.

In muffled silence they grunted and humped together in the dark bedroom. Only yards away, their parents slept, unaware of the wild passion that was being pursued by their son and daughter in another bedroom.

Melanie felt the hard pressure of her pending orgasm. Her brother's prick was a hard, stabbing spear lancing into her young cunt. She thought about the lie she'd told Upton about her age. She'd been pretending to be older ever since she met the Uptons the previous year, when they'd bought the cabin. She'd seen Upton before, he'd owned a cabin several miles away on another lake. When he bought the one here, she'd made up her mind she wanted to have him. She was afraid that if he knew she was only thirteen, he'd never come near her. Even though she had the body of a woman. So she'd lied, and he hadn't found out. And she had gotten caught by her brother. But he was good, almost as good as Upton. She pressed her legs and raised her hips to tell him she was going to cum. He didn't need any encouragement. He was so damned hot he knew it was only a matter of minutes. He'd been hot ever since he spotted his sister sneaking out of the house and followed her to the place where she met Upton. He'd listened and watched from the shadow of trees along the road. And he'd seen and heard plenty. Enough to make him hard and needy. And now he was finding out that his kid sister was plenty damned good, just like Upton had said. God, she was tight and firm, like a virgin. At seventeen, Sean had fucked enough girls to know the difference between an experienced and an inexperienced twat. And his sister knew a lot, a hell of a lot.

He came then, ejaculating his load of churning, boiling semen into the swamp hole that sucked him deep with each thrust. He came, drove hard, and came some more. He could tell by the hard, twitching spasms of her cunt that she was cumming, too, and the idea made him grin. He was as good as old man Upton any fucking day of the week. After a long time, he climbed off her and sat panting a few minutes on the edge of the bed. She lay very quietly for a long time; then her hand moved over his rump and squeezed his ass gently.

"It was very good, Sean."

He grinned and grabbed for one of those big tits, which were hidden under the thin nightgown she was wearing. He liked the feel of her ripe woman-flesh. It was hard to believe that she was only thirteen and had tits that size, and a cunt so talented.

"Okay, kid. I'll let myself out." He moved off in the shadows, stooped to pick up his clothes. The door closed silently behind him.

She was alone. She lay hugging her belly for a minute. Her body had given her so much pleasure tonight, that it was hard to overcome. She still tingled and felt good all over. Her legs were almost numb with the rays of lasting pleasure that radiated through them. Finally, she forced herself to get up and tiptoe into the bathroom to clean herself. She let the thick juice drip from her body, then took a washcloth and wet it under the tap. She scrubbed at her genitals with the harsh rag for several minutes, then tossed it into the laundry hamper. She drank a large glass of water and went back to bed. She was asleep almost the instant her head touched the pillow.


When Gail and Ashley woke the following morning, they were surprised to find their mother already up. Usually after she'd been out late she slept until noon, and the girls were left on their own to amuse themselves.

Rebecca Upton was still pretty at thirty-seven. Her face was oval shaped and smooth-skinned, giving her a youthful look. She helped the natural blonde of her hair with Tighteners, and she had managed to keep her figure despite four children and approaching middle age.

She smiled at her girls now and set out cereal and milk for their breakfast. "You two want to ride along with me today?"

"Where?" they asked in unison.

She made a face at them. "This is the day Arnie and Jeff get back from their canoe trip. I have to pick them up at Wakefield."

Gail had forgotten that her brothers were due back now. Normally she would enjoy the ride to the town sixty miles away and the chance to poke around in the stores before coming back to the isolation of the cabin. But she was reluctant to go today. She woke up with thoughts of what she and Ashley had discussed the night before, the plan about their father, and somehow it seemed essential that she stay here at the cabin while he was here. She waited for Ashley to answer first.

With her ever-present enthusiasm, Ashley accepted the idea readily. "Can I go?" She was always eager for a trip.

Rebecca smiled. "Sure, glad to have company. How about you, Gail?" She glanced at the older girl.

Gail shook her head. "Naw, I don't feel like riding today."

Her mother raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Not sick, are you?"

"No," Gail said quickly. "Feel great. But it's hot and I'd rather swim."

Her mother nodded and turned back to pile dishes in the sink. Ashley looked at her sister suspiciously, as though suddenly remembering there might be a reason to stay at the cabin. She was trying to decide if the slim plans they'd made the previous night were sufficient enough to make her miss out on a day's fun in town. She decided against it, and began spooning cereal into her mouth again.

After breakfast, Ashley cornered Gail in the hall before running out to the car, where her mother was already waiting.

"You gonna try anything now? I mean with Dad," she whispered sharply.

"No, of course not." It didn't sound too convincing.

Ashley frowned. "Maybe I should stay home."

Gail shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going swimming." She turned and entered the bedroom. Her heart was pounding with the excitement of the lie she had told her sister and she was afraid Ashley would know it. The younger girl stood in the doorway several seconds, watching while Gail pulled her swimsuit from the rack in the bathroom that opened off their bedroom. Then she turned and ran out to the car.

Gail stood listening to the sound of the car as it moved off down the road. The country silence closed around the small cabin again, and Gail let her breath out slowly. She dropped the bathing suit over the edge of the tub and leaned toward the other door of the small bathroom. The room opened off the two bedrooms of the cabin. On the other side of the door, her father was still sleeping, she knew. She imagined she could hear the faint sound of his breathing.

She chewed at her lip and wondered what to do next. Could she get her father excited, get him to touch her or want her? In the light of day, the plan that had seemed so exciting the night before seemed doubtful this morning. She felt shivery at the idea and turned away from the door to pick up the bathing suit again.

But she might not have a better chance or one as good. The others were gone, only she and her father were in the house. And he was sleeping, naked. Often she had caught glimpses of him as he got out of bed in the morning and moved sleepily toward the bathroom. He was always naked, never wore pajamas or underwear to bed. She thought of the glimpses she'd had of him and of the shadowy figure in the patio the night before. His cock was big and hard. When he got up in the morning, sometimes she had seen it hard, too. Maybe he always woke up that way.

The idea thrilled her, and she knew she had to make at least an attempt to get to him. But she couldn't climb into his bed just like that, could she? She looked down at the shorts and shirt she had donned when she got up. No, that would be a mistake. Besides, she wanted to feel him warm and close to her flesh. Quickly she went back to her own bedroom and pulled off the brief outfit she was wearing. She got a shortie nightgown of very thin cotton from her drawer and pulled it over her head. She didn't bother with the tiny panties that were supposed to go with the gown. She glanced it herself in the mirror and made a face. Damnit, she had no shape at all! She thought about Melanie's big tits and how her father had handled them and liked them. She felt her own flat chest. Only the slightest swelling rose under her palms. She sighed and tried to push at the tiny mounds of flesh and make them bulge more, but it didn't help. She could see the dark circles of her nipples through the thin cloth. Would he like them? She lifted the gown and stared at the image in the glass. Her pubic area was smooth and round, still childish. She ran her hand over it and was sure she felt a faint fuzz, the beginning of the thatch of hair that would someday cover her there. How could she still be such a child in build when she felt so grown-up inside? Just thinking about her father made her belly tighten. She closed her eyes for a second and imagined again the scene she had witnessed the night before, her father's big swollen cock spearing into the young girl's cunt. She gasped as her imagination made her shiver delectably. Quickly, she left the bathroom and let herself into her parents' bedroom. The shades were still drawn and the room was dim. The sun didn't reach this side of the house until afternoon, and the thick wall of trees beyond the windows kept the house in shadows. Across the room she saw the mound of her father's sleeping body. She tiptoed to the bed.

