Incest/Taboo The Lancaster Twins

Jennifer woke up at 4 AM. What had she done? She had given herself to her lover, her twin brother, when she was at her most fertile. She knew better. She wasn't a fool, but she had acted irresponsibly. What if she got pregnant? She knew that, at some biological level, she wanted to have babies, and that she wanted them with the man she loved - but not now! She was only 18 years old and had not even started to college yet. She had no skills. All she knew how to do was farm work. She couldn't care for a baby! And what would her parents say? She didn't even date! Would they realize who had impregnated her? What about their friends at church? She certainly would never entertain the thought of abortion - she thought that was mur*er - if she was pregnant, she would have the baby, no matter the consequences. She had to talk to Jackson.

She used the bathroom and opened the door to his room. He was asleep. She crawled in beside him, waking him.

"Jen, what's up?" he asked sleepily.

"We have to talk about last night. What if I'm pregnant?" she cried, as she broke into tears.

Jackson took his sister in his arms, holding her as her body was consumed with wracking sobs. "It's my fault, Jen," he whispered.

"It's OUR fault!" she moaned. "We got carried away. We knew better! What am I going to do?" she wailed.

"Shhh. Here's what we'll do. Listen to me," he said as he sought to see his sister's face in the dark room. The first rays of sun enabled him to barely distinguish her features. It broke his heart to see her cry. "We'll go to the clinic at school. We'll talk to them."

Jackson and Jennifer had decided that they would attend the local Junior College for their first two years. It would enable them to continue to live at home, if they wished. Or they could rent an apartment and come home, about 30 miles, on weekends. They had already enrolled.

"What can they do now?" she sobbed. "We've already done it. At the wrong time of the month!"

"I don't know, but if we are going to continue to do this, you have to get on the pill. I will buy condoms if you want..."

"No. If we do it, I want to feel you!" she said, and the thought made her body, in spite of everything, begin to be aroused yet again. She thought back on how delicious it was when her brother penetrated her with his wonderfully big, young penis. It was unbelievably good, and she was addicted to it. She knew that she could not bring herself to stop fucking him. Ever.

Jackson sat on the edge of the bed. "We'll tell Dad and Mom that we have something to do at school and drive over this morning, okay?"

Jackson drove Jennifer to the medical clinic, on campus, later that morning. He wanted to go in with her, but Jennifer didn't think that was a good idea. He told her that he would hang out in the library and wait for her.

She had to fill out a form when she arrived at the clinic. She debated over what to write to the question, 'What are your symptoms?'. She decided on "birth control". She sat down and waited for 45 minutes before they called her back.

A young man in a white coat, who turned out to be the doctor, entered the room and smiled at her. "Miss Lancaster? Jennifer? What can we help you with?"

Much to her chagrin and surprise she started sobbing. "I had unprotected sex. I am an idiot!"

"I'm sure you're not an idiot, Miss Lancaster. I understand that you're upset, but I'm here to help you. Okay?"

Jennifer nodded, as he handed her a Kleenex. She dabbed at her tears and took a deep breath. "I knew better!"

"First thing, I assume you're on no birth control now?"

"Right. I'm not. And he didn't use a condom. We're both stupid."

"Do you happen to know how long since your last period?" he asked as he began to type on a small, hand-held, computer.

"Yes. I finished my period about 2 weeks ago. I'm very regular, if that's important," she offered.

"Yes, yes. It is quite important. You may know that there is something called the morning-after pill now?"

"I don't know much about that kind of stuff because I never planned on having sex before marriage," she sobbed as she began crying again.

"I understand," he said, clinically, as he continued to type. "Miss Lancaster, I understand that you're upset, but I do need to get some information so I can help you," he told her. Jennifer noticed that he glanced at her breasts. She had worn one of her new blouses, which showed just a bit of cleavage.

"I know. I'm sorry," she sniffled.

