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Robert Lubrican

Foreword

Throughout my writing career there have been many times I sat back from the keyboard and thought, "Nobody will read this crap." My very kind readers have proven me wrong again and again, and I haven't worried too much about it for the last five or six years. That said, while I was writing this book, that thought came to me again. I don't usually do this kind of foreword, but it seemed appropriate this time, so here we are.

There will come a time, (fairly late) in this story, where the average person, from the average town, will sit back in his or her chair and mutter, "Give me a break. Nobody would do that. That kind of town just doesn't exist."

I'm not asking you to suspend your disbelief about small town America. I'm asking you to think about it. The vast majority of Americans are raised in towns and cities. For purposes of this reflection, I'm saying there must be four or five hundred souls in a community before it's called a "town". Recent census data puts the share of towns in America with fewer than 10,000 population at 9% of the total. Now scale that down to my arbitrary 500 population number, and it would probably be less than two percent, most likely. But to put that in context, that means there are roughly 700,000 people living in very small, isolated towns.

What I'm asking you to do is imagine you live somewhere where you literally know everybody, and everything about them, and they all know you just as well. There's nothing to do, from the vantage point of the (few) teenagers in town. There are few, if any job prospects. Most young people try to escape. You've all seen the movies about the girl who runs away from such a town to go to Hollywood, or Nashville, or New York, where she expects to make her mark and then ends up as a hooker. Think about it. Where do all those hookers come from? Chances are they're not groomed for the profession for years and then step into what they think of as an upwardly mobile profession. The hooker population comes from women who are desperate to eat, plain and simple.

The census also reports that rural areas are becoming more and more depopulated, as young people migrate to urban areas, seeking to "make their fortune". It's reasonable to believe that those left behind may become desperate to find ways out, seeking opportunities denied them where they grew up.

My point is, such small, insulated communities exist. I'm not making them up. I may have taken a little license in terms of the mercenary nature of the "courting" that will be described, but that's all. Girls in such towns can be desperate to find a man, and desperation is the mother of weird behavior.

All I'm asking you to do is think about the plight of kids who grow up in a tiny place with no real future to offer, if they stay there. And, if there are no resources available to go elsewhere (without resorting to prostitution) then imagine what you might be willing to do to secure a better life for yourself. Or for your child.

Just think about it. Maybe then what I write about won't seem so bizarre.

Bob

Foreword P.S.

I have tried to write from a female perspective before. I got good feedback on that. In this book, however, I try to write from the viewpoint of three women in particular who have very different personalities, and two or three other women in general. Again, being a man, I have no freaking clue as to whether I'm being reasonable in the way I present these women's thoughts and reactions.

However ... in that world where, given enough time, a chimpanzee sat at a typewriter could theoretically reproduce the works of Shakespeare, I figure it's just as possible that I understood these women enough to pull this off.

And, by the way, my proofreader is all woman, and Michelle said I did okay.

Bob

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Chapter One

On a balmy summer night, in a little mid-western town, the lives of three teenage siblings were poised to change in both dramatic and permanent ways.

None of the kids would have said anything really dramatic was going on. Exciting, perhaps. Thrilling, perhaps. Wild and a little dangerous, perhaps. But not dramatic or life-changing.

Bobby, Julie, and Barbie Carpenter were on a triple date in the family van. While that might seem strange or unusual to someone outside their family, none of them perceived it as being odd at all. Triple dating was the norm, for this family. It was something required, in fact, if the two girls were involved. The father of this little family had decided that big brother would chaperone his little sisters on dates until he graduated from high school and went to college.

That might also seem strange to an outsider, but a review of how they all got to this balmy night might make things more understandable.

Bob Carpenter met Olivia Radcliff in college. Practically everything about them was as normal as normal could be. They dated, fell in love, and then got married. She graduated with a degree in early childhood education, and he got his sheepskin in history. Both found jobs in the same little mid-western town, which had a hard time luring teachers to low-paying salaries.

With little money, and few entertainment options to spend it on anyway, they did what many other young couples have done. They had sex. They had a lot of sex. It wasn't unusual for them to have sex three or four times a day, every day.

As a somewhat expected result, Olivia got pregnant, and had a son. They named him Robert Junior, but called him Bobby. They continued having lots of sex and a year later Olivia delivered a girl. As Bobby suckled one breast, and little Julie drank lustily from the other, the young couple counted the blessings they had. Both children were good babies, and good siblings. A year later, after lots more sex, another girl baby came along. This one, they named Barbie, after Olivia's grandmother, who was named Barbara.

This time, when Olivia was able to have lots more sex, there were two differences. One was that they decided three was enough, so she went on the pill. The other was that somehow, three was a lot harder than taking care of two, so she was tired more often and less interested in sex anyway.

It turned out she wasn't tired from taking care of three kids. She was tired because she had a type of cancer of the blood, and her body made too many of the wrong kind of white blood cells. Being young and what they both thought of as healthy, she didn't go to the doctor regularly, and didn't have lab tests done regularly. These lab tests would have caught the disease in time for something to be done about it, but she didn't have them and by the time it became obvious something was wrong and she did go to a doctor, it was too late. The medical folks tried hard, but she died before their treatments could halt the progression of her disease.

Bob was devastated, but he had to soldier on. Neither he nor Olivia had family, which was one of the things that drew them together in the first place. So Bob was basically on his own. Bobby, Julie, and Barbie were 4, 3, and 2 years old, respectively, when they lost their mother. All of them knew something was wrong, but the impact on them wasn't as awful as what Bob felt. Olivia had filled his heart, which was now gapingly empty. His children eventually took up all that empty space, though, and he never looked for another woman to be in love with.

Being a daddy was pretty instinctive for Bob. It helped that the kids all liked each other and played well, most of the time. There was a small tendency for the older two to gang up on Barbie, but Barbie was sharp and somehow learned how to be devious. For the most part, though, the kids did basically everything together. Most things, up to this point in time, had been engaged in together, with no reference to age. When the kids wanted a tree house, for example, all of them helped Bob build it, and it was designed such that all three could access it without help. It wasn't so much an intentional nod to young Barbie being included, as it was the normal thought process that said all three kids should be involved in whatever was going on. The only proviso Bob made was to tell Bobby, on multiple occasions, to "take care of your sisters."

The first real competition among the siblings, in fact, didn't surface until Bobby's driver license (and driving experience) was a year old and he was allowed to go on dates in the family car. That was something that was both planned by his father, and which resulted in something Bob would never have even dreamed might one day happen. The car was a mini-van, something that was purchased as soon as it became known that Barbie was on her way. It was just too much trouble to try to fit a big family into a sedan. When Olivia passed, Bob saw no reason to downsize. He planned to (and did) take his kids to see some of America's breathtaking scenery, and the van gave them plenty of room to travel in comfort.

We're not talking romance machine, here. There were three rows of seats, and none of them could be configured to make a bed. It was just your normal soccer mom type vehicle, and Bob felt like it would be safe and protect his son in the event of an accident. That was the "planned" part of Bob's thought process.

The girls didn't like it when Bobby went off alone with a girl. They had both gone to well-chaperoned school dances, where being next to a boy was exciting, but also awkward and uncomfortable. It wasn't fair that he got to go do something that was mysterious and mystical in their minds, but no doubt fun and exciting. They petitioned their father constantly to be allowed to go on dates, too. His routine response for about a year was, "I'm thinking about it." This is a good example of how a father can discriminate against some of his children, while feeling somehow justified to do so. Letting Bobby go out alone with a girl was very different in his mind than letting his daughters be alone with some horny boy.

Parents often say, "If I had known then what I know now, things would have worked out a lot better." Lots of people say that, in fact. It's normal and inevitable as well, because when we're young we haven't learned a lot of the lessons that will change our lives in the future. In Bob's case, though, it was more a case of cultural ignorance that led him to come up with a solution to his nagging daughters. Bob taught history at the high school level, and his classes were normally filled with juniors and seniors. He was familiar with the "hormonal situation" with kids in that age range. Because he had nothing to do with students until they were at the 11th grade level, the only thing he knew about kids younger than that was what he knew about his own kids. In this case, it was his own daughters. And they weren't full of raging hormones of the type that he fondly remembered sharing with Olivia.

His little girls weren't horny sluts, like some of the girls he interacted with in his classes. So if they were allowed to go on dates in the company of their big brother, all together in the family van, then nothing could get out of control. It might even keep Bobby's hormones at a manageable level.

After all, what could he do in front of his sisters? He couldn't do much of anything, except maybe exchange a few kisses. He'd be too afraid they'd tattle on him.

It was a rational, logical assessment. Seventeen-year-olds, like Bobby, were interested in sex and needed to be managed. But fifteen and sixteen-year-olds weren't there yet. His own daughters certainly hadn't displayed any interest in having a steady boyfriend. They didn't dress in sexy clothes. They simply didn't appear - to Bob - to have started exploring sex.

In Bob's defense, we must remember it was a small town, with a slow-paced lifestyle, and little crime. Girls weren't popping up pregnant all over the place. Most parents in town, in fact, thought that the dates their children went on were only mildly passionate.

And, for the most part, the kids in town were only mildly passionate when they got some privacy. They were as normal as the town they lived in. Of course "normal" can be a relative term, so perhaps we should define "normal" before the story proceeds. In this case, "normal" means kissing, and boys trying to cop a feel, and girls maybe letting the boy touch and see her naked breasts. In a minority of cases, a girl might let a boy put his mouth on her breasts, and in a small minority of cases, the sky was the limit.

Which brings us to that balmy night in June when Bobby was out with a girl named Sheryl Bennington, Julie's date for the night was Danny Caldwell, and Barbie was on a date with Nathan Bisby.

