Part One - One Extraordinary Request

MAURA PASSED ME A mug of coffee and settled onto the sofa at my side. Demonstrating the casual familiarity of our relationship, she reached for my arm and drew it over her shoulder, holding onto my hand gently and inspecting the palm, tracing the palm lines as I sipped.

"So. What gives, Sis?" I asked.

Maura was eighteen months my junior and, at twenty-three, in the prime of her life. She'd telephoned and asked to come over, "I need to talk, Luke." It wasn't an unusual occurrence with the exception that it was late afternoon on a Friday and she almost never telephoned before dropping by. Usually her chats were limited to weekends, stopping in on her way to somewhere or on her way back from somewhere; she kept herself very busy.

I didn't mind. I liked her; strange but true. I actually enjoyed my sister's company. She was bright and vivacious and fun to be around most of the time. I couldn't remember the last time I tired of her presence.

Growing up we'd been typical siblings, arguing and hating each other with loving enthusiasm, consoling each other, and uniting against our parents' too-strict rules, lying to Mom and Dad to protect each other when we'd sneak out at night, or steal some beer, or Maura would have a boy over; I was less fortunate with girls.

Pre-puberty we'd played together comfortably, unaware of the differences in sex or appearance. As puberty attacked we grew apart, our attention turning to other more exciting areas; boys for Maura, girls for me. And, post-puberty, we led different lives only coming together in a united front to press our parents for more freedoms.

However, two more different people couldn't have existed. We were both adopted; both cherished and loved by grateful parents. I was olive skinned and dark haired, and sun tanned me a deep brown. Maura, with alabaster-skin, fiery red hair, and penetrating emerald green eyes, was waif-like and burned a lobster red in the sun to match her hair. Our genealogical roots were only explained to us when we hit our teen years, became conscious of our differences, and started asking questions. Where one might have expected shocked astonishment, we calmly accepted the news of our adoption without the blink of an eye. Both of us had better things to do than worry about our birth parents. It was a tribute to Mom and Dad's love that we never cared about being adopted.

At eighteen Maura had married her high school sweetheart, Barry Levinson, the jock, the handsome one, the tall and muscular one. I, on the other hand, had married no one. Geeks and nerds - defined as those not muscle-bound, not sports-obsessed, and burdened with an intellect - were not the ideal catch for young girls. Despite feeling quite handsome and not sporting calculators or pens in my shirt pocket, I found my selection of dateable females to be limited to those with severe self-esteem issues, strange skin challenges, well padded physiques, aversions to makeup, or narrow expectations of their future; a singularly unappealing group.

We still lived in the same town we'd grown up in, a metropolis of eight thousand souls lost in tens of thousands of acres of wheat and corn fields, with one movie theater, hundreds of country and western bars, square dancing marathons, one country club, and two dealerships; Ford and Massey Ferguson. Don't ask why I stayed. I have no idea. Maybe it was just lethargy.

I found peace in a small bungalow and computer coding. Officially, that made me a nerd; a wealthy one which was something I kept well hidden.

Maura seemed to take to married life like a duck to water, at least in the beginning, and as we lived our separate lives in the small town a strange thing happened, we grew closer; like when we were young kids.

Taking a sip of coffee, I asked Maura what was up as she inspected my hand, studying each of my fingernails rather intently. I wondered if she was debating whether to clean them for me, file the nails, or give me a French polish treatment. "What did you need to see me about?"

"I . . . It's like this . . . I . . ." A little color emerged on her high cheekbones. She drew in a deep breath. "Barry and I have been going through a rough patch. I think he's beginning to lose interest in me, Luke. We aren't as close as we used to be and he hardly ever wants me, you know . . . in bed. Just on the weekends, sometimes . . . most times after he's been drinking."

"Is he cheating on you?"

"Oh no! At least I don't think so. It's just, we seem to be drifting apart. Anyway, I've decided to have a baby and make us a true family. It's time and maybe it will bring us together again . . ."

"You're pregnant?" I interrupted, excited at the prospect. Me an uncle?

"No! Shut up and let me finish," she said firmly.

I sipped coffee as she played with my hand, now moving my fingers as if checking their mobility, or seeing if there was dirt between them; a very motherly trait.

"Anyway, I've tried. I did all the things I could to get him into bed; romantic dinners, sexy lingerie, and stuff like that. It didn't seem to have much impact but when I told him outright I wanted sex he . . . obliged, I guess the word would be. But it hasn't worked; I haven't gotten pregnant."

"Well it takes time, doesn't it?"

Maura sighed. "It's been almost six months."

"Still . . ."

Maura played with my hand distractedly. "I've just come from an appointment with Dr. Wilson."

"And?" I asked when she paused.

"I'm fine. I'm healthy and fertile. Dr. Wilson told me that there was only one possible explanation for me not getting pregnant. It had to be Barry. Barry must be sterile or have sperm with low motility."

"Wow! He's not going to appreciate hearing that," I said. "Lazy sperm. Huh?"

Maura chuckled. "Barry? The sports jock? It'll kill him, or he'll deny it."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I'm not."

"Maura, you have to. If you want a baby you need to have him tested."

Maura glanced up at me, her remarkably penetrating emerald eyes wide. "I haven't told him I'm trying to get pregnant, Luke. He doesn't know and, if he did, I'm afraid he might say he doesn't want a baby."

"Well that's a problem, Sis."

"Tell me about it." Maura turned and moved away from my side, one leg curling up under her as she sat sideways on the sofa, reaching out and taking my hand again. "I was hoping you could help me."

"How? Do you need money for artificial insemination?"

"Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know." She took a deep breath, squeezing my hand. Looking down into her lap, she spoke softly. "I thought, maybe . . . uh, you could . . . um . . ."

Somehow, I knew what she was going to ask. "You want me to donate sperm?" I asked incredulously. "You're my sister!" I exclaimed without thinking.

"Not really," she quickly interjected. "We're not genetically related and, well you're dark haired and so is Barry and you're as tall as he is and you both have dark brown eyes and, except that he's muscular and his waist is spreading and you're still slim, there's not a lot of difference, except you're nice and smart and he's a bit narrow minded and . . . boring sometimes, but you see?"

"Maura, the fertility clinics have hundreds of sperm samples. They specialize in matching a donor to what you want."

"But I won't know what that person's like. He could be a serial killer for all I know. I know you. You're the type of person I'd like my child to be."

I saw pleading in Maura's eyes. I was shocked at what she was asking me to do, but when I calmed down and thought it over, considered what she'd said, really considered it, and as I watched her staring at me with nervous expectation and such hope in her eyes, I decided, where's the harm? She's right. We aren't genetically related.

The thought of jacking off at one of those clinics made me shudder. Man, it sounded so sordid. Nevertheless, for Maura . . .

"Okay. I'll do it. I'll donate sperm. But you can't ever tell anyone, especially Mom and Dad. They'd have a shit fit."

A beautiful smile emerged on her face. "Thanks, Luke," she gushed leaning over and hugging me.

"So, where's the clinic?" I asked. Our town didn't have one that I was aware of.

"Clinic?"

"The fertility clinic. Where is it?"

"Oh. I don't know yet. I haven't done the research. I've only just come from Dr. Wilson." Maura jumped up with a smile, bent and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Bro. I'll be in touch."

The way she almost bounced out the front door made me smile. Maura was happy again. I liked seeing her bubbly and happy. She'd drag the world along with her when she was like that, making everyone smile and feel bright.

Knocking at the front door woke me up from my Saturday afternoon snooze on the leather sofa. Leaving the television on, a baseball game in progress, I checked the score before walking to the door, contorting my body as I tried to scratch between my shoulder blades.

Maura smiled in greeting. "Can I come in? I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

Why was she asking? Usually she'd charge in as if she owned the place. I held the door open, stepping back to give her room and took the opportunity to use the leading edge of the door to deal with my itch, rubbing myself up and down like a black bear against a tree trunk. My mental sigh of relief was heartfelt.

Following her into the kitchen, I pulled out chair and sat at the somewhat scarred wooden table, watching while she bustled about as if it was her own kitchen.

"Want coffee?" she asked and, without waiting for an answer, filled a kettle with water.

"Maura?" I asked, admiring her while waiting for her to turn. "What's up?" She looked good in her jeans and white blouse. Her red hair was pulled up in a ponytail and as thick as a vixen's tail. It rode high at the back of her head. Her skinny-legged jeans made her look more slender than usual. Royal blue Keds were worn without socks.

"I found the clinic and it's not going to work," she said, reaching for ground coffee. "It's in Chicago."

"So?" I asked.

"I'd have to stay overnight."

"So?" I was still a bit confused. "What's the problem?"

"I can't stay overnight, Luke."

"Of course you can. Just tell Barry you're seeing friends."

"No. It won't work." She finally looked at me. "You have to go every two months until it catches, regardless if it's artificial insemination or in vitro fertilization. I can't go that often. Barry would be too suspicious. And besides, it can cost up to eight thousand dollars for each treatment."

"If it's money you're . . ."

"No! Don't," she interrupted. "I won't take your money and I can't afford it."

Her face showed strain. I wondered what it felt like to be a woman and be unable to conceive or have a child. I was quite sure the husband wouldn't feel the same emotional angst. It was a primal urge with some women, almost a sense of fulfillment they'd only achieve by giving birth and having a baby suckling them. I wondered what Maura would do now. Have an affair? That could solve her problem.

Yet I had trouble imagining my sister having a casual fling with anyone in town. She was far too discreet for that. Besides, who would fit the bill?

"I'm sorry, Maura," I said with sympathy. "But, if you won't take my money and you can't get away, I think your options are limited."

"Why?" she asked, turning to scoop ground coffee into the French press.

"Either you accept not having a baby, or you divorce Barry and marry someone else, or you take the risk and have a fling with someone in town. Unfortunately, a fling is not something that would stay secret for very long."

"Not necessarily." She unplugged the kettle and poured boiling water into the French press, grabbed a couple of mugs and brought it all over to the table.

"How so?" I asked. When her green eyes stared at me and she blushed, I knew what she was going to say next. "No," I answered before she even asked.

She looked at me. "Why not? We're not genetically related."

"You're my sister."

"By adoption."

"It's incest."

Maura pressed the filter and poured two mugs, steam rising, the scent of fresh coffee filling the kitchen. "Am I that ugly?" she asked quietly.

"Good God no! But you're my sister!"

She turned her intense eyes to me. "Please, Luke? It's the only safe way."

Just bringing the subject up revealed the depth of my sister's need, of her desperation. What determination and courage it must have taken to even ask something so outrageous. And it was; crazy outrageous. Completely out of the question.

MAURA STUDIED HER NAKED body in the dresser mirror, frowning in disapproval at her small breasts and slender hips. She'd always been a petite size zero when shopping; so embarrassing. Barry had encouraged her to get breast implants, "At least make them a handful, Maura," he'd suggested and she'd almost agreed. The only thing stopping her had been a bunch of bad news out of Europe over recalls and leaking silicone; that, and seeing the unnatural whoppers on several TV personalities. Ugly.

Turning, Maura inspected her derrière. She thought it was her best feature, perfectly pear-shaped, firm and not too large thanks to daily jogging. She blushed when she thought about her brother seeing her naked, then wondered what he'd look like naked, her blush intensifying when she inadvertently wondered how big Luke's cock would be. Nerves made her giggle, something she hadn't done since her teen years. God, she was going to have sex with Luke! It was an exciting yet terrifying prospect.

Pulling open a drawer, she searched through her panties and bras, selecting and discarding, searching for the right set. She knew nothing about what he liked or what he found sexy. And while the reason for the whole thing was rather clinical, she wanted to be sexy for him. It was the least she could do.

Actually, she needed it, too. She realized she needed to feel sexy and desirable. She wasn't a prude, but she'd had one lover, Barry, and over five years of marriage, the sensual, seductive elements of attraction and arousal had evaporated leaving sporadic weekly sex consumed in bed in the dark, quick and unadventurous and increasingly unsatisfying.

To overcome her nerves she needed to feel sexy. How was it going to work? What would it be like stripping naked in front of her brother? Would they just have sex or make love? Would they even kiss? What would Luke want?

She found her emerald green satiny bikini panties and padded bra, the color matching her eyes nicely. Barry hadn't even noticed the first time she'd worn the lingerie for him. It was the only time she'd worn them. The bra was shimmering satin with delicate lace decorating the edges of the cups and clever hidden padding that gave her bust a much-needed boost. The panties had a lovely sheer, patterned front panel that partly exposed underneath, the rear panel sheer, shimmering green without the lacy pattern leaving her butt crack very visible, the gusset double-lined. Holding them up, Maura nodded at the selection and slipped the panties on followed by the bra, moving it and adjusting it to fit comfortably. With quick glance in the mirror, she approved.

Now, clothes. Something comfortable, easy to remove, and definitely not sexy. If Barry saw her getting all dolled up he'd immediately be suspicious. As it was, telling him she was going to have dinner with her brother, Barry was unsuspecting. She settled on simple straight-leg jeans and a matching powder blue silk blouse. Did sex with different men feel different? Was it all the same? What would Luke smell like when naked and pressed against her?

Maura felt her nervousness, her stomach flittering and feeling unsettled, sort of like being seasick. As she walked into the en suite bathroom to apply makeup, she noticed her fingers trembling slightly. What would it be like to kiss Luke as a lover, not as a brother? Hair up or down? She piled her red hair up and studied herself in the mirror. No. Down. A simple velvet black clasp at the nape of her neck.

I PACED NERVOUSLY, MY heart rate elevated, palms sweaty. I was convinced I wouldn't be able to get an erection. How embarrassing would that be?

For the last week, Maura had called and all she'd said was, "Please, Luke?" I'd refused, refused, and refused again. And then . . . well, then I hadn't. When it came right down to it, I wanted Maura to be happy. She wanted a baby. A child would make her happy. All it would take was for me to overcome one huge hurdle. She was my sister!

She'd giggled with delight on the phone when I agreed; giggled! Maura giggling? And hesitantly, like shy teenagers, we'd agreed on Saturday, tonight, to . . . Damn, I was so nervous I wasn't even horny. What was I supposed to do?

How was this going to work? Would we strip and jump into bed? Have intercourse dispassionately and voilà, done? Was I supposed to seduce her? Kiss her? Should I offer drinks first? And who was going to make the first move? Me? Maura? Thank goodness I'd made dinner. Would she want to eat?

Man I was nervous.

I physically jumped at the knock on the front door, a softer, more hesitant knock than I was used to from my sister. Wiping sweaty palms on my Chinos I went to answer the door.

"Uh, what should we do first?" Maura asked as we stood in the small kitchen, both of us fidgeting and looking lost, our eyes not quite meeting.

Maura looked so nervous, her fingers picking nonexistent fluff off her sleeves, eyes darting all over.

"Do you think we should have dinner first? Maybe a drink to relax? Some wine?" I suggested.

Maura let out a breath of relief and smiled. "Yes. That'd be good. What's for dinner?"

Food and alcohol, a sumptuous Ripasso Valpolicella, calmed us. We ate a tender beef rib roast with oven-roasted root vegetables tossed in a Balsamic vinegar reduction, chatted about everything except why we were having dinner, and retired to the cozy living room once dinner was over.

"I'm really nervous," I admitted. "Worse than my first date."

"Me, too, Luke. What if we pretend?"

Maura sat to my side on the sofa and sipped her glass of wine. "We can pretend we're teens dating. This is our third date. It's your house and your parents are out for the night. You've invited me over. I'm nervous. Will you kiss me tonight? Will I let you? Should I let you?"

"Okay, let's pretend." I rested an arm over her shoulder, sipped my wine, and joined in. "I've planned it. I knew Mom and Dad were going out for a while but waited to ask you over because I was shy," I said. "When you agreed to come over instead of going to the movies I got all sorts of ideas."

"Like what?" Maura asked, leaning forward to put her wine down on the coffee table before sitting back and picking my hand up, playing with it as she always did when nervous or distracted.

"Well, you're so pretty, I wondered what it would be like to kiss you and would you let me French kiss you. Actually, I'd get hard-ons thinking about maybe feeling your boobs over your blouse. I was sort of worried, though, cuz you've probably had experience kissing and I haven't and you might laugh at me."

Maura chuckled. "I decided I was going to let you kiss me. I got horny when I decided to let you rub my pussy over my jeans. But, I was scared you'd feel my breasts and get disappointed."

"Really? Why?" I asked in surprise. I was even more surprised when Maura blushed lightly.

"Because my breasts are so small and I wear padded bras."

I grinned. "Well, given that I've never felt a girl's breasts, I don't know any better so how could I get disappointed?"

Maura's blush intensified. "No, Luke. I mean I'm still small . . . and I still wear padded bras."

I was confused. "So? What's that got to do with the price of tea in China?"

"You don't mind? Don't you like big boobs like all guys?"