"Okay, I'm going to give you some of these morning after pills. You won't have to pay for them. The school provides them, free of charge, to our students. These pills are effective for up to five days after you've had unprotected sex... BUT, if you have already ovulated, it will not be effective. If you've ovulated and the egg has been fertilized, then the pill will not help. You won't know until it's time for your next period whether you are pregnant or not," he explained.

"So how many do I take? How often?"

"One. Just one. Do you want to go on regular birth control as well - assuming that you are not pregnant?"

"Yes. Yes, I do," she said, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

The doctor prescribed birth control pills and told her to follow the directions very carefully. He advised her not to have sex, unless her boyfriend wore a condom, for at least 2 weeks. The extra "morning after" pills could be taken if she forgot to take her birth control. He explained everything to her, thoroughly, and told her to read all the paperwork that came with the prescriptions. She could have them filled right there, in the clinic.

She took the "morning after" pill before she even left the clinic. An hour later, she found Jackson in the library. On the way home she explained to him everything that the doctor had told her. She admitted that she felt better, but of course there was still the risk that she might be pregnant.

The next two weeks were sheer torture for both twins. Jennifer couldn't sleep. She often would go to Jackson's bed so he could hold her. That made her feel better. Anytime she could be in his arms, she felt much better. Jackson was very worried, too. If she were pregnant, he obviously could never admit that he was the father. He knew it would ruin Jennifer's reputation and very well could ruin her life. It hurt him to see how sad and upset she was. She cried as he held her. It broke his heart. They had been such fools.

About a week after their visit to the clinic, Shana announced that her Dad, the twins' grandfather, was coming to stay with them for a week or so. He still lived on the same farm where Shana was raised, but was cutting back and had someone hired to take care of the farm and the horses while he was gone. He had never been to even spend the night with Shana and her family. Shana, of course, was thrilled. She looked forward to being with her handsome, and still sexy, Dad. Bill was 62, but looked much younger. He still played tennis, ran, and felt like a young man.

Jennifer was counting the days. By her calculations, her period should begin in 3 or 4 days. She was having the same PMS symptoms as always, so that was encouraging. She was out in the garden, cutting what was left of the okra, when she saw her grandfather, Bill, drive up in his silver Ram 1500 pickup truck. Now this was a man's truck she thought, as she ran to greet him. She didn't get to see her grandfather very often and it was a real treat for him to visit them.

Bill saw his long-legged grand-daughter running to greet him, noticing how her breasts gently bobbed as she ran and how beautiful she had gotten. If anything, he thought, she was even prettier than Shana had been at that age - and that was really saying something. He had always thought his grandchildren were exceptionally attractive, but Jennifer, to him, was as attractive as any model or actress he had ever seen. It was hard for him to believe that she wasn't even dating, and really had shown no interest in doing so.

Jennifer hugged and kissed him and he could feel the swell of her young breasts against him. He was sure that Shana had not been that well-endowed at that age. It made him think back to the time that she had gotten hurt and he had changed her clothes and bathed her. He had never forgotten the lust he had for her and was thankful that he had always behaved himself in the right way, even if he had thought of her hundreds of times when he masturbated.

Soon the whole family was gathered around him, greeting him. The spare room was downstairs and he would have to use the bathroom that was inside Shana and Bill's bedroom - or climb the stairs and go through one of the twins' rooms to use their bathroom. Jackson helped him carry his luggage in and get settled. They all sat on the front porch, drank sweet tea, and talked for an hour or so. Tom had made plans to grill steaks for supper. Jackson was going to make homemade ice cream.

Bill accompanied Tom to the barn and out into the fields, where they discussed farming, at length. Jackson, who had been finishing some fencing, joined them after a while. Tom wanted to inspect the fencing, so Bill excused himself to go visit with his daughter, Shana.