It wasn't the first time the kids had triple dated. They had done this five or six times previously, in fact, and it had been perceived as successful in a 'if-this-is-the-only-way-we-can-do-this-then-I-guess-I-can-put-up-with-it' kind of way. There was a bowling alley in town, which was where almost everybody hung out. The five summer league softball teams provided a lot of entertainment, and walks could be taken beyond the brightly lit field. Bobby had kept an eye on his sisters, who had behaved themselves. When they were in the van, parked somewhere, there had been more soft talking than kissing. And kissing was all that had happened, since the girls hade come along on Bobby's dates.

Until this night.

Sheryl, it seemed, was in that very small minority of girls who let boys do a lot, while making out. She had let them do so much, in fact, that she'd missed her last period and was convinced her life would be over when her mother found out. Before she learned this, she'd broken up with Tim Hoskins, who promptly started going out with Linda Finley. They were a couple, now, and in any case, the last person she wanted to be forced to marry was Tim Hoskins, even if he was the father of the baby. Then Bobby Carpenter had asked her out on a date. Bobby was a much better prospect, in terms of being a life mate. His dad was her history teacher, and seemed like a nice enough guy, for a geezer. More importantly, he wouldn't want a scandal, so if she went to him and said Bobby got her pregnant, he wouldn't make a fuss.

Sheryl, like some young girls, believed her fantasies could become reality with no bumps or burps along the way. That was why she got pregnant in the first place. She believed she wouldn't get pregnant and since she believed that, she ignored reality.

Sheryl's "plan" took a hit when she got into Bobby's van (Yay! A van! There will most certainly be a bed!) and found it to be occupied by his two sisters and their childish dates. She persevered, though, and, once they left the bowling alley, she convinced Bobby to park at the far end of the teacher parking lot at school, where it was almost dark, and commenced to try to get Bobby's penis in her vagina. It needed to happen as soon as possible, because she was already at least a month pregnant.

The van had bucket seats in the front. Sheryl looked in the back and determined nothing back there would meet her needs, so she told Bobby she wanted to go for a walk. When he got out and closed his door, she stayed where she was long enough to turn to those in the back and say, "You mind your own business and keep your eyes inside this van. Do you understand?" In Sheryl's fantasy all four of them back there were terrified of her "elder" status, and would obey her without question.

It was a short walk. At the edge of the parking lot, where somebody had quite recently mowed the grass into a flat, soft looking carpet, she stopped. She pulled Bobby down, and commenced to let him get away with anything he tried.

As a virgin, who had been hamstrung by the presence of his little sisters on dates, Bobby didn't try much. He hadn't minded all that much, really. It was nerve-wracking to try to slide your hand here, or there, while worrying about how a girl was going to react. If she blew up, the date was over and so were the prospects for another one with that girl. Their school wasn't running over with girls to choose from. If you didn't try that stuff, and just kissed, it could be a ton of fun. So, that's what Bobby did.

After at least five minutes had gone by, during which all Bobby did was French kiss her, Sheryl took matters in to her own hand and pulled his hand up to where the only thing that separated it from her naked breast was the thickness of her T shirt.

In fairly short order, the shirt was pulled up and Bobby got his first feel of soft, warm, naked breasts. Her hand urged his to explore inside her loose shorts, as well.

It was at that point that Sheryl's fantasy took its first mortal hit. None of the kids in the car were afraid of Sheryl Bennington in any way, shape, or form. About all they'd done, in fact, since she and Bobby left the van, was watch them. It was fascinating to all the younger kids. Eventually, Danny whispered, "That looks like fun," and his hand brushed Julie's right breast. It looked like fun to Julie, too, so she kissed Danny and let him cop a feel. She liked Danny. He was funny, and cute.

It wasn't long before Nathan and Barbie played monkey see, monkey do.

Not long after that, the teens in the van saw Sheryl take her shirt off. They didn't know it, but she was also moaning in Bobby's lips that she was on fire, and that she wanted more. Her hand was squeezing his hard cock through his pants when she said it.

Bobby was feeling overwhelmed. He wasn't stupid. She was obviously willing to let him fuck her. Had she spaced all this out over two or three dates, she might have gotten exactly what she wanted, but it was a little fast for Bobby. He had asked her out because there were rumors that you could get farther with her than with other girls, but he wasn't ready to go quite that far. Unlike Sheryl, Bobby did think about the risk of pregnancy, and he hadn't come prepared to go that far. Bobby had yet to procure his first condom, and anyway, his sisters were right over there in the van.

It was for that reason that he suddenly broke apart from her and stood up. He didn't know what to say. This was very awkward. So he simply went back to the van to check on his sisters.

When he rolled the passenger side door back, the dome lights lit up Danny Caldwell's hand in Julie's cargo shorts, and Barbie's pink nipples, exposed because her shirt and bra were pushed up to her neck. Four pasty, white, guilty faces turned toward Bobby.

Chaos and rage ended the date. Bobby took all of his non-family-members home. The chaos settled down - initially - but the rage persisted.

Bobby's anger was complicated. He was angry with himself for being too chicken to go all the way with Sheryl. He was angry at his sisters for being sluts. He was angry with himself for characterizing them as sluts, particularly since they raged at him about if he could do it, why couldn't they do it, and he didn't have a good argument to come back with. They were angry that he thought he was the boss of them. They were further unhappy that he had interrupted what had been very exciting and interesting, a vast departure from the relatively staid dates they'd had in the past.

To boil it all down, though, while Bobby wasn't aware of it in a conscious way, his real anger was that those guys had touched his sisters ... who were his, in some abstruse, undefined way. And as far as the girls were concerned, what Bobby could do to stupid outside girls, he had to accept would be done to them by stupid, outside boys.

It might have blown over, had not Bobby's anger been so great that he did something that couldn't be undone. Had he cooled his jets, twenty years later they could have all sat around reminiscing about this date and laughed together.

But Bobby was royally pissed off. He told the girls they had to tell their father what they had done, and that if they didn't do that voluntarily, he was going to rat them out. They sassed back that if he ratted on them, they'd just rat on him. He went into pornographic detail of what he planned to tell their father, and by the time they parked the van, both girls were terrified of what Bobby might say, and raced each other to be the first to confess their sins and seek absolution.

Thus it was that chaos returned to vex the family again.

Bob was totally blindsided by the uproar that his living room became. Anticipating a much longer period of quiet solitude, Bob had skipped supper, stripped down to his boxers and poured himself four fingers of reasonably good Scotch. He'd sat back in his recliner and turned on an action film on Netflix. It was way too violent to let the kids see. There was maybe an inch left in his glass and he had just decided he shouldn't have skipped supper, because he was d-d-d-drunk, when two loud, babbling girls rushed in and tried to talk over each other. Julie actually climbed onto his lap in her attempt to be first and her knees sank down between the arms of the chair and his outer thighs.

The mayhem pummeled his tipsy mind for fifteen seconds until he yelled, "STOP!"

Julie stopped, because he'd basically yelled right in her face, but Barbie went on. That was when Bob heard the words "bare breast" and he jerked his mind away from trying to establish order. He did look at his younger daughter and yell, "Stop!" again, but it only resulted in her trying to start at the beginning. About then, Bobby came dashing into the room and yelled, "I tried to stop them, Dad!"

Bob restored order, but it was over the objections of all three of his kids. In the end, his thundering voice ordered Bobby and Barbie out of the room.

"You two leave!" he yelled. "I'll talk to Julie first."

To be honest, the only reason he chose Julie first was because she was planted on his lap. If they'd all been standing, side by side, Bob would probably have listened to Bobby's version of things first.

The oldest and youngest of the kids reluctantly withdrew. They went into the dining room, but then ducked to one side, where it was dark. Then both edged toward the doorway again, until they could see (and hear) what was happening in the living room.

Julie went for Bobby's throat instantly.

"Bobby and that girl were practically naked on the grass and Danny was doing stuff to me before I realized he was doing it. I was busy watching Bobby, Daddy. It wasn't my fault! If Bobby hadn't been doing all that stuff with Sheryl, I never would have let Danny do anything at all!"

The words "practically naked" and "doing stuff to me" penetrated Bob's muddled mind like the points of two ice picks.

"Doing what to you?" he growled. "Who was practically naked?"

"Bobby and Sheryl were almost naked. I thought they were having sex, Daddy," she prevaricated.

That was more than Bobby could take. He stepped into the light and yelled, "That's not true and you know it! We weren't naked!"

Havoc was back, but only for a short time. Bob motioned for the two banished kids to become un-banished and had them stand beside his chair. Julie was still ensconced on his lap.

"Okay," he said. "I will point to one of you and you'll get to say something. Nobody else can talk until I point to them. If you want to say something, raise your hand and wait for me to call on you."

He was a teacher. To his alcohol-fogged mind it seemed like a reasonable way to proceed. He pointed at Bobby.

"Why would Julie say you were naked, if you weren't naked?"

"I didn't take anything off at all," said Bobby. "It was Sheryl who kept trying to take her clothes off. I swear, I didn't ask her to at all. One minute we were kissing and the next she was taking her shirt off."

Bob looked at Julie. He remembered to point, which was awkward because she was only inches away.

"Is he telling the truth?"

"Well, I guess so," she admitted. "But I never let Danny do anything until I saw Bobby and Sheryl doing it first."

"So now you let this Danny person ... do things," said Bob.

Julie felt like this wasn't going well at all. Tears filled her eyes.

"I didn't want to do anything," she whined. "But when Bobby did stuff, it just looked interesting."

Bob pointed at Barbie.

"What did you see?"

Barbie, though the youngest, was also the most analytical, and her description of events benefited from that character trait.

"Bobby and Sheryl got out of the car and laid down on the grass," she said. "They were kissing and stuff, and she took off her shirt and his face was all over her boobs. Oh, I forgot to say she didn't have a bra on. And while I was watching, Nathan started feeling my boobs, and it felt kind of good, so I let him. I'm not sure how my shirt and bra got up by my chin but Nathan kissed my boob and the next thing I knew Bobby was screaming at us."

