Getting The Ball Rolling

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Toni's in on dad's plan to live an incestuous life.
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ShinySee
ShinySee
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(c) Copyright 2007 Shiny See. ALL Rights Reserved

Edited, with thanks, by Mistress Penelope

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Getting The Ball Rolling

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Last Saturday night Dad and I spent the evening cuddled together on the couch while mum reclined in her easy chair watching some romantic Hollywood dross on the TV. I loved feeling dad's warm body next to mine, his heart beating and his strong arms holding me tight. I would have fallen asleep if I hadn't been so alert to his touch, to his vital presence.

Later on dad came into my room and instead of opening the door, leaning in and talking as he usually did; he opened the door, slipped in and closed the door quietly behind him. He stood silently for the longest time. It was so hard to keep still. I knew what dad wanted. I wanted it too, or at least I thought I did.

What did I want? I wanted to feel dad's arms around me, his body hot, pressed up against me, his mouth on mine, his cock... I couldn't think about my dad's hard ... member without trembling. I'd seen my dad with a hard-on more than once. Don't think he was showing it off either. I had to do my sneakiest snooping just to catch a glimpse. And even then I had to use my little make-up mirror. It fitted in the palm of my hand and I had become quite adept at holding it around corners unseen. Great for getting quick peeks when we all relaxed around the pool too. Dad in his Speedos. Whew! I shook.

Summer wasn't quite here but the warm north wind made the night hot and sticky and I lay there in a big old t-shirt of mums, under just a sheet. For some reason, even in the hottest nights I still needed a sheet to sleep under otherwise I just can't nod off. What was dad waiting for? Did he think I would scream? I didn't when I accidentally leant on his ... his erect body part. It was an accident really.

I thought back to that moment when we were on the couch watching the movie. Dad wriggled and stretched. So did I. I didn't mean to put my hand in his lap. God's honest truth. But while it was there I couldn't resist coping a bit of a feel.

Dad cleared his throat, I moved my hand and we settled ourselves back down, his arm around my shoulders and my head resting on his chest. I looked up at him and he just smiled. My heart was beating, fit to burst and my pussy was sending me some very wet signals.

My heart was beating, fit to burst all over again. What was dad doing? It was torture lying in my bed, waiting for him to do something.

A warm breath tickled the hairs on my ear. I could hear dad breathing the next time he gently blew across my skin. Waves of goose pimples spread across my skin. I felt tiny little kisses on my ear and down my neck. My nipples sprang into instant hardness and I just had to move. I stretched and rolled over, trying to appear as though I was still asleep.

It didn't work. I could hear dad's soft chuckle and I just had to open my eyes. Dad broad face was centimetres away from mine. I leaned forward and kissed him. Static sparks leapt between us. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. "I want you daddy." I whispered into his mouth when I had a moment to breathe.

"Oh do you baby?" dad whispered back. I grabbed one of his big hands and pressed it against my hard nipple.

"I know what you want daddy. It's yours for the taking," sigh, "take me daddy." We kissed and I lost track of time. While my big fantasy about dad had a 'lost on a desert island' theme, I would take the 'hushed fumbling in the dark' version if it were all I could get. "Where's mum?" I whispered.

"Taken a pill and gone to bed." Dad's hands were lifting the hem of my t-shirt. I sat up a bit so that he could strip it from my body. Oh joy! With dad's fingers squeezing, rolling and twisting my nipples and his tongue in my mouth, my body was starting to overload. My pussy gave a really strong spasm and I gasped. "OH!" I snapped my mouth shut, horrified that someone might have heard. Glad I didn't bite dad's tongue.

"Relax baby. Mum will be too far-gone to care, and your brother won't be home tonight." That news deserved another kiss. Dad's fingers began to slide down from my nipples and they slipped beneath my panties. Oh sweet bliss! I had played with myself so many times pretending they were dad's fingers instead of my own and now they really were gently tracing a route through my pubes to my wet slit.

Dad's fingers cupped my sex and he rubbed gently. My pussy pulsed and I let out a tiny howl. One finger parted my lips and I felt a gush of hot liquid pour out. Another finger joined the first and they slipped around my virginal hole and up over my hard nubbin. "Oh Dad! Yes!"