As he entered the house, intending to use the bathroom, he noticed that the door was closed, so he climbed the stairs to the upstairs bathroom. He loved the old farmhouse, but had never liked the way you had to go into someone's bedroom to get to the bathroom. Jackson's door was open, so he went through his bedroom and into the bathroom. He used it and thought he might go talk to his granddaughter a while.

Carefully opening the door, so as not to disturb her if she were asleep, he looked in and saw his granddaughter, indeed asleep, but clad in nothing but panties and a cut-off tee shirt. He could see the bottoms of her magnificent breasts. 'What a body!' he thought, feeling guilty for even looking at his sweet little Jenny in such a way. But he couldn't drag himself away. Like the old days, when his daughter, Shana, was this age, he allowed himself to look. He knew that Shana had often known he was looking and was quite confident that she got a thrill from displaying her young, ripe body to her father. It was a game to her, he supposed. There were no losers as far as he was concerned. He stood for a few minutes, watching her. She turned slightly, once, revealing a nipple on one of her supple breasts. His cock lurched. He didn't masturbate as often these days, but he figured he might have to do just that tonight.

He made his way downstairs and sat at the table to talk to Shana as she made preparations for supper. She was marinating steaks, putting potatoes in the oven to bake, preparing salads and, of course, making more sweet iced tea.

Jennifer had been dozing when her grandfather used their bathroom. She assumed it was Jackson and only when Bill had opened her door had she realized it was him, viewing him through half closed eyes. She was still half-asleep and really did not want to wake up, so pretended she was fast asleep. She suddenly realized that she was almost naked and that her grandfather must be checking her out. She was surprised that she found herself liking that idea. After all, he was a very handsome man, and ever since she had started having sex she had enjoyed men looking at her.

The next evening, the entire family went to watch Jackson play softball. He had a homerun and two doubles, which was not unusual in slow-pitch softball. Afterward they stopped by the Dairy Queen. Jennifer excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned, her mother asked if she was okay. "Never better in my life," she grinned as she surreptitiously winked at her brother. He patted her knee under the table and smiled happily at her.

That night she crept into his bed. "Jackie! I've never been so glad to be on my period in my life!" she exclaimed, then kissed his lips. "And you know what? I'm so horny!"

Jackson kissed his sister, then their tongues were fucking in and out of each other's mouths. "I want to fuck you so bad, Jen!"

"Don't tempt me. I want it too, but I don't want to do it while I'm on my period," she whispered. "Can I suck your cock? I am dying to! I have not been in the mood for anything for two weeks."

They had done nothing sexual, beyond kissing, since they had last fucked. Two weeks. Jackson had only masturbated a couple of times. He had been so upset that he hadn't been his usual, perpetually-horny self. His sister was now between his legs, removing his underwear. His cock was completely engorged and eager for Jennifer to do whatever she wanted to do with him.

"Turn the light on," she demanded. "I want to see this monster! I love your cock, Big Brother!"

He reached and turned the bedside lamp on, revealing his swollen prick to his twin sister, who was already fondling and kissing and licking it. "Oh, Jackie! It is so beautiful! It just turns me on so FUCKING much!" she gasped as she licked the underside of it and wetly took the head into her mouth. She savored the feeling of her brother's glans inside her mouth. She was so hot for him. Her body craved him. She was already on the verge of orgasm from just looking at it and the realization that she, once again, had her own twin brother's cock inside her mouth. INCEST! The very word turned her on! She loved him and she desired him. More than that, she craved him. She wanted to fuck him so badly!

"Oh, Jen, you just don't know how good that feels!" he exulted. "Suck your Big Brother's cock, you gorgeous little slut!"

His words served to excite her even more. She attempted to go down on her brother as far as she could, copious amounts of saliva pouring from her mouth, wetting his thick, veiny cock. She reached and held his nuts, gently. She wanted their contents in her mouth. "Give me a big load, you stud!" she whispered as she sucked and moved her mouth up and down his cock.