Bob pointed at Bobby.

"Why were you out of the car on the grass, lying down with Sheryl?"

"She said she wanted to go for a walk, except when we got to the grass she pulled me down and started kissing me and talking about how horny she was. And then stuff kind of happened, except when she said she wanted to have sex, I chickened out and when I went back to the car I found Barbie like she described, and the kid Julie was with had his hand in her pants."

"I only let him do that because Bobby's hand was in Sheryl's pants," moaned Julie.

"Am I pointing at you?" asked Bob, who then pointed at her.

"Yes," she said, looking at his finger.

Bob looked at his finger, too.

"Was I pointing at you?" he clarified.

"No," she admitted.

His mind reflected on "hand in her pants" and he looked down. Her shorts-clad crotch was pressed tightly against his own. A sudden memory of Olivia, sitting like this, flashed into his mind. She would sit like this and grind on him, delighting in feeling him stiffen under her. Then she'd tease him with her breasts, exposing them and leaning forward. She'd wait until he tried to capture a nipple with his lips and then pull back. "I'm not that kind of girl," she'd say. Or, "I'm a good girl. You can't do that!" Of course she'd let him "molest" her eventually and they'd end up in bed having great sex.

His penis began to stiffen at the memory and his mind came back to the here and now. He looked at his two standing children.

"I need to talk to Julie alone. You'll each get your chance, so don't interrupt us again. Go in there." He pointed toward the dining room. "I'll call one of you when I'm finished with Julie."

Bobby and Barbie left again, but of course peeked, again. They saw Bob look at Julie and say, "Tell me exactly what this Danny did to you."

"Everybody did everything," Julie tried.

"What did everybody do?" he asked.

"Well, we were kissing. All of us."

"Okay. Go on."

"And then Sheryl said she wanted to go for a walk. And she said that what she and Bobby did was their business and for us not to watch."

"That's not true," whispered Bobby.

"Yes it is," was Barbie's whispered reply. He was right behind her and all she did was turn her head. "She said we were supposed to keep our eyes inside the van, like she was the boss or something."

"I didn't hear that," whispered Bobby.

"Well, she said it," Barbie replied. "Now shhh."

"Where were you?" asked Bob.

"In the van," said Julie.

"I mean where were you parked?" he sighed.

"In the parking lot behind the school, you know, where you park."

"What happened next?"

"Well, when Sheryl said we couldn't look, we looked, of course. Like right away Bobby started putting his hand on her boobs. And then she took her shirt off and -"

"What was Danny doing while this was going on?" Bob interrupted.

"Well, I think maybe he was kissing my neck. I remember that a little. And his hands got on my boobs. But I didn't take my shirt off like Barbie."

"That's a lie!" whispered Barbie. "My shirt was not off!"

"I could see both of your boobs," whispered Bobby.

For some reason that produced a little thrill in Barbie. She didn't have time to think about that, though. She started forward to gainsay her sister's fallacious report. Bobby's hands gripped her waist and pulled her back against him.

"Let me go!" she said.

"You'll get your chance. Let's see what else she says."

Bobby was thinking about Danny's hands on Julie's boobs. That made him unhappy. His grip on his younger sister became more possessive than restrictive, though he wouldn't have thought of it that way.

"How, exactly did he touch your breasts?" asked Bob. His mind kept whispering it was time to sober up, but it would be a while before biology let that happen. It didn't help that he reached for his glass and drained it. A full ounce of Scotch slammed into his stomach, to join the previous three he'd already sipped.

She pulled her hands up from where they'd been supporting part of her weight on the arms of the chair and cupped her breasts.

"Like this? I don't know. Bobby was squeezing Sheryl's boobs and Nathan was squeezing Barbie's boobs. Everybody was squeezing everybody's boobs!"

The loss of partial support made her shorts-covered pussy slide on top of Bob's thickened penis.

At this point, the alcohol and sudden memories of his wife, who Julie looked a lot like, confused Bob's mind. His hands came up and brushed hers aside.

"Like this?" asked her father, whose hands covered her milk mounds and squeezed gently.

When Danny had done it, it was mildly scary. She'd glanced at her sister, and seen the same thing happening to her. That and her fascination with watching Bobby had muted the discomfort. Her father's hands felt entirely different. They weren't scary at all, even if they were in a strange place. In fact, his hands felt kind of nice.

"Yeah," she sighed.

Bobby's hands left Barbie's waist and, as if they had minds of their own, moved to cup and squeeze Barbie's ample titties. Her own hands came to cover Bobby's, but not to push them away. There was a complicated dynamic playing out in her brain. She'd really liked all the things Nathan had done to her, earlier. It had been exciting. Part of that was seeing the same thing happening with Julie and Bobby. She wasn't sure she understood it. She'd never let a boy touch her like that before. She wondered if it was because she'd never seen Bobby doing things like that before. Now his hands felt good on her boobs. She leaned back against him and wondered if his penis was hard, like Nathan's penis had been hard. She hadn't mentioned that part to anyone, because she knew that would not be well-received. She knew boys' penises got that way, but she'd never seen or felt one. She was sure, though, that Nathan's penis had been hard.

She reached behind her to find out if Bobby's was, too.

******

"Just like that, Daddy," moaned Julie. "Why does that feel so good, Daddy? It doesn't feel like that when I do it."

"You're normal," sighed Bob. "I, on the other hand, am not." His hands continued to maul his older daughter's boobs.

"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning into his squeezing hands.

"I shouldn't like doing this so much," he said. "I shouldn't want to see them naked, and kiss you."

"You mean like Danny did?"

"Damn," groaned Bob. "Some pimply-faced boy got his lips on my little girl's nipples."

"No. Just his hands," said Julie. "That's weird, anyway, Daddy. Why would he want to kiss my nipples?"

"Suck, not kiss," groaned Bob.

"That's even weirder," said Julie. "Only babies suck nipples."

Bob's hands were like his son's. They had minds of their own. He stopped fondling Julie's breasts and unbuttoned her blouse. She sat, slowly grinding on his cock. She wasn't even aware she was doing it. He spread the front halves of the garment apart, but she was leaning forward and they just fell closed again. Some instinct told her that removing the blouse was the thing to do so she leaned back and did that.

Bob stared at her lacy bra.

"Take your bra off, Baby," he sighed.

Drink was clouding Bob's mind. Hormones were clouding hers. She'd liked what Danny was doing to her. She'd been irate that Bobby had acted all bossy and made everything stop. Part of her brain reminded her, quietly, that daddies weren't supposed to do things like this with their daughters, but she didn't care. She loved her daddy. She had to admit she'd been just a little scared when Danny's hand had wormed its way under her bra. It had been exciting, but scary, when Danny rubbed the front of her panties. But sitting here with Daddy wasn't scary at all. Maybe it would even be better!

She reached behind her and unclipped the bra. With no shame at all, she tossed the bra aside and let her daddy see her naked titties.

"Ohhh, Baby," Bob sighed. His hands came up to maul her now naked breasts. Her nipples crinkled and sent happy signals to her brain.

Then, she let him pull her down and his lips found a stiff nipple.

When he sucked, she decided she was really glad Bobby had busted them, and made her do this.

******

When Barbie saw her daddy unbuttoning her older sister's blouse, her fingers went to her own shirt, below Bobby's hands, which felt really good on her boobs. She was frustrated because her fingers found no buttons, but only cloth. She was wearing a T shirt. Like her sister, Barbie had been having tons of fun with Nathan, but it had been scary for her, too. As the youngest in the family, she was familiar with the "You're too young" and "Maybe in a year or two" mantras. She hated hearing that, so when she saw her siblings doing naughty things, she tried to get away with it, too. She'd been in what they called the back-back of the car, the third seat area. It had been dark before the stupid lights around the roof of the car came on. She'd gotten just the quickest feel of Nathan's fingers, squeezing one of her nipples, while his hand fumbled between the legs of her jeans and his hard penis had pushed into her leg. It had been like getting some chocolate cake batter on her fingertip, tasting it, and anticipating how good the cake was going to be when it came out of the oven.

Like her older sister, she'd been furious with Bobby for making it stop. And yet, it had been comforting, too, because the scariness went away.

It wasn't scary with Bobby, though. Not at all. And since he was the one who made Nathan stop, then he should have to take Nathan's place.

She moved his hands, but only long enough to whip the shirt up and over her head. It got caught on her ponytail, but only for a few seconds. As soon as it was off, she dropped it and removed her own bra. Then, as she watched Daddy start sucking on the tip of Julie's breast, she pulled Bobby's hands back up to her naked breasts and pushed her butt back against him.

The sounds Julie started making made Barbie's pussy damp. Suddenly her jeans were uncomfortable. Her fingers left Bobby's hands, where they had been encouraging them to go in circles, and move across her tingling nipples. Her fingers undid the button on her jeans, and slid the zipper down. That was better.

At least until one of Bobby's hands left a happy breast, and slid down over her flat stomach and into her panties. When his finger split her young labia and entered her virgin channel up to his first knuckle, her clit sang with joy and she started making noises that sounded just like Julie.

Barbie's whines of joy caused both Bob and Julie's heads to turn. Bobby and Barbie were visible in a dim, shadowy way, but they could see what was happening.

"Come in here!" barked Bob.

Bobby jerked his hands away from Barbie. She was gasping for breath, but moved at her father's command.

"We were watching," panted Bobby. "I don't know what happened."

"Yes you do," growled Bob. "That's what this whole night has been about. I've warned you about this. I've warned all of you about this."

He was referring to his oft repeated message about how Nature drives young people toward mating. It was why they were required to triple date in the first place. Before this night, all three of his kids had snickered at that warning, fully convinced they were masters of their own destinies.

"Obviously, you didn't listen," said Bob. "Well, if you won't listen to my dating advice, then maybe you need to learn things the hard way."