That made me laugh. "Jeez, Maura, anything more than a handful gets left out and lonely, doesn't it?"

She grinned. "How about less than a handful?" she suggested and taking the hand she'd been playing with, she drew it to her blouse hesitantly. "See?" she said pressing my palm to her chest. Her blush grew into a bright red flush.

She was right. I cupped her breast feeling the padding of her bra and, suddenly, I felt an erection form. Suddenly, cupping my sister's small breast was sexy and arousing. And as I looked into her lovely green eyes and admired her familiar pretty face, I saw a beautiful young woman, not just my sister. I stared at her moist red lips, and watched them part slightly as I bent close enough to taste her breath. She turned her face up to me, eyelids closing, head tilting, and we kissed gently.

MAURA FELT HER STOMACH flutter at Luke's kiss, something that had never happened before. She'd looked at this as a sexual liaison being conducted for an ulterior motive. But his kiss was so surprisingly gentle it almost felt loving and that was completely unexpected. It was soft and sensual and made her relax. It was much, much sweeter than she'd imagined.

Reaching up, she held his neck and pulled his lips against her mouth. She parted her lips in an invitation and her nipples puckered up when her brother's tongue hesitatingly touched her lips. Suddenly the kiss ended. She opened her eyes to see Luke grinning at her.

"What?"

"I was worried I wouldn't be able to, um, you know, get aroused. I mean, you being my sister and all."

"And?" Maura asked watching his warm dark brown eyes sparkle.

"No problemo! Not an issue!"

Maura laughed. What a goof. Her nipples ached. "Me neither," she said. She watched the silly grin on his face fade. Gee, with that look in his eyes he really was quite handsome. When did that happen?

He stood and extended his hand.

"Shall we?" he asked softly.

Her nerves returned full force when she entered his bedroom. The low Swedish-style bed had a quilt thrown over it; simple white sheets and white quilt cover with a white-on-white pattern of wide vertical lines. Four fluffy pillows with matching pillowcases rested against the simple, rectangular blonde ash headboard. A matching dresser supporting a flat panel TV stood against the wall at the foot of the bed. The floor was pale ash polished bright, a small colorful Mexican area rug by the bedside, and, to the right, two folding doors leading to a walk-in closet.

Maura was impressed. She'd never been in Luke's bedroom and it showed remarkable taste, one she liked a lot. But now she was here, she was nervous again. She was going to be naked in front of her brother.

MY ERECTION WILTED AS we stood inside the doorway. I could feel embarrassment return, a warm flush and butterflies in my stomach. I was going to be naked in front of my sister! It was a strange and mildly upsetting feeling. What was I supposed to do now? Shuck my clothes and jump into bed? "Um, Maura . . ." I began, my voice trailing off.

She looked up at me. Standing at my side, the top of my sister's head reached my shoulder reinforcing how petite she was, her personality normally making her such a bigger presence.

"How about we continue with our little charade?" she suggested, correctly understanding my nervousness. "I'm your date. You're seventeen, no, sixteen. I'm . . ." she glanced down at her chest and back up, ". . . fourteen?" she proposed with a grin, adding, "Underage and illegal?"

Amused and smiling, I asked, "Are you a nymphomaniac? I've always wanted one of those."

"Luke!" she chastised, eyes wide. Then, intrigued, asked, "Really? You like the idea of a loose woman who'll sleep with anyone?"

My smile broadened into a grin. "Am I sixteen?"

Maura laughed. "Boys!"

"So," I said drawing her into my body, my hands slipping down her slender back to cup her compact jean-clad buttocks carefully. "Are you my fourteen-year-old firecracker?"

"No," she replied, batting her pretty eyes and moving my hands off her butt and up to her waist with a smile. "I'm your fourteen-year-old inexperienced virgin who has a crush on a sexy sixteen-year-old." She pressed her body against me, her hands moving to my hips, face upturned.

If she was trying to get a rise out of me, she did. I felt it stir. Bending my head down, I kissed her again, at first softly, enjoying her silken lips. My eyes closed at the touch of her tongue and I quite forgot whom I was kissing. Holding her against me, my erection getting stronger and tighter in my jeans, I murmured into her mouth when she pressed herself against the bulge, warm arousal flowing through me.

Moving backwards we gently tumbled onto the bed, our kiss still intense, tongues intertwined. Maura felt light and petite and all female on top of me, one of her thighs slipping between my legs to press sensually against my crotch.

I held her butt and brought my knee up between her legs to press against her crotch, my other hand caressing her back over her silk blouse, feeling the bra strap underneath. Like teenagers we rubbed against each other languorously, arousing and exciting, kissing each other. Her perfume wafted over me; L'Air du Temps, a warm spicy scent, flowers, woodsy.

When I found the waist of her jeans, I tugged her blouse up, sliding my hand underneath to touch warm silken skin. Fingertips followed the bumps of her spine until I reached her bra and touched the clasp. A slight pinch and it popped open. It also ended the kiss very suddenly.

"Holy cow, Luke," Maura observed with admiration. "That was masterfully done!"

Her eyes were heated, lips red. Her smile communicated amusement. I felt rather proud, too. It usually took me three tries to open bras. Practice wasn't something that happened frequently.

Before I could respond, though, Maura's thigh pressed against my erection. She slipped partially to my side, her hand on my chest sliding down to rest gently over the lump in my pants. It was a phenomenally sexy move. It was strangely exciting to have my sister touching me so intimately, feeling my arousal. She didn't grope or probe, just rested her hand on the prominent lump and the intimacy of the gesture made it even more erotic.

I reached down and covered the back of her hand, pressing slightly as a signal. The pressure felt wonderful. At the same time, I kissed her again, gently like the first kiss, soft, lips touching, little nibbles. Through actions, I tried to tell her it was okay. I tried to show her how, surprisingly, I now wanted to make love to her, because I did. She was wonderfully sexy and exciting and unknown and illicit, yet so familiar.

MAURA SHIVERED WHEN A wave of arousal flushed through her. This was really exciting, far more exciting than anything she'd experienced in a long time. Suddenly the feel of Luke's erection in his pants made everything real. She experienced the intoxicating thrill of first exploration, of discovery, hesitant yet yearning. Her nervousness was exciting. A flush of arousal blossomed in her pussy when she felt the size of her brother's erection. Under her hand it seemed longer, perhaps bigger than what she was used to.

Tremors shook her at the touch of his lips. His hand encouraging her and pressing her hand to his erection excited her. And for some strange reason knowing that she'd aroused him added to her own arousal. Lying slightly to his side, kissing her brother gently, Maura pulled her hand away from his groin and searched for the button of his slacks, unbuttoning it and feeling unexpectedly nervous, as if it was the first time she'd done something so forward, so blatantly sexual; the first time she'd been about to touch a boy intimately. She fiddled with the zipper, her arousal building with every move. Trembling and nervous, she slipped her fingers under the waist of his underwear. God, I'm going to touch my brother's cock!

Silky soft pubic hair brushed on her fingertips. Flutters returned to her stomach, heart racing.

And with a gasp into his kiss, she gently touched his erection. The soft kiss became more intense, her tongue probing into Luke's mouth, a silent moan, heart beating a staccato rhythm. Maura carefully fished down and took his cock in her hand; thick and long, circumcised, hot and pulsing, his arousal so incredibly sexy. Her pussy clenched, moist and throbbing. Wild, heated desire hit when she squeezed his thick shaft and felt his rigidity. An ached deep inside her emerged. Suddenly she needed skin contact, body to body, to be naked together with him. It was an imperative.

"Luke," she gasped breaking the kiss. "Take them off," she urged, her hand tugging at his slacks.

He rolled away and stood, pants falling to the floor. When he tugged his shirt over his head, Maura started shucking her clothes, jeans flying, shoes kicked off. She unbuttoned her blouse mindlessly, all her attention on the tent in her brother's plain white boxers. She didn't even realize she'd tossed her bra to the floor until Luke paused, his eyes intense and staring.

Suddenly she understood what he was looking at. Embarrassment flooded back at her and she covered her chest with her hands. Luke had been staring at her almost nonexistent breasts. She scuttled under the quilt, using it as protective armor to his gaze. Arousal faded slightly, repressed by sudden, all too familiar shyness.

I'D BECOME DISTRACTED TO the point of not moving. Maura wasn't kidding when she said she had small breasts. They were! They looked like they should be on a pubescent girl, not a twenty-two-year-old. When she blushed and covered herself with the quilt, I realized how rude I was being, especially given her sensitivity about her breasts. But she didn't understand.

"No, don't," I said quietly, slipping under the quilt and moving to her side. "Please don't cover them, Maura. They're quite beautiful."

Maura studied me intently, her penetrating emerald eyes probing. A look of surprise emerged on her face, the blush fading.

"You're serious," she said with surprise.

Pulling the quilt from her grip, I lowered it exposing her chest, bent and kissed a remarkably large, gorgeous stiff nipple. "Of course I'm serious," I answered. "You have beautiful breasts."

Cupping one, the hard nipple pressed to my palm, it fit my hand perfectly despite it mounding only slightly off her chest. Maura's breast was sensual and petite and gorgeous, just like her. Naked, with her slender, waif-like physique, it was easy to imagine her as the fourteen-year-old she'd suggested we role-play and I found that rather exciting.

Her hand covered mine. She smiled a beautiful smile full of pleasure and relief. Ease with each other's nakedness had happened without us knowing. We kissed and I pulled her onto her side facing me, my erection pressed to her. Tongues teased. My hand found a scrumptious panty-covered ass and I fondled with delight, exploring the shape of my sister's butt. Exercise had given her sculpted buttocks, firm yet yielding to my caresses and light gropes. Slender hips flowed into the flare of her behind, buttocks merging with toned thighs. My fingertips traced the valley formed by her butt cheeks lightly. I had been an ass-lover all my adult life and Maura's was perfect; small, compact, and pear-shaped - the definition of sexy.

MAURA SHUDDERED AT HER brother's exploratory touch. It was so much gentler than Barry's and much more sensual for its lightness. Luke wasn't groping crudely and rushing to copulate. He was caressing as if he loved her body, almost worshiping her and it felt so good, so different.

Emboldened, Maura slipped her hand down between them. She felt Luke suck in his flat stomach. Her hand slid under the elastic waist and, with a rush of pleasure, she held her brother's cock again, thick and rigid and long, and so intensely exciting, illicitness adding something special to the thrill. Need rushed at her, insistent and demanding. She experienced the deep ache inside her lower stomach that came with powerful sexual need. Her breasts grew heavy and sensitive. Moisture made her cleft slippery. She squeezed her brother's erection gently but firmly loving its rigidity and its responsive flex.

It might have been relief that she, even with her almost non-existent breasts, aroused him. It might have been relief that she didn't feel the awkwardness of being in bed with her brother that she'd worried about. It might have been Luke's gentle, loving attention or the surprising excitement of sex with someone other than her husband. Whatever it was, she needed Luke. She ached to have him inside her, penetrating her, no foreplay, no sweet loving. Not this time. It was primal; a desperate need for sweet release.

"I'm ready, Luke," she whispered, trying to push his boxers off. He moved, hips rising. His naked erection poked her in her stomach, his legs shucking the boxers.

Heart racing, she pushed her panties down and kicked them off, reaching for Luke and pulling him to her, his thick erection pressed between them. Facing each other, she hugged him tight, naked against each other.

Luke caressed her ass gently, slowly, exploring her shape almost lovingly. She felt his cock flex and reached down between them to hold it again, shuddering when she felt its wet tip, precum leaking, such a beautifully thick erection. Anticipation thrummed through her.

She kissed him. Lips touched. Tongues met. Maura moaned, lifting her leg over his thigh and guiding his erection down to her pussy. Her nipples ached and, God, she needed to be filled, to feel Luke inside her, stretching her.

All thoughts of seduction, of giving him pleasure, fled in the face of overwhelming desire, a driving need she'd never experienced before. It was powerful and all-consuming. Perhaps the idea she might get pregnant was intensifying her emotions, her desire, but, God, now Luke. Please God, now.

Maura let his erection go and reached up to hug him. She broke the kiss, her lips feeling bruised and swollen. Rolling onto her back she tugged her brother. "On top," she murmured, her nipples stiff, sore, and sensitive.

His erection nestled to her moist pussy when he moved over and between her welcoming thighs, her knees bent. On raised arms, he looked down at her with dark sexy eyes. She felt his gaze move from her face to her small breasts and down to her pussy. What did he see?

"Jesus, Maura. Your pubes are red, too!" he said. His eyes returned to her face. "Really sexy," he added and smiling, he bent.

The light kiss on her nipple sent waves of pleasure through her. The gentle suck that followed made her pussy flush and ache. His nip and tug of her nipple almost brought on her climax.

Reaching for his hips, Maura tugged and curled her pussy up, pressing against the slippery tip of her brother's erection.

"Oh, Lord," she gasped. God she was horny and wet.

It started with his cock pressing urgently at her entrance, forcing her cleft apart. She felt herself stretching, stretching, and stretching even more, too much. A small spike of pain hit right before the pressure suddenly abated and his erection plunged into her, filling her more completely than she'd felt before. Luke was much bigger and gloriously longer than Barry.

Breath expelled in a grunt when his crown thumped into her deepest part. A twinge of aroused pain coursed through her when his groin smacked against her clit.

Eyes closed, concentrating on the sensation of being beautifully stuffed, she reached up and hugged her brother, pulling him down on top of her, his firm weight so good.

"God this feels good," she whispered, her mind dizzy with sensations bombarding her.

One of his hands found her buttock and squeezed.

"You're so tight, Sis," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot. "You feel so damned good."

He withdrew exquisitely slowly. She tried to clench her pussy and hold him in, failing and feeling emptiness and loss and a yearning to feel full again. His hips thrust firmly, erection plunging deep, filling, beautiful pleasure blossoming inside making her grunt quietly.

A familiar rhythm emerged; Luke withdrawing, slow, teasing, until just his crown stretched her entrance; Maura pulling, her hands on his firm ass, his thick erection plunging in and gloriously filling her.

Sensations began to overwhelm her, full, empty, full. The rhythm of love slowly gained pace, long full strokes, not rushed, just perfect. And with them urgency emerged in her, a feeling of heaviness in her pussy, a strange ache blossoming inside her needing to be sated, her nipples sensitive, tender. She hooked her legs over Luke's thighs, panting at the storm of sensations assaulting her body; the promise of ecstasy so close, so close.

With each firm thrust, Luke was reaching into her deeper than Barry ever had, touching something inside that seemed connected to her nipples. His beautiful thick erection was stretching her, scraping across her clitoris with every wonderful, hard stroke, the tip of his cock kissing her end. Buzzing started in her ears and pressure built in her chest as she gasped for air, her hands holding his sexy ass as he fucked her so deeply, so firmly. Never, Barry had never made her feel so good.

Suddenly, when bliss slammed into her, Maura forgot all about having a baby, about becoming pregnant. She couldn't believe it! She was actually cumming! She'd never, ever climaxed with intercourse. Her body heaved and her orgasm erupted, her body arching as if electrified.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, clutching at Luke. A wave of heated pleasure cascaded through her from her pussy down to her feet, her toes curling. It flushed up to her nipples and white bliss exploded in her mind.

She clutched at Luke, hugging his chest, curling her pussy up and humping his penetrating erection, ecstasy crashing in, disorienting and overwhelming. Her climax rolled through her straining body, muscles once taut were now limp, leaving her breathless and weak, her heart racing, and still Luke stroked into her, filling her, fucking her.

Astonishment at her climax faded. A sense of calm arrived, warmth and satisfaction filling her. She tightened her hug and rejoined Luke, curling her now very wet pussy up at him, the sound of moist slapping filling the air. Scraping her nails up his back, Maura urged her brother on, now excited about becoming pregnant.

"You feel so good," she whispered. "So big in me, Luke. Cum, Bro. Give me your baby."

I WAS STRUGGLING WITH Maura. The way she moved, so actively, and the way she felt, so petite under me, all added to my excitement. My sister's pussy was stunningly sexy. I loved her trimmed fiery red pubes. And as she cradled me with her thighs, and her hands tugged my ass, as she writhed and moaned underneath me in pleasure, I realized I'd never had a girlfriend with quite so much energy and enthusiasm. Her scent changed from simple perfume to sex and something earthier, basal.

When Maura climaxed spectacularly with a gorgeous flush emerging on her chest, neck, and face, and cried out her pleasure, I felt my erection swell. I was close, her pussy a snug velvet caress that milked me with each deep, wonderful thrust. But when she started urging me to cum it took me over the top.

Realizing I was actually trying to get her pregnant, her whispered urging for me to cum in her was the last straw. My orgasm slammed into me. Gripping my sister's buttocks, I thrust deep, deep, burying myself in her snug pussy. My cock ached and swelled. Pressure built almost to the point of pain and, with a gasp, "Oh God, Maura," semen erupted, my erection buried as deep as possible, pleasure crashing into me. I withdrew slightly and fucked into her hard, hard, my back hunched, lodging my aching cock deep. Another wave of agonizing pleasure erupted, cum exploded in a massive, exquisite surge, hot semen bathing my crown.