"Stop, Jen. Let me suck your tits!" he begged. He knew he was about to erupt and he wanted it to last longer. Besides, he was hungry to feast on her lust-inciting breasts. He figured that she deserved pleasure as much, or more, than he did. He was severely limited in what he could do for her during her period, but he knew that her breasts were so sensitive that she sometimes had an orgasm when he sucked them.

The twins had no idea that their grandfather, not wanting to disturb their parents, had decided to come upstairs to use the bathroom. Better to wake up Jackson than to awaken the slumbering couple downstairs, he thought. He thought he heard something as he approached Jackson's door. The hallway was completely dark, but he could see a light under Jackson's door and felt his way to the door knob.

Carefully turning it, and peeking inside, he was met with the sight of his beautiful Jenny, his only granddaughter, removing her shirt, clad now only in a pair of bikini panties. Her breasts were magnificent, he thought. He had seen Shana's at that age, and the image was burned into his memory, but Jenny's were even better, firmer looking. She was obviously excited. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. Her body was slender and her shape was perfect. He could even see her abdominal muscles. She was a work of art. Never had he ever seen a girl - a woman - who was this perfect.

What was she doing? What? She was in the bed with her brother - her twin - she was naked with her own brother? She lay down and Jackson rolled to his side. His grandfather could now see that Jackson was naked and that his young, thick cock was fully hard. This was horrible! This had to be stopped. He would burst in and stop this right now! But then he saw Jackson kiss his sister, no brotherly kiss, but a kiss of passion. They were sucking tongues! Bill felt his cock stirring in his pants. He would just see what happened before he broke this awful thing up. Then Jackson was kissing his sister's bountiful breasts and she was arching her body up to him. He was licking, and then sucking her nipples! Bill had never seen anything so salacious in his life.

"Big Brother, they're sore. Be gentle. They love you so much," she moaned as he gently squeezed them as he continued to suck on them. It was obvious that he knew what he was doing and it was obvious that this was not the twins' first time to do this. Jackson reached between his sister's legs and began to rub, very tentatively over the top of her panties. She reached down and put his hand where she wanted it and whispered, "Right there! Make me cum!"

Bill couldn't take it any longer. He reached inside his pajama pants and took his cock out. The head was already smeared with pre-cum, something that rarely ever happened to him anymore. He watched as his grandson continued to suck his own sister's breasts and to rub on her hot little cunt. Bill, of course, couldn't blame him. Who could possibly turn this girl down? She would make a dead man hard. She, single-handedly, could put an end to male homosexuality!

She arched her lower body toward Jackson's hand, as he continued to rub her through her panties and mini-pad. He went from one breast to the other, back and forth, gently kissing and licking her hardened nipples. "Ohhhhhh! Yesssssss! I am cummmmmmmmmmmmming!" she moaned. Bill stroked his cock, wishing he had a handkerchief or some Kleenex or something.

The twins kissed, tenderly, like lovers, then Jennifer got on her knees and kissed Jackson's balls as she hefted them. "They feel so full!" she said, teasingly. "Do you have a big load for your little sister? I want it ALL!"

Bill could barely contain his own moan when he heard his innocent little Jenny say these words. He could clearly see her in profile, her generous breasts projected from her body like missiles as she leaned over to kiss her brother's balls, then lick her way up to the head of his cock. He could see an expression of sheer rapture on his grandson's face. Jennifer's face was more beautiful than ever as she licked around the corona of her twin's swollen penis. Then she kissed and licked at his frenulum, knowing that it was his most sensitive spot. This girl clearly loved sucking a cock.

"I want to fuck you so bad!" she moaned as she looked into his face while she stroked his saliva-wet shaft. "I can't wait until we can fuck again!" With that she lowered her mouth over halfway down his considerable thickness. She seemed to relish it, her eyes closed as if in ecstasy.

"Oh, Baby Sister," Bill heard him gasp. "I'm cumming!"