He was sleeping with his mouth slightly open but breathing softly and regularly. His naked chest was dark on the stark-white sheet, which he had tossed half off his body. The white cloth slashed across his flat, firm belly and tangled under his body. One leg sprawled on top of the sheet, and the other was covered. Gail stood staring at him. The dark, tightly curled hair on his chest looked like a soft, down mat, and Gail resisted the impulse to reach out and feel it. Her father grunted and rolled to his side, his legs kicking at the sheet and pushing it out of his way. Gail held her breath. The sheet had fallen away from his hip and she could see the long, soft rope of his cock. It lay across his thigh like a sleeping snake. She studied it, bending close to the bed for a good look. She had never seen a penis up close and it sure didn't look like the pictures in the diagrams in her sex-education classes! It was thick and dark in color. A few dark hairs sprouted along its length, and the base of it was hidden in a dark thatch of curled strands. Below the dormant organ, two large, roundish balls fell sideways onto his leg. She studied these closely. The skin was ridged like seersucker cloth. The color of the balls was dark red, darker than his penis. The sac was covered with a thin layer of sparse hair. Beyond, she saw a darker patch where the crevice of his body curved toward his ass. She heard the sound and suddenly realized it was her own breath. Her heart was pounding and she felt the first signs of wetness between her legs. She moved closer to the bend of his body and put her face as close to his sex organs as she dared without waking him. She could smell the sweet odor of his sex organs and it excited her even more. She took a deep breath and very carefully climbed into bed with him. He moved, straightening his body and she quickly pushed her length along it. She could feel the heat from him touch her, and she found it was hard to breathe. She was very quiet, and her flesh quivered as she strained to press against her father's sleeping form. She had planned in her mind what she would say if he woke too soon and questioned her, but she was still hoping she might be able to get some pleasure from him before he came to enough to realize it was her. She was counting on his normal groggy state when he woke. She knew that he barely opened his eyes, scarcely knew what was going on for a long time after he wakened. He hated to wake early, and getting up on time for work was always a chore for him. Now she snuggled against his body, making sure that her nightgown pushed up and her naked belly and thighs were on him. Ooooohhh, he's so warm and so wonderfully soft! She let her belly scrape along his crotch hair gently. It sent shivers of rushing delight through her. She had to bite her lip to keep from whimpering her pleasure. She felt the penis between their bodies stir. It seemed to grow fatter, thicker, pull up from its at-rest position. Gail wanted very much to look at it, see what was happening, maybe even touch the cock with her hot hand, but she didn't dare move. The feeling in her belly where the hot tool touched her flesh was too wonderful to risk losing or disturbing. With great care, she eased even closer to him. The tip of his prick jerked and slid along her pubic mound. Gail thought she would die from the wild, fiery delight that raced through her whole body. She gritted her teeth to keep from shivering.

The extremely thick nine-inch cock was hard now, stabbing out from his balls and thighs, jutting toward her young flesh. Gail arched her back so her crotch moved closer. At the same time, she lifted one leg so there was enough space for the thick, red-tipped hot poker to go between her legs. She had no idea how to get it inside her; she wasn't even sure where to aim, but she knew she wanted to feel it on her thick, dry mound of flesh, feel it move toward her wet folds around the opening to her body. She moved again and captured the prize she sought, then lowered her leg to clamp it tightly between her quivering thighs. Her father mumbled in his sleep and his tongue ran over his dry lips. Gail could feel his breath over her hair and she could feel the tiny nipples of her tits press at the mat of hair on his chest. Still sleeping, her father tossed his arm over her and pinned her close to him. Tears filled Gail's eyes. She was so hot. So warm. She knew that something very strange was happening inside her body, and she longed for the fulfillment of sexual intercourse. She knew she wanted the hot penis between her legs to push upward into her and fill her, She wanted it so badly she couldn't lie still. She wiggled her ass and tried to force the stiff organ upward. Her father grumbled and moved again, rolling toward her and pushing her almost onto her back. For a second she thought her thighs would lose their grip on the cock, but he moved forward and it stayed in the warm haven of her childish pussy. Her cunt had come alive now, aching and wet for him. She could feel the slow trickle of her juices wet the tool, and it twitched to make her even hotter. She had known it would be fun, exciting, but even this little bit was driving her crazy. She couldn't stand the pressure in her guts any longer. She had to make her move, had to try to accomplish her purpose. God, she was getting wetter and tenser by the minute! She wiggled and tried to impale herself on his shaft of flesh. The wet, hot head slid over her labia and past the tiny cunt opening. She moaned softly, almost in tears now. He was lying almost atop her and she couldn't move enough to force the change of position she wanted. And to push at him, to try to move him, would surely waken him. And she was afraid of what would happen then. After all, he was her father, and he didn't need her for sex the way she needed him. He had Mom and he had Melanie... maybe even other girls or women. But she had no one but him... and she wanted him now.

She moved again and the hot spear touched her swollen tissues. She held the cock there, tightening her thighs around it, forcing the big prick between the folds of erotic flesh. It touched her clit and sent shock waves of pleasure through her lower belly. But his cock was flat against her cunt and she couldn't wiggle enough to poke it upward. In desperation, she finally reached down with her hand and grabbed her father's cock.

The sudden motion woke him. Her father grunted, rolled half off her; then, as if thinking better of it he rolled back and onto her. It was a reaction without thought, a sexual need he wanted fulfilled. He wasn't aware of who lay beneath him. In his groggy state, he probably thought it was her mother, Gail decided. She quickly spread her legs and held her breath, waiting for him to complete the action he had started. Martin Upton came awake very slowly, not wanting to open his eyes to face the new day. He hadn't slept enough, he wanted to sack out longer, but, Christ, he was hard, and Rebecca was pulling him onto her and into her. He could always use a quickie then go back to sleep. Without opening his eyes he rolled on top of her. His cock was stiff and he felt the heavy pulse pounding along its length and deep in his guts where his action began. He pushed between her legs. He was only dimly aware that it was different this time, and his foggy brain made no effort to identify the difference. Smooth flesh, he thought. He pushed and the tip of his cock parted the hot lips and tried to enter her. Christ, why the hell didn't she open her fucking legs and let him get in her snatch! He shoved again and heard the tiny whimper. He opened his eyes and found himself staring down at his ten-year old daughter.


For a moment he was too stunned to move. He was braced over her, his hard cock stabbed between her slim legs, the tip of it already wet and uncorked from the sheath of foreskin, ready for fucking. He had thought it was Rebecca! A wave of horror washed over him at what he had almost done.

He forced himself away from her naked flesh and dropped back onto the bed, propping himself on one elbow and shaking his head in disbelief.

"My God! Gail! What are you doing here!" His voice rasped from his throat like fingernails on a blackboard. His kid! He'd almost fucked his kid! His face was filmed with cold sweat. He saw her glance at his genitals and he quickly jerked the sheet to cover himself. She tried to smile at him.

"Are you all right, baby?" he asked quickly. He was scared, so scared his guts ached. He'd almost fucked his own kid! He looked at her now, lying there with her nightgown tangled all around her so her baby cunt was open to his sight. His mouth went dry and he looked away. Why the hell wouldn't his prick go down! The goddamned thing was still as hard as tooled steel. He laid his arm across his lap and tried to look as though he had nothing to hide. His massive fucking cock was sticking up like a post.

"Yes, I'm all right," Gail said in all very small voice. She didn't sound all right, and he peered at her.

"You sure, honey?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

"God, baby, I'm sorry. Christ, I was half-asleep. I didn't..." He couldn't go on and he had to look away again. His cock was still a ramrod and his loins ached. What the hell was the matter with him! He glanced at her again. She looked so damned sweet and innocent lying there. The thin nightgown she wore barely covered her flesh, and he could see the dark patches of her nipples through it. He wished she'd pull down the gown, or cover herself so he couldn't see the smooth, gleaming mound of her pubic area. He didn't have the guts to do it for her. He didn't dare touch her, not the way he still felt. His mind whirled in confusion, and he felt as though he had a colossal hangover. With guilt, he remembered the girl last night, Melanie. Maybe his sleeping brain had been busy with thoughts of her when he tried to mount Gail.