"We didn't do too much before Bobby made us stop," whined Julie, who suddenly thought things were going in the wrong direction. She'd been having fun, experiencing new things, recapturing the feeling of excitement and anticipation she'd had in the car. She hoped that by reminding Daddy that things had stopped, he'd calm down. She completely missed the irony of altering Bobby's role in all this from asshole to hero.

"And if Bobby hadn't been there?" asked Bob, his voice heavy.

"We wouldn't have done anything at all," said Julie, instantly.

Bob frowned at her. She looked so much like Olivia had when he met her, when they fell in love, when they got married.

"You need proof," he mumbled.

"What, Daddy?" asked Julie.

"The only way you'll get it is if you ... get it." Bob giggled. He realized he had swallowed too much Scotch on an empty stomach. He was probably making flawed decisions. But they needed to understand.

"Get up," he ordered.

"Please, Daddy," whined Julie. "Can't we just talk about this?"

"Oh, we're going to talk about it," said Bob. "We're going to talk about it at length."

Julie clambered off of the recliner with stiff legs. Disappointment flooded her body. She couldn't put her finger on exactly why she was unhappy, but she was. Her blouse was beside the chair and she bent down to pick it up. Her heavy breasts swung gently and Bob's eyes followed their slight movement. When she stood up with the blouse in one hand and her bra in the other, he said, "Leave those here. You won't be needing them."

Confused, she stood as he operated the lever that sat him up. When he stood, the front of his boxers protruded. All his children stared.

"See?" he said. "You just don't get it. Well, we're going to change that tonight. Come with me."

"Where?" asked Julie in a tiny voice. She had visions of her father resurrecting the old fashioned time out, where she'd have to stand in a corner for half an hour.

"The bedroom, of course," said Bob.

Both girls shivered when they heard his deep, impassioned voice. Neither knew what was going to happen ... but both were excited to find out.

Chapter Two

Bob simply took off his boxers once they were in his bedroom. His three children stared, shocked, as he displayed his erection to them.

"Now you, Bobby," he said, looking at his son.

Bobby didn't hesitate. He got naked. His own long, hard penis bobbed in the soft light of the bedside table.

"This is what being with a girl and fooling around does to a boy," Bob said. "Or a man," he added. "And it matters not that the girl is his daughter or sister. Men react this way when things get passionate. It's just how we're built. We want to have sex. It's in our blood."

"You can't have sex with us," gasped Julie, softly. For reasons she didn't understand, she included Barbie in "us."

"And why is that?" asked Bob.

"It would be incest," she said, softly.

"So you don't want to have sex right now," said Bob. "Right?"

Julie nodded. For some reason she looked at Barbie. For reasons she couldn't articulate, Barbie felt like she and her big sister were now one person. She nodded her head.

"You do?" Julie's gasp was loud.

"No! I meant no, I don't!" gasped Barbie.

"Excellent," said Bob. "Then your lessons can proceed."

"What lessons?" asked Julie, wary now.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she said, carefully. Her nipples were rock hard, and she didn't understand why. It wasn't cold in the room and nothing ... exciting ... was going on. Not other than her getting to see two straining boners. That was something she thought she'd never see until she got to college.

"Good," said Bob. "You're being careful. Let me ask it this way. If Bobby and I promise not to have sex with you, will you believe that?"

"Maybe," said Julie, still being careful. There had to be a catch to this. If it wasn't her father, she'd believe she was being pranked. This was getting interesting.

"Let me change it one more time," said Bob. "I promise not to have sex with either you or Barbie, unless you specifically ask me to. Do you believe that's the truth?"

Julie couldn't see the trap. She just didn't have enough life experience. Since she couldn't imagine a scenario in which she'd ask her father to fuck her, she believed that scenario wasn't possible.

"Yes," she said. "I believe you."

Bob looked at his son. "Will you make the same promise?"

Bobby was confused. He and his father were standing there nude, with their junk hanging out, and his sisters were right there. Both were topless, which was why his penis was harder than it had ever been in his life. He didn't know what was going on, but he went with the flow.

"Sure," he said.

"You have to mean it," said Bob. "You have to mean it deep down."

"Dad, I don't want to have sex with my sisters," he said. He flushed, knowing he was lying, but it was clearly what he was supposed to say.

His sisters believed him. Bob did not. But Bob was pretty sure he could keep a lid on things if needed. If his plan worked out.

That plan?

To see how much the girls could take before begging to be fucked.

It was a plan ... but nobody said it was a good plan.

******

"Okay," said Bob, "tonight you played around and got excited. That's normal. But I don't think you understand how strong some of those feelings can get, so we're going to practice enough so that you feel what that's like. We're going to play around here, at home, where there is better control."

"But that's incest," said Julie, who was already nervous about her emotions. The feelings she'd had with both Danny and her dad had been stronger than she expected. Warning bells were going off in her head.

"No, incest would be having sexual intercourse," said Bob. "You said you don't want that and have not asked for that to happen, so there will be no incest. Let's call what we're going to do home sex education."

"We had sex ed in school," said Julie.

"Did anybody show you where your clitoris is and touch it for you, in sex ed at school?"

"Of course not," she gasped.

"Then you have no idea what that's like, do you?"

"I've touched it myself," objected Julie. She blushed as she realized she'd just admitted she masturbated, in front of her whole family.

"It's completely different when someone else touches it," said Bob.

"I'll say it is," sighed Barbie, remembering Bobby's finger in her pussy.

"And how do you know this?" asked Bob. "Did your date get that far with you tonight?"

"No, but Bobby did, while we were watching you molest Julie," said the girl.

Bob looked at Julie.

"Do you feel like I molested you?"

Julie shook her head, firmly. "No way, Daddy."

Bob looked at Barbie.

"Are you afraid somebody's going to molest you tonight?"

"No, Daddy," she said. "It's just a word."

"It's a powerful word, that can get me thrown in prison," said Bob. "If we're going to do this ... learn about our bodies and how strong the sex drive can really be, it needs to be because you want to learn, and not because I'm forcing you. I just believe, deep down, that you don't understand, and you need to, because you need to be able to cut and run if things start to get too hot and heavy. How will you know when that is if you don't learn?"

Nobody replied. Bobby thought about saying he had cut and run when Sheryl got too hot and heavy, but he didn't think that would help anything. Besides, he was intensely curious as to what was going to happen.

"Does anybody want to leave right now?" asked Bob. "There's no pressure, and nobody will get upset if you do. It's your body, and the only things that should happen to it are things you decide you want. So ... anybody want to leave?"

All three kids shook their heads.

"I need you to say it," insisted Bob.

"I don't want to leave," said Barbie and Bobby together.

"I want to stay," said Julie.

Bob gave them all extra time. Then he said, "Any time somebody wants to leave, just say so. Okay, ladies. The men are naked. Now it's your turn."

******

Both girls were shy. It was odd, because suddenly, the fact that their breasts were already bare didn't seem like such a big deal. Or hadn't been such a big deal while their father was talking about all this. Now he and Bobby were just staring at them. It was obvious they both wanted to see naked girls. That affected the two girls in slightly different ways.

Oddly, Barbie was less stressed by the idea that her father and brother were about to see her entirely naked. That was partly because she was a daddy's girl anyway, and partly because she adored her big brother. Julie, on the other hand was nervous. Her nervousness wasn't because she was afraid of either man. Indeed, her nervousness stemmed from the fact that, when her father told her to strip, her pussy produced an actual squirt of moisture. She felt it happen. She'd already been damp because of rubbing on her daddy's boner, but this was different. She was afraid her pussy would be dripping when the two men saw it.

"Do we have to?" she moaned.

"No," said Bob.

"I will," said Barbie, who had already pushed her jeans down to her calves. The fact they were already open made that simple. She balanced, precariously, as she pulled each foot out and stood up dressed only in white bikini panties. When she put her thumbs in them, Bob said, "Barbie, wait."

She stopped.

"Can Bobby take them off?" asked Bob.

She nodded, enthusiastically.

Bob didn't give the boy any advice. He just watched as Bobby went to kneel in front of his younger sister. He tugged slowly, almost as if he was worried the cloth might tear, or scrape her skin. Barbie had pale blond head hair. Everybody else in the family had dark brown hair. When she was born, Olivia laughingly said she'd cheated on Bob with a bachelor Norwegian farmer. They had listened to A Prairie Home Companion together for years, and loved the stories about Lake Woebegone.

It turned out her pubic hair was just as light. It was also sparse, and even from seven or eight feet away, Bob could see her pooching adolescent pussy lips clearly through the thin hairs as Bobby moved her panties lower. Bob inhaled, vicariously, and then said, "Bobby, take in her scent. It will be delightful."

"Nooo Daddy, I'm all stinky down there," objected Barbie.

"No you're not," said Bobby, pushing his nose close enough to tickle her fluffy hairs.

When she felt the tip of his nose touch her mons, Barbie felt weak and put her hands on her brother's head to keep her balance. What that did, though, was pull his face closer, and his nose ended up pushing into her tight vulva.

They all heard Bobby inhale and then he pulled back.

"You smell good, Babs," he sighed.

"You can do more of that later," said Bob. "Right now, let's let Jules catch up."

Julie was frozen. Felicia Bonaducci had slept over in her room one night, and one of the things Felicia had talked about was how another friend of hers, Jenna Roberts, kept going on and on about how good it felt for a guy to lick her pussy. Julie knew who Jenna was, but had never talked to her. Ever since then, though, Julie had wondered what oral sex might be like. Now, the possibility of actually feeling that hung in the air.

It was that, that got her shorts and shoes off.

"Let me," said Bob, moving to stand in front of her.

"Okay," she breathed.

"Sit on the bed and lie back," he suggested.