Bill saw Jennifer take Jackson's shaft in her hand and pump it as she kept her mouth open wide. He could tell when the first blasts of cum shot into her mouth as she moved her head slightly back, then opened her mouth wider. After a few seconds she moved her face back and he could see her, purposely aiming his grandson's spewing cock at her face. Huge wads of white cum were landing on her beautiful face as she moved her hand and her face so that it was completely covered. As the spurts diminished, she dipped her head and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She kept it there until Jackson gently pushed her head up. Her smiling face was dripping with her brother's warm load. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to give Jackson a look at the contents, then swallowed.

Bill was on the verge of cumming, but thought it best to wait until he was back downstairs. He certainly didn't want to leave any evidence that he had been here. He saw his granddaughter wiping cum from her face and licking it off of her fingers, slowly, as her brother watched her.

"I love this stuff, Big Brother. I want it every day. I wish you could make this much every day!" she said, gleefully, as she licked and sucked on her fingers. She suddenly jumped up and made her way to the bathroom. Bill thought this was a good time to make his exit.

The next morning, at breakfast, the twins seemed absolutely giddy. Bill, of course, knew why. They had the perfect situation, he reflected. Who would suspect anything? He just hoped that they were using some kind of protection if they were really having sex - and what Jenny had said last night led him to believe that they were, indeed, doing just that. Bill had used a handkerchief as he jerked himself off after he had returned to his bedroom. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a powerful orgasm. He knew that what his grandchildren were doing was very wrong - it was taboo, but the sight of his incredibly sexy granddaughter's sensuous body and her eagerness to suck the massive load of fresh boy-cum from her twin brother filled him with lust for the young girl. He couldn't imagine anything - not even his beautiful daughter - that could turn him on as much.

As the week progressed, his senses were assaulted, seemingly at every turn. His daughter, Shana, wore clothes that accentuated her womanly curves. It seemed that everything she wore showed cleavage, though it never looked indecent. Jenny was just a walking wet-dream. She looked good in everything. He longed to see her bare breasts again, but knew that probably wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to take the chance of getting caught by trying to spy on her and her brother. He admitted to himself that he would love to watch that again, or even watch her spread her long, tanned legs, welcoming her twin brother into her most secret place. Bill wasn't sure he could turn her down, himself. He certainly couldn't have turned her down when he was a young stud like his grandson now was.

One day, the twins had to drive to the college to purchase their textbooks. Tom had driven into town to get his truck serviced. Bill was left alone with his daughter for the first time since he arrived. He sat at the kitchen table as Shana busied herself with the dishes and making the first preparations for supper. After a while, she made some coffee and sat down to enjoy it with her dad.

"So, Dad, is she prettier than I was at that age?" she asked him, smiling.

"Of course not," he said thoughtfully, "But she is a mighty fine looking young woman."

"I've seen you looking." She laughed at the expression on his face. "I don't care. Any red-blooded guy is going to check her out. I'm glad to see that you haven't gotten old!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" he challenged.

"You used to check me out. I knew it, and you knew that I knew it. Right?"

"Well, Shana..." Bill was at a loss for words.

"Remember that night I got hurt and you had to undress me and wash all that mud off of me?"

Bill looked uncomfortable. "Sure I remember it. I was so worried about you. That was one of the worst nights of my life. It's a wonder those horses didn't trample you."

"Well, that's insulting," Shana said, sarcastically. "You saw me naked and even slept with me - and it was one of the worse nights of your life?"

"You're my daughter!"

"Yes, but you were checking me out. I saw you, and I saw you a lot of times after that. What's wrong with that? You never did anything inappropriate. Just admit that you liked what you saw."

"I liked it, of course, and sometimes I wished you were not my daughter. That sounds terrible, doesn't it? I've always been so proud of you, Shana," he said, almost becoming emotional. "I'm proud of the way you live your life and I'm proud that you are such a beautiful woman. And, by the way, you didn't get that from your mother. You got that from my side of the family," he laughed.