"Yes, cum, Luke," Maura whispered curling up to meet my thrusting, spurting cock.

My climax raged over me uncontrollably, erection swelling and pulsing, cum spurting into my sister as I fucked her hard, almost desperately.

"Oh m'God!" Maura gasped suddenly in total surprise, her arms clutching me. "Jesus, Luke!"

Unbelievably, as I spurted, ecstasy thundering in, cumming powerfully deep inside her, Maura climaxed again, her fingernails raking painfully up my back leaving long welts, her legs clutching, pussy thrusting at me.

We writhed together, hugging and fucking and chasing bliss until nothing remained but exhaustion and perspiration and racing hearts. My erection lost its rigidity and the euphoria of my climax slowly faded. I mourned its passing and collapsed onto Maura's body. We were bathed in sweat, breath panting. It had been the most intense orgasm I could remember.

Comfortable cuddling ensued until Maura saw the bedside clock.

"Oh shit, Luke! Is it really twelve-thirty?" she exclaimed, rolling out of bed and dashing for the shower.

I admired two beautiful buttocks moving sensuously and a sexy gap as she disappeared into the bathroom. My sister sure had a world-class ass.

At the front door, Maura turned and smiled at me. "I can't believe we really did it," she said with a beautiful blush. "Thank you." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek gently. "Honestly, thank you, Bro."

"My pleasure," I said with a grin.

Her bright laughter stayed with me as I turned lights off and cleaned up. My smile refused to go away. Maura was just about the most exciting lover I'd ever had. Those scratches on my back stung. But my sister had cum twice! Amazing! Clearly, I was a much better lover than I remembered.

AS MAURA DROVE THE car through the mostly deserted residential streets, she was preoccupied. She could feel Luke's semen dampening her panties and it was making her horny, again! She'd never have believed that climaxing during intercourse could be so intense, so magnificent. Why had Barry never been able to make her cum when they'd had sex? The fact that Luke had made her cum twice astounded her. She'd never experienced anything so incredible. Was it because she could get pregnant? Or was it because of the pure illicitness of having sex with her brother, the excitement of incest? That thought gave her pause.

Turning a corner, a long deserted residential street ahead, her headlights illuminating neatly tended lawns as she passed, Maura didn't see suburbia. She was replaying seeing her brother's cock, how it looked and felt in her hand. She giggled to herself as a pang of arousal hit her, making her clench her pussy, more warm semen leaking into her panties. Damn, she'd need to change before getting into bed.

A WEEK HAD PASSED AND I was starting to believe my sister was embarrassed and maybe regretting what we'd done. I should have called her but the truth was, I was suffering some embarrassment myself. It wasn't from what we'd done but from the uncontrollable erection that formed every time I thought about the sex we'd had.

I'd always loved my sister. I'd always been protective of her. And occasionally, during her teen years, I'd admired her in a bikini. Who wouldn't? But actual sex with her was better than anything and a true surprise. I couldn't figure out if I enjoyed it so much because it was my sister, an illicit incestuous relationship making it so exciting, or if it was because she was so gorgeous in her own right, sweet and spicy, petite and sensual. Whatever it was, I found myself wishing for more. Even worse was the enmity I was feeling towards Barry. I actually felt jealous!

The sound of the front door banging open and slamming shut reached me as I mulled my fate and debated calling Maura, absentmindedly washing breakfast dishes.

Maura came breezing into the kitchen looking beautiful in a summery yellow mid-thigh dress, red hair braided in a French twist that fell down her back, sexy emerald eyes sparkling and a big, intense smile on her face.

"Morning, Luke," she said brightly, walking up and kissing me gently on my cheek. A light scent of L'Air du Temps wafted at me. "I'm on my way to church. Services start in forty-five minutes."

Reaching around her slender waist, I pulled her into me, stroked her back and smiled. "I thought you looked too well dressed just to visit me," I said. "You look great. And how come you haven't called? Is 'kiss and run' your usual style?"

Maura laughed brightly. An impish gleam appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Care for a quickie?" she asked, pulling away from me.

"A . . .?"

She laughed. "A quickie, Bro. Haven't you ever heard of a quickie?"

A SHIVER OF EXCITEMENT made Maura's nipples tingle. She had struggled all week with what had happened. Sex with Luke had been unexpectedly fantastic. Wrestling with the experience she'd had with her brother, she'd come to a surprising conclusion. Not only was he a better, more exciting lover than Barry, but the thrill of incest was intoxicating. With that realization came another; she wanted more. She wanted sex with Luke again and not just to get pregnant, but to feel the utter bliss of climaxing during intercourse. Just thinking about sex with her brother would get her wet and horny. It had built through the week and finally became too urgent as she prepared for church; Barry off fishing or something.

QUITE STUPIDLY I REPEATED, "A quickie?" My reaction was purely physical. I watched Maura back away from me, pure mischief dancing in her enchanting eyes and a smile to die for. She hiked up one side of her dress slowly, seductively, revealing more and more of her sexy leg.

Smiling coyly, Maura backed up until her butt touched the kitchen table. Her gaze dropped down briefly and her smile broadened, delight twinkling in her eyes. She'd noticed my physical response to her suggestive movements and looked rather satisfied by it.

"Me thinks my brother likes the idea of a quickie," she said in a sultry voice.

Maura turned slowly, bent forward over the kitchen table, pushing salt and pepper shakers out of the way, before looking back over her shoulder at me. She slowly edged the hem of her summery yellow dress up. My heart took off, blood raced. I had a raging erection. She exposed sexy yellow panties that looked like they were made of shimmering satin in the gusset and lacy mesh above, her butt crack clearly visible.

Jeez Louise, was she going to church dressed like that?

When she arched her back slightly, the full glory of her pouty panty-clad pussy emerged between slender, sexy thighs, her ass forming the most delectable heart shape, succulent buttocks making my cock strain. Did she know I was an ass man? Damn!

MAURA RESTRAINED THE GIGGLE that hit her. Luke was immobile, his sexy dark brown eyes wide and locked onto her ass as if struck dumb. He'd been an ass lover all his life, starting when he'd ogled her in her bikini when she was twelve years old and didn't think she'd noticed. It was probably why he wasn't fussy about her small breasts; his love of derrières was more arousing to him.

Straightening, she pressed the tabletop with both hands testing its stability. Satisfied, Maura turned and hopped up, parking her ass on the edge. Smiling coyly at Luke, she eased her hem up, her thighs slowly parting. She heard his sharp inhalation at the sight of her panties. A thrill hit her. She loved the heat she'd caused in his eyes.

"A quickie? Do you have time?" she asked with a grin, "Or are the dishes more important?"

When he groaned loudly, Maura finally let the giggle out. Damn, but this was so much more fun than anything she'd done with Barry. A wave of horniness hit her. She felt herself getting moist in anticipation, a fever of desire emerging. What was it about her brother that turned her on so much? She needed him now!

"Well? I don't have much time, Luke," she added, spreading her knees wider to shake him out of his ogling stupor.

MOTHER OF GOD! THE gusset of Maura's yellow panties had a dark spot! My erection flexed, precum leaking. My sister was a wet dream. The way her pussy pressed against the table, almost chubby, ripe and straining against her panties, and her fiery red bush visible through lace was so damned sexy. I'd never had a girlfriend asking me for a quickie before church or had one in the kitchen sitting on the kitchen table, thighs spread and dress hiked up like that, and I was beginning to appreciate what I'd been missing.

Moving in, I leaned down to kiss her. Maura wrapped her arms around my neck and shuddered when I cupped her panty-clad pussy. She murmured her pleasure as I squeezed her plump pussy and probed into my mouth with an active tongue. The scent of her filled my nose; warm spice and flowers.

Tracing her cleft over satiny panties brought urgency out; my sister's hand reaching down between us to massage the lump of my erection inside jeans. Fuck, I was horny. To hell with church services!

Reaching under her dress, sliding my hands up the outsides of her thighs and over the swell of her buttocks where they pressed to the tabletop, I found the waist of her bikini panties. As I drew them down, Maura broke our kiss, rolled her ass from one side to the other to let me remove them, her hands fumbling with the button and zip of my jeans.

Jeans and boxers fell to my ankles as Maura kicked off little yellow panties that had slipped to one ankle. I glanced down. A shudder of desire hit. Maura's fiery red pubes accentuated her succulent mons, yet her clit showed, her labia parted, a glisten of moisture deep in her cleft. The sight inflamed me. I so wanted her.

Maura fondled my cock, stroking lightly, her emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. "Better hurry, Bro. I have to be in church in twenty minutes."

She looked surprised when I pressed on her shoulders, forcing her to lay back. Grinning and staring into her eyes, I leaned over her, my mouth close enough to breathe her breath. Feeling like revenge for her teasing, I let my hand caress up the inside of her silky thigh, moving up slowly, higher and higher.

Her eyes narrowed. Her nostrils flared. She inhaled sharply when I found her hot, damp pussy, her eyes locked on mine. My hand was full; silken pubic hair, a gorgeous chubby vulva, and wonderful slippery arousal against my probing middle finger. I caressed her cleft from bottom to top drawing my fingertip through her warm slit, then curled my finger, slipping down and into her, just to the first knuckle; hot, moist, like velvet gripping me. Maura inhaled sharply, her intense green eyes staring at me. Heat and desire had displaced mischief. Her pussy contracted, tightening on my fingertip.

Our gaze broke when I withdrew from her pussy. Glancing down, another deep wave of arousal hit me, cock flexing in the air at the sight of my sister's stupendously attractive pubis. The position she was in, on her back and legs off the table, made her mons mound high, so succulent, gorgeous pubes, thick labia parted, waiting, ready. The urge to take her was now powerful. Anticipation was agony, desire hitting me hard. But not yet. I wasn't done.

Kneeling on the kitchen floor her pussy was at the perfect height. The first kiss, that first touch of my lips to her labia sent shockwaves of lust through me. Maura tasted frigging fantastic; fresh, clean, sweetly musky and earthy and moist. She was divine, pure ambrosia. Her labia cradled a long clitoral hood and parted just enough to reveal shadowed delights nestled deeply below. I kissed her flushed clit, my erection straining, swelling, precum weeping.

MAURA SHUDDERED WHEN A wave of pleasure washed over her. Luke's kiss made her clit pulse and ache. This was not what she'd planned, nor the quickie she'd imagined. Another shiver of pleasure hit her when his tongue probed into her cleft and touched the entrance to her vagina, his hand on her pussy, thumb lightly stimulating her clit.

This gentle touch was so new to her, and sex in the kitchen so adventurous, something Barry would never even think about. A wave of dizziness assaulted her when her brother lightly sucked her clit. Her bra felt rough on her taut, tender nipples. Lifting her head and propping herself up on her elbows, her brother's sexy dark eyes twinkled at her from between her legs. Luke's finger teased the entrance to her vagina, his tongue caressed her clit. A pulse of pleasure hit, an ache emerged deep in her lower body. This was so new. This gentleness, almost reverence, was so strange and wonderful. Not having fingers roughly thrusting into her, as Barry usually did, was even more arousing. But the gentle attention of her brother's mouth and tongue on her clit was even better.

Her heart raced. She was short of breath, the air thin. She was too hot, too flushed, despite the light summer dress. And then Luke sucked her clit, tongue tickling, and his slippery finger caressed her anus and probed gently. Helplessly she plunged over the edge.

Her climax slammed into her viciously. "Oh, fuuuuck," she groaned, falling back. Muscles in her thighs twitched. A tsunami of bliss erupted in her pussy radiating outwards. She closed her eyes, her body shaking, shuddering, and gave in to an intense, overwhelming, toe curling, feet cramping, orgasm. Sweet Mother of God!

Grasping her breasts over her dress to squeeze the ache, Maura drowned in exquisite ecstasy, writhing and gasping. Sounds faded, displaced by roaring in her ears. Her hips jerked, body convulsed, stars bursting behind closed eyes; bliss, utter bliss ravaging her.

She had no idea how much time passed before Luke lifted her effortlessly and so gently, turning her and laying her face down on the table. Her body was limp, liquid-like, relaxed and drained, sweet languor flushing through her.

I LOVED THE INTENSITY of my sister's climax. For some reason it not only made me proud, but it drove my horniness even higher. She was flushed, her delectable pussy wet, and I wanted to fuck her rather desperately. Turning her over was surprisingly easy she was so light and malleable.

But, man, Maura's pussy framed by her compact buttocks and slender sexy thighs was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen. I held my shaft and eased the tip of my erection to her cleft, shuddering at the sight. Pressing forward, Maura's labia literally oozed apart to hug my crown. Red pubes framed me. She was wet and slippery and hot. With her legs together, she was tight and the sensation of penetrating her was phenomenal.

Lodged at her entrance I caressed her succulent buttocks, worshiping the shape of perfection before gripping her hips. I was ready, rigid, and now desperate to cum. Pressing, my sister's pussy yielded, stretching reluctantly to accept my crown and thick shaft. I watched myself sink into her very moist pussy in one smooth thrust, her sweet buttocks pressed to my groin.

"Jesus Christ, you feel good," I groaned. The only response was an excruciatingly pleasurable clench of her buttocks.

Maura's hands reached out to grip the far side of the kitchen table. I withdrew slowly, my shaft glistening with her moisture, and reversed, thrusting into a molten velvet heaven, a moist erotic sheath that gripped my erection sensually, tightly. Withdrawing slowly, I thrust again, pure pleasure flushing through me.

The driving force of intense, selfish need took over. I started fucking Maura, staring at the sexy sight of my cock withdrawing and plunging into my sister's plump pussy from behind. I fucked her firmly loving how her vagina gripped my cock, almost refusing to let me withdraw, and welcoming me back into its moist warm embrace when I thrust.

Maura moaned. I fucked her harder, urgently, needing to cum, to find release, cock swelling and aching, thick, my groin slapping into her lovely ass. The table scratched across the tiled floor. Maura's buttocks bounced and shook every time my groin hit them. My cock strained. So good, so fucking good!

"Yes, Luke, cum. Cum in me," my sister groaned, encouraging me with a squeeze of her buttocks.

"Fuck!" I gasped as the tsunami slammed into me.

With a desperate hard thrust I came, cock swelling, aching, pressure suddenly released as semen tore up my shaft to erupt in pure bliss deep inside her, pressing as deep as I could possibly go. A gasp, a short, hard thrust and another blindingly pleasurable pulse of cum erupted deep into my sister's pussy, hot semen surrounding my crown.

Maura gasped and twitched as if she actually felt me spurting inside her and it drove me nuts. With short desperate thrusts I came hard, semen erupting, bliss crashing, heart racing. I fucked my sexy sister spurting hard, flooding her with everything I had. For a moment in time I found heaven, and then, way too soon, the crest passed, perspiration coating my brow, my thrusts slowed, spurts weakened and faded.

Panting, I collapsed gently over her back, drained, sated, tired.

Half an hour later I heard the shower turned off just as I poured coffee for us and sat at the table. She eventually breezed in looking fresh, hair darker red in dampness, green eyes sparkling and a faux frown on her pretty face.

"I think I need to explain the basic principle of a quickie," she said, taking the proffered cup of coffee from me and sitting at the table.

"That wasn't quick?" I asked innocently. I'd deliberately tried to make her miss church services. It was one of those things we didn't agree on - organized religion.

Maura smiled. "Not as quick as I had envisioned." She sipped the coffee. "What are your plans for today?" she asked.

"I thought I might hang out with my sister," I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.

She laughed.

I think I had labored under a misunderstanding. I believed, despite the regular weekend frolics, Maura was objective-driven. She was intent on getting pregnant and having a baby. Her enjoyment of our sexual liaison was just a side benefit, a bonus. I certainly enjoyed her enthusiasm. I'd never had such regular sex or, surprisingly, felt so relaxed and comfortable about it. And every time, the illicit aspect of incest thrilled me. But during the week, I suffered from jealousy of Barry. I hated him with a passion that intensified when I pictured him in bed with my sister. It was no fun.

Maura, however, clarified things in her own indelible way.

Two and a half months after we started, ten weekends of secret incestuous pleasure, of strong, satisfying orgasms and surprisingly adventurous sexual positions, she barged into my home, front door flying open and banging shut.

"Luke! Luke!" she yelled, storming through the kitchen before finding me sprawled on the sofa watching TV. "Guess what?" she said, smiling broadly.

Her radiant pleasure looked spectacular on her. She'd never looked prettier, glowing, thick red hair loose and flowing; a flaming mane.

"You're . . ."

"That's right!" she exclaimed.