She did so. Her toes barely touched the floor. She couldn't lift her hips as he tugged at her lacy panties, and she had to roll sideways, back and forth, to help him. When he tossed her panties aside and moved her knees apart, she heard another of those sounds like her stomach was rumbling. But it wasn't her stomach. Her pussy squirted again.

"This is embarrassing," she whispered.

"Why?" asked her father.

"Because I'm ... wet," she almost mouthed.

"Good," he said, "You're going to taste delicious."

******

In a manner that would become standard, over the next hour, Barbie watched what her father did to Julie, and then insisted Bobby do the same thing to her. For Bobby, it was surreal. He was used to the idea of trying to talk a girl into something, or just making a move to see if he could get away with it. Sheryl had let him get farther than any other girl he'd ever been out with. He was pretty sure, as he fingerfucked her, that she might let him actually fuck her. Then she'd actually asked him to fuck her. Part of the problem was that it was all too fast ... too good to be true ... for Bobby. And his sisters were right over there in the car. It made him wonder what they were doing, and that led to him going to the van to see. That was when he found out they were in danger of getting fucked, too. His role as protecting big brother was stronger than his desire to get his dick wet, but that didn't mean he was happy that he had to break it all up and take everybody home.

Now things were already twice as good as they'd been with Sheryl. Or would be, if Barbie let him do some things.

She not only let him ... asked him ... she demanded he do them.

Bob didn't overwhelm Julie, or go so fast she couldn't think. Once her panties were gone, he simply got to his knees and spread her thighs, and simply looked.

He'd heard that soft gurgling sound, too. Olivia's pussy had done that when she was excited, and it was obvious Julie had gotten that gene. Once her legs were spread he could see her swollen, fat nether lips. They were literally dripping clear, shiny drops of sexual nectar. He reached and, instead of touching her sex, put his splayed hands on either side of her lower abdomen, where her hip joints were. His thumbs slid through damp, dark pubic hair and pulled in opposite directions. Her flushed pussy lips spread open, exposing a dark tunnel that was half-filled with clear liquid. It almost looked like someone had cum in her, except this liquid was crystal clear.

He couldn't resist. He leaned in and swiped his tongue through her split, sucking with his lips as he got to the top. Her hips jerked as she groaned. She tried to push them up at his face, but couldn't get her feet on anything to push against. She sat up, her hands going to her father's head. She wanted to pull his head against her, but she wanted to move, too.

"Wait," she moaned.

He looked up, his lips shiny.

"Too much already?" He grinned, thinking she'd learned her lesson.

"No. It's just not very comfortable," she panted as her hands got beside her hips and she pushed. She scooted until she was fully on the bed, albeit crossways. It was a king bed, and there was plenty of room. Her legs were spread in invitation. Her hands reached for him, and when he climbed on the bed, they helped him put his face back between her legs.

The bed moved somewhat violently as Barbie flopped down beside her sister and called to Bobby.

"Now me! Come on, Bobby!"

Bobby needed no further encouragement. He had often said he'd never put his mouth on a girl's sex, but that was before he smelled Barbie's enticing scent. Anything, that smelled that good had to taste good, too.

When he got his first taste, he knew he was right.

Barbie, for her part, just went ape shit.

******

Bob felt Julie have an orgasm as he heard Barbie have one. He decided to give both girls a break. Sort of. He lifted his face and reached to touch his son's shoulder. When Bobby's face came out of the junction of Barbie's legs, it was shiny.

"Lessons," said Bob. "Come over here, Bobby."

"Noooo," complained Barbie.

"He'll be back. Just catch your breath."

Julie was limp, and made no movement as Bob pulled her labia apart and showed Bobby where her clit was. He gave Bobby instructions on how to stimulate that organ, and demonstrated until Julie whined and had another orgasm. When Bobby went back to Barbie, she had her thighs spread and her lips spread, too. Her index finger was on her clit and she said, "Right here. Do that to me!"

"Lick it and suck it," advised Bob. "Close your lips around it and flick it with the tip of your tongue."

Bobby did that and Barbie started yipping with happiness.

Bob went back to his older daughter and crawled up to kiss her.

"Ewww, Daddy," whined Julie as his wet face approached hers.

"If it's good enough for me, it should be good enough for you," he said, grinning. She tried to avoid it, but soon his lips were welded to hers, and their tongues were dueling. When he let her breathe, she looked at him.

"I guess it's not so bad," she admitted. "It's kind of tangy."

"It's delicious," he said, kissing her again.

"I can't believe I'm making out with my daddy," she sighed.

"Not making out. Learning." He grinned again.

"You're so full of it," she said.

He decided to suck her nipples again and, once she was moaning with lust, he slid his hand between her legs and began to massage her pussy lips. When her hips were bucking, he slid a finger into her part way. When her hips thrust up off the bed, he changed to his middle finger and got in her as deep as he could. His fingertip rimmed her cervix and she whined. He raised his lips from hers.

"That's your cervix, Baby. That's the entrance to your womb. Some day you're going to push a baby through that, and out into the world."

"I don't want to," she moaned.

"Not now, of course," said Bob. "But some day."

"It feels so good," she whined.

"It sure does," gasped Barbie. Bob and Julie looked to see Bobby was doing the same thing to her, with his finger way up inside her and his lips sucking at her succulent, pink nipples.

"It will feel like a hard knob, Bobby," said bob. "With a depression in the center."

Bobby lifted his lips from Barbie's nipple and said, "Found it." Then her hands pulled his face back to her breast.

"Ohhhh man that feels good," groaned the fifteen-year-old.

"The only thing that would feel better is something thicker ... longer," said Bob, digging his finger in swirls inside Julie's fiery love tunnel.

"What?" moaned Julie.

Bob caught her hand and brought it to his leaking prick. She grasped it and squeezed, automatically, before she let go.

"Nooo," she whimpered, gasping for air.

"Okay, Baby," he said. "Not yet."

Chapter Three

"If you need to calm down, or need to calm him down, then you need to be willing to explore this," said Bob. "Think of it like this. If you want to have a flower garden, then you have to just accept that your hands are going to get dirty."

Both girls were now kneeling beside the men, who were lying on their backs, a few feet apart.

"It's not my hands I'm worried about," said Julie, who was staring at her father's rampant erection. "I know you said all we'd have to do is jerk you off, but guys always talk about getting blow jobs. I've had two guys tell me I should do that for them."

"What guys?" asked Bobby. "Tell me, and they'll never bother you again."

"Easy there, Hero," said Bob. "Just like they need to get used to the idea of putting their hands and maybe even their mouths on a penis, you need to get used to the idea that lots and lots of men are going to want to fuck them. They're not going to get to fuck them, but they'll want to."

"I'll never get used to that idea," groused Bobby. "It's not fair."

"You want to do that to us, don't you?" asked Julie. She was really glad things had slowed down. When her daddy put her hand on his big, stiff cock, her mouth had said "Noooo," but her mind had been whining, "Okay, I'm ready." It had scared her, because in that moment, if he'd pushed her, she'd have splayed open and let him have her cherry. She was beginning to understand how powerful all this sex business was. More importantly, she appreciated her father even more than she had in the past. She was fully aware that only one in a thousand dads would do this with his daughters, and not many more would even sanction it. But it had been perfect for her, so far. She'd felt safe, and loved. And she'd felt like Barbie was also safe and loved. And all the while, they'd gotten to do things that would have been crazy dangerous if they'd tried doing them on dates. At the same time, she was a lot more aware of what her father and brother might be thinking.

"Of course I do," said Bobby, who was no longer shy about voicing such desires. "I just think nobody but Dad and I should get to do it."

"So you guys are going to marry us, and we'll all live happily ever after?" Julie's voice was full of scorn.

"I can't help what I want," said Bobby.

"This is good," said Bob. "You need to have these conversations. And you need to have them with other men, in the future. It's easy to get turned on, easy for passion to run away with things. So talking is a good way to slow things down, too. But you know how to talk. Let's get on with your next lesson."

Barbie had been silent, just staring at Bobby's long, slim penis. As far as she was concerned, there was too much talking. She wanted to get her hands on a penis. She wanted to see what happened when she learned how to tame that penis. And she wanted Bobby to suck her nipples some more and put his finger back in her.

Barbie loved all of this stuff she thought she'd never get to explore. And she especially loved that she got to explore it with the big brother she adored.

It was for that reason that Barbie got tired of waiting for Julie, and reached to grasp Bobby's straining erection.

"Oooo, it's warm," she cooed. "It feels so weird."

Julie glanced over and felt a surge of jealousy. Barbie kept pushing things! Barbie was dealing with all this better than she was, and that was just wrong! Julie felt like her authority as the big sister was being eroded, and as has happened for hundreds of thousands of years, the emotion of all this made Julie do something on impulse, rather than because she thought about it and wanted to do it.

She lowered her head and sucked the tip of her daddy's prick.

Her brown hair hung down in a curtain that prevented the others from seeing things clearly, but it was clear what she was doing. Her mouth delivered a number of "reflections" to her brain. Of course it wasn't her mouth that was reflecting, but it felt like that to her.

First, she noticed the warmth. Barbie had been right about that. But she already knew that. Her hand on his prick, earlier, had offered up the same information. Her lips and tongue, though, could feel the texture of the skin much better. As hard as it was, the skin all along its length was still soft and somehow stretchy. There was a universal feel to it, whether her lips were near the end, or farther down. It was almost an afterthought when she realized there was no real taste to it. She felt like it should have a taste, but it didn't.

She went too far and gagged, which brought her hand to grip the shaft as a way of controlling how much of it went in her mouth. Her hand moved the supple skin and, suddenly, things felt different in her mouth. She pulled off and stared at the tip, which looked completely different than it had. Now the tip was shiny and the skin looked tight and firm, all over a purplish knob that had a little slit in the tip. Things became clear in her mind in a flash. She'd seen pictures of cocks online. When all this had started, today, and she'd gotten to look at her daddy's and brother's cocks, they'd looked "wrong" somehow. She hadn't had time to think about that, until now. Her hand moved again and she saw what had been tight skin become loose and bunched, until it slipped over the plum-shaped tip and covered everything except that little slit.