Gail touched his arm, "I'm all right, Daddy, honest." She smiled and he had to offer half a smile in return.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"What are you doing in here?" he asked.

She licked her lips in a quick nervous gesture and smiled again. "I wasn't feeling so good. Mom and Ashley went to pick up the boys, but I didn't feel good so I went back to bed. Then I felt worse, and I got scared. So I came in here." She couldn't look at him with the huge lie on her tongue.

He put his hand to her forehead. She felt a little warm but not really feverish. "Where does it hurt, honey?" he asked.

She hesitated, then pressed the palm of her hand to her belly. He frowned, forgetting his own problem as his concern for the child grew. He touched the naked flesh of the smooth white belly below the line of tan where her shorts and swimsuit ended. She was firm and warm, and he probed his fingers gently at the flesh. Appendix? He poked but she didn't jump.

"Does that hurt?" he questioned.

She shook her head.

"Here?"

"No."

"Here?"

She shook her head. "Down further." The two words were barely a whisper. Would he do it? Would he touch her where she wanted him to touch her? She held her breath and closed her eyes partway, watching him through the narrow slits.

He paused, unsure, yet needing to know. Slowly, his hand moved down on her body. The heat seemed to increase and he couldn't resist the pressure that seemed to grow on his fingers. He was hypnotized by the gentle swelling just above the juncture of her thighs. She was still lying as she'd been when he climbed off her, with her legs spread slightly. He had a spasm of lust as the memory of his hot cockhead against that virgin territory assailed him. He was sweating again, but he couldn't move his hand from her pubic mound. It was so smooth, so incredibly warm and smooth. He felt his fingers twitch, and her body quivered slightly under them.

"This where it hurts?" he asked. He pressed lightly and had to catch his breath as his cock jerked violently with desire. Somewhere deep in his conscience, he knew it was a game, that she wasn't in pain, but he couldn't stop. His hand moved again, over the hump and to the softer flesh of the edge of her labia. She shivered now, and he didn't look up at her. His fingers probed gently at the softer part of the hill of erotic flesh, moving gently and slowly down and toward the crevice that hid her virgin cunt.

"Yes, there, yesss." Her words were escaping breaths fluttering in the quiet room, hovering between them like a lover's plea.

He swallowed hard. His throat was very dry now and he was having trouble breathing. His lungs were on fire, and his belly was a tight knot of pain. His prick was poking the sheet upward and a small spot of wetness stained the peak of the tented cloth.

She moved, very suddenly, and his hand was between her legs, burning against the hot, damp tissues of her youth. Martin's breath made a harsh sound in his throat and he bent forward before he could get control of himself. He forced himself to pull away from her.

"Oooowww," she moaned in mock pain and closed her eyes.

He looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face, trying to understand what was happening between them. For a few seconds, he could've sworn she was doing this deliberately! He gnawed at his lower lip. That was impossible. She was only a child, ten years old! She wasn't even mature yet! It couldn't be, it simply couldn't be! It had all been in his mind, a product of his conscience about Melanie and his horny dreams in the night that followed. He'd wakened with a pee hard, and moved to her without knowing what he was doing. She was just a kid, a lovely little girl who,

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

The tight pain in his chest eased slightly and he breathed again. "You feel better now, baby?"

"A little."

"Well, you'd better get back to your own bed now and maybe you can sleep a little." He had to get her out of here, get away from her before his own pain got any worse. He couldn't believe his own physical feelings at this moment, and he didn't trust himself. And he couldn't get out of bed with the goddamned hardon he had. He touched her hip lightly and she rolled toward the edge of the bed.

She sat up and the thin nightgown fell over her enticing, smooth crotch. "Daddy?" She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Of course not, baby; why would I be mad?" His voice was creaky and his mouth dry.

"'Cause I came into your bed..."

"No, don't be silly. I just want you to feel better."

She nodded solemnly again and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I do feel better now," she said slowly. "Being with you and having you touch me, hold me, that made me feel good."

She got up then and walked slowly across the room before he could react to her words. He watched her until the door closed behind her. Then he sat for several minutes just staring.

His mind raced over the possible meanings of her last words. No, he was being foolish again, reading things into her words that shouldn't be there. It was his own crazy mixed-up lust that was hinting at sexual overtones in what the child said. God, he had to stop thinking these things.

He threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed. His cock was still hard and jutting. He could feel the thick pulse-beat along the length of it, the hard pressure of need in his balls. He had gotten excited being near her, his own daughter, ten years old, and he'd wanted her. He pushed the thought from his mind, refusing to accept it despite his knowledge that it was true. He'd be careful from now on, make sure he wasn't alone with her in situations like this. God, that had been close. He entered the bathroom and stood over the sink to wash. What would he have done if he had not wakened at the moment he did? Suppose he hadn't realized who it was with him until he had already penetrated her pussy? Suppose he'd realized it was Gail only when he was already at the height of his lust, taking what he wanted, getting his passion spent? Would he have been able to pull out? Would he have wanted to? He bent over the sink and doused his face with cold water, cupping it in his palms and holding it to his hot face over and over until some of the fever began to dissipate. He had to stop thinking about it. Of course he would have stopped! The shock would have ended any need he had. But he was human... He finished washing, and sluiced cold water over his cock, which was still struggling with the fullness of its need. He felt the cold, sharp sting of the water, and the shock helped reduce the hardon. He was all right now, he told himself. He was all right. He opened the medicine cabinet and reached for his toothbrush.

In her own bedroom, Gail sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the bathroom door. She had closed the door to her father's bedroom from the bath but had left the second one to her own room open. She wanted to watch him, to see him. When he entered the bathroom he went right to the sink and held cold water to his face. She could see his hard cock jutting between his legs as he bent over the basin, and she licked her lips. The memory of that hard, hot tool on her flesh made her shiver with delight. Oh, why had he wakened when he did! Another minute and she would've known what it felt like to be fucked! He had been all set to push right up into her cunt, when he saw who it was. Another minute, and she would have known what it was like to be a woman. Would it hurt, that first time? She had felt the tight pressure even in the very small partial penetration he'd begun. Would she have had an orgasm right away? She wondered how long it took, what an orgasm really felt like.

She sighed. Well, she'd almost gotten him. And she had seen the look in his eyes, the dazed expression on his face. He had wanted her. She knew it just as surely as she knew she wanted him. She knew, too, that she would try again. She had to succeed.

Her belly ached with a hungry gnawing pressure that was like a glowing fire inside her. Her thighs were damp and slippery where the juices that had run out of her were drying. Some of it had come from his penis, too. She shivered again at the thought of the hot wet head touching her leg, her labia.

In the bathroom, she watched him splash water on his still-hard cock. He couldn't get it down. That made her smile. He did want her, she had made him sexy. He began to brush his teeth.

She stared in fascination at his genitals as he peered in the mirror and finished brushing his teeth. He hadn't looked toward her door yet, so he didn't know she was watching. She had to smile at the insistent pressure that filled his cock. It pleased her to think she had done that to him, and it made her nice and warm in her belly to think she would soon have him. She wasn't going to give up. Next time she would be more aggressive, more demanding. She had to admit to herself now that she had been plenty scared. But she wouldn't be next time. She knew now that he would not get angry with her and throw her out, push her away. She could excite him, and next time she would do it more fervently, so much so that he would not be able to stop and try to ease his pain with cold water!