Shana got up and sat in her father's lap. "I miss sitting in my Daddy's lap like I did when it was just you and me at home. It's been a long time, hasn't it, Daddy? Tom and I have been married nearly 20 years!"

Bill was startled that Shana sat in his lap, but since nobody was around didn't really see the harm in it. Being around both Shana and his sexy granddaughter had made him constantly horny ever since he had come to visit. He thought that Shana was a bit heavier than she had been as a girl, which was to be expected, but she still had that lovely shape, those awesome breasts and that beautiful face. If anything, her face was even more gorgeous that it had been all those years ago.

"What are you thinking about, Daddy?" Shana asked as she lay her head on his shoulder.

"How pretty you are," he said, and kissed her cheek. "You're my little girl and I love you more than anything on this earth. Of course you already know that."

Shana had fantasized for years about her Dad. From just kissing him to doing something more overtly sexual. When she was a young woman, she had often thought of her Dad as her husband made love to her. As the years had passed and she wasn't around her father as much, she didn't think about it as much, but occasionally his image would pop into her mind. She would remember her father's muscular physique, his hairy, barrel chest and the thick mat of black hair that covered his stomach. He was so sexy!

Shana looked into her handsome father's face and stroked his brown hair, now streaked with iron gray. It just made him sexier, to her. She suddenly pulled him to her and kissed his lips. To her surprise, he kissed her back. Then his tongue was in her mouth as she lustily sucked it and thrust her own tongue into his mouth. What was she doing? She didn't even care. Not right now. She had always wanted to be kissed by her father, to receive this affirmation that he found her to be a desirable woman. She reached between his legs, and to her great satisfaction, felt his erection through his blue jeans.

Her father stopped her, removing her hand from his groin and breaking the kiss. "Shana, what are we doing, Baby?" he breathed. "This is wrong. We can't do this!"

Shana stood and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her bountiful breasts, encased in a black bra. Her cleavage spilled out, to her father's delight and consternation. "I've been outside digging potatoes," she said. "I need a shower. I'll leave the door open if you want to continue our chat - or anything." She unbuttoned her jean shorts and walked into her bedroom, then into the bathroom. Bill could see that she left the door open, from his vantage, seated at the table.

As he sat there, wondering what just happened, Shana reappeared in her bedroom and, with her back to him, took her shorts down, removed her bra, and let her panties drop to the floor. His cock lurched. She still had the body of a young woman. No fat, no cellulite, tanned, and toned. He could even see the sides of her generous breasts. What was she doing? She had not even gone this far with her teasing when she was a teenager. He had reveled in it at the time because he knew it was just some kind of game with her. She was an inexperienced virgin and just got a thrill of showing off her body to her daddy. He got it. They both got a thrill from it. But now - this was different. She was a married woman and her children were grown. She was almost 40 years old, although her body looked like she was 25. This was more than teasing, he realized. This was an invitation.

He heard the shower running and knew that his daughter had left the door open in full expectation that he would come to her. His mind told him that this was wrong. He had never had sex with a married woman - except his own wife, of course. He had never cheated on his wife, not even after he knew she cheated on him. Bill had always tried to do the right thing. He couldn't possibly do this. He wouldn't. He would get up and go outside and try to get his mind off of this, as impossible as he knew that would be.

Bill got up, intending to walk out the door, but instead, he walked into Shana's bedroom, unbuckled his pants, removed all his clothing, and walked into the bathroom. The shower was running and the sliding, frosted-glass sliding doors hid his daughter's body. He slid the door open. Shana, beautiful in her nakedness, moved over to allow her father room to enter. She wasn't smiling, he noticed. Instead, she had a look of determination on her face. He gazed at her magnificent body, his cock thickening even more. At his age, he couldn't maintain a full erection while standing, even in the presence of the gorgeous, ultra-sexy creature that was his daughter. She didn't say a word, but handed him the bottle of body-wash. He turned away from her as he began to lather his body.