Rising from the couch, I held my arms out. "Congratulations," I said with a smile. But when she hugged me tight, and on tiptoes whispered, "Thank you," into my ear, I suffered regret and a brief flash of depression at the ending of our intimacy, closely followed by an even deeper hatred for Barry. Nevertheless, I hugged my sister tight and tried to feel happy for her. When the hug ended, she clarified my misunderstanding.

She smiled full of joy. Pretty emerald eyes twinkled. She took my hand and, leaning back slightly, said, "Want to celebrate in bed?"

A tug on my hand and I was grinning and following her sumptuous jean-clad ass.

I think it was at that moment I realized that what we felt for each other had become more than either of us had anticipated. I was thrilled, but complications loomed ahead.

Sunday dinner with Mom and Dad, while a rare event, usually happened so we could remain in touch with each other. Mom organized it with Maura's collusion. It was the only way Dad and I really saw each other. It wasn't a rift between us, just life getting in the way. It was a guy thing.

As usual, Mom cooked a delectable meal of roast pork, oven roasted potatoes, slow cooked carrots, and a salad of feta, cucumber, ripe tomatoes, and red onion. Dad served a respectable Californian red, which Maura declined. The dinner discussion was robust and vocal and fun. As it did every time we ate together, it made me wonder why we didn't do this more often. Both Maura and I liked our parents and they were smart, well read, and articulate.

When dinner plates were cleared away and coffee served, Maura announced her pregnancy with a big smile, a rosy flush, and eyes glittering with excitement. Mom smiled with happiness and claimed she'd known just from looking at her daughter but didn't want to say. Dad, in his usual way, smiled softly looking rather proud. But, after all the usual female questions - when, how far along, and more - there was a pause that almost became uncomfortable.

Mom looked at Maura with assessing eyes and inquired, "Honey, where is Barry? Why's he not here celebrating with us?"

A deathly silence grew.

"Sweetheart," she continued. "Are there problems between you two?" And then her far-too-knowledgeable eyes studied her daughter. Mom continued in a softer voice, "Maura, is Barry the father?"

Maura's rosy flush faded, her face turning pale. Things were going off the rails fast. And then they got worse. Mom turned and studied me for a long moment. I kept a neutral expression on my face as if I was only a bystander in this conversation, but I had to admit Mom's gaze, like a miner's coring drill, penetrated deeply. What was she seeing?

Her eyes widened. A flush of panic hit me. She turned to Maura and in a surprisingly gentle and quiet voice she said, "It's your brother's, isn't it?"

I've never understood how mothers are capable of stripping all guise away and seeing the truth. It's an amazing dark art that scares me. Mom had used it on me throughout my childhood and I'd never grown used to it. But perhaps even more amazing was Mom and Dad's reaction. There was none! Where was the condemnation and outrage and shock? Where was the yelling and disappointment?

"Maura?" Mom asked, waiting for an answer.

Maura broke eye contact with Mom and studied a spoon on the table. She polished it with her napkin.

"Care to tell us about it?" Mom asked gently.

Amazingly, when Maura finally broke down and explained, her yearning for a baby, Barry's infertility, of there being no genetic relation to me and more, Mom and Dad calmly accepted it. That really confounded me. This was the strangest dinner ever.

"Mom," I asked when I finally found courage, "how come you're not more shocked?"

Mom reached for Dad's hand giving it a gentle, loving squeeze. "Why don't you answer that, Henry," she suggested.

Dad shuffled in his chair. "Well . . . Um . . . Let's see . . . Well . . ." He cleared his throat. "Um . . ."

"Oh, for God's sake! You're hopeless," Mom exclaimed with an amused smile. She turned to us. "What your father is trying to say, so completely unsuccessfully, is we understand. Sometimes unusual relationships happen."

"What do you mean?" Maura asked.

"Haven't you ever wondered why we never had children of our own?" Mom asked, her hand gently squeezing Dad's.

"One of you was infertile?" Maura offered.

Mom chuckled. "No. That was the least of our problems." She squeezed Dad's hand again, glancing at him, her eyes full of love. "We never had children because it was too risky. Your father and I are somewhat related," she stated.

Maura looked stunned. I know my jaw dropped.

A brief silence ensued before I asked, "Related how?"

Mom's answer was given as she looked at Dad. "It's about time they know, honey," Mom said. Dad nodded. She turned back to us. "This lovable pain in-the-butt is my brother."

Deafening silence reigned. Suddenly I noticed how they had the same eyes. Suddenly I thought I could see the similarity of their mouths, Mom's lips just slightly fuller, more feminine.

It was a long night. Long-held secrets were discussed. I learned more about Mom and Dad's childhood than I'd ever known. A physically abusive father explained why we never had grandparents, why Mom and Dad found solace in each other. It was amazing to me they'd turned out to be the wonderful people and parents that they were.

Somewhere in the active conversation, excitement over Maura's condition returned. It was interesting that Barry's name was rarely mentioned.

MAURA FOUND THE NEWS about Mom and Dad being brother and sister a welcome shock. It made her feel better about the illicit affair she'd been in with Luke.

Not two weeks later, she experienced another revealing shock. Hearing of Barry's infidelity from one of her closest friends was a small surprise. She hadn't thought Barry had it in him. But the nature of his affair was shocking and explained so much. Apparently, he wasn't an avid fisherman after all. No wonder he was so lacking in bed. Barry the jock was gay, or bisexual anyway. How could she not have known?

Maura sat quietly, alone in her modern kitchen, a mug of tea in her cold fine-boned hands while she digested the news. She stared down at the wedding ring on her finger, a solitary quarter-carat diamond set in yellow gold, next to her yellow gold wedding band. She felt nothing. There was no stirring of affectionate memories, no smiles, no pleasure. In its place, she felt sadness for a family she'd been trying to form for so long. The ring symbolized her loss of faith and the wasted effort she'd put into a fundamentally flawed marriage.

She finally admitted to herself that the news about Barry was a relief. It eased the angst and guilt she'd been wrestling with recently.

What she felt for her brother was a hundred-fold more intense, a commitment, a love that made the relationship she had with Barry pale in comparison. What she felt for Luke, the ache when she wasn't with him, the all consuming preoccupation with him, and the pleasure that flooded her when he'd just smile at her, was completely different from anything she'd ever experienced with Barry.

Her hands trembled, the mug of tea slopping, when she realized what it was; not infatuation but love. Not familial love either, but real love.

Sitting in her well-appointed kitchen, Maura physically felt the disintegration of her marriage and it was liberating, like she'd suddenly been released from a straight jacket. It felt wonderful! It felt exhilarating. The thought of being with Luke brought excitement and tremors of pleasure.

Suddenly the decision was reached and it was an easy one. Maura put her mug down and raced upstairs. She was moving out. Barry could have his drinking buddies and boyfriend and barhopping. She wanted more. She wanted what she felt with her brother, exciting and intense, alive and thrilling. She wanted to live with someone she loved for a change, someone who worshipped her and made her feel beautiful, wanted and sexy every day.

"I'm divorcing Barry. I filed the papers today. Can I stay with you while I sort things out?"

I STARED AT MY sister in surprise. Shaking myself, I responded. "Of course you can. Jeez, Maura. Are you sure about the divorce?"

"Yup."

With a grin of secret pleasure, I asked, "How long will it take to sort things out?"

"Well, I'm not sure. It might be forever. Is it still okay?"

I hugged her gently. "I think I can handle that."

My life became full and busy and bright. Over the next several months rumors about Maura and me that arose just by her living with me passed, displaced by the shocking news of her ex husbands sexual orientation. Friends suddenly felt sorry for my sister.

Then, when my sister's pregnancy was obvious, questions turned to speculation as to who the father was. Maura might have kept her mouth shut but when Barry unfortunately tried to withhold alimony and bad mouth her to her friends, my sister let out to the local town gossip that the father of her child was artificial insemination and her jock-of-an-ex-husband was sterile, infertile; incapable of fathering anything.

Barry wasn't pleased. Things in town started to get uncomfortable. It was too small a town for us to hide in. We moved all the way to the West Coast.

Another change in my life was my sister. What I thought was hormone-driven horniness was in fact not. Maura, much to my joy and satisfaction, loved sex as much as I did. She was enthusiastic and adventurous, equally happy with pure sex but adoring long, slow lovemaking. She claimed it was because of me, because she felt worshipped, something she'd never experienced with Barry.

It wasn't because of me, though. I might have freed her sexual spirit, but for both of us the illicit excitement of incest was a powerful aphrodisiac. We both thrilled at calling each other "Bro" and "Sis" when making love. However, in Maura something else emerged. My sister, having lived a vanilla life with Barry, decided she needed to experience more, her rationale being if incest was so arousing, what would other things be like?

She dragged me, uncomplaining mostly, into some wonderful experiments. Pregnancy gave her breasts, still on the small side but large enough she wanted me to breast fuck her and cum in her mouth. It didn't quite work. Despite squeezing her breasts together, they didn't really make a tunnel and when I came it hit her in her eye and went up her nose, completely missing her mouth. She laughed hard and told me my aim was as good as when I peed into the toilet - terrible.

Maura wanted to try anal sex since that would be the only sex we could have right before she came to term, according to her. I disagreed, not with anal sex but her reasoning; oral sex worked for me and she was very good at it. Nevertheless, with plenty of lube and stimulation of her clit, we tried anal sex. I liked it. My sister? Not so much. But, once I inserted my finger into her pussy and strummed her clit while I was buried in her butt, she changed her mind.

As Maura progressed through her final trimester, her sex drive increased. Having sex with a heavily pregnant woman was fun. We were inventive out of necessity and discovered some interesting positions. I especially liked the reverse cowgirl position when sitting in the living room watching baseball on TV, Maura rising and falling on my cock as I caressed her rounded stomach and engorged but still small breasts.

It was one of those sexual interludes when Maura shocked the daylights out of me and revealed an aspect to our sexuality neither of us had been conscious of.

As I told her how much I liked sex with her, how ready I was, about to cum in her, Maura gasped and clenched me, milking me with her pussy. She suddenly spoke in the heat of passion.

"Cum, Luke. Give our baby a taste of Daddy's cum."

The effect was shocking and powerful. I came explosively.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped, heaving up, thrusting deeply into Maura, cock exploding, semen spurting.

Maura drove me higher. "Oh God!" she gasped as I exploded again, cum erupting. She thrust down hard on my lap, burying my pulsing erection deep, and started shaking as she climaxed. She held her stomach and scrubbed her pussy back and forth, my erection pulsing, spurting semen deep inside her.

Then hot wetness flooded us.

"Oh hell!" Maura gasped, still convulsing.

My first reaction was she'd peed on me. She hadn't. Of course she hadn't. Her water had broken.

Part Two - A Life Indeliby Changed

Maura gave birth to a beautiful dark-haired, olive-skinned, green-eyed angel, a little girl, on June 19th in San Diego, California. Mom and Dad were present, staying with us at our new home to help out. Like me, they automatically fell in love with Kristin, a vociferous and frequently smelly bundle of joy.

Life settled. I found a job as a partner in a small software company. Maura, despite being run ragged by Kristin, was as sexually liberated as I was. We had endless fun experimenting with new activities, very kinky and otherwise. Sexual exploration came naturally to us. Love and respect for each other erased embarrassment. We practiced oral and occasionally anal sex with unrestrained enthusiasm, laughing when we'd, far too frequently, be interrupted by a crying Kristin. We found ways to sexually tease each other when out in public and I suffered wet boxers more times than I could count thanks to Maura's accomplished manipulations. The sex when we got home was always powerful and quick. We found ways to have sex in different parts of the house while our daughter was occupied with games or the television, the risk of us being discovered adding a thrill to our enjoyment. We also found time to love each other, quiet moments at night, in bed, making slow, languorous love; brother and sister worshiping each other. Those moments were the most intense, the most beautiful, the most fulfilling.

It was no surprise when Maura announced she was pregnant again and, at just two years old, Kristin had a sister, Sabrina; a redheaded, freckled darling with honey-brown eyes.

Life became very settled over the next few years. Maura was a wonderful mother. Mom and Dad would faithfully come and visit twice a year to see their granddaughters. Mom would fuss and try to reorganize every drawer and closet in the house and Dad would be ruled by his grandchildren.

In one instance, I caught Dad sitting in the middle of the couch with a ridiculous grin on his face and Kristin, all of four years old, on one side, Sabrina on the other. He was holding a magazine open while Kristin, frowning with concentration and pointing her little index finger at the page, read him the story of the polar bear that came to lunch for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, his favorite, she assured. What made it priceless was the magazine our daughter was reading so intently was actually Dad's golfing magazine.

Kristin had that effect on people. Perhaps all little girls do; probably little boys, too. However, I'd never experienced it before. In my adult life I'd never been exposed to young girls; Kristin, a thoughtful child of immense and detailed imagination, and Sabrina, a child of endless, exhausting energy and mercurial moods. Maura chided me frequently when I'd give in to them and let them get away with murder. I had no resistance to their manipulation, none. I was not the enforcer of rules, not the punisher for transgression, and I didn't provide any discipline whatsoever. I just couldn't. When faced with either of my charming girls I lost any sternness I may have had.

When I say life settled, it did, for about ten years. Then it took an unexpected deviation and we entered into a very different world indeed; one that had been hinted at years ago and forgotten in the excitement of raising a family.

The unexpected change started when I woke up on a lazy Saturday morning spooning a succulent ass, a naked derrière, a familiar rump - my sister's sexy butt.

My erection was no surprise. It was a usual morning condition. Thus, looking forward to lazy and satisfying morning sex and not fully awake, I cuddled up to her, nestled my erection against her sexy butt and reached around to caress still beautifully petite, but now hefty breasts. Maura murmured and moved her ass against my erection seductively, inviting my attention. Fondling her rather large and stiff nipple, I tilted my hips back to slip the tip of my erection down through her ass crack. Moving forward, in that lazy morning way, still half asleep, my crown found her cleft and slipped along it to emerge out from the front of her thighs.

Maura squeezed her thighs on my cock. Lovely.

Pulling back, I pressed forward again and this time things were definitely slippery, a combination of Maura's arousal and my precum. It felt great. It was a lazy, erotic, and exciting stroke, back and forth, her cleft becoming ever more damp, smooth and sensual. I caressed Maura's beautiful breast, teasing her with a soft squeeze and a gentle nipple tweak, and she curled her pelvis in response with a quiet, "Mmmm."

The tip of my erection caught and pressed. Eyes closed, I luxuriated in the tactile sensation of my crown pushing insistently between her labia, demanding entry. I moaned quietly when my sister's pussy yielded, stretching to accept my girth. She was snug and warm and moist. She could still make my erection swell and strain at the unbelievable sensation of being enveloped by her sexy warmth.

With short, very slow thrusts, I penetrated her until I was buried in heaven, her delectable ass cheeks pressed to my groin. She clenched her buttocks and we began to fuck slowly, languid strokes; slow withdrawals and slow penetrations so we could experience the full pleasure of morning sex. We moved gently, beautifully. Gradually Maura's pussy grew slick and I felt that wonderful pressure build in my groin; the prelude to an orgasm, my balls becoming heavy, tightness in my groin. Caressing Maura's breast and teasing a stiff nipple, I finally raised my head off the pillow and kissed her bare shoulder.

When I opened my eyes, my world tilted. Everything changed in a flash.

"Good God," I moaned, my cock swelling dangerously. Our daughter, Kristin, was in bed with us, next to Maura. She was on her back, her green eyes open, watching us quietly. But that wasn't what rocked my world.

Hell, no!

What changed my world was seeing Kristin's nightshirt rucked up exposing lemon yellow cotton panties, my sister gently caressing our daughter's pussy as we fucked. I don't know why. I didn't understand. But it was, without doubt, the most outrageously erotic sight I'd ever set eyes on - a mother intimately touching her little girl!

My cock swelled, stiff, aching.

Thoughts flashed though my mind as I fucked Maura harder. What did our daughter's little pussy feel like? How long had Maura been touching Kristin? Was Maura aroused from fondling our twelve-year-old daughter? And, in a flash of clarity, when I understood how much I, too, wanted to feel my daughter, I could no longer hold back.

Staring at Maura's hand rubbing Kristin's small pussy, cotton panties scrunching and stretching, her finger aligned with Kristin's small cleft, and seeing my daughter's emerald eyes soften and close, her nostrils flare, small body tremble, and toes curl - my little girl slipping into a quiet, beautiful climax, my erection swelled and I exploded. Thrusting up into my sister hard enough to shake the bed, semen jetted out in an aching, exquisite, hard pulse of ecstasy. Watching Kristin climax so gently as her mother caressed her pussy, I erupted again, semen exploding, a massive, gut-wrenching spurt; hot, thick wetness surrounding my crown. Ecstasy pummeled me bringing lightheadedness and disorientation. I gasped and fucked Maura with short powerful strokes and drowned in an intense, intense climax. When the breath-stealing orgasm passed, I collapsed back onto the pillow, exhausted and drained, heart racing, breath panting. I was still aroused, still mentally turned on like never before, still amazed at how powerfully I'd reacted.