He shut off the taps and turned to the toilet. He had to push his stiff prick down in order to urinate, and Gail watched in absolute fascination. When he was done, she saw that hardon had vanished finally, and the long cock hung limply over his heavy red balls. He turned back to the sink then. With a sudden movement as though he had just glimpsed the open door, he whirled to stare right into her eyes. For a moment the house was silent as the father and daughter looked at each other across the two rooms. Outside, a bird trilled a song somewhere high in the trees over the cabin. A vagrant breeze rustled the leaves of the aspen in a soft, whispering cry. On the lake, a distant motor hummed as a boat trailed a white wake behind it. They stared across the space. Martin felt the swift knife pain slash his loins, felt the quick involuntary jerk of his cock as it began to come alive again. He realized he was holding his breath. Before he could change his mind, he turned and went quickly back into his own bedroom, closing the door and slipping the lock carefully. He leaned against the panel and let his breath out in a long, slow sigh. In her bedroom, Gail saw him leave, saw the door close, heard the snap of the bolt. She smiled. It wouldn't be nearly as hard as she'd thought. Next time. Soon. She pressed her damp thighs together and wrapped her arms over her breasts. She wouldn't be a virgin much longer.


Rebecca and Ashley reached the place where they were to meet Arnie and Jeff, and Rebecca parked the car in the shade of a huge oak tree. The boat landing, where the boys we're to come in from the trip, was at the edge of town on the shore of a huge lake that was part of a chain that ran along the border. The day had grown warm, and now the air hung around them like ribbons of dampness. Ashley wished she had brought her swimsuit.

"I'm going down the street and have something cool to drink, baby. Want something?" Rebecca climbed out of the car.

"I think I'll stay here awhile," Ashley said. She knew that her mother preferred a nice cold drink at the local bar to the root beer she might be forced to have if Ashley went along.

Rebecca smiled. She reached in her purse and pulled out a dollar bill. "Here. If you change your mind there's a pop stand over there." She jerked her head toward the outdoor stand near the corner. She snapped her purse shut and walked toward the cool dimness of the bar.

They'd been in this town often enough so that she didn't have to worry about Ashley getting lost. The whole town wasn't big enough to get lost in, she thought with a laugh. A nice gin and tonic would hit the spot and ready her for the drive back.

Ashley leaned against the car, fingering the bill. She was thirsty; a root beer would hit the spot. She sauntered across the road and climbed onto a high stool at the counter. A bored-looking teen-age girl with big knockers waited on her.

Ashley sipped the cold drink and watched the girl behind the counter as she moved listlessly, pushing a wet cloth over the counter. Ashley wondered how old she was, and what size bra she wore. Gee, it would be nice to have her own body grow up. Then boys would look at her that special way, want to feel her. She thought about Shannon and her uncle. Shannon didn't have big tits, either, but her uncle didn't mind. Maybe men liked young girls because they were tight and firm, like Shannon claimed. Ashley sipped at the root beer and wondered what it would feel like to have a man's cock slide up into her body. She thought she'd like it. She thought about the night before, and what Gail had seen and heard. Wish I'd been there to see it myself, she thought wistfully. She couldn't help wondering if her sister was planning anything this morning. It was strange that she hadn't come along. It meant she and Daddy were alone in the cabin. Ashley smiled at the thought. She didn't think Gail would have nerve enough to do anything. Gail was a chicken when it came right down to it. Ashley was the more adventuresome of the two, bolder by far. When she wanted something, she went after it.

The more she thought about fucking, the more she was sure she wanted it. Ever since Shannon had told those stories, Ashley had thought about it often. The plans she and Gail made the previous night were very real to her. No matter what Gail did this morning, if she did anything at all, Ashley knew she was going to find out firsthand about fucking. With her father, or with her brothers, maybe all of them.

She saw the canoes pull into the landing across the road, and quickly finished her drink and started back to look for her brothers. She spotted Arnie right away but didn't see Jeff. When she reached her brother, he seemed surprised to see her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Where's Mom?"

"Cooling off in the bar," Ashley said bluntly.

Arnie laughed. "Jeff will be along in a little while. He's with the second group. Why don't you wait here for him, kid? I've got something I have to do before I go home." His glance went past her toward the root beer stand where the girl with the big tits was wiping her hands on her apron and watching them.

"Where ya goin'?" Ashley asked slyly.

Arnie didn't answer. He was already on his way across the road, and the girl was out of sight in back of the small stand some place. Ashley leaned against the dock post and waited to see what was up. A few seconds later, she saw Arnie and the girl come from behind the small building. Arnie's arm was around the girl's waist and they were walking very fast toward the grove of trees beyond the edge of the clearing.

From the way the girl looked at Arnie, it was apparent they knew each other. Ashley grinned, pushed herself from the post and sauntered after them. She had the feeling that if she followed them, she might see something interesting. The least they would do would be some heavy making out. Maybe he'd even do more; who knows?

When the couple vanished in the shadows of the trees, Ashley ran lightly so she wouldn't lose them. There was no path that she could see, and she didn't want to let them get too far ahead of her. Once beyond the fringe of the trees, she slowed down and listened. Ahead, she thought she could hear the light crunch of branches and leaves as they walked. She moved quickly but lightly so they wouldn't hear her.

Then she could hear their voices. Ashley stopped and listened to the low, murmuring sound. They weren't far now. She moved forward again on tiptoes.

Arnie and the girl were in a small clearing, standing in a tight embrace, mouths fused in a hot kiss. Arnie's hands were exploring the girl's ass, tugging at the white skirt of the uniform, inching it up. The girl's creamy tanned thighs came into view, and Arnie's hands were on them at once. He was pulling hard at her, pushing her crotch to his, bending his body so his cock hit right where her legs came together.

Ashley licked her lips and hunched down to watch. A moment later, Arnie pulled his lips from the girl's open mouth.

"C'mon, Jean, let's not waste any more time. God, I've been dreaming about fucking you ever since I left here last week." He was unzipping his jeans, pulling them down and off quickly. He wasn't wearing any shorts, and his heavy-hanging cock and balls coming into sight so quickly that they made Ashley gasp. She pressed her hand to her mouth and giggled softly. She didn't want them to hear her!

Jean unzipped the white uniform and stepped out of it. She tossed it over a branch of a bush nearby, then strained to unhook the bra at her back. Arnie watched her, grinning. Her huge tits jumped out of the white cupped cloth. They were bigger than Ashley had thought. They bounced and bumped against the girl's ribs. The huge dark circles at the ends of the domes were like painted silver dollars, and even from the distance of her hiding place, Ashley could see the hard pips of the nipples jutting out.

Arnie saw them, too. He skinned off his t-shirt in a quick motion and advanced to the girl while she was still pulling off the white nylon panties. He grabbed for the dangling melons of her breasts.

Jean squealed slightly, then stood up and pushed herself closer to the boy's groping hands. She closed her eyes and put her head back, caught in the delight of the moment as Arnie's big hands covered the ripe flesh of her tits and mashed at it.

"God, baby, let me at them..." Arnie pulled her with him to the ground, his hands cupping the full swelling of a tit and holding it so he could catch the nipple in his mouth. He sucked it ecstatically. Jean moaned softly and rolled her hips.

The girl's hands felt between their bodies for the penis she wanted. Her fist closed around it, grabbed it hard, pulled. It was already getting hard. Ashley could see the bulging red flesh ooze over the top of the girl's closed fist each time she pulled back on the cock. The head was a red mushroom cap, thick and heavy on the huge stem. Then the girl's hand began to move so fast that it was hard for Ashley to see much of the prick at all. Arnie made small groaning sounds as he sucked the girl's tit. He liked what she was doing to him. He liked it a lot.

Ashley filed the knowledge in her brain for future use.

Arnie's hand went down between the girl's legs, into the dark patch of hair at her crotch. The girl moved her feet and spread her cunt for him. From where she was, Ashley could see right up into the dark shadowy patch of hair. Then Arnie's hand closed over it. At first his fingers were curved over the whole area; then he began to pry at the folds and find an entry into her. Ashley heard the wet sound when he slipped his hand into her pussy.

They were both moaning now. Ashley knew it wouldn't be long until she saw them fuck. It wouldn't be long at all. She smiled and pressed her fists to her belly, into the bend of her body where she crouched. She felt something warm and strange between her legs, like when Shannon described what her uncle did to her.