Shana got out of the shower and began to towel off as her father bathed himself. She was trying not to think. She knew what she wanted and she knew that if it didn't happen now - today - that it would never happen. She knew what a great sin it was, but she also knew that she had imagined this a thousand times. Wasn't that sinful, as well? She had never had sex with anyone but her husband, but she had fantasized about other men, including her father, many, many times. She had been propositioned, several times, by men she worked with or knew in social situations - even men with whom she attended church. She had been so tempted, so many times, but she had never allowed herself to follow through. She loved Tom. She could not cheat on Tom! She would explain to her father that this was a big mistake, when he emerged from the shower.

Shana sat on the edge of the bed, combing her damp hair. She heard her father - her naked Daddy - drying himself in her bathroom. She looked up and could see his reflection in the bathroom mirror from where she sat. He was still muscular. His arms were heavily muscled and his chest was massive. She noticed that his body hair was mostly gray now, but he still looked incredibly sexy. Besides that, and way more important to Shana, was how she felt about him. She really didn't even care if he didn't look as good as he used to look. He was still the same person. Her father - the man that she adored more than anyone on earth, until she met Tom. He had taken care of her when she was helpless. Her mother had abandoned him, but he carried on, raising her and doing the best he could. He was a man of impeccable character, a man that people respected.

Bill walked out of the bathroom, his thick cock bobbing in front of him. He sat down next to Shana on the bed, reflecting that he never would have believed that they would be sitting together, naked, and unashamed. Shana took his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. When he tweaked her nipple, she closed her eyes in bliss. He pulled her to him and they lay on the bed, kissing. They didn't speak. What was there to say? He broke the kiss and began to kiss her neck and down to her breasts - the breasts that he had gazed at when she was a teenager - the most perfect breasts, other than his granddaughter's (and that was a close contest) that he had ever seen in his life. He began to hungrily devour them, giving in to his lust. His cock stiffened. He had wanted this girl - this woman - for most of her life. He didn't know when he first started lusting for her, but it was long before the incident at the horse show when she was 18. He massaged her bountiful mounds, licked them, and sucked the nipples. He held one in each hand as he moved his head back and forth between them, wetting them with his saliva.

Shana eagerly thrust her breasts at Bill. She was proud of them and had always loved it when he admired them, even if it was unspoken. She had always wanted - needed - her daddy to suck them. He deserved it. He was so good. His life had not been easy. He deserved to enjoy what he had created - his own daughter. She delighted in the thought, as she gave herself totally to thoughts of incest. Incest was, and always had been, her biggest turn-on. She had even found incest stories online that she had secretly read. She had known a girl in college that had related to her the fact that she had experimented with her own brother - and they had even gone all the way once. It had made Shana so horny, and she had masturbated thinking about the siblings many times. But the topic that turned her on more than anything, of course, was dad-daughter sex. She had wanted her father so badly, even as a teenager. She imagined having a sexual relationship with him for most of her life. Now, as her father mauled and sucked at her breasts, she gave herself completely to it. She moaned and pulled Bill's head tightly to her breasts as he suckled. The man knew what he was doing and he was obviously hungry for her. Her Daddy wanted her!

Shana slid out from under him and, crawling on hands and knees, placed herself between his hairy legs. She held his cock, looking at it, comparing it in her mind to her husband's. Not as long, for sure, but just as thick, she thought. She loved sucking Tom off, and had slowly but surely learned how to take most of his thick cudgel into her throat. She fervently desired to show off this skill to her father. She hefted his nuts and lovingly kissed them and then took, first one, then the other, carefully into her mouth. Her father moaned, "Oh Shana, that's so good." These were the first words either of them had spoken since she had left the kitchen to take a shower.