I had 'fooled around' plenty of times with past boyfriends but none of them had made me feel like this. They were too focussed on getting their rocks off, I guess. Dad was going slowly. Maybe too slowly for what I wanted. I grabbed his hand and pressed it into my wet pussy hard. "Oh faster daddy. Oh! Yes! Like that!"

"My little girl wants to cum eh?" His fingers whirled faster, pressing harder, pinching that sensitive bud and making me feel as though my body was on fire.

"Oh yes, yes! Daddy! OH!"

It wasn't the biggest cum I had ever experienced but it was sweet and had me huffing and puffing into dad's mouth. I lay back as dad and I kissed slowly.

Dad climbed up onto my bed and lay beside me. It was as I had always dreamed. His warmth and his hard cock pressed close to me. God, feeling dad's cock pressed to my thigh sent shivers through me. I reached down and held its hot rigid form in my hand. The shivers roared through me again as I began to stroke.

While I'd done this once or twice with my ex-boyfriend I didn't feel particularly experienced. I just hoped dad didn't think I was clumsy. My fingers could just about reach around dads cock and I loved how it moved and pulsed in my hand. Dad moaned and his hips moved back and forth in sync with my strokes. He gasped and cried out. "Oh baby, baby. You're making your daddy cum!"

I thought my dad's cum would be icky but it wasn't. It was warm and creamy and I loved the way dad spread it all over my hot body. Dad kissed me hard and then his mouth travelled to where he had spread his cum over me and proceeded to lick it all off.

Dad kept licking and kissing my body and he moved slowly to my hard nipples and a gasp rattled through me. His lips travelled over my tummy and over my downy pubes. I knew what he was after. I had read about it in lots of magazines. None of my ex-boyfriends had even asked if I might like this. Daddy didn't ask either but he didn't need to. He could do anything to me that he wanted to.

If I thought that dad's fingers slipping around my wet slit were fabulous, dad's tongue made me gasp and writhe. The waves of wonderful pleasure were so much more than I had ever felt before. I was almost surprised that my nipples weren't spraying sparks when dad's fingers reached up and began to twirl and squeeze them.

My cum swept through me in record time. I didn't know I could cum that fast. Sometimes it seemed to take forever to get off with just my fingers. Maybe it was because dad had primed me so well. I did want to know why so I guess I will just have to get daddy to do this a few more times just to check.

"Daddy?"

"Yes babe."

"You wanna fuck me don't you?" Dad just smiled as he crawled up beside me.

"You bet! I've wanted to fuck my little princess from the first moment I laid eyes on you." Something spun in little circles inside me. "I knew I would have to wait. I didn't know just how long but I knew one day you would open your legs and let me slide my cock into your hot wet body."

"But it's wrong daddy. Isn't it?" Wasn't it?

"Says who?" he stumped me there for a second.

"The law for one thing daddy. I've been doing some reading, I'm not stupid. This is incest daddy."

"Have I hurt you baby?"

"In the eyes of the law you have."

"What about in your eyes?"

"Oh daddy, I'm not mad at you. You haven't raped me ... yet." I gave his hard cock a shake. "I just had to talk to you daddy before we did any more. I ... I like what you have been doing to me. What we've been doing. I know I'm not supposed to."

"You not supposed to enjoy this?" dad tickled me and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt wonderful.

"Yeah, I know crazy isn't it?" I pulled his head to my mouth and kissed him hard.

"I'm glad you're not upset with me."

"Oh I'm not upset, but I am curious."

"About what sunshine?"

"About why you want to have sex with me? Why don't you think it's wrong to have sex with your daughter?"

"Well, my big sister liked it when she had sex with our dad." My jaw fell open. Aunty May had fucked grandpa?

"Aunty May fucked grandpa?"

"Oh yeah. Lots. Your aunty May's a horny girl just like you." Dad tickled me and I had to fight him off for a bit. We ended up kissing again. I like kissing dad. And then a thought occurred to me.

"Did you and Aunty May...?" I hate dangling questions but my mouth just couldn't keep pace with my thoughts.

"Yes?" dad was grinning. The way he looked I almost didn't have to ask.

"Did you and Aunty May fuck?" stupid question I knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.

"Yep," Knew it! "But not before my mum took me to her bed." What?! I have to admit I wasn't expecting that!

"You're kidding." Grandma Grace and dad! Wow! Dad just grinned.