"What's it called?" she mused to herself.

"What's what called?" asked her father.

Her other hand reached and she felt satisfaction as her hypothesis was proved correct. She was able to pinch that loose skin and stretch it away from the tip a little.

"That's my foreskin," he said.

She looked over at Bobby's cock and saw her sister's hand moving steadily up and down, baring and covering the tip of his penis, too.

"I'm not circumcised, and we didn't have Bobby circumcised either, when he was a baby," said Bob.

"The ones I've seen didn't have that," she said, absently.

"What ones have you seen?" rasped Bobby, who was already beginning to pant.

"You have Barbie," said the elder sister. "You can be all jealous of her, but leave me alone."

"What ones have you seen?" asked Bob, with a smile. It was obvious to him that both his girls had very little experience with penises. He was happy about that.

"Pictures," she said. "All the ones I saw in pictures looked like this." She skinned his foreskin back and held it tightly stretched.

"A lot of men are circumcised," said Bob.

"I don't get it," said Julie.

Bob moved her hand off of him and he pulled his foreskin with the fingers on both hands, making it stretch an inch or more.

"Some parents have all this loose skin cut off when the boy is a baby," he said. "That's what circumcision is."

Julie was horrified.

"Cut off? Why? That's awful!"

"In the old days it was for religious reasons," said Bob. "Nowadays some people think it makes the penis easier to keep clean."

Julie put her hand back on the organ and "operated" it again.

"How hard could it be? I could get that clean with just my hand. You wouldn't even need a washcloth."

"And I hope you do that many times in the future," quipped her father. "I was surprised, a little while ago, when you put your mouth on it."

It was a gentle reminder that she had put her mouth on it, and might want to do that again.

Maybe it was because the situation had become somewhat academic, allowing her passion to cool. Maybe Julie was simply tired of wrestling with her emotions, including the jealousy she was ashamed to feel for her own little sister. Maybe Bob's harebrained scheme to get his daughters to think about things, instead of just reacting to them, was actually working. For whatever reason, Julie Carpenter got tired of trying to force the world around her, and herself within that world, to conform to some arbitrary "norm." She felt a clarity of thought that was a little shocking, and recognized some of her own actions as being counter-productive.

"I was jealous of Barb," she said.

"What?" came three voices.

Julie glanced at Barbie, who was staring at her, but whose hand was still moving smoothly on Bobby's penis. Bobby's hand had been helping her, but now he just lay there with a dreamy smile on his face. Except he had lifted his head and was looking at her, too.

"I'm stupid," sighed Julie.

"I don't think you're stupid at all," said her father. "Your teachers agree with me. What's going on?"

"It's just that it's so easy for her. She hasn't had any problem with any of this. She obviously loves making out with Bobby. She does everything first, and I guess I got jealous of that."

"So you're having a problem with this?" asked Bob. "I told you. You can stop any time you want to, Honey."

"My problem is that I like this more than I think I should," she said. It was amazing how being open and honest made one feel as free as a bird, able to take to the sky and fly.

"That's what I'm trying to teach you," said Bob. "Maybe the lessons are over."

Julie flopped down beside her father and draped one arm and leg over him. Her butt touched her sister's knee and lower leg, but neither of them moved to separate.

"I don't want the lessons to be over," she said. "That's what was bothering me. I felt like I should want them to be over, but all I wanted was more. I was fighting it and that was making me miserable. When Barbie just started playing with Bobby's cock, I got jealous so I sucked yours, to show her up. I understand now that was stupid. I mean if I did things like that with some random guy on a date, out of jealousy or whatever, then it wouldn't really mean anything."

"Didn't I just say you weren't stupid?" bragged Bob, stroking her flank.

"You shouldn't be jealous of me," said Barbie. "I'm just having fun, that's all. I'm not trying to beat you, or anything like that."

"That's why I was being stupid," said Julie.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, you've learned something really important. The lessons can be over whenever you're ready for them to be over."

"I'm still very stupid," said Barbie. "I need tons of more lessons."

Julie ignored her and got her face close to her father's.

"I think I'd like to try that again. I think this time I would be able to think about you, and what I'm doing, instead of showing up my little sister."

"My little friend is at your service," said Bob, forgetting completely that the lessons should be over.

Instead of getting back on her knees, she simply scooted down until her own calves were off the foot of the bed. She lay half on him and gripped his erection with one hand. She skinned the knob bare and then spent the next five minutes exploring just that part with her tongue and lips and even her teeth. She felt him tense, and heard his breath coming more rapidly. Then, when she closed her lips around the thin part behind the knob and sucked while she dragged her lips off of him, he moaned.

Instinct told her this was particularly effective, so she did that over and over again, as if the head was a ball-shaped sucker. She didn't know it, but her lips sliding repeatedly over the corona mimicked what his foreskin did when he masturbated. The added suction did something to him that had never happened before.

He ejaculated in a woman's mouth.

He knew it was coming, but at the same time knew it had never happened before. Olivia had sucked him like this, and he'd loved it, but she had never brought him to completion with just her mouth. She'd masturbated him lots of times with her hand, and had become an expert at it. She'd also taken his semen in her mouth, and claimed to love that. It was common, in the early days of their marriage, for her to finish getting ready to go to a party, or out on a date with him, and ask him how she looked. The erections he got in those situations were "defused" by her hand and, when he came, her lips. She just pulled him out of his open zipper, quite efficiently jerked him off, and then swallowed his cum. He went out on more than one occasions with lipstick on his cock.

He had, in fact, been thinking about Olivia, as his daughter began to explore sucking her first cock. But then he realized he was on the verge of spurting, and his mind was brought to the present. The fact that his wife had loved swallowing his cum didn't mean that her daughter would.

"Baby!" he rasped. "You're about to make me cum."

Julie knew this was a pivotal point. She'd heard other girls talking about this issue. The opinions were split about fifty/fifty as to whether spitting was preferable to swallowing. A major difference between Julie and all those girls, though, was that Julie had come very quickly to love sucking this particular cock, and that meant she wanted to love the whole process. Basically, that meant she wanted to love swallowing.

Besides, there was nothing nearby to spit in, and the bathroom was too far away. In any case, she didn't want to leave her naked father.

So, when he whined, and groaned, and warned her again, she simply changed from repeatedly clamping and pulling off, to clamping and repeatedly sucking, like she was trying to get a taste of a milk shake, but the straw was clogged.

Then the straw wasn't clogged anymore, and there was lots of taste in her mouth.

She thought about it calmly and rationally. She had decided to do this. It was warm. It was viscous, like runny pudding. There was more than one component to the taste. It tasted like musky smelled, which wasn't bad at all. There was some saltiness there. It kept spurting, though, and she had to swallow once just to make room in her mouth. In the process of doing that, the taste spread and bitter registered, though it was only a whiff of bitterness.

His voice sounded like she was killing him, but she knew he was just happy. And that made her happy.

At the same time, she was fully aware that she didn't want to make any other man happy like this. She didn't love anybody else enough to do this with him.

Well ... maybe Bobby.

******

Barbie watched closely as her big sister put on a remarkably sexy demonstration of cock-sucking. It was clear this was an excellent way to own a man, because her father was basically helpless while Julie did what she was doing. Barbie's hand continued to slowly jerk Bobby off as she watched. Had anyone asked her, she wouldn't have said she was trying to jerk him off. She wanted him to stay stiff, because she loved playing with that stiffness.

She licked her lips once, as she watched Julie's lips change shape as they slid over her daddy's knob. But where she felt all this wasn't in her mouth.

Where she felt it was in her pussy.

Her mind went back to the feel of Bobby's long middle finger digging deep into her pussy. She had felt much solidarity with Julie as her daddy taught Bobby how to find her cervix. She had one, just like Julie! And Bobby had found it, just like Daddy had found Julie's! At last, she was getting to do the same things her big sister was getting to do. Nobody was telling her she had to wait a year or two.

Her hand moved, not quite lazily along Bobby's hard shaft.

What would that feel like, digging deep into her pussy?

Hadn't Daddy said that would only happen if she agreed to it? That's what he'd said. She remembered, because at that moment, she'd thought to herself, 'I'll never want to do that!'

How could so much have changed so quickly? Now, the thought of Bobby's beautiful, long penis going up inside her wasn't scary at all!

And Daddy had said it would only happen if she wanted it to. No. He'd said she'd have to ask first. But asking might lead to a "No" answer, and right now she didn't want anyone to tell her "No."

Without thinking further, as her daddy went crazy and liquid noises started coming from Julie's mouth, Barbie climbed over Bobby's thighs, squatted, positioned the tip of his penis between her soft labia ... and sat down. In her mind, she expected this to be just as wonderful as everything else had been.

Reality crashed in on her ... or perhaps expanded within her, and she gave a choked gasp.

So did Bobby, who had been looking at the blow job going on beside him, and wondering if he could talk Barbie into doing the same thing. In fact, when she moved, part of his mind hoped she was getting ready to do just that. But he watched Julie, instead of Barbie.

Luckily, Barbie was excited enough that her own lubrication prevented a complete disaster, but when liquid fire began descending on Bobby's penis, part of the pain of that was that his own foreskin was stretched almost to the point of tearing. Barbie was tight, and her virgin channel resisted being filled.

"Damn!" groaned Barbie.

"Fuck!" groaned Bobby.

Julie was too busy interacting with Bob's semen in her mouth.

And Bob's eyes were closed as he filled his daughter's mouth with his spunk.

By the time Bob and Julie could observe anything rationally, things had changed, next to them.