Arnie pulled his mouth away from the succulent tit and gasped for air. "Jeez, I'm so fuckin' hot." He rolled the girl to her back on the soft grass. He was over her then, crawling between her spread legs.

Ashley held her breath as she watched him grab his cock and push it at the girl's cunt. For a second, Ashley saw the wet red lips part to accept the tool; then Arnie slammed his body hard at the girl and she raised her legs to wrap them around his body.

"Ohhhhh, fuck me, Arnie, fuck me!" The girl whimpered and cried as her body came up to meet each dive the boy made into her. Arnie's long blond hair flopped over his face as he drove his penis deep into the girl, pulled back and drove again. The wet smacking noises filled the small clearing and they made Ashley very excited. She quivered as her imagination put her in the girl's place...

"God Almighty, I'm gonna cum!!!" Arnie could hardly talk he was shoving it to her so hard.

"Yes, ohh, yessss, give it to me! Give it to me! Now! NOW!!" The girl's hands clawed at Arnie's naked back. The fingernails left tiny red trails on the deeply tanned muscular shoulders.

He didn't notice. Arnie felt the hot warning pain and the almost instantaneous shooting of his load. He felt the hot semen pour from his cock, fill Jean's cunt and wallow in its own juice. She came, too; he felt the tightening of her cunt around his organ, felt the thrust of her muscles on him, then the warm mingling flow of her juices. He drained himself in the lovely wet hole, a week's worth of cum-juice he'd been saving for her. It was several moments before he finally slowed and stopped. He fell on top of her, panting for air, his body bathed in sweat from the heat of his passion and the hot afternoon.

Ashley was so excited it was hard to sit still. She had heard their sounds of passion and watched the couple cum together in lust. She had seen it, seen even more than Gail had the night before in the summerhouse, because there were no shadows or darkness to hide the nude figures, the sex organs, the copulation. She had watched every bit of it, and now her breath was heavy in her chest as her own excitement would not die. It went far beyond the sights she had seen. The excitement was deep in her belly, the kind of needy feeling that talk of sex always brought to her. She recognized it for what it was, wanting to be fucked.

The couple lay in each other's arms, their bodies still joined together. Arnie had rolled sideways without letting go of the girl, and his cock was still in her cunt. It felt good to hold her close this way with her big tits hard against his chest. Jean reached out and stroked his ass slowly.

"Mmmmmm, that was nice, honey," she said. "It was a long week without you."

He pulled his head back slightly and grinned at her. "You mean you didn't screw around with anyone else while I was gone?"

She giggled softly. "Would it matter to you?" she asked.

He shrugged and let go of her so he could roll on his back. His wet cock slithered out of her pussy and flopped on his thigh. Ashley could see the thick white creamy moisture clinging to it. "I don't know. I guess not."

"You're such a goon about some things, Arnie!" Jean sat up and brushed her hair from her face. Her big tits bounced and jiggled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, sounding a little angry.

The girl laughed. "Of course, I screw around with other fellows. My god, you only come up here to see me once in a while. What the hell am I supposed to do the rest of the time?" She got up on her knees and spread her legs and looked between them. A heavy sludge of juice flowed from her cunt onto the grass. She grabbed toward the branch and snagged her uniform and dug in the pocket for a tissue. She began to wipe her cunt when the flow of semen and cunt juice stopped. Arnie watched her with interest. She tossed him another tissue and he wiped his cock with it.

Ashley was fascinated by the way he pulled back the loose foreskin on the organ and cleaned under it before pulling the skin up to cover the head. The foreskin was like a blanket wrapped around and over the organ, and Ashley hadn't realized how shielded the head was. She thought she could see the bulge where the ridge pushed at the loose skin, but she wasn't sure. Arnie let the penis flop against his balls and tossed the tissue into the bushes.

"I guess you're right, honey. I didn't mean to sound jealous. It's just that you're such a damned good lay, I'd like to keep you all to myself."

Jean laughed again. "I suppose you are an angel down at that lake place and in the city. No fucking around?" Her voice was teasing.

He grinned and got to his feet as she began to put her bra on. He grabbed his jeans and stepped into them. "Sure thing. Look, I'm gonna see if my old man will let me have the car some night this week. If I can get it, will you meet me? Maybe we can go some place and take our time."

She shrugged. "Better call me first."

He looked at her, then zipped his pants. "Yeah, well, it depends on if I get the car." He wasn't going to beg. There were plenty of other girls around.

A loud bell ringing shattered the quiet woods, and Ashley jumped up in fright. Jean quickly put on her pants, then the uniform. She pulled a comb from her pocket and raked it through her long blonde hair. "That's Harry," she said. "He rings that goddamned bell if things get busy and he needs me. I gotta run or he'll have my ass!" She turned and started toward Ashley.

Arnie grabbed her arm and turned her around so he could kiss her. "Save your ass for me, doll. I'll try to call you soon."

The girl nodded and pulled away, ran back towards the road. Ashley just had time to duck behind a huge pine tree so she wouldn't be seen. She waited until the girl was out of sight beyond the trees.

Arnie was shrugging his way into the t-shirt, and his face was covered with the cloth as she stepped into the clearing. When he jerked it down, he gaped at her.

"Ashley! What the hell are you doing here! I thought I told you to wait for Jeff." He broke off as he realized she must've seen him and Jean together.

Ashley smiled. "It's okay, Arnie; I won't tell anyone."

He stared at her, his mouth still open. Little snot. She had watched everything. She could really foul up things for him if she blabbed. Could he believe her? He squinted at her through narrowed eyes.

"I swear I won't, Arnie. Not as long as you're nice to me." Ashley said, grinning impishly. goddamned little snot. She was going to blackmail him by making him buy her candy bars or taking her out in the boat. He could see it now. He ought to put her over his knee and whale the shit out of her.

"Okay, kid. I'll be nice, and you keep your goddamned mouth shut, okay?"

"Okay."

"We'd better get back before Jeff and Mom come looking for us." He clamped his hand on her shoulder and headed for the road. He'd like to throttle her, but a few bucks' worth of candy or a few quick boat rides were a pretty small price to pay for her silence.

Ashley hid her smile. She'd made the deal; he'd agreed to it readily. Now she was going to make him teach her all the things she wanted to know, about sex!


All the way back to the cabin in the car, Ashley watched her brother as he sat beside their mother in the front seat. She couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful things that were going to happen soon. She felt all warm and squishy inside, remembering how delighted that blonde girl in the woods had been with Arnie. She thought about the plans she and Gail had made to try to get Daddy to fuck them, and she decided her new plan might be a quicker way to reach her goal. Daddy might take more persuasion to get naked and hot. After all, he was their father and he was older. If she used Arnie to teach her some good stuff, some things about fucking and making a man hot, she'd have a better chance with Dad later. She thought about Gail and wondered if she'd tried to get close to Daddy this morning. She doubted it. He was sleeping and probably wasn't even up yet. Besides, he'd fucked that girl last night and he probably wasn't so horny any more. Maybe, if she could find a way to get Arnie alone this afternoon, she could try to get to Daddy tonight... She wondered about telling her sister the new part of her plan and decided against it. It would be fun to get screwed before Gail! After all, it had been Ashley who knew about Shannon and her uncle, her idea to get Daddy to fuck them. No, she'd get both Arnie and Daddy; then she'd tell Gail after the fun was over. As she stared at her brother, she realized he wasn't bad-looking. She'd never thought of him as anything but a pesky big brother who was a pain in the ass, but now she could look at him with more interest. He was tall, almost as tall as their father. He had wide shoulders and a slim body, and big sex organs.

"What are you grinning about, Ashley?" Her brother, Jeff, sitting next to her in the back of the car, looked at her and frowned.

She tried to look noncommittal. "Nothing. Just thinking."