Maura's clenching pussy eventually expelled me. I lifted my head up and whispered, "That's the most outrageously arousing thing I think I've ever seen."

Maura didn't respond directly, just wiggled her sensuous butt against me. But she drew her hand away from Kristin's panties and reached down between her legs. Suddenly I knew what she was doing. Holy Hell!

Fingers glistening with pearlescent semen, she leaned in and kissed Kristin's flushed cheek, and slipped her hand inside Kristin's lemon yellow cotton panties to fondle our daughter's pussy. Kristin, eyes closed, and face relaxed, slowly stirred from her climax. Emerald eyes opened. A slow, pleased smile emerged.

Maura, turning her face back towards me, whispered, "Now our little girl can feel what her daddy's warm cum is like, just like she wanted."

A deep, deep shudder shook my body. My world had irrevocably changed.

The sound of music videos floated into the kitchen. Maura, with her fiery mane flowing in unrestrained waves as it tumbled over her shoulders, sat at the breakfast table, her emerald eyes observing me. Lush lips formed a soft knowing smile. Mischief and amusement danced through her captivating eyes. She was still so attractive, just looking at her made me yearn for her. The flush of love she stirred in me still surprised me, intense and all consuming.

Passing her a mug of coffee, I joined her at the table. Steam and the soothing aroma of strong Colombian tickled my nose. My world was still a-kilter. I had so many questions; I wasn't sure where to start. Part of me was wrestling to come to terms with an aspect of my sexuality I'd never been aware of, and it was a powerful one, too. I still felt the deep tug of sexual attraction for my twelve-year-old daughter lingering inside me, so illicit, so exciting.

MAURA SIPPED HER COFFEE, watching Luke wrestle with unexpressed questions. She smiled to herself and felt another thrill of excitement. She'd planned it so carefully and, even knowing her brother as well as she did, had worried about his reaction. Exposing him to the erotic thrill she enjoyed with Kristin while he was at the height of his arousal, seemed to have worked.

She waited patiently. He was quite funny. She saw him begin, his mouth opening then closing. Questions raced through his kind dark brown eyes. His mouth opened and, after a slight pause, closed again. When she smiled at his muteness, he let loose with a cute boyish grin. Unshaven, with his dark brown hair slightly too long and messy, he was so damned attractive. He'd aged into handsomeness perfectly. She reacted, a burst of love mixed with desire. Luke was so perfect for her. He seemed to worship her every day and, after almost thirteen years, it hadn't lost any of the intense pleasure she'd experienced that first time.

"Yes?" she asked with a smile.

"Um . . ."

A burst of Kristin's laughter floated in from the TV room followed by Sabrina exclaiming exceptionally loudly, "No way!"

"Did you want to ask me something?" Maura asked Luke sweetly.

"When . . . How . . ."

Taking pity on him, Maura, about to explain, was preempted by Sabrina storming into the kitchen, a frown knitting her brow, red hair a tangled mess, and honey-brown eyes narrowed in protest. Freckles stood out on her cheeks, nose and forehead.

"It's NOT fair, Mom!" she exclaimed. "How come Kristin always gets to be first?"

Maura noticed Luke's slight grin. Sabrina's tempers always amused him. Maura studied Sabrina; a skinny ten-year-old full of piss and vinegar, always disheveled, and, as usual, wearing clothes that never matched; tight red pants, mismatched socks, and a lime green T-shirt, with three Day-Glo plastic bracelets on one wrist.

"Your turn will come," Maura said.

"But, it's not fair! I'm always second! Daddy," Sabrina pleaded, "tell Mom it's not fair!"

"Maura, it's not fair," Luke said with a stern frown and twinkling eyes. "What's not fair?" he asked Sabrina.

Sabrina, all huffy and putout, said, "Mom promised I'd be the first to be in bed with you two!"

Luke's eyes opened wide. He turned and stared at Maura in shock again, his mouth opening, then closing.

"I promised you you'd have a first, too, Sabrina," Maura said. "You will. Just be patient."

"But . . ."

"Be patient. Now, I think you should let your dad and I have a chat. Go. Shoo," she ordered, her hand pointing to the kitchen door.

"Fine! But I'm NOT happy, Mom!" As Sabrina left the kitchen, she reinforced her opinion with, "It's NOT fair!"

Sipping coffee, Maura waited for Luke. He looked even more bemused. Rightly so. Too many revelations hitting him at once today seemed to have left him in a dazed state. He was cute, though. She watched as he wrestled with it, almost talking then stopping.

"Something troubling you?" she asked with a slight smile.

"I . . ."

"Yes?"

"Um . . . Jesus, Maura. I don't know where to start."

"Then, let me," Maura suggested. "It's entirely your fault."

If possible, Luke looked even more surprised. "My fault? Me?"

With an amused smile, Maura explained. "You're the one that let our girls see us having sex."

"I . . . I . . ." Luke frowned. "I did no such thing!"

"So, when you yanked my bikini bottoms off in the pool last month and took advantage of me, it wasn't your fault?"

"But . . . We were alone!"

Maura laughed lightly. "No we weren't. We had an audience in the upstairs bedroom window."

Luke, looking flustered, said, "Why didn't you warn me the girls were home?"

"You didn't ask. If I remember, you were quite randy at the time. You get a one-track mind when you're horny."

Luke grinned. "Maybe I do, but that's all your fault, Maura. You tease me deliberately."

Maura laughed. She did. Luke was so easy to tease and so predictable, too. She adored how he reacted to her subtle seductions, his immediate desire for her, his strong lust, dark brown eyes heated. And, damn he was a good lover!

"More coffee?" she offered, standing to get the carafe. With coffee poured, she sat.

"Okay. So, last month you were gone for three days installing software for your client. Remember?

"Kristin and Sabrina came to me to ask about what they'd spied us doing. By the way, did you know Kristin has started puberty? She has the cutest little pubic bush sprouting."

Maura giggled quietly at Luke's groan, and continued. "We had a long chat about sex. They wanted to know everything so I told them everything."

"Everything?"

"Yup. The whole kit and caboodle. I talked to them about sex, first times, pleasuring themselves, making love, and how, as long as it remained private, they should never be embarrassed about sexual feelings."

Maura sipped her coffee. "Then we had a long conversation about incest. Let me tell you, Luke, our girls are so curious. Kristin was the one that started it."

Luke, after waiting for her to continue, finally said, "Started what?"

"Kristin thought about what we'd discussed and announced, "I think it's great, Mom. Having sex like that, at home, so no one else knows . . . Um . . . You know, some girls at school are called sluts because they've had sex, even if it was only once, because everyone knows." Then your daughter admitted to thinking about trying sex after seeing us in the pool."

Leaning back, Maura watched Luke as she continued, "It was hot that day, so we decided to skinny dip in the pool together and one thing led to another."

Luke, coffee forgotten in his hand, stared at Maura. "Led to what?"

Satisfied with the emergence of heat in his eyes, Maura smiled. "It's perfectly normal for girls to explore together. So we did. Sabrina has such a cute, hairless pussy and lovely flat areolae. I think she's going to start growing red pubes soon. She has the softest red body hair on her arms and legs and one red hair in her armpit."

Luke froze. Maura knew that look in his eyes. She felt a tingle of arousal, nipples responding, a throb in her pussy.

"You're horny just thinking about it, aren't you?" She continued, "Kristin has little buds emerging on her chest. But, her pubes are so cute; little dark hairs that look like they've been brushed towards her cleft. They make her small pussy so sexy. I'd forgotten how excited I was when my pubes started growing. It was about the time you started staring at my ass in a swimsuit. I was twelve. Remember?"

"Jesus, Maura!"

"It's exciting, isn't it? Well, it gets better. After drying off, the three of us went to bed, our bed, Luke. Picture it. The three of us naked in bed. You know how incest turns me on. Well, let me tell you, sexy fun with our daughters is so exciting! More coffee?"

Luke glanced down at the forgotten mug in his hand. Maura noticed a slight tremble as he brought it to his lips and drained it. Rising, she fetched the carafe and poured more.

Two girls laughing filtered in from the TV room, making her smile. She settled at the kitchen table.

"We had a long chat about sex with you. They both wanted details; What's it like? Does it really feel good? They had questions about my first time; Did I like it? Did it hurt like they'd heard about? And then, both started asking questions about your erection; How big is it? What does semen look like? How does it feel? Do I like it?"

Maura sipped her steaming coffee and squeezed her pussy with her thighs. She felt the dampness in her panties. Relating the event to Luke was almost as exciting as it had been with the girls.

"So, one thing led to another and I suggested to Kristin and Sabrina that, if they wanted to learn from an expert instead of some inexperienced young boy, you and I would be more than willing to teach them."

"Jeeesuuus," Luke groaned.

Maura smiled. "This morning in bed was planned. I thought you'd be more open to the idea if you were horny first. Are you horny, Bro?"

FUCK I WAS! MY erection strained in tight jeans, underwear damp from precum. The thought of Maura naked in bed with Sabrina and Kristin touched a part of my brain that excited me to no end. I knew incest aroused me, but incest with Maura and my preteen daughters was erotic on a whole new level. What did preteens look like naked? Christ almighty, I could picture them!

". . . get to choose," Maura said.

"What? I didn't hear any of that."

Maura laughed. "We're you preoccupied? How come? As I was trying to tell you, Kristin and Sabrina want to learn with us. They get to choose what they want to do or not do. It's entirely up to them. You don't mind, do you?"

"Hell no!" I confirmed, somewhat enthusiastically. After a moment's thought, I asked, "Who gets to do things first?"

"They'll take turns."

My thoughts turned to the girls. They were such different personalities; Kristin calm, thoughtful, with a magnificent imagination; Sabrina opinionated, energetic, loud and flamboyant.

"How did they react?" I asked Maura.

Maura laughed. "Sabrina was all gung-ho, wanting to start immediately. I think she sees it as another adventure. Kristin was more subdued. She blushed several times and shyly admitted she might want to join in. I have a feeling it means much more to Kristin. She's at that age."

Excited at this twist of fate, randy, and still sporting an erection, I said, "Great! When do we start?" I added some up and down eyebrow movements that drew a laugh from my sister.

"Not yet. They're not ready. Besides, they have a plan, so you'll have to play along."

"What plan?" I asked.

Maura grinned. "Kristin was intrigued by a discussion of seduction. She had no idea there were so many ways to titillate. She's at the age where she wants to explore her ability to attract the opposite sex." With a laugh, Maura continued, "Sabrina immediately claimed she'd be better at seduction. A minor war of words broke out, including dares and threats. I had to speak rather sharply to them at that point. Anyway, those two made a bet, so you'll have to wait."

"What bet?"

Grinning, Maura said, "That they can turn you on." A glint emerged in her emerald eyes. "I didn't tell them how easy you are, so make them work at it, okay?"

What would a ten and twelve year old think is seductive? This could be interesting. I shifted on the chair, rearranging my uncomfortable erection.

"Okay. I'll play along. But, now I'm horny," I admitted.

"I'm feeling a bit dirty," Maura said with mischief dancing through her eyes. "Care to join me in the shower?"

Maura was nicely flushed when we eventually joined the girls in the TV room. Shower sex had been hard and satisfying, Maura pressed back against the shower tiles, legs wrapped around my waist, and riding me like a bucking bronco as I fucked her hard. Despite having had sex just a few hours earlier, the climax had been loud and exhausting and satisfying, and had successfully dealt with my stubborn erection.

If I wondered how subtle two preteens could be to arouse someone, I very quickly learned it was an innate talent, a genetic code programmed in their genes.

Perhaps I had too limited an imagination. Perhaps I'd underestimated my daughters, or maybe Maura colluded with them, but I wasn't prepared.

Maura announced we were going shopping together and, if the girls behaved, she'd think about buying them clothes. I greeted the news with pleasure.

Unlike most males I know, I love shopping with my family. Kristin and Sabrina provide me with endless entertainment when they shop. Clothes are treated with awe or ridicule and, despite the two-year age difference, they both inevitably have a riot of a time together. Sabrina would pick out something outrageous for her sister and dare her to buy it; Kristin would find the most boring pieces of clothing and dare Sabrina to wear them.

This Saturday's shopping trip was no different. My enthusiasm survived two different malls, multiple stores, and endless browsing. I loved it. Then we hit my favorite section; lingerie.

I was an avid fan of all female underthings. To me, a woman in lingerie is a hundred-fold more erotic than nude. But even more exciting is the young girl's lingerie selection. It was wonderful to watch Maura lead Kristin around searching for her first bra, inspecting plain white cotton bras and sports-type bras, discussing their merits, then moving onto patterns; white with tiny red roses, pale blue with lacy trimming, and so many others, each so cute yet oddly sexual.

Sabrina followed me as I meandered through the cornucopia of young female lingerie, admiring and smiling. My daughter, showing her odd flair for fashion, picked up fuchsia cotton undies and showed them to me, grinning, "Daddy, look. These are nice, don't 'cha think?"

With the gaps from two missing upper canines and her freckles, Sabrina looked utterly impish. It brought on a flush of love. She was so damned cute.

My daughter found something called Cheeky Boy Short Style panties in deep pink that made her admire. She clutched them possessively while continuing to browse. I spotted a pair of nylon tricot high cut brief panties in turquoise, tiny things in my hand that would cling and stretch and outline when worn, the material shimmery, and suggested them to Sabrina. Her honey-brown eyes lit up. She grabbed. Pleased that she liked my taste, I went to town. It was so much fun to picture my ten-year-old wearing each and every pair.

Maura, when presented with fourteen pairs of panties, frowned. "Sabrina, you're not getting that many! Put them back and choose three!"

"But I did!" Sabrina claimed, sorting through her pile. She pulled out three. "See? I picked these. Daddy chose the rest."

Maura stared at me, emerald eyes accusing and expressing fake sternness. "You behave, Luke, or we're not bringing you shopping again," she warned, wagging her finger at me.

"Can Sabrina keep the nylon tricot high cut brief panties, at least?" I asked, holding them up to admire the lovely wide lace waist.

"Men!" she muttered in frustration, grabbing the panties from my hand.

She paid for the pile of lingerie and turned to me. "You stay right here! Don't move!" her finger pointing to the cash register. "Come on, girls."

I watched the three of them head off towards the changing rooms lugging all the bags of clothes they'd acquired, shrugged, and immediately wandered over to the adult female lingerie section. Damn but they had some fine panties. I imagined Maura wearing some of them, felt an erection form. A loud ruckus erupted from the changing rooms. Glancing up, embarrassment flooded me at the sight of two middle-aged women staring at me, frowning with disapproval as I absentmindedly fondled different panties. Afraid they might think I was shopping for myself, I beat a hasty retreat across the aisle to the shoe section.

Maura finally emerged with a couple of girls; just not ones I was used to seeing. The taller one, with long silken dark hair flowing to below her bottom, had a white cotton man-style shirt on and the shortest light brown tartan skirt I think I'd ever seen. The skirt barely reached the top of her thighs! Her white cotton shirt was thin enough to see a small bra underneath. Knee high socks and brown brogue-like shoes completed the outfit; very Emma Watson like. The shorter, flaming red-haired girl with a mess of freckles emerged wearing a purple top mismatched to the skimpiest orange shorts I'd ever set eyes on, and lime green sneakers that clashed with everything, including the air around us.

Both daughter's smiled broadly. Kristin bent one knee in, posed and said, "What do you think, Dad?"

"Very nice."

"How about me?" Sabrina asked, grinning.

"Um. That's a statement," I answered, then looked over at Maura.

Maura grinned. "Well, it's lunch time. Let's get moving. Here," she added, handing me what seemed like several hundred bags. "Make yourself useful, Luke."

It was while we were walking through the mall towards Wolgang Puck's restaurant that I almost choked. Sabrina's shorts were so damned small and tight, the bottom of her butt cheeks were exposed, the seam of her shorts squeezing into her butt crack, and every so often I'd be flashed with shimmery turquoise panties appearing in her crotch. My daughter's ass was a tiny thing yet, damn, did it have a sensual shape! Then Kristin twirled around towards her tardy parents.

"Hurry up, you guys! I'm hungry!"

Left imprinted on my retinae was the little light brown tartan skirt swirling up to flash sexy, sexy lace undies at me; delicate lace-work, satiny white on white, snug, a flash of her mons followed by a flash of her compact bottom.

Sabrina turned around, "Yeah, move your butts!"

Sabrina's orange shorts had worked their way into her crotch forming a clear camel toe, plump labia squeezed on either side.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

"What's the matter?" Maura asked, turning back to where I'd stopped. Pure impishness glistened in her liquid green eyes. With the girls now ten feet ahead of us, she said, "Don't they look cute in their new outfits?"