Barbie stopped, frozen and impaled as her stretched tissues complained loudly. It never occurred to her to simply get off. It did occur to her to lean, first to her left, and then to her right. Her fingertips rested on her brother's chest as she did this. Then she leaned forward and an errant movement pulled her up just enough to ease the pain in his stretched foreskin.

"Barbie!" gasped the boy, as his hands went to her breasts. He wasn't trying to grope her. He just expected her to fall forward.

"Don't move!" she said.

She leaned again, into his hands, and as his hands on her breasts took some of her weight, she moved forward. Her clit got rubbed, just a fraction, but enough to send a signal to her brain that this was getting better.

"You're so big," she breathed.

"What are you doing?" gasped the boy.

"Don't be stupid, Bobby," she said. But her mind was on the things happening in her pussy.

"What are you doing?" came Bob's out-of-breath voice.

"Don't be stupid, Daddy," said Barbie, as she scooted back, and then forward again.

Oh boy! It was much better, now.

Bobby's brain finally caught up and he realized where his prick was. As if a switch had been thrown, he yipped in surprise as semen shot through his penis.

Bobby had jerked off hundreds of times, maybe thousands. During almost all of those sessions, he had watched as the semen he could feel rushing through his cock burst from the tip and onto a towel, or a pair of dirty underwear, or a sock, or whatever. He was used to seeing his whitish jets when he came.

Now, though, while he still felt it happening, he couldn't see anything, because the tip of his cock was rubbing against that rubbery thing his father had taught him how to find up inside his sister. He was momentarily overwhelmed by the thought, 'I'm cumming in my sister!' and then, that thought made him want to keep cumming in her. His hands moved to her waist to hold her down, needlessly. It was merely instinct, and attempt to ensure that she couldn't get off and waste his precious gift.

Barbie wouldn't have gotten off, anyway. When she felt the bloom of heat deep inside her, and realized what was happening, she felt complete for the first time in her young life. She had chosen to do this, and it was perfect. It was as if the last piece of a puzzle had been put into place, and the picture was now fully visible.

She leaned down to kiss Bobby while his prick continued to jerk and spurt in her belly.

******

It was Julie who reacted first, because it was Julie whose eyes took in the incontrovertible proof that her baby sister had just lost her cherry to Bobby! Julie didn't see the irony one bit that, before she could speak, she had to wipe her mouth clean of her own daddy's semen.

"You guys!" she yelped. "You can't do that!"

"We just did," panted Barbie, whose insides were suddenly a lot slipperier than they had been. Just as suddenly, the pressure seemed to have vanished and she was able to scoot forwards and backwards with ease. Everything was also wonderful, as her highest hopes ... her fondest fantasies ... her wildest wishes and most delightful daydreams came true. She'd always idolized Bobby. Had they been from one of many African cultures, his naked body might have been the model for a carved fertility god, and now she was happily impaled on that fertility god's virile prong.

That prong was softer than it had been when it ripped its way deep into Barbie's belly. It had not, however, softened completely. Both his youth and the amazement in his mind that he was actually fucking a girl - and not only just a girl, but Barbie! - kept the blood flowing to his penis as quickly as it was seeping out. He stayed plenty hard enough for Barbie to pleasure herself on, and Barbie was having a whale of a good time.

It was this good time and Julie's nattering about it that gave Bob time to become able to process the information available. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his other two children. Again, irony played no part in things from Bob's perspective as, just after blowing his load in one daughter's mouth, he realized another load might be blown in another cavity of his other daughter's body at any second. He was a little behind the power curve.

"They're doing it, Daddy!" wailed Julie.

Barbie, whose movements suggested she might be a belly dancer in training ... except she'd forgotten her costume ... and wasn't standing up ... beamed a beatific smile. She was glowing, obviously happy in the extreme.

"Don't cum in her!" yelled Bob. Things had gone off the rails, somehow. His hastily devised plan, such that it was, might have eventually included what Barbie and Bobby were doing, but it would also have included condoms and birth control pills and maybe practicing withdrawal. Neither of his precious daughters were supposed to actually get sperm in their wombs! That was the whole point of the exercise!

"Too late!" gasped Bobby, who was always honest with his father, when possible.

"It felt yummy!" cooed Barbie. "Jules, you just have to try this! You'll be glad you did."

"No!" yelped Bob. "No fucking! No getting cummed in. I mean came in. I mean no sperm in your pussies! No, no, no!"

"Don't yell, Daddy," whined Barbie. "I'm having so much fun. Don't ruin it for me."

"Ruin it for you!?" yelled Julie.

Her mind-set had mysteriously altered a hundred and eighty degrees in the last fifteen or twenty seconds, somehow. All those seconds ago she'd been happy that her daddy's sperm was in her mouth. Now she was jealous again and unhappy that it wasn't in her pussy.

And her father had made it crystal clear that Barbie and Bobby had messed things up.

"Now Daddy will never pop my cherry!" she wailed.

Chapter Four

"No popping cherries," Bob moaned for maybe the fifth time. The last gulp of Scotch he'd slammed had been working on him, and now it registered in full, threatening to tip him into peaceful unconsciousness. There was a warm, naked woman in his arms who looked and smelled like Olivia, but he knew she wasn't. Still, she felt good, snuggled up against him. He knew, in a misty kind of way that it was his daughter, because every once in a while she said something and it was Julie's voice. His other daughter was also naked, just a few feet away, and one part of his brain said, "Don't look!" while another part whispered, "It's okay. She's with Bobby. He's taking care of her."

Bobby was taking care of her ... but not in the sense Bob was thinking.

A cool hand turned his face away from Barbie and Bobby, so he didn't have to try not to look anymore. He stared into big, brown eyes that seemed to be miles deep and blinked.

"I love you, Daddy," said the lips under those eyes.

He studied the lips and eyes, which his memory morphed into a face, attached to his penis. Those eyes had looked up at him while those lips had made him feel fantastic.

He struggled against the effects of the alcohol and it came back to him. He'd gotten frustrated. He'd tried to teach them all a lesson. And it had gone off the rails.

His head swiveled back and his eyes fell on Barbie again. She was sitting up, on top of Bobby, who was helping her by letting her put some of her weight on her breasts, which were cradled in his hands. Her hips were moving languidly, first towards Bobby's head and then his feet. Her eyes were closed, and she had the same blissful look on her face that Olivia used to have when she rode him like that.

They were having sex.

Because of his stupid, irrational, hastily conceived 'plan', his little girl and her big brother were having sex with each other. He blinked. It didn't look like they were just having sex. His mind suggested a small correction. They were making love, not having sex.

Julie turned his head away from them again. She'd said something, something that had caused his head to spin. He'd retreated into a dark corner of his mind, almost willing the Scotch to take him away somewhere, where he didn't have to think about anything.

What was it?

Oh yeah. She wanted him to make love to her, too.

"Daddy?" she said. "Are you okay, Daddy?"

"No cherries," some distant, insistent part of his mind forced him to whisper.

"Okay, Daddy," said Julie. "No cherry. It's okay. We can talk about it later."

"Okay," he sighed. "Later."

"Go to sleep," said her sweet voice. "We can talk in the morning."

"Yes, sleep," he mumbled. "Bedtime. It's bedtime."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, just before she kissed his lips tenderly. "It's bedtime."

Her warm body separated itself from his, and his mind whined, "Noooo, come back," but he was too far gone. He could hear Julie harping at the others, telling them it was bedtime, and for them to stop and leave him in peace. The bed moved and his mind was transported back to when he was in college, and had a waterbed. Olivia had loved the waterbed. He could feel his penis trying to get hard as he remembered what he and Olivia did in the waterbed, but something was wrong.

"Oh yeah," his mind managed. "Olivia just sucked my dick."

Then he fell asleep.

******

Bobby's penis was still long and hard when it slurped out of Barbie's sperm-filled vagina as Julie made Barbie get off of him. Both Bobby and Barbie objected, but Julie simply said, "Not here. Let him sleep. He needs to sleep." So the small confab of naked teenagers moved to the girls' room. There wasn't any discussion about it. It's possible they ended up there because Barbie was in the lead, holding her brother's hand, pulling him.

Once there, Barbie simply lay on her bed and spread her legs. Her adaptation to this new thing had been swift, once the pain of the initial intrusion faded. She didn't dwell on it. She just accepted it. From a psychological perspective, it was simple. She loved her brother and, in this case, that love trumped the external societal influences that tried to tell her doing this with her brother was wrong, illegal, dangerous, and sinful.

Her message was obvious to both Bobby and Julie. In Bobby's case, his heavy penis bobbed upwards as muscles automatically tried to make it stiffen further, so it would be at its very best when it plundered the wet pussy that was waiting for it.

"Stop," said Julie, whose voice was calm. "Just stop for a minute and quit acting like sluts."

"I'm not a slut," said Barbie. "I'll never let any other guy do this with me."

Bobby remained silent. He had been included in the 'slut' designation, but he didn't argue about it. He didn't say, "Guys can't be sluts. That's a gender specific kind of thing." Instead, he sighed and decided Julie was right. He was a slut. Right now he was thinking about what Julie's pussy might feel like if his hard prick was buried inside her. And his muscles urged him to climb on Barbie and make her squeal in that way that made him want to bust a nut. He did want to bust a nut, and he wanted to bust one in both of his sisters. That had to make him a slut.

"We need to think about this," groaned Julie. "I'm pretty sure this wasn't what Daddy had in mind when we got home and he found out what Bobby did on our date."

"Would you please stop blaming me?" moaned Bobby, whose mind flashed back to Sheryl's offer to let him fuck her. He hadn't wanted to do that. A slut would want to fuck any pussy he could find, right? So maybe he wasn't a slut.

"Well, you started it," said Julie.

"Stop fighting," said Barbie. "Something wonderful happened tonight. I'm glad it happened. I've never felt anything like that, not even close. And right now, you're stopping me from feeling that again."