"By all accounts, mum was pretty upset when she caught dad and May. I wasn't there. I had no idea what dad and May were up to. The way May tells it, mum screamed at dad and chased him out of the house with a broom. May told me she was really scared but instead of yelling at her, mum just had a quiet talk. She was more concerned with May's welfare.

When mum discovered that May was a willing, or rather very willing participant, she started to cool down. When May told her how much of a thrill it was to have dad make love to her, mum started to heat up." Dad chuckled. "Mum told her that the next time; she wanted to watch them, to see for herself." Dad laughed and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Apparently dad was afraid to come home. Not surprised, mum can be pretty fierce. Anyway mum watched dad and May that night as they began to make love. She only lasted about ten minutes before she was on the bed with them."

"The next Saturday I woke up and wandered to the kitchen. I didn't get there. As I walked passed my parent's bedroom I saw mum with her legs spread wide and her fingers stoking her pussy." Dad gave my clit a tweak and I jumped. God! Dad's story was getting me so hot!

"Mum called me in and she showed me what sex was all about. We stayed in bed almost all weekend." Dad kissed me and there was no resistance in me. I wanted dad as much as he wanted me. "I wish I had a whole weekend to spend in bed with you baby."

"Well, you're here now. Take me daddy. I want as much of you as I can get!" dad stopped talking. As much as I liked what dad did the first time dad made me cum with his fingers and how I just adored it when he made me cum with his mouth, I needed dad now. I needed his hands. I needed his firm mouth and his supple tongue. I needed to feel him inside me. I wanted dad's hard cock now! My earlier orgasms only seem to fuel my desire. Fuck me now daddy!

"Fuck me now dad. I want you inside me!" I was a little scared about the pain of losing my cherry but I wasn't going to let that fear get in the way of fucking dad. In the end all I felt was a tiny 'twang' as dad pushed his hard flesh into me. Hardly noticed it. I was far too interested in the fantastic feeling dad's cock was giving me. Dad lifted my knees and draped my ankles over his shoulders. God! Dad pounded into me. I don't remember much after the first orgasm roared through me, except when dad came. I remember that. His face contorted into something that almost resembled pain except for that grin. You just can't be in pain with a grin like that.

Afterwards I felt like I was drifting on a soft sensuous cloud.

"Daddy," sigh. "I love you."

"I love you too sweet heart."

"You know this has to happen again dad. Once is just not enough." I kissed him hard. Oh yeah. Once was definitely not enough. I wanted him again, now. I could feel his soft cock pressed into my belly as we kissed. It was slowly getting harder as I rubbed myself against him.

"That's what I want too baby. I don't want to hide this in the dark either." Dad paused and his grin reappeared. "That's why May's coming to stay next weekend. She's going to help me convince your mother to adopt an incestuous lifestyle just like I had when I was your age." Dad paused for a second and just looked at me.

"How's she going to do that dad?"

"Well we haven't worked it out exactly, but she'll probably start by seducing your brother." My eye's bugged open.

"Don't look so surprised. You didn't think I was going to leave your brother out of this did you?" To tell you the truth I hadn't thought about my big brother at all.

"So how do you feel about fucking your brother?" How do I feel about fucking my brother? Well I can't say the thought had never crossed my mind. Both of my closest friends thought Scott was a hunk and they had often brought up the subject of bedding him. But they were just schoolgirl fantasies. Neither of them would have the gumption to jump his bones. He was good looking though. My pussy twitched. How did I feel? Well if I could keep fucking dad, I suppose letting my brother fuck me a time or two wouldn't be so bad. Would it?

"I suppose it would be okay."

"Well don't worry about it. Having an incestuous lifestyle doesn't mean you have to fuck everyone. No one has to do anything at all if they don't want to. I just thought that you might like to think about it before the opportunity arrives."

"I'm not really interested in Scott, dad. I want you and I want this inside me again." I had dad by the hard cock now and he just laughed and flipped me onto my knees. He moved behind me and drove his hot spike into me. Yes! This is what I wanted. Don't confuse the issue dad. Your cock in my pussy. Let's just leave it at that for now eh?

I have to admit my interest in expanding my sexual adventures peeked noticeably when Aunty May arrived. She was in town, ostensibly, to make sure her son, Drake, was settled into his student accommodation. She did do that, but it only took a fraction of the time she was with us. She was only going to be here for the weekend, and I was concerned that it wouldn't be enough time. Just how were they going to persuade mum? It could all go horribly wrong. I shouldn't have worried.