"Cute isn't the word that jumps to mind," I said, starting to walk again, my eyes now locked on the two sylphs ahead.

"What did jump to mind?" Maura asked. "Sexy?"

"Well, yeah! Aren't you worried about them being seen like that?" I asked, nodding towards them.

"They're having fun. They're excited. They feel sexy and pretty. It isn't doing any harm."

My meal at Wolfgang's was something or other. It was probably good but couldn't hold my attention. Despite the laughter and giggles at the table, Maura doing her part to encourage our daughters, I was distracted; badly distracted.

Sabrina, ever the bundle of energy, fidgeted in her seat on my left, her legs closing, and then slipping out to straddle the sides of the chair. Every time she moved, those tight orange shorts outlined her pussy, little camel toe and all, such a pouty little thing. I'd get a flash of turquoise panties where shorts ended and her legs would close. I tried to understand why seeing my daughter's panties turned me on so much, but couldn't. I had no idea. But, those flashes were almost hypnotic, very sexy.

On my right, Kristin, tilting her head and combing her fingers over her long silken dark brown hair to pull it back in a very feminine move, ate with a new lady-like dignity. Still, through her white shirt I began to discern the details of her first bra; soft white cotton triangles with white lace decorating the top edges, a small white silk bow in the center. I could even see small buds mounding up. Throughout the meal, with her slender bare thighs pressed to the chair and slightly apart, her short skirt provided no modesty. Between her thighs, her pussy strained against white panties, pressed to the chair, almost pooching out, full and ripe. I could only see the smooth, silky double gusset, but Christ almighty!

Not for one minute did it cross my mind how inappropriate it was to ogle my girls. I didn't have any mental demons to wrestle with, either. Finding them sexy was wonderful, exciting, even liberating, if not strange. Whatever the kink was in my mental wiring, I was thankful. Appreciating the sexuality of a ten-year-old and a twelve-year-old was, I decided, a true gift. Thank you, Maura!

When I shifted on the chair to ease the uncomfortable position of my partial erection, I noticed a glint of amusement in Maura's eyes. She knew! I grinned at her. No words spoken, we laughed lightly. My sister was a cunning woman, indeed!

"What's so funny, Daddy?" Sabrina asked, shuffling on her chair.

"Nothing. But, when we get home, how about we play a game of Twister?"

MAURA BURST INTO LAUGHTER. She loved how smitten Luke was, the delight in his eyes simply adorable.

In the changing rooms, she'd had to have stern words with both girls.

Sabrina, changing into her new shorts, had claimed, "Daddy will like these the most. Better than your boring skirt."

Kristin had immediately shot back, "No he won't. Guys like short skirts. Dad will like my outfit the most!"

"Will not!"

"Will too!" Kristin had claimed loudly. "You're just a baby. What do you know?"

Sabrina, with a full head of steam, yelled back, "I AM NOT A BABY!!! Just because you're growing boobs . . ."

"Enough!" Maura glowered at them. "If you two can't play nice, you'll not play at all. Do you understand me?"

Sabrina, incensed, said, "But did you hear what Kristin . . ."

"Stop." After a brief pause, flinty emerald eyes flashing, Maura said, "This is not a competition. Understand?"

Watching Sabrina and Kristin trying to catch their father's attention at lunch, Maura smiled to herself. It must be an innate skill with girls, that ability to play coy. She loved their personality differences. She still didn't understand how two daughters could be polar opposites, but adored both; spicy Sabrina, Kristin so thoughtful and girly. Perhaps it's the onset of puberty, Maura mused, but somehow she didn't think so. Sabrina was going to charge through puberty at full speed, damn the torpedoes, while Kristin was blossoming sweetly, slightly shy about the onset of puberty but secretly thrilled.

Maura smiled to herself. Luke had given her so much: a sexy, loving partner who couldn't keep his hands off her, adoring her every day; two beautiful daughters who filled her life with love and laughter and frustration. She was, she decided, blessed in so many ways.

A pulse of excitement made her squeeze her thighs together, panties slightly moist. The thought of her and Luke educating the girls about sex was such an arousing one, so illicit. Why did incest turn her on so much? Jeez, she was horny! Maybe she'd tell Luke what Kristin had said today. Oh! Even better! She'd . . .

I DIDN'T GET MY game of Twister, much to my regret. But, by the time Maura and I headed to bed I was so damned horny! Our daughters had jumped and bent and twirled and splayed on the floor watching TV, all their actions flashing panties at me, exposing sexy little gaps at the tops of their thighs, and slender young legs. Every peek at their pouty panty-clad pussies stirred the blood in my veins. I was lightheaded through most of the evening, blood having fled to lower parts. Maura just smiled at me, knowing the impact our daughters were having.

In the bedroom, with Maura brushing her teeth in the en suite bathroom, I stripped to rather damp boxers and went to join her.

My breath caught. Maura, bent slightly, leaning over the sink with a toothbrush in hand, was naked except for a new pair of panties; gorgeous, sexy panties.

They were skimpy, white, string bikini style. But, Jesus! Her exquisite ass showed through the sheer stretch lace back panel. When she noticed me standing in the doorway, she smiled, toothbrush in her mouth, white foam on her lips, emerald eyes glinting, and straightened, turning towards me.

Fuck me! The front of those panties were silken and smooth, the small triangle of cloth just large enough to cover but not hide the texture of her pubic bush. And at the waist of those skimpy things, a couple of stray, flaming red pubic hairs peeked out. Maura's pussy looked lush and full, her vulva rounded and cosseted by tight panties. A tent formed in my boxers.

She bent to the sink, spit and rinsed, her still small breasts firm, nipples at attention, pink areolae slightly mounded and stippled; simply beautiful.

"Your turn," she announced, moving away.

In the mirror, I watched as I brushed my teeth. Maura moved to the toilet, slipped her skimpy panties down exposing her pubes, and sat.

The sound of her peeing filled the bathroom. I paused, turned and, with an erection trying to burst out of my boxers, openly watched her pee. She grinned.

"Watching me pee really turns you on, doesn't it?"

I nodded. It did.

"Why?"

Removing the toothbrush, I said, "I really have no idea. It's not something that gets to me usually. I think it's the fact that I'm seeing my sister pee, something so personal. It just rings my bell. I used to imagine what you looked like peeing when you were twelve years old."

Maura glanced at the tent in my boxers, grinned, and parted her knees to give me a clearer view. When I groaned quietly at the sight of pee streaming from her neatly trimmed pubes, she giggled. The pee tapered off. She took a wad of toilet paper and wiped herself, rising and pulling her skimpy panties up before flushing the toilet.

"All yours," she said with a grin.

"I can't. Not in this state." That raised an interesting question. "Can you pee when you're horny?"

"No. Not if I'm really horny." She brushed the tip of my erection as she passed. "Hurry up, Bro. I'm getting hornier by the minute. Letting you watch turns me on."

I spit into the sink, rinsed, and had my boxers falling to the floor as I moved to the bed. Maura, ahead of me, crawled on to the bed from the foot, her magnificent pear-shaped ass exquisitely enhanced by see-through gossamer, her butt crack visible, her rounded pudendum lush, held tightly in panties, and framed by still slender thighs. Fuck, she was a wet dream!

Launching myself, I landed on top of her forcing her flat onto her front. She grunted, laughed, and wiggling her ass against me.

Inflamed, horny, and needing sex badly, I reached under her hip to cup her pussy, finding her clit.

"Wait! Wait!" she gasped, laughing.

Still on top of her, Maura reached under her pillow. "Close your eyes," she instructed.

I did, my finger playing with her clit.

"Smell this," she instructed.

Soft cloth touched my nose. I inhaled. I caught the slight scent of semen and, underneath it, a very delicate earthiness - pure female arousal. Must be her panties!

"Did you wear them all day?" I asked.

Maura rolled, tipping me off to her side. I opened my eyes to see my sister smiling, green eyes twinkling. In her hand, she held small yellow cotton panties.

"Can you believe Kristin wore these all day? She said she liked the feel of your cum in them from this morning."

Fuuuuck! Just the image of my daughter wearing them, the panties Maura had spread warm semen inside, had my erection straining. I pictured sweet Kristin when we'd been in the malls. Now I understood those shy smiles she'd been giving me! She'd been wearing cum-stained panties the whole time! Jesus!

How had my life changed so drastically in just one day? For the better, too! Man, I was blessed!

Maura, smiling seductively, eased her skimpy panties down, tossed them to the floor and rose to her knees. She straddled me and settled, her gorgeous pussy pressing against my shaft, my crown peeking out through her pubic bush. She moved to get comfortable, her labia bulging to sandwich my shaft. Lord help me! A bead of clear precum oozed from the tip and ran down.

"I've been horny all day, so forget foreplay," Maura said. "You know, I knew Kristin was still wearing those cum-stained panties. Did you notice how many times she blushed? I knew why. It really turned me on knowing her panties were messy with your cum."

"Christ, Maura," I groaned, cock straining. "You're killing me."

Maura smiled, her bewitching eyes twinkling. "I bet our daughter is playing with herself right now. She told me how sexy she felt in her new outfit. But, you know what?"

"What?"

"She liked flashing herself at you; giving you glimpses of her panties. She said it made her horny."

I groaned at the thought.

Maura slipped her cleft up and down my shaft, the head disappearing then reappearing, glistening. My crown swelled, red and inflamed, as a wave of excitement passed through me. Maura, sitting tall, knees astride me, looked glorious. Her hair loose, a flaming mass of waves tumbling over her shoulders, she looked like a redheaded Branwen, the Welsh Goddess of love and beauty. Small but mature breasts rode high and proud, curved below, sloping above, her nipples alert. She'd matured since childbirth; her hips slightly wider yet still slender, and an intensely female curve had developed below her navel, so sexy. She was still a wet dream to me, my sister, my lover.

Maura smiled, her hand reaching down to cup my cock, pressing it into her cleft as she rubbed herself on my shaft. Her fingers pressed the crown back. She rose slightly and, with a wave of heat hitting me, she eased the tip of my erection back through her cleft, pressing, positioning me, and settled slowly. I felt every exquisite sensation; her labia parting, a warm moist kiss, and molten velvet slowly surrounding my straining erection as she settled down, taking me inside fully, her flaming pubic bush settling against my dark brown pubes.

She sighed with pleasure. "I love how you fill me, Luke," she murmured, her hand still at her pussy, her finger caressing her clit. "So big and thick."

Maura, in a familiar move, started contracting her vagina, tensing, massaging me. She added a light back and forth movement that did no more than tease my crown against her end, a light pressure.

"Jesus, that feels good," I whispered, running my hands up her thighs, over her hips and up to cup her beautiful breasts, perfect handfuls, the heft of maturity, her turgid nipples so sexy. I teased her, lightly capturing her nipples between my ring and middle fingers, squeezing.

Maura trembled, her enchanting eyes staring into mine, warm arousal flooding them. She stroked herself and, in a slow, slow move, rose, my cock gliding out, her pussy clenching to hold me. As the ridge of my crown emerged, in an equally slow move, she settled down, taking me deep, deep, her pussy pressed to my groin.

Pleasure pulsed though my body, cock swelling. I loved Maura's soft lovemaking. In its slowness, it intoxicated me, in so many ways more intense than hard sex. She milked me with her pussy, rose slowly, shuddered and settled again, her finger moving faster, now strumming her clit. I swelled inside her, pulsed, arousal building. We made love gently, the pace never changing, slow withdrawals, slow penetrations, a sexy clench tightening on my buried erection. Time passed, both of us immersed in the sensations, so beautiful.

I saw Maura's climax emerge; a red flush above her breasts moving up, her nostrils flaring, mouth opening, panting, her finger moving faster on her clit.

Maura's pussy massaged me, a velvet glove, warm, snug and slippery. My cock ached, so damned hard now. I tried to wait for her, my need for release almost painful. Staring into my eyes, my sister shuddered, her eyes narrowed.

"Cum with me, Luke," she whispered, her body twitching. As the rosy flush reached her cheeks, Maura's pussy spasmed on my cock, a hard, hard clench.

I lost it.

With Maura climaxing gently yet intensely, her pussy contracting rhythmically, my erection swelled. Bliss hit. Semen spurted, flooding my crown in wet warmth. Another strong pulse made my hips twitch upwards, semen spurting hard, pleasure washing through me. I swelled, strained, and came again, and then again in an exquisite orgasm, cumming deep inside my sister, ecstasy, bliss, sweet release, my cock pulsing, cum spurting until the strain of ecstasy passed gently leaving me drained, sated, at peace.

Maura calmed. Her eyes regained focus. She smiled with pleasure. As she rose off me, thick semen flowed out of her pussy onto my softened cock.

She settled at my side, reached behind her for Kleenex and wiped my groin, gathered some more Kleenex and cleaned herself, then settled against me, her hand caressing my chest. I caught her scent; L'Air du Temps.

"I have a confession," she said softly.

I waited, my arm around her caressing her bare lower back where her buttocks swelled out.

"I've been excited and afraid this last month."

"Really?" I asked.

"Mmmm-hmmmm. I've been so excited with the girls, our exploration, teaching them about their bodies. But I had this fear that you wouldn't understand or feel the same way; that it might ruin everything."

"You know me better than that, Maura."

"This is so different. They're our girls, after all. But, I have another confession."

"Tell," I encouraged with a soft hug.

Maura glanced up at me, capturing me with her emerald eyes. "I love their youth, Luke. I adore their bodies. They're so pure and innocent and it arouses me."

When I didn't respond, she continued, "I never knew how sexy it is to kiss a young girl. But it is. It's intense. It's not like anything I've experienced before."

I wondered what it would feel like to kiss my daughters, not the peck on a cheek, but a real kiss, lips to lips, a sexual kiss. I tried to imagine it and couldn't.

"I never knew I was attracted to preteens. Maybe I'm not. Maybe it's just Kristin and Sabrina, but, Luke?"

I looked at her.

She continued. "I don't think so. I think I've discovered an aspect to my sexuality I never recognized before." She studied me intently. "I hope you'll feel the same way."

Smiling, I answered. "I don't know yet. But the way those two teased me today, I think there's no question I'm attracted to them. And not just because they're my daughters, but because they're so damned cute and sexy at the same time. There's an innocence in the way they tried to tease me. But it was sexy, too. It had me aroused the whole time.

"Speaking of which," I continued, "What's the plan with them?"

Maura grinned. "You are in for some serious flirtation. And, I think I'm going to get more sex than ever over the next week or so."

Standing in front of the huge eight-foot wide white board, I tried to follow the complex flow chart; red, blue, and green arrows pointing in all directions, boxes identifying functions a jumbled mess. We'd taken on the challenge of integrating disparate computer systems for a client in the energy sector; a large corporation that had grown through aggressive acquisitions of smaller rivals. Unfortunately, each acquisition had brought different legacy operating systems. I wrestled with MS-Dos, Linux, UNIX, and one ancient system that seemed to be Fortran code controlling a gas-fired generator! There was even a CP/CMS Cambridge Monitor System trying to interact with Unisys. Whoever their tech people were, they deserved to be jailed.

Somehow, my partners and I had promised to integrate their IT under a single, cohesive system. It was an impossible task. Admittedly, my mind wasn't really in it. Why hadn't I stuck with programming Android games for smart phones?

I could still feel it. My lips still tingled. Kristin, giving me a hug goodbye and wishing me an easy Monday - something that wasn't happening - had risen to her tiptoes and kissed me. But not kissed me like usual. No. My sweet daughter had kissed me on my mouth, a gentle lovers kiss that I'd felt down to my toes. Then she'd blushed.

How could a kiss be so amorous? How could a simple kiss from my daughter shake me to my core? It wasn't like the flirtations both girls had hammered me with all weekend. Kristin's kiss was loving, an adoring kiss that, in its chasteness, communicated such promise.

"Hey, Luke. Figured it out?" Greg asked, strolling into the boardroom.

"No one can figure out this cluster-fuck," I answered.

"I had a thought. If we consolidated the entire operation under Cisco IOS Software, we could reverse engineer the functions so they . . ."

"Forget it," I interrupted Gary. "The software is limited by their hardware. Some of their equipment can't handle the memory load Cisco IOS would need."

"Well, fuck! We need an 'effing solution soon."

Inspiration hit me. "I think, instead of consolidating everything under one system, we should consolidate from the nine current operating systems to two. We could use UNIX to manage their old equipment, and construct Microsoft as the overarching software for the intelligent management operations. We know from experience those two systems play well together."

Gary grinned. "I knew there was a reason we took you on as a partner, Partner!"

MAURA STRAITENED FROM LOADING the laundry.

"YOU DIDN'T!" echoed in, Sabrina yelling in indignation. "MOM? MOM!"

Maura sighed. Managing two opinionated preteen girls was proving to be hard work.

"Mom!" Sabrina exclaimed, entering the laundry room. "I was supposed to kiss Daddy first! It's NOT fair!"