He shook his head as though calling her a dumb kid. Ashley shrugged and looked out the window. She caught a glimpse of Arnie as he turned and shot her a quick glance, but she didn't look at him. He'd know what it was all about when she made her move. She tried to imagine when and where it would happen. Her mind created pictures of the naked boy and herself, on the beach, in the lake, in a large silky bed... Actually her chance came sooner than she expected. As soon as they got home, the boys decided to go for a swim to cool off. Gail wasn't around the cabin and their father was lying in the sun in the yard. He got up and fixed drinks for him and Rebecca while the boys changed to their trunks.

Ashley got her swimsuit on and grabbed a towel and went to the dock before anyone saw her. She climbed in the back of the speedboat and lay down on the seat. From here, she could listen and watch her brothers. If there was a chance to be with Arnie she could move in any direction easily. The two boys swam far out into the lake, then back slowly. Jeff stood on the dock and let the water drip from his body for several minutes. Then he took his towel and headed back for the cabin. Arnie climbed into the speedboat and started the engine. He didn't see Ashley since the convertible top of the boat was up and she made sure she stayed far in the corner until the boat was way out in the water. Then she sat up and peeked over the top of the seat. Arnie loved the speedboat, liked to feel the wind on his face and the rushing air on his wet body. It was invigorating. He also liked the peace and quiet of the middle of the lake. He often took the boat out, anchored it in deep water, then lay in the sun on one of the seats that folded down. Ashley knew this, and she was counting on his doing it now. If he did, she would be ready. She hugged her arms to her flat chest and rocked happily. Arnie anchored the boat and began to put down the seat. He saw her then.

"What the hell are you doing here? For crying out loud, are you gonna follow me around all the time?"

Ashley grinned. "No."

"Well, I'm gonna get some sun, so don't pester me." He got the leather seat down and spread a towel so he could lie on it. He lay on his back and closed his eyes, face upturned to the sun and body glistening. Ashley sat on the other seat and looked at him.

He was wearing navy blue trunks that clung to his slim hips and ass like a second skin. She could see the large bulge where his sex organs were caught to one side and trapped under the tight cloth. She thought about how they'd looked this morning when he undressed for the girl...

She stared for several minutes before she moved closer and put her hand on his bulging cock. He jumped as though she'd burned him. "What the?..."

She grinned. He reached down and shoved her hand away. "Cut that out!" he said harshly.

Ashley grinned and let her hand fall to his naked thigh and linger there. He looked at her and frowned. She tightened the pressure on her fingers and pressed them into his warm flesh. He didn't move.

Ashley said, "You promised to be nice to me."

He still didn't say anything, just stared. She knew he was surprised, and she took advantage of it. Quickly she began to move her hand back toward his crotch. He raised his hand as if to shove her away again and she shook her head. "Let me," she said softly.

"What?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Let me touch it. I want to." Her small hand cupped over the soft mound and kneaded it gently.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was still in a state of shock. He watched his kid sister with wary eyes, wondering what the hell she was up to. He knew he should stop her, hit her hand off his cock and balls, but he was mesmerized by her actions. Her hand was warm and pleasant on him.

"Show it to me, Arnie."

"Huh?"

She nodded. "Take off the suit and show me. I want to see what it looks like up close. I couldn't see it so good this morning."

"You're crazy!" He gaped at her, stunned. But he still didn't move away from her touch. Dumb kid. It was some dumb kid trick or game, she couldn't be serious.

Her hand was still over his crotch, the fingers twitching slightly. He felt so warm even though the suit was still damp. Did she feel a stirring of the organ or was it her own imagination that made her think so? She moved her fingers and tried to slip one under the edge of tight cloth. He jerked his leg and moved his hand toward her.

"Cut it out!"

She shook her head. "No. I want to know a lot of things. I want you to show me lots of things, please?"

"You're just a kid..."

"What difference does that make?"

He laughed. "You gotta be kidding."

"Why? 'Cause I'm nine? I'm growing up, I want to know all about fucking and things like that."

His voice was hoarse and breathy. "Go ask Mom."

She shook her head. "I don't mean those things. I know that stuff. I want to know the real stuff, like what to do and how it feels to be fucked."

"You're crazy!" It was barely a whisper.

Her finger slid under the cloth and poked at the warm, soft mound of his cock. "Am I?"

"Jeeeeezzz!"

She used her free hand to slip the straps of her one-piece suit off her shoulders and pull the garment down over her thin body. He watched with wide, wondering eyes. Her flat chest with the small dark circles of the nipples came into his view. He tried to look away, but something stopped him. He couldn't tell if it was the shock or the way she kept feeling his cock with her warm hand. His guts rumbled and he felt a twitch deep in them.

"Please, Arnie, at least let me see and feel you so I know what it's like."

He sat and stared, paralyzed by a strange feeling that was completely new to him. He'd never had anything like this happen before. He'd fooled around with girls, fucked plenty of them even. But no one had ever deliberately done things like this to him. He sat and waited, listened to her soft voice beg him...

"Take off the suit, huh? I'll take off mine, and you can tell me stuff and show me."

He felt himself nodding in agreement. His mind was caught in the vise of wonder, and he let her tug his trunks down over his hips. He got up and took them off and dropped them to the floor of the boat. At the same time she stood up and skimmed off the skimpy one-piece suit she wore and kicked it aside with her foot.

He looked at her as he sat down again. She was undeveloped. Her flat chest showed no signs of tits yet. Her crotch was barren of hair. Yet there was something enticing about her naked flesh, something he couldn't explain but which he could not deny. She sat next to him on the flat cushions that now formed a narrow cot. Her hand went to his crotch.

Her fingers covered his limp prick and moved on it. He felt a twitch deep in his guts and the organ jerked under her palm. She smiled and moved her hand on it some more, lifting it and looking at the thick soft column of flesh. Her mouth was open a little and her tongue flicked over her lips. Arnie's breath caught in his throat. She raised the penis and examined his balls, rubbing her hand over the light haze of hair that covered them. He stared as she traced the line that separated the balls, feeling it and touching the corrugated skin carefully, savoring the smooth, yet wrinkled, texture. Her fist closed around his cock and she tugged at the long, loose foreskin that completely covered his cockhead, and even hung over it almost a full inch. The first few times, it made him shiver slightly as the threatening excitement began to boil in his belly. Then she pulled more vigorously, yanking the noose of skin all the way back and making the head of his cock pop out of its covering cocoon. He felt the instant response of his organ as it began to fill with need and grow in her hand. Ashley's heart was pounding as Arnie took off the swim trunks. She was so close to him she could see the tightly curled hairs at his crotch come into view as he pulled the blue cloth down. She quickly jerked her own suit off and kicked it aside. When he sat down, she sat close to him, pressing her naked thigh against his, and immediately putting her hand to the wonder of the naked crotch. Wow! His cock was so warm and soft in her hand. She closed her fingers over it and felt it. It was delightful, a hidden promise of pleasure. Shivers ran through her and she could feel a funny tight feeling across her chest, as if some thick, sluggish liquid were trying to fill her young breasts. It felt as if the tiny nipples of her tits were going to explode. When she glanced down at them, she saw that the little pips of flesh were straining out and hard. She licked her lips, moved her hand over her brother's cock. She saw the soft sac of his balls, and was amazed to see that it, too, showed a thin haze of hair. But it was the skin that fascinated her most. It was ridged, like wrinkled prunes, but it was so incredibly smooth and soft! She cupped the sac in her palm and squeezed gently. Arnie made a funny noise in his throat, but he didn't pull away from her.