"I'm so glad, Daddy," she murmured. "I love you so much!" She slowly licked his bulging cock all over, not missing a spot. She lay flat on her stomach, her boobs propping her up as she licked at his frenulum, inserting her tongue into his meatus, and then slowly encircled his glans with her wet tongue. "I love your cock, Daddy. It is so beautiful," she said, sensuously. Then she tilted his cock so that she could put the head into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, totally enamored with the very thought of what she was doing to her own father.

"Oh, Honey, that's going to make me cum if you do that long," he warned.

Change of plan. Shana knew that, if he came, he was not likely to be able to fuck her - and fuck her he must! She wanted it and needed it and wasn't going to be denied. She had waited all her life for this opportunity and it might not ever come again. As sinful as it was, she thought, she would always wish they had done it - for the rest of her life. She regretfully let his cock slip out of her hand and kissed up his hairy body, thinking how different it was from her almost hairless husband. Equally sexy - just different.

She kissed his mouth and they licked each other's lips and tongues. She bit his ear and put her tongue as deep into it as she could, fucking it in and out. She whispered, "I want you to fuck your little girl."

Bill took her in his powerful arms and flipped her over on her back. He hoisted her legs up, spreading them. He kissed her breasts, then her stomach, then, pushing her legs further up, he bent to taste her. Her aroma assaulted his senses. It reminded him of when a stud horse smelled of a mare. It was an amazing sight to see a stallion's massive cock harden from smelling the female, and then to mount her. Bill tasted his daughter. She was delicious. His cock throbbed. He licked her swollen clit and Shana responded by pushing her crotch upward from the bed as she moaned with pleasure.

Bill licked Shana's wet pussy from bottom to top and then swiped her clit again with his thick tongue. "Oh, Daddy! Fuck me!" Shana gasped as she pulled at his hair.

Bill got on his knees, between her legs, placing the head of his swollen cock in her cuntal crease. "Shana, I love you," he managed to say, his voice cracking as he began to ease himself inside her warm, wet, eager pussy.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk, Daddy! It's so good! Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee!" she begged.

Bill slowly eased himself inside her, as she splayed her legs wide, wantonly offering her beautiful body to the incestuous coupling. "Shana, baby, baby..."

"Call me your little girl," she whispered. "Please tell me what you are doing to your little girl!"

Bill looked at her. Her face was a mask of unbridled lust. She was definitely into this. She wanted it. He realized that she had wanted it, as had he, all these years. He began to move his thick bludgeon in and out of her wet, slick, hole. "I am fucking my little girl," he exulted, breathlessly. "My beautiful little girl!" he said tenderly.

"Fuck it, Daddy," she moaned as she rested a hand on his buttocks, encouraging him to fuck her harder. "Daddy, fuck your little girl! Fuck my little pussy!" she groaned.

Bill increased the pace, pounding his eager daughter as she wrapped her long legs around his body, spreading her legs even wider, welcoming him into her depths. "Shana, Shana..." he chanted as he gazed down at the incredible sight of this ravishing beauty - his daughter - as she hungrily gave her body to him. "Oh, Little Girl, your Daddy is going to cum inside you!"

"Yes, Daddy. Breed your little girl, you stud!" she screamed as her own orgasm consumed her. Her entire body was shaking. She pulled at his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper inside her as her pussy clamped around his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh I'm cumming on your big stallion cock!" she screamed, not caring what she said or whether it made any sense or not.

Bill's cum poured into his daughter. He was positive that he hadn't cum this much in decades. His orgasm was as mind blowing as any he could ever remember. "Unggggggggggggh, Baby, you're so gooooooood!" he cried as jet after jet of his warm cream filled his daughter's womb.

He lay on top of her for several minutes, both of them out of breath from their exertions, both of them covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Finally, Bill rolled off of her. She lay on her side to look at him, still coming down from her delicious orgasm. She felt no regret. She felt no shame. She felt no guilt.​