"You could be pregnant right now," said Julie, stubbornly.

"Okay," said Barbie.

"Okay? That's it? Just Okay?!"

"Well? How do you want me to feel? I can't do anything about it if I am. And I love Bobby. If he made a baby in me then I'll love that baby, too."

"You're fifteen!" squealed Julie.

"Hush!" said the fifteen-year-old in the room. "You're a whole year older than me. Big whup. You said you wanted daddy to get your cherry. So what if he does? That could get you pregnant, too. But no, I suppose if Daddy got you pregnant you'd just run out and get an abortion." Her voice was dripping with scorn.

"I would not do any such thing!" yelled Julie.

"Please shut up," hissed Bobby. "Both of you. Just stop talking. You're making my head hurt."

The thought of his penis making him a daddy was probably what was causing the tension that made him need an aspirin.

"Your head isn't the only thing that hurts," said Barbie, staring straight at his penis, which now hung low, semi-flaccid. "Are you happy now, Julie? You made him go all soft."

Julie's face fell and tears ran down her cheeks. In an instant Barbie was up on her knees, walking toward her sister.

"Don't cry!" she whined. Her own eyes filled with tears. "I didn't mean it."

She didn't articulate just what it was she didn't mean, but it didn't matter. Both girls hugged each other and boo-hooed together. It was the first time they'd ever done this while naked and, while they didn't think too much about it, it was also the first time Bobby had seen them hugging naked, breast to soft breast, and it revived his flagging penis quite nicely. He went to join them, more out of a wish to hold two naked girls in his arms than in solidarity with whatever catharsis they were sharing.

Julie slapped him away as soon as she realized it was his arm across her back.

"You screwed my little sister!" she snapped.

"Don't be mean," said Barbie, still pressing her nakedness against her sister's nakedness. "I loved it. He was very nice to me."

"He spurted his nasty old sperms in you," argued Julie.

"The first time you let him do that to you, you'll understand," Barbie assured her.

"I'm never letting him do that to me!" yipped Julie.

"You should," said Barbie. "You'll love it. I never felt anything that good."

"But he came in you!" groaned Julie.

"I know he did. But it was Bobby's cum, and I love Bobby. I've always loved him, but now I love him even more."

"I don't get that," said Julie.

"Let him do it and you'll understand."

"No. If I'm going to lose my cherry in this family, it's going to be Daddy who gets it."

"I thought you didn't want to lose it at all," Bobby reminded her.

"I don't!" snapped Julie. "But if I do, I want Daddy to do it, not you."

"I think I could last longer the next time," said the boy. "Barbie kind of surprised me."

"It doesn't matter," whispered Barbie, sotto voce. "He stays hard and you can keep going."

"No," said Julie.

"You'll wish you had," insisted Barbie. "Once you decide to do it, I mean. You'll wish you had before you did. I wish I had done it before."

"What? When you were four-teen?" Julie sounded smug.

"Then Bobby would have been sixteen and he might not have been as big as he is now. So yeah, I'd have done it last year."

"You're an idiot," snorted Julie.

"Yeah, probably," said Barbie, grinning. "But I'm a happy idiot. I'd be a lot happier if you'd let Bobby and me do it again."

Frustration made Julie shove her naked sister back, away from her. She was confused. Bobby had been right. She hadn't wanted to lose her virginity. But Barbie just had, and if anything, the girl was happier than usual. Barbie had always been a glass half full kind of person, but this was ridiculous. She wanted Bobby to put his penis in her again and she didn't even care if she got his baby in her!

She thought about what she'd just done to and for her father. It was very obviously both. She had done it to him, but within fifteen seconds, once she heard that first moan, she was suddenly elated that she could make him produce those sounds. Oh, it was fun for her, too, but the best part was when he whined and cried and spurted in her mouth. It had been warm and a profusion of tastes that had come down solidly on the "good" side of things. She would happily do it again. She expected to do it again. And even if Daddy resisted, she'd wear him down until she got him to let her do it again.

Was that how Barbie felt about this other way of showing love? She turned to her sister.

"Did you cum while he was in you?"

Barbie shook her head.

"No, but I felt like I could have just before Daddy made us stop."

"I was already going longer," said Bobby, trying to lobby for his skills, and why they should avail themselves of them.

Julie frowned at him.

"All you want to do is stick your thing in us and shoot off," she said.

"No I don't," he said.

"Yes you do. That's all boys want. They'll stick their peter in any girl if they can."

"I didn't stick it in Sheryl," he said. "She even asked me to, and I didn't. So there, Miss Knows-everything-about-boys!"

"She asked you to?" Barbie sounded unhappy.

"Well, she told me she was horny and that we should both get naked. She said she wanted to do it. That's the same thing, isn't it?"

"Yes," said Barbie at the same time Julie said, "No."

"My point is, that I didn't want to put it in her. It didn't feel right." Bobby frowned.

"But it felt right to stick it in Barbie?" Julie sneered.

"I didn't stick it in her," said Bobby. "She stuck it in herself."

"Don't blame this on her," hissed Julie.

"He's right," said Barbie. "You weren't watching, but when I saw what you were doing to Daddy, it made me so itchy I just had to have something in me. And his beautiful, stiff penis was right there, so I just climbed over him and sat down on it before I could chicken out."

"Get out!" gasped Julie.

"For real," said Barbie, shrugging her shoulders.

"I told you I didn't do it," said Bobby.

"Well you said you wanted to," said Julie.

"I did want to, but I didn't start it. Babs did.”

"Do you still want to?"

"Didn't you hear her say how fantastic it was? It was pretty fantastic for me, too, Jules."

"And what if you did ... or do ... get her pregnant?"

"Well, I mean that's not a great idea. I get that."

"But if she lets you, you'd do it anyway."

"If either of you let me, I'd do it," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I can't resist you two. It was pretty easy to resist Sheryl, but not you guys."

"Why?" asked Julie.

He shrugged his shoulders again. "I don't know. I've only had, like, two minutes to think about all this. It's just how I feel." He frowned. "Because I love you?" he suggested.

"If you love a girl, you don't get her pregnant if she's only fifteen," suggested Julie in return.

This brought Julie back to her own feelings of ambivalence. She did not think she should lose her virginity. She did not think she should lose it to her father, or to Bobby, or to anybody else, at this point in her life. At the same time, sucking her Daddy's penis had been firmly in the neighborhood of "fantastic." She didn't want to suck anybody else's penis. She stopped and frowned. She intentionally looked at Bobby's cock, which was standing proud and strong again. He wasn't circumcised, either. It looked kind of like her daddy's, but different, too. Would he feel different? Would he make the same sounds? Would his semen taste the same or different? Could she even do it?

She was astonished that the answer "yes" echoed in her mind. She could try Bobby's. But no one else's. Except Daddy. What was wrong with her?

"Can Babs at least suck it, like you sucked Daddy's?" Bobby seemed to be at least partially tuned in to Julie's mental wavelengths.

"I don't care what you do," said Julie, irritated that she was so confused and ambivalent. Now she was wondering what it would feel like if her father slipped his lovely stiff penis inside her vagina. If it felt that good in her mouth, wouldn't it feel even better in her pussy? After all, she didn't masturbate her mouth. She masturbated her pussy. So it followed that if a penis felt good in your mouth, it would feel better in your pussy. Right? She just barely registered hearing Barbie say, "C'mere, big brother."

Julie's hand went to cover her mons, and her middle finger found its accustomed spot on top of her clit. She pressed, and then moved her fingertip sideways, back and forth as the familiar tingles announced that relief, as usual, was only ten or fifteen minutes away.

She actually made it to her bed and lay down on it before the noises Barbie was making penetrated her brain. She turned her head and gasped.

Bobby was lying on top of Barbie, covering her so thoroughly that all Julie could see were Barbie's blond hair, her arms and her legs. The arms and legs were wrapped around Bobby's muscular body, and Barbie's face was buried in his chest. She was yipping, "Yess, yesss, yessss!" as Bobby slowly lifted his bare butt and then let it fall again. Julie knew his long, stiff bone was up inside Barbie again. It was pushing ... and pulling ... and prodding. Julie pushed two of her fingers into her own pussy. Bobby's hips rose and fell, almost languidly. Then they sped up. Barbie shrieked, in a voice that would have been loud enough to wake the dead, if her face hadn't been buried in his chest. She was cumming. Julie knew what her sister sounded like when she came. They both knew what each other sounded like. It was a byproduct of having to share a room. It had been awkward, when Julie discovered how good it felt to rub her bump. That had happened in the shower, but she couldn't keep it there. It felt too good to lie there and rub for a long, long time in bed, snug and warm. And, when she eventually rubbed long enough that a completely unexpected orgasm crashed over her like an ocean wave, the sounds she made had her little sister at her bedside, wanting to know what was wrong.

So then Barbie learned how to rub, and they'd been rubbing together ... or at least in the same room ... ever since.

"Oh Barbie," groaned Bobby, and suddenly he went forward and stopped, frozen. Only his muscular butt cheeks did anything, clenching and then unclenching, rapidly. His hips gave a convulsive jerk forwards and Julie knew his penis was spitting more sperm into her baby sister's womb.

Another surprise orgasm ambushed Julie, just then. It was a product of both her fingers in her pussy, and the mental image of her, lying in a bed, covered by Bobby's bulk, as, instead of spitting his sperms in Barbie, he shot them in her. She didn't want them to know what was happening to her. She was embarrassed. As she closed her eyes tightly and tried to keep a groan from escaping, the body covering hers in her vision changed to that of her father.

She could taste the sperm he was shooting in her.

"Ohhhh, Barbie," groaned Bobby again. "I love you so much."

Barbie just kept yipping and whining.

And Julie knew, then, that her own virginity was in big trouble.

Bob had taught his kids a lesson.

It may have corrupted his entire family, but the lesson had been learned.

At least by Julie.