She squeezed again and found the full, hard cores inside the loose skin, like twin golf balls hidden under the fleshy skin. She smiled and rolled them in her palm. Arnie made another noise. She moved her hand along the pale whiter line that seemed to separate the balls, traced it all the way up his cock. Her fist gripped the tumescent organ and began to love it. She pulled the loose skin down and watched the red eye of the head peek at her. She pulled up and covered it, winking it out. The second time she pulled harder and saw a bulge of glossy red skin emerge. It excited her, made her breath come faster and her belly tighten in anticipation. She felt a wetness between her legs again, like she had the day before when she watched Arnie fuck the girl in the woods. She was getting excited, and she liked the feeling very much. She pulled harder on the tool, which was now becoming fuller and thicker in her fist. This time the head of his cock snapped out of the tube of skin in desperate need. The gleaming, glistening skin caught the light and seemed to glisten brighter. The head mushroomed out from the thick stem, ridged with a layer of smooth, glossy flesh shaped like a cap. The tiny slit at the top oozed a drop of wetness. On the underneath side, Ashley saw the thin band of skin that seemed to hold the cap to the longer stem of the tool and she could see it pull as she held her tight fist so the foreskin was stretched to its limit. The drop of moisture gathered, broke and spread over the tip of the now-hard shaft. Ashley was breathing hard. The boat rocked gently on the lapping waves. It was very quiet out in the middle of the lake. No other boats were nearby, and the two siblings were alone in their nudity and need. Ashley bent her thin young body and opened her mouth to take the cock between her lips.

Arnie gasped. "Holy Christ!" She was licking, and sucking him! He felt her hot mouth close over him, wrap around his fucking cock and lap up the dribbles of cock juice he was already forcing out. He knew he should stop her, push her away, make her put her goddamned clothes back on and take her home, but he couldn't move. She was licking and lapping at him like crazy.

Ashley's mouth was filled with his prick and it tasted sweet yet sweet. She licked off the dribbles of wetness, sucked and tried to get more from the prick. Shannon had told her about doing this. Shannon's uncle said it drove him crazy. Shannon said she liked it, too. Ashley liked it very much. She could feel the thick cap of smooth flesh under her lips and tongue, feel the hard shaft of the cock itself beyond. She moved her open mouth faster and harder on the lovely prick.

"Holy shit!" Arnie felt his guts knot. She was getting him hot! His own kid sister was driving him out of his bird! He grabbed her head and shoved her harder and faster onto his throbbing prick, trying to sink it all the way into her fucking mouth. God, he was hot!

Ashley felt a hot spurt of juice between her legs. She was getting hot and sexy, all squishy inside. She had to feel this big, thick dick up in her cunt. She let go, but he was holding her head and she couldn't pull from his grip. He liked what she was doing and he didn't want her to stop. She sighed and sucked him harder. But she wanted something, too, and she would not give up. When she felt his grip on her hair relax, she jerked her head up and looked at him.

"Aagghh!!" he protested.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Arnie! I have to feel it go up inside my cunt." She was scrambling over him, pushing him down as she climbed onto his crotch.

"No..." His protest was feeble. His ramrod cock stood up from the nest of crotch hair like a flagpole. She was crawling over it, her legs spread. He saw the thick white mound of her pubic flesh. His heart pounded against his ribs. His loins ached with a hot wildfire of need. She put her hands down to her own crotch and spread the thick lips. He gasped and reached for her enticing cunt.

She was so smooth and silky. The thick lips parted under his huge tanned hands; the ruby-red wetness of the inner labia came into sight. His mouth watered. Ashley braced herself on the side of the boat, leaning over him, panting for breath.

"Do it, Arnie, do it."

"Jeeeezz! Let me lick it!" He grabbed her, pulled her so she was over his head.

She came down easily onto his waiting, open mouth. His tongue lapped over the juicy-wet lips, sucking up the nectar of her young body. His tongue found her baby clit and began to lash at it. Her whole body jerked and shivered, and her hips moved passionately. The kid was hot! She was hot for fucking! The thought drove him crazy. His cock was ready to explode. He shoved her back then, forcing her over his erect tool again and pulling her body down so the hot tip touched her flesh.

Ashley whimpered. She was excited and a little scared. She wanted him to finish what she had started, wanted to feel this hot poker shove up into her. But it looked so big and thick, It had filled her mouth, what would it do to her cunt? Was she big enough to take him?

The tip of the dribbling cock touched her and she gasped aloud. She was shaking now, shaking all over. She let him guide her onto the spear.

"Don't be scared, kid, easy does it, oh, my god!"

The thick, jutting shaft of hot flesh poked into the wet lips of her pussy. Ashley held her breath. Arnie felt the tight hole and almost shot his load. God, it was tight and hot and good, a virgin, a virgin kid, jeeeezzzz! He pulled her down gently, forcing his cock to penetrate the tiny opening. She whimpered and her eyes were wide, watching him intently, betraying her hot lust. She wanted him to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He pulled her hips and forced her harder. He felt the stiff membrane of her hymen. A fucking virgin! God, he was hot. He pulled his lips back in a tight smile.

"Easy baby, easy god, yeah, ooooohhh."

"Arnie, aaaaahhhhhh, oooowwww!"

"It'll only hurt for a second, relax, I've got to break through your cherry."

"Yeeeessss, oooohhhh, aaaaaggghhh!!"

It popped, and a tearing pain shot through Ashley's cunt. But it gave way to an immediate flood of hot joy and need. She cut off the cry of pain and moaned in ecstasy instead. Arnie jerked her hard and forced his way into her cunt. The thick, hard prick slammed up into the hot, hugging tunnel, filling it and poking hard at the far end, distending the wall of thick muscle to accommodate the extremely large tool. She almost went out of her mind.

The hot lust consumed her. New feelings she had never dreamed possible raced through her and overflowed. She tried to tell him, but no words would form on her tongue. Only sounds of delight and passion came.

"Aaahhhhhh, mmmmm!!"

"Fuck, baby, move it, this way." He jerked at her body and put it in motion.

A moment later she had the beat and needed no help. She could feel the hard shaft of flesh deep in her belly, feel the hot, dribbling tip score against the bottom of the firepit, feel the hard pressure on her clit each time she scraped over his crotch hair and pressed her body to his. She came down, half-lying over him. His hips came up to meet each thrust. Her face was above his, her mouth open and panting. His eyes were half-closed in agony-ecstasy. She could see his red tongue beyond the gate of his white even teeth.

Her belly was on fire. She felt a hardening, a tension that surpassed anything she had ever felt before. Something was going to happen to her, she was going to cum! She knew it as surely as she knew he was going to ejaculate his heavy load of hot fuck juice into her! Her body quivered. He opened his eyes and his mouth. A low growl-like moan came from his lips. His hands pulled her hips; his cock stabbed into her hot cunt.

"Christ! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum...!"

"Oooooohhh, yeeeeessss going, to, cum, too." She shoved her whole body at him then, driving herself onto the exploding cock with a fury of lust and need. She felt his hot load of semen spurt into her, and the force of it triggered the huge wave of her first orgasm. She felt the undulating, rocking waves wash through her belly, stream out from the point of contact where his hard male flesh touched her female softness. The waves radiated down her legs, making her tingle and throb. She shoved her cunt to him again and again until she was weeping with joy. He pushed up at her until he was drained of cum-juice and energy.

He lay very still, and she collapsed atop him, her young tits hard on his chest, her deflowered cunt wet and hot on his flaccid cock. She buried her face in his shoulder and let her tears of joy dampen his sweaty shoulder. The boat rocked gently on the quiet waves.


Arnie felt the warm air and the warm child on his skin. With great effort, he pushed himself up, forcing Ashley to climb off his cock. He was still quivering with the radiating pleasure of his orgasm. It had been wild and wonderful, wiping out all thoughts of doubt about wanting his kid sister sexually. She had done something to and for him that he'd never felt before, and now he grinned at her as she scrambled from his lap.

"God!" He shook his head in wonder.

"Oh, Arnie, it was wonderful, I loved it! Mmmm, can we do it again?"

"Christ, I'm pooped!" He stared at her in wonder.