I've never felt a woman's eyes undress me before. I didn't know whether to flirt back or run and hide. For an instant I was mad at dad; he had obviously told her that we were lovers. Was there no privacy?! The moment May saw me shy away and blush she turned down the heat of her gaze; her eyes and smile begged forgiveness. I had to stop and catch my breath. If I was that embarrassed and angry, why were my nipples standing up? I discovered that I liked May's eyes; they reminded me of dad. May's smile relaxed when she saw I had forgiven her and it turned into a grin when she noticed my hard nipples lifting my t-shirt.

May was like that. You could have a whole conversation with her and not say a word. Mum buzzed around making sure May had everything she needed, towel, bathrobe, you know, and chattering all the while about nothing. With smiles and twinkling eyes May began to crank up the intensity of her gaze, until she was undressing me all over again. I was ready now and I wished that I could do a slow strip for her. Mother didn't notice a thing.

May's initial stay was only for about an hour. As I mentioned, her son, Drake had moved into town to go to the university and she had brought some extra bits and pieces for him. As soon as she was settled, May grabbed a quick shower and was gone. I was left in a bit of a spin. I didn't realise just how turned on I was just being with May.

I took refuge in my room and my panties were on the floor as soon as I could close and lock my door. I didn't bother undoing the buttons on my dress as I whipped it over my head. I dived onto my bed and buried my face in the pillows, finally letting out the gasp that had been building since May walked in the door. My lips were already hot and puffy, my clit hard and my pussy a flood.

I thought about May. She wasn't a textbook, centrefold beauty but she had an aura of feminine sensuality that was intoxicating, and I was drunk on it. My fingers weren't good enough and I ached for dad's cock. In my mind I could see him above me, inside me, moving, pistoning pleasure, his eyes bright.

Suddenly fantasy changed. They weren't dad's eyes they were Aunty May's! Daddy wasn't rocking me; May was licking at my clit, sucking on it as though it were a nipple or a tiny cock. A spasm shook me and I was glad I still had the pillow over my mouth. I'm sure I would have sounded like someone was killing me slowly.

May's eyes did things to me that even dad's didn't. There were moments when just a glance sent waves of goose pimples over my skin, and my nipples ached to be touched. One glance felt like it nearly turned me inside out. She looked at me and then at mum. She undressed my mother with her eyes and then she looked back at me.

I looked at mum and couldn't help but mentally disrobe her too. Mum is a little peach of a woman and the shortest in our family. My brother and I get our height from dad. She wasn't well endowed as far as breasts went but a b-cup suited her smaller frame perfectly. I was already a b-cup and still growing!

Mum was proud of her long brown hair and rightly so and her slim body would look good on a woman half her age. God! I knew I was looking forward to getting hot and sweaty with May. I wanted to feel her hands on me. I looked at mum and knew that I wanted to get my hands on her too. My pussy buzzed and I had soaked my panties. Again.

My fingers brought on a second and much more powerful orgasm and I collapsed on my bed trembling. Letting dad slip into my bed was leading to so much more. I wasn't scared; I was excited.

May was back by dinnertime and her sensual aura washed over me once more. We were already eating when dad arrived home. He dropped his satchel and swept his sister up in a big hug. It all looked pretty chaste unless you knew more about the participants. I looked at mum. She was more interested in her food than watching her husband give his sister a friendly hug.

Dad disappeared for a quick scrub up and was at the table in moments. There was food for my brother, Scott, but he was nowhere to be found. Typical for a Friday night. I served dad and his smile made the heat in my pussy surge. I sat back at the table but only picked at my food. Dad, May and I let our eyes do the talking.

Mum apologised for rushing through her meal but she had a committee meeting tonight and she dashed off to get ready. Dad had some paperwork to finish before he could relax so May and I cleared the table and began to wash up.

"I'm so glad you and your dad hit it off so well." May began. Don't look shocked May could talk with her mouth too. "Sid said you seemed to enjoy yourself." She laughed and so did I. Enjoy myself? That was a bit of an understatement. "I remember the first time with my dad like it was yesterday. I don't suppose you'd be interested in hearing about it?" She said in an offhand manner. I had to clear my throat before I could manage to speak.

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