Reaching out, Maura drew Sabrina into a hug. It wasn't fair. Kristin was making moves on her father first. She caressed Sabrina's perennially messy hair, trying to bring some order to it.

"Do you remember how we kissed? With tongues?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," Sabrina nodded.

"Well, I know Kristin hasn't kissed your dad like that. Maybe you could."

Sabrina leaned away from her mother, honey-brown eyes excited. "And I'd be first this time!" Her eyes narrowed. "Don't tell Kristin. She'll cheat!"

Maura laughed lightly. "It'll be our secret."

As Sabrina raced out of the laundry room, Maura decided some warning to Luke might be in order. How would he react hearing his youngest wants to French him? A flush of heat hit her as she replayed kissing Sabrina that way. Kissing a young preteen girl was an incredible turn on! Grinning, she started the washing machine.

FOREWARNED IS NOT FOREARMED. Arriving home, with the mouth-watering scent of dinner replete in the air, loud conversations, and the clatter of pots and dishes, I paused at the kitchen door and admired my sister. Tight, narrow leg jeans hugged her ass beautifully. Her emerald green silk blouse contrasted nicely with her mess of hair.

"Daddy! You're home!" Sabrina exclaimed.

Maura glanced back at me and smiled.

"Where's Kristin?" I asked, Sabrina giving me a tight hug. I kissed her crown, catching a scent of fruity shampoo.

"Taking a shower," Sabrina said. "She's gonna be in there for ages."

"Go change," Maura suggested. "I'll fix you a drink."

Sabrina followed me into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She yakked away while I changed out of the pants and business shirt, giving me a blow-by-blow report on her day. Standing in boxers, dresser drawer open, Sabrina slipped off the bed and approached.

With a gap-toothed grin, she reached up, rising on tiptoes, her hands tugged on my shoulders. "Gimme a kiss," she ordered.

Honey-brown eyes glinted. She smiled as I bent. In a surprisingly mature move, Sabrina tilted her head to the side, looked at my lips, and pressed her small mouth to mine. It was cute until the tip of her tongue brushed my lips.

I reacted, an erection slowly forming, the sensation of kissing a ten-year-old so damned arousing. Drawing her slight body against me, I teased her tongue with mine and fell into a full, sexual kiss. It was far, far more powerful than I'd ever imagined, so damned arousing my cock swelled into a full erection. Sabrina was so small against me, so young, and I found it powerfully exciting.

Tongues teased and caressed in an intense, intense kiss. When it ended, Sabrina glanced down at the tent in my white boxers, grinned with amusement and ordered me to hurry up. "I'm hungry, Daddy." Now I was, too.

She disappeared. I dressed. Finding a position for my stubborn erection inside jeans was problematic. As I approached the kitchen, I overheard my daughter.

". . . and guess what? Daddy got horny! I saw it!" she exclaimed with delight.

"If you kissed him like I taught you, it would be impossible for him not to get excited," Maura's voice said.

"And I was the first this time!" Sabrina exclaimed. "Just wait till I tell Kristin! She's gonna freak out!"

"There you are," Maura said with a smile as I entered the kitchen. Her eyes dropped to my crotch. A grin formed. "Your jeans look tight."

Sabrina giggled, honey-brown eyes twinkling with glee.

"Why didn't you warn me Sabrina is such a good kisser?" I asked with a smile. Sabrina grinned broadly, totally pleased with herself.

I took the proffered gin tonic from Maura's hand and sipped. "What's for dinner?"

"Irish lamb and barley stew with dumplings," Maura said, lifting the heavy pot lid to check on it. I smelled the rich gravy and lamb. My stomach rumbled. Sabrina left the kitchen in a rush. "So, how was it really," my sister asked.

I thought about it. "Like nothing I've ever experienced before. You were right. Kissing such a young girl adds levels of excitement I'd never have believed."

Maura smiled. "I'm so glad you feel like I do. You made our daughter so happy, too."

Before she could add more, Kristin entered the kitchen followed by Sabrina wearing a smug smile. Kristin was subdued. Her hair was long, damp from the shower, pulled into a tail at the nape of her neck. Green eyes stood in sharp contrast to her light olive skin.

"Oh-oh," Maura murmured. She looked at me. I got the message.

Like a well-rehearsed team, I said, "I need to check the pool chemicals before dinner. Sabrina, I could use a hand."

My daughter, still smug, jumped up from the chair and followed me out.

MAURA SAT AT THE kitchen table, setting her gin tonic down. She studied Kristin's demeanor. "Can I assume your sister gloated?"

"Uh-huh."

Maura sighed quietly. Competition between two preteens, especially when it was competing for a father's attention, was never an easy problem to fix. "You know you can't be first all the time, sweetheart."

"It's not that," Kristin said.

"Then, what is it? Are you having second thoughts?"

Kristin rose, opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Diet Pepsi. She sat and popped the tab, a hiss of gas escaping. She took a sip, her eyes studying the tabletop. "Would it be bad if I didn't want to do everything with Sabrina there?"

Maura reached out and patted Kristin's arm. "No. Did you have something in mind?"

"Uh-huh." Kristin's fingertips swirled condensation from the pop on the table.

"Like what?" Maura probed.

Kristin looked up, her green eyes meeting her mothers. "There's a father-daughter dance next month. The one the church is organizing?"

"And?"

"Well, I was thinking, it would be so romantic if . . . Um. . . if maybe Dad took me and after we could have dinner together in a nice restaurant."

Maura smiled softly. Kristin wanted to be romanced! She remembered her own dreams at Kristin's age; knights on white steeds sweeping her off her feet, finding love, hormones making it all so exciting. Another thought hit her. Yes, that would make it the most perfect experience.

"How about this," Maura said softly.

For five minutes Maura described her idea, Kristin's eyes lighting up. Excitement returned, shy smiles, a giggle. Enthusiasm arrived, talk of clothes and makeup and jewelry, followed by a promise; Maura agreeing to a girls shopping trip, just the two of them.

"But, you understand, if we do this, you may not be the first with everything. The dance is a month away and I don't see your sister waiting, do you?" Maura asked.

Kristin smiled broadly. "I don't care. This is much better!" Her eyes lost focus, a dreamy expression emerging. "Just imagine, Mom. It's perfect."

COLLAPSING TO THE BED, sweating, my heart raced. It had been vigorous sex with my sister; Maura on her hands and knees, me thrusting from behind, my groin slapping against her gorgeous ass, cock swelling until I thought it would explode, and a thundering climax, emptying myself into her, riding her hard, cumming hard. It had worn me out and dealt with the frustrations created by two sexy preteen daughters.

"Boy-oh-boy you came a lot," Maura observed, cleaning herself.

She looked completely disheveled, her hair messy, with a rosy glow on her cheeks. Satisfied she was clean, she flopped to my side and passed the box of Kleenex.

"So what was Kristin's problem?" I asked.

"You were gone rather long with Sabrina. What were you two doing?"

I grinned. "She decided to practice her lingual skills on me."

Maura laughed. "So that's why you were so vigorous tonight?"

"Yup. Damn, but I can't figure out why it's so arousing to kiss our young girl like that. It drives me nuts. So . . . Kristin?"

Maura settled closer to me, drawing my hand into hers. She inspected my fingernails, then checked that I had full mobility of each joint.

"I was right about Kristin. She's at that age where she's not only curious, but has romantic stars dancing through her eyes."

As Maura inspected between my fingers for stray dirt, she continued. "Boy does she have an imagination, too. She has a whole plan and I added to it. Luke, you wouldn't believe how excited she is."

"Yes, I would." I'd seen how Kristin had changed after her chat with her mother, bright, full of smiles, back on an even keel with her sister, and giving me sweet, shy smiles all night. Kristin was seriously pretty, a perfect blend of little girl on the cusp of becoming a little lady, her puberty sexy beyond compare. She was very, very attractive.

Maura traced the lines on my palm, tickling me slightly. "I don't think you can ever understand how it is for a girl full of hormones. Anyway, you're going to take her to the father-daughter dance at St. Joseph's church . . ."

"Now hold on!" I objected. Organized religion was the one subject Maura and I disagreed on. She still went to church every week and took the girls. I never attended.

"Luke, it's what your daughter's dreaming of. Would you deny her?"

Shit! "Are they going to pray and preach?" I asked.

"If they do, you'll swallow your tongue and take it! Do you hear me?" Maura asked with unusual firmness, bending one finger back until I felt a stab of pain. Then she softened. "Just pretend it's a nondenominational gathering and enjoy yourself. Focus on Kristin and ignore the rest."

"Fine. I'll try."

"And no snarky, sarcastic comments, Luke."

"Fine. Take the fun out of it, why don't you?"

Maura chuckled. "I haven't finished. You're to take her to the dance, dance with her, sweep her off her feet. Then it's out to a ritzy restaurant to wine and dine her - but no alcohol," she warned. "After dinner, you'll be escorting your little girl to a hotel suite. She wants to sleep with you there, just you two, alone. That's how she wants her first time to be."

"Jeezuus, Maura," I said, a spark of excitement hitting me. My imagination took flight. What would it be like to seduce my daughter? To romance her and be alone, make love together, all with her mother's encouragement? "Jeezuus."

Maura giggled quietly. "I gather you approve of the plan?"

"Jeezuus."

Laughing, Maura said, "See? You are getting religion!"

The week passed with agonizing slowness. Maura was delighted, the nightly beneficiary of my sexual frustrations, all caused by two remarkably talented preteens. Sabrina found pure entertainment in teasing me, surreptitiously kissing me, and giggling when I'd grope her tiny ass, a sumptuous little thing. Kristin drowned me in soft, tight hugs, chaste kisses, and sweet blushes when she'd let me get a glimpse of a bra strap or a flash of panties.

Maura and I didn't make love. I didn't have the patience. We fucked rambunctiously and, the fact that Maura enjoyed my distress, only increased my love of her.

I wasn't in the least surprised when my sister managed events around me. Saturday, Kristin left to have a sleepover with one of her friends. Sabrina, Maura, and I window shopped in the mall and went to the movies, followed by dinner at Pizza Hut.

It was way past bedtime when we returned. Sabrina, after an intense smooch and a giggle, disappeared to bed. I, feeling decidedly randy, slowly undressed my sister, taking time to kiss her exposed shoulders, the side of her neck, inhaling her perfume deeply, and fondle her ass - one of my all-time favorite pastimes.

We necked and touched, driving our arousal higher with Maura rubbing my erection over my jeans before unzipping me, me fondling her pussy inside her pants but over sexy panties.

By the time we were down to underwear, we tumbled into bed. My cock strained. I was horny. My sister was horny. Lots of sex during the week hadn't diminished my desire for her at all.

As I groped her buttock and tried to ease my fingertips under the elastic at her leg and cop a feel of her pussy, Maura laughed and pushed me away.

"Slow down, Tiger," she said with a grin. "We've got a long night ahead."

Confused, I clarified, "I just need a romp in the sack. Ten minutes . . . Maybe fifteen. Then you can sleep."

Maura burst out laughing. She rolled away and turned the bedside lamp on. "Sabrina!"

A red-haired devil pranced into our bedroom clad in a lime green T-shirt and turquoise nylon tricot panties. She grinned, gap-toothed and all, eyes glinting.

"Join us," Maura said, lifting the covers.

"Yay!"

Our imp dived in, all energy and enthusiasm and movement, her hair a wild mane. She crawled over Maura and settled between us. "Guess what, Daddy?"

"What?" I asked, grinning.

"I'm sleeping in bed with you guys tonight! Isn't this fun?" She grinned broadly. "And guess what?!"

"What?"

"You're gonna get all naked and stuff!"

Maura laughed at Sabrina's unrestrained enthusiasm. "Remember what I said, Sabrina."

"Kay!" She turned to me, eyes glinting. "And guess what?!"

Grinning at her enthusiasm, I asked, "What?"

"You're supposed to undress me, Daddy! Mom said it was only fair if I was to see you nekkid, too. And guess what?!"

"What?" I laughed at her enthusiasm.

"Mom said you'd reeealllly like undressing me. Wanna?"

Well, hot damn!

Grinning rather foolishly, I drew her lime green T-shirt up. As her slender chest appeared, she said, "I don't have boobs yet."

Grinning harder, I bent and kissed small pink areolae. Sabrina giggled. "Tickles!" she exclaimed.

My daughter watched me with honey-brown eyes twinkling, big smile. I studied her. She had no curves; all skin and bones, skinny and shapeless. Yet, two hips rose, so narrow, and shimmering panties held a succulent, mounded pussy tightly; so tightly a little camel toe formed. Her personality fizzled in the air, energetic, enthusiastic, gung-ho. I became absorbed by the sight of such a small pussy, the gap at the top of her thighs, the roundness of her vulva. An erection strengthened, excited by her youth.

"He's not doing anything, Mom," Sabrina observed.

Maura laughed lightly. "Your father is admiring you."

"Kay. But how long do we wait?"

I laughed at my little imp. "Not long, honey." Bending, I kissed the top of her mons, slipped my hand up the inside of her thigh, and mentally sighed when I finally touched her pussy over her panties, so sexy, so damned small, so intensely arousing.

I loved tracing her camel toe. I adored cupping her pussy. With the side of my thumb, I caressed her mons, plump and soft. With the side of my index finger I caressed her cleft. A shudder shook me. Jesus, I was touching my little girl!

Desire to see Sabrina naked, to actually see a ten-year-old's pussy, took over. Easing her panties down was a study in erotic. Bare skin was followed by the intoxicating sight of her small mons, a succulent mound rising sharply from her body, perfect hairless, skin flawless. As I slipped turquoise panties down slender young thighs, Sabrina's cleft appeared. Fuck me! Somehow I'd thought it would be like most women, but it wasn't; not by a long shot. Rounded, hairless, plump labia formed a tight cleft, a sexy line that merged with her butt crack. Between her thighs her buttocks swelled where they pressed against the bed. The sight shook me. My little girl was all female, intensely female, yet so different.

Tearing my eyes away, I glanced up at Sabrina and another deep shudder shook me. Maura was kissing our daughter, a deep kiss, lips moving, tongues at play. Her fingertip was teasing Sabrina's flat areola. Jesus Christ! Would I survive?

My cock jerked and swelled inside boxers, precum leaking. Why did this arouse me so?

The kiss broke. "Turn over," Maura said, smiling. "Your father loves bottoms."

Sabrina grinned. "Kay." She rolled.

I gawped, speechless. Sabrina had the cutest ass I'd ever seen, slender, almost boyish, narrow, yet cute little buttocks mounded up forming a sexy valley. Just inside, on her right cheek, she had a brown beauty spot. Following her bum crack, I shuddered at the sight of her small, plump pussy nestled between her thighs, pooching out where it pressed to the mattress, her cleft tightly closed. But at the point where her labia met her buttocks, there was a slight indent. It was exactly where her vagina must be. Fuck me!

Somewhat unsteadily, I bent and pressed my lips to her bum. It yielded to pressure. With a kiss, I turned to the twin, kissing her cheek softly. I caught a hint of her scent, just a subtle aroma, young and fresh, intoxicating.

Placing my hand on her bottom, I loved how my hand spanned both buttocks. Her petite bum excited me no end!

Shaking slightly, I caressed the inside of one thigh, slowly edging higher, higher, closing in on her little pussy. The edge of my finger touched her. Jesus Christ! I was touching my daughter's pussy! It was soft and warm, so small, her cleft tightly closed. It yielded to pressure, labia bulging but unyielding. Tracing her slit was a lesson in erotic, the tip of my finger slipping between her lips. My cock strained, precum weeping, boxers uncomfortably damp.

Glancing up while fondling her bum, Maura's excited eyes met mine.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Maura asked, her hand caressing our daughter's bare back.

Bending close, nuzzling Sabrina's neck and shoulder, I agreed. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

Sabrina sighed with pleasure, "Kay." She rolled onto her back, honey-brown eyes sparkling with excitement. "Guess what?" she asked softly.

"What?"

"Mom said you'd want to kiss me down there. You know, on my pussy," she clarified. "Wanna?"

When I groaned, Maura laughed. "I think that means yes."

Sabrina grinned suddenly, impish and cute. "You have to move down, Daddy," she informed me, slowly parting her legs. She pointed to the foot of the bed. "Down there."

My daughter's innocent pleasure captivated me. She had no shyness, no embarrassment. She was having fun, sexy fun, and I found it absolutely delightful. It was a new experience for me, a very nice experience.

Shuffling down, my cock pressing against the bed, straining and aching, Sabrina brought her knees up, parted her legs, her eyes watching me as I settled. I grinned. She responded with a big grin, missing canines and all. Then I looked down.

Fuck me! Even with her legs parted, Sabrina's little cleft was tightly closed, labia plump. This close, I noticed my daughter's pussy wasn't really hairless. It had a fine coating of body hair, like bum fluff, the same color as her skin. Her aroma hit me; a faint hint of arousal, sweet and fresh and intensely erotic.