She giggled. "I don't mean right now, silly! Another time, maybe later today or tomorrow, any time!" Her face was radiant, her eyes a little glassy.

Arnie wiped his hand over his mouth. "Shit, I don't know."

"You liked it, too; I know you did!"

He couldn't deny that. He smiled at her. "You'd better believe it! God! How did you ever learn to fuck like that? You were a virgin; I had to break your hymen, but you came on like wow! I've never had any girl fuck me better!"

"Really?" She glowed under the compliment. "Maybe it was because I was so tight; you know, small and not spread out from lots of screwing around."

He laughed. "You really surprise me, Ashley. Where the hell did you learn so goddamned much? You been reading books or something?"

She laughed softly. "Sort of. And girl talk."

"Girl talk! Hell, you're not even ten yet! What kind of girls do you know!" He stared at her.

She laughed again. "You'd be surprised. One of my girl friends started fucking months ago, she told me a lot."

He shook his head. "God! Grade school swingers!"

"What difference does it make as long as we liked it?" Ashley smiled at him and let her hand move to his warm thigh in a caress. His leg quivered and he lifted her hand.

"Don't do that, kid."

"Why not?"

"God Almighty! We're sitting in a goddamned boat in the middle of the goddamned lake! Anyone could come along."

She giggled. "You didn't think about that a little while ago." She reached for him again and he grabbed her wrist.

"Listen, I'm not kidding. We could both be in real trouble if anyone sees us. It was a dumb, crazy thing to do, and we've got to cut it out. Now." He put her hand back in her own lap and reached for his swim trunks, which lay tangled on the boat floor. He shook them out and started to pull them on. "Get your suit on before someone comes by."

"I'm all slippery."

"Shit, I never thought about that." He looked around and found a small cloth. He handed it to her. "Use this to wipe up some of it. When we get back in, you can go for a swim and that will take care of the rest of it."

He watched as she bent forward and started to clean herself with the rag. She inspected the thick white creamy sludge that was moving slowly along the inner side of her leg. It fascinated her and she poked her fingers in it and rubbed them together. "I never knew it would be so heavy," she said in awe. She had covered her hand with it now and she raised it to her nose to sniff it. "Mmm, smells male." She grinned impishly and put out her tongue to taste it. "sweet."

"Crazy kid." But he was fascinated by her eagerness and openness. She wanted to learn everything she could about sex, and she just did what she wanted to do. He felt a tight pull of lust forming in his guts, and he looked away. Christ, he couldn't let her start him again. He couldn't risk it, god! If anyone saw him fucking his own kid sister there'd be all hell to pay. Sure, he wanted her, but from now on he was going to be damned careful where he had her. This fucking lake was almost in public. He was sweating now thinking about what might have happened.

"Put your suit on," he said gently. He stood up and pulled his trunks over his nude torso. Ashley grinned and worked her way into the small suit and pulled the straps over her thin shoulders.

"Throw the rag overboard," he instructed.

She did, and he pulled up the seat and sat behind the wheel. The engine started at the flick of the key and the boat was purring toward the dock. The wind on his face took away some of the heat and Arnie hoped his excitement wouldn't show by the time they got home. Christ, if his old man ever found out, he'd kill him! His own sister! He chewed at his lip to hide his grin. He didn't want the kid to know how much he'd liked it. Jeez, his balls still ached when he thought of that tight little snatch. He'd have to play it very cool, but he knew he wanted to have Ashley again, often. He was more than willing to teach the kid anything she wanted to know. Holy Christ! She was teaching him something! He steered the boat to the dock and threw the line over the mooring post. No one was around, and that suited him fine. He hopped out and let Ashley climb out alone. He didn't dare touch her, not the way he felt about her. Christ, he had all he could do to keep his cock from getting a hardon just thinking about her. He walked to the end of the dock and dove into the water. The cool water flowed over his body and he swam with long, swift strokes underwater as far as he could before his lungs were bursting and he was forced to surface. He blew water from his face and looked toward shore. Ashley was swimming close to the dock. He paddled around in the deep spot until she had climbed out of the lake and wrapped a towel around her and gone up to the house. Then he swam lazily in.

In the cabin, Gail was in the bedroom when Ashley entered. She had deliberately gone off when she heard the car returning from Wakefield. She hadn't wanted to face Ashley and tell her that she had gotten into bed with Daddy. Ashley would be mad because she had acted alone and before her. Well, it was only right; after all, she was older, so she should be first. It was fair. Now when her sister entered in her wet suit, Gail said hi and turned back to the magazine she was reading. Ashley was strangely quiet, but Gail was glad of it. When Ashley had changed out of her swimsuit, Gail tossed the magazine aside and smiled.

"Did you have a good time in town?"

Ashley shrugged. "Sort of. You should've come along."

Gail grinned, then quickly tried to look serious. "I didn't feel like the long ride. It's too hot. I went swimming." She looked away so her sister couldn't read anything in her face. Ashley was looking at her strangely, almost as though she suspected the secret. If she asked, Gail wouldn't be able to lie, but she didn't want to volunteer any information. Besides, she hadn't succeeded totally. Daddy had stopped too soon. Gail needed one more time with him. Would she be able to get him alone some place tonight? The idea made her smile and shiver slightly. Ashley watched her sister and wondered what she was up to. She looked guilty about something, but instinctively Ashley knew that it was not getting fucked that her sister was hiding. Ashley knew she would be able to tell by looking at Gail if she had gotten to their father. No, that wasn't it, at least not all of it. Maybe she had tried? That could be it? But tried and failed. Ashley couldn't resist the temptation to bait her sister, flaunt her own success at her.

"There was something..."

Gail looked at her. "Yeah? What?"

"Arnie's got a girl in town. He screwed her."

"What?"

Ashley grinned and nodded, the good news too much to hold back now. "Yep. He got back before Jeff, and Mom was cooling off at the bar so I followed Arnie and the girl. He took her in the woods and fucked her!" Ashley's voice was a hoarse whisper.

Gail sat up and leaned toward her sister. "You're kidding!"

Ashley shook her head. "Honest. They took off all their clothes and he fucked her there in the woods, in a little clearing. I was only a few feet from them and I saw everything. And I mean everything!"

Gail forgot her own secret in the excitement of hearing these details. "What happened?"

"They kissed and he started feeling her legs and ass; then he said he was too hot to wait. They got their clothes off and he pulled her down to the ground. He said he was so fucking hot he wanted her right away."

"Did they do it, then?"

Ashley sat on Gail's bed and leaned close. "They felt each other first. Arnie sucked her big tits and she found his cock and pumped at it. God, it was so big and thick! Even from where I was hiding I could see the wet stuff ooze out of it. Then he put his hand in her cunt and played with her. They were rolling all over, hot and sexy." She paused.

"Go on!" Gail punched at her arm.

"Then they did it."

"Tell me how, tell me everything!"

"He rolled her onto her back and got between her legs. God, he was so big; you should've seen it! He pushed it at her and she lifted her legs, and that was it, he was in. I could see his balls whacking against her ass and see the wet red lips of her cunt as he slid in and out of her."

Gail hugged her belly and moaned with imagined delight. She wished she had been witness to the scene her sister was describing. She listened breathlessly while Ashley gave details of the fucking session, telling her how it sounded, what the two people said, what it looked like.

When Ashley told about the date Arnie tried to make with the girl, Gail sighed. "Gosh, I'd sure like to see them."

Ashley sighed and shrugged. "I don't care about that any more."

Gail looked at her suspiciously. "What does that mean?"

Ashley smiled, unable to suppress the bubbling excitement at the prospect of telling her sister of her deflowering. She glanced toward the door to make sure it was closed, then leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"I went into the clearing after the girl left. Arnie knew I saw..."

"What?" Gail almost shouted.

"Shhhh, for pete sake; someone will hear us."

"You told him you