The first touch of my lips to her pussy thrilled me; an experience unlike any other. It was so small, so young, her pussy soft, yielding to pressure. Fuck! I was kissing my daughter's naked pussy! My cock strained, more precum leaking. In an involuntary movement, I rubbed myself against the bed, a surge of excitement hitting me.

Backing off, glancing up, I watched Maura and Sabrina kissing, lips teasing, mouths moving, tongues touching. How could the sight of Maura and Sabrina intimately kissing be so frigging erotic?

I caressed Sabrina's pussy and shuddered again when I eased her plump labia apart. There, nestled deep, was my daughter's tiny clit, below, immature inner labia like wings over her cleft, and lower, moist, smooth pink. At the base of her short slit, a dark spot appeared; Sabrina's vaginal opening. It was tiny. It excited me to no end. I kissed her cleft and tasted her, my tongue probing. Another hard wave of horniness hit when her entranced dilated slightly allowing the tip of my tongue to penetrate her. Warm. Moist. Tight. So small. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on her flavor. Almost sweet with a hint of something stronger, basal. The inside of her short cleft was smooth. My tongue found her clit. Sabrina shivered.

Cupping her sexy little buttocks, I caressed my daughter's clit, my tongue rubbing, pressing, teasing softly, drinking in her incredible taste.

"Close your eyes, honey," Maura whispered, drawing my attention up.

Sabrina's eyes closed. Her little nostrils flared as she breathed deeply. Against my mouth I felt her respond, pressing her pussy at me. I sucked gently, thrilled with the shiver that shook her small body. Sabrina started moving, humping her pussy against my mouth, a slow, sexy undulation.

Pulling one hand from under her bum, I found the moist entrance to her vagina and caressed, still stimulating her clit. Sabrina's hands closed into small fists. Her chest moved as she breathed faster, her pussy humping my mouth faster. Like her mother, a flush emerged on her chest, spreading up. Suddenly, the tip of my finger penetrated her to the first knuckle, a tight, tight warm embrace.

Sabrina snorted. Her body arched, stomach straining. With the cutest grunt ever, my daughter fell into her climax, body heaving, pussy clenching. She grunted again, body straining. I sucked her clit hard and Sabrina exploded, her body shaking, hips humping. A look of pain crossed her face, a frown appeared, and she grunted deeply, "Ngh." Cock straining close to exploding, I took Sabrina through an intense climax, stunned at her response, an almost violent orgasm. Her thighs snapped closed against my head and, with a final, agonizing arch of her body, Sabrina collapsed, limp, little residual tremors shaking her.

Maura smiled at me. She kissed Sabrina's cheek as I moved up to settle next to them, our daughter limp between us. Small tremors made her tremble.

"So how was it?" Maura whispered to Sabrina.

Sabrina opened her eyes. A grin appeared, dimples and all. Looking at her mother, she said, "Daddy's much better than you!"

Maura laughed. "He's had more practice."

Sabrina giggled.

I lay on my side admiring Sabrina's delicate body. At some point Maura had shed her lingerie, her beautiful nipples alert, areolae stippled in arousal. My erection was so damned hard it waved in the air, the tip leaking, precum cool on my crown. Shit I was horny! I needed release badly, my balls aching.

"Ready for the next part?" Maura asked Sabrina.

"Uh-huh." With surprising energy, our daughter scrambled up and over me to settle at my side. She grinned at me, impish, excited, so cute. "Guess what?" she exclaimed.

Grinning, I asked, "What?"

"It's your turn now! Right, Mom?"

Maura smiled with amusement. "Yup."

Rolling onto my back, my cock straining inside the boxers, Sabrina looked. "Did you pee?" she asked at the sight of a large damp spot.

Maura chuckled. "Remember I told you how a guy leaks just like you do when you're horny?"

Sabrina paused. "Huh. So that's not pee?" She looked at me, grinned suddenly, "Are you horny, Daddy?"

Lord love a duck! Would I survive? "Yes, I am."

"How come?" She tried to act all innocent and stuff, but ruined it with a giggle of delight.

"Here," Maura said, moving to my side and reaching across me. She took Sabrina's hand and guided it to my erection. "Feel it."

A small hand pressed, and then gripped suddenly, sending a surge of pleasure through me.

With exploratory squeezes, my ten-year-old announced, "You didn't tell me it would be this big. It's hard!"

"Do you think we should take your father's underwear off?" Maura asked.

"Yuh-huh!"

Small hands gripped the waist of my white boxers. "Lift, Daddy!"

She tugged. My cock pressed down and slapped up when released, the tip red and inflamed. Sabrina stared. Maura reached for her hand and guided it back.

"This is the head," she said, leading our daughter's hand. "Feel this. See how slippery it is? That's precum. It shows your daddy is excited. Now feel this." Maura guided Sabrina's hand down to my shaft.

"See how silky and warm it is?"

"Uh-huh. It's so hard, Mom. Does it really fit inside you without hurting?"

Maura chuckled again. "Yes. But you're too young to try it."

"How come? I can get two fingers inside now." She looked at me. "I've been practicing!"

Fuuuuck me! My cock strained up, crown swelling; clear precum dripping to my stomach.

"Your daddy's much bigger than two fingers. Here, feel here," Maura instructed, guiding Sabrina's hand to my balls. "These are you daddy's testicles. Be careful. They're sensitive."

A small hand fondled my balls. "There are two! I can feel them."

No shit, Sherlock! I was dying. My daughter's innocent excitement was such a turn on.

Maura leaned in, took my shaft and bent, kissing the wet tip. She smiled at my groan. "How ya doing, Luke?"

Before I could answer, Sabrina announced, "My turn!" She pulled her mother's hand away, gripped my shaft tightly, grinned at me and bent, kissing my tip lightly. Backing off, she tasted her lips. "It doesn't taste of anything," she decided.

Maura laughed when I groaned deeply, my erection flexing dangerously in Sabrina's hand. "Remember what I told you? What your daddy really likes?"

"Uh-huh," Sabrina nodded. She grinned at me. "Guess what?"

Fuck me!! "What?" I managed to gasp.

"I'm gonna be first!"

"First what?" I asked.

"To do this."

With that, my ten-year-old daughter bent and slipped my crown into her warm mouth, her lips spreading. Jesus! It was an outrageously sexy sight! A tongue caressed. Cheeks indented. Sabrina sucked.

That was it. I couldn't take any more. My orgasm erupted, cock swelling, semen bursting in a wave of bliss, a huge pulse, cum spurting into my daughter's mouth. Sabrina's cheeks bulged. She yanked her mouth off, coughing, spitting thick white semen out as a powerful surge hit me again, cock swelling, inflamed, semen jetting out in a long white rope to land on my chest.

Maura grabbed my shaft and stroked me, each stroke bringing on another heave, semen spurting, bliss, utter bliss. With Sabrina watching, Maura stroked me in an intense, intense orgasm, my stomach muscles tensing, cock swelling, cum spurting. I gasped for breath, relieved when the crest passed, releasing me, each spurt smaller, sweet ecstasy flooding my body, calm arriving. Peace arrived, that beautiful endorphin-laced lethargy.

Sabrina wiped her mouth and studied the semen collected on my body. She looked up at her mother. "You didn't tell me Daddy would cum so fast. He did it in my mouth!"

Maura laughed. "Sorry. I think you were too good. You excited him too much. Naughty you!"

Sabrina giggled. "I did!" she grinned at me. "Guess what?"

God help me. I smiled. "What?"

"Mom was right! You make a really funny face when you cum, Daddy!"

When we'd finally cleaned up, Sabrina wriggled between Maura and me, beautifully naked and warm. We cuddled our daughter, Maura smiling at me with pleasure. The air was filled with new scents; the aroma of sex mixed with the sweet aroma of my little girl, fruity shampoo and more, with a hint of Maura's L'Air du Temps.

I was exhausted.

The next thing I felt was a hand caressing my arm, waking me. Opening my eyes, morning sun greeted me. Emerald eyes looked at me; Maura smiling. Our daughter was sound asleep between us breathing gently, nostrils flaring, red lashes long on her freckled cheeks. Asleep, I could appreciate her beauty, unaffected by her effervescent personality. The tug of love was strong.

"How are you feeling?" Maura ashed quietly. "Well rested?"

I nodded, feeling lethargic. A thought hit. "You didn't get to cum last night," I observed.

Maura smiled. "I have plans. I hope you're refreshed, Bro."

A twinge in my groin confirmed I was. I nodded. "What plans?"

Maura, stroking Sabrina's messy red hair, said, "It's time for part two." Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Sabrina's too small for intercourse. But . . ."

I held my breath, and then asked, "But what?"

"I'm horny. I want you to cum in our little girl's pussy. I want the first semen inside her to be her daddy's." A flush of excitement emerged on her cheeks. "And then I want to eat her, taste you, and give her a climax. I want to see your thick cum flowing out of her small pussy, Luke. Can you imagine it? Can you picture how sexy it will look?"

Fuck me! My cock woke up, inflating, lengthening, stiffening.

"And, while I'm eating my little girl, I'm going to masturbate with you watching. Maybe you can help, if you still have strength."

Jesus H. Christ!

Sabrina stirred. Her eyes opened. She smiled, big and bright, arms rising as she yawned and stretched. "Morning."

Bending in, I kissed her cheek and murmured, "Morning to you, sweetheart."

Maura bent in and kissed Sabrina softly when I finished. I heard my sister's whisper. "Remember when I promised you you could feel what it's like?"

Sabrina nodded, all eyes studying Maura. "Would you like to try now?"

"Really?" Sabrina asked. "Now? I'd be the first, wouldn't I?"

Maura smiled in amusement. She nodded. "Yes. The first."

"Kay!"

My daughter turned to me, a glint emerging in her honey-brown eyes, face full of freckles. My heart skipped a beat when she grinned. "Guess what?" she exclaimed.

"What?"

"I get to feel you this time! Mom says it's great!"

I adored her unabashed enthusiasm, puberty and self-consciousness yet to restrain her. Perhaps it never would. Maybe this was pure Sabrina.

She shoved the covers down exposing herself, eyes glinting. "Well?"

Maura laughed. "Well, Luke? What's the hold up?"

It wasn't my erection, that's for sure. And studying my ten-year-old's body, a skinny little girl with no curves, no buds, and three mounds - two narrow hip bones, one rather lush pussy - I felt the draw again; the attraction to her youth. My erection strengthened as I studied the gap at the juncture of her skinny thighs and how beautifully her vulva filled it, her tightly closed cleft, the pearl of her clit well hidden.

I didn't need foreplay. The sight was enough. Rising, cock waving, I moved down between her legs, gently lifting them to drape over my thighs. I rested on my feet and contemplated her. My erection loomed huge over her hairless pussy. With legs spread around my body, her cleft remained closed, plump labia, a lush, ripe mons. My cock twitched.

Heart beating faster, with a glance up at Sabrina to smile, Maura gently rubbing our daughter's tiny nipples, Sabrina smiled back at me, then looked down to her crotch.

Taking my shaft in hand, I eased my erection down. The tip kissed her cleft sending a wave of arousal through me. Damn but the size difference was incredible and erotic as hell. Precum left a glistening trail on her cleft. With my hand, I used the tip to rub her slit, up and down, up and down, slippery lubrication spreading. I couldn't get over the sight of an adult erection pressed to a preteen pussy. It was beautiful, crazy arousing. But then it got better.

When I pressed against her pussy gently, her sexy labia bulged and slowly parted to hug my tip, her small clit appearing. Stroking up and down, I teased her clit. I felt my crown pop up over her pubic bone, then pop down to nestle against her cleft.

Heart racing, it looked like I was penetrating her, penetrating a hairless, little pussy, lips bulging and hugging my crown. Excitement built. I completely forgot about Sabrina and Maura, just addicted to the immensely arousing sight. Precum made her pussy deliciously slippery, labia moving as I swiped my tip up and down her short cleft. I started stroking my shaft, cock swelling, horny, thrilled by the sight.

As I swiped down. The tip of my erection lodged deep in her cleft, the crown almost buried. I was lodged at the entrance to her tiny vagina and I made the mistake of letting my imagination take over.

I could see myself penetrating her. I could see from my size how deep I'd go inside my daughter, and I could imagine how tight she'd be from the thickness of my cock, almost as wide as her pussy. And, when I envisioned filling my little girl with my cum, my cock twitched. I swelled. My shaft flexed and I came, semen rushing up to spurt into Sabrina's pussy. A second harder pulse hit, agonizing, beautiful, a strong spurt, thick white cum oozing out around my crown. I came again, cock pulsing, pleasure hammering me, more cum oozing out, filling her slit and covering my crown. Holding my pulsing cock, I came again and again, each throb bringing bliss, relief, semen oozing out to cover her labia. I grunted my pleasure, stunned at the sight of a prepubescent pussy covered in cum, a thick cock pulsing into her. I came until the storm passed, pulses slowing. As I relaxed and sat back, my softening erection pulling away, Sabrina's cleft remained slightly parted. A thick river of cum ran out of her tiny opening. Fuck it was beautiful!

Maura pushed me away. I collapsed to the bed beside Sabrina. She looked at me and smiled.

"I felt that inside, Daddy. It felt weird!"

Smiling, now tired, I asked, "Good weird or bad weird?"

"Really good . . ." Her eyes lost focus.

Glancing down, my sisters eyes twinkled as she kissed her daughter's cum-covered pussy. I watched a smile emerge in her eyes, small crinkles at the outer edges. She shifted, cocking her hip up. I knew what she was doing, confirmed when I heard the sound of her finger strumming her clit. Maura was masturbating while eating out Sabrina. If I hadn't just cum, I would have had an erection, the sight so illicit.

Sabrina's eyes closed. Her fingers curled, fists forming on her tummy. I bent in and kissed her freckled cheek. "Does it feel good?" I whispered.

She nodded, inhaling deeper. A body twitch started leading to her undulating her pussy against her mother's mouth. I heard Maura sucking, slurping, and now the moist sound of her playing with her own clit.

Sabrina snorted, her head rising off the pillow. She collapsed back, grunting, "Ngh!" From below, Maura groaned, the sound of her orgasm.

Laying in bed I watched mother and daughter climax together, a mother's mouth locked to her daughter's little pussy sucking a father's cum out. I was quite sure I'd never seen anything so sexy.

Damn, I was such a lucky guy!

Late afternoon I entered the mudroom, sweating from mowing the lawn. I grinned when I heard Sabrina in the living room.

"And, guess what?!"

Kristin's voice echoed out. "What?"

Sudden whispering precluded me hearing what was being said, but I had a pretty good idea what Sabrina was crowing about. Stepping into the kitchen, while filling a glass of water at the sink, I asked Maura with a nod towards the living room, "Are we in for trouble?"

Maura smiled and shook her thick mane of hair. "I think we're fine."

"How come?"

Smiling, Maura explained. "Kristin's twelve. She doesn't care about our games with Sabrina because she's going to be the first to make love with her father, something Sabrina will never top. That's much, much more important to her. She's the oldest and she sees it as her right."

"When's this church thing again?" I asked.

"Three weeks from yesterday." Pausing, Maura smiled, and then added, "You've got three weeks to romance and charm the heck out of your daughter. You had better do it well or I'll cut you off from sex."

I gave it due and serious consideration. It seemed to me that young girls want attention and flirtation, a demonstration of their attractiveness, without actually crossing the line of intimacy. I imagined Kristin wanted to be desired, chased, and told how much I desired her. But, how did you do it when there was another daughter demanding attention?

It would require some thought, and perhaps some advice from my sister.

MAURA EASED KRISTIN'S LONG dark hair behind her ears and studied the new piercings. Two small gold hearts dangled from each ear on delicate gold chains.

"Perfect," she announced.

Kristin smiled and turned to the store mirror. Moving her head from side to side, she admired them. She hadn't thought Mom would let her pierce her ears. But they made her look so pretty.

"Thanks, Mom," she gushed, hugging her.

"Now, next on the list is a dress. What do you have in mind?"

Kristin smiled, excited. "I thought an emerald green dress, maybe in velvet, to enhance my eyes."

Maura's eyes widened. "You've thought this through, haven't you? I'm not sure we'll find a velvet dress, but something deep green would work. Okay. Let's go."

Reaching out, Maura took her daughter's hand and headed back into the mall. She paused and scanned the stores. "Over there," her finger pointing.

Four stores later, Kristin said, "Maybe we should choose something else," in a defeated tone of voice.

Maura disagreed. "We're not stopping until we find the perfect dress, honey. This is too important. Don't worry. We still have two more days."

Three stores later, Maura stood back and asked, "What do you think? We can take it in here at the waist and bring the hem up to mid-thigh." Her hands pinched the waist and rolled the dress up slightly. She studied her daughter in the mirror and caught sight of Kristin's face. Yup. This was the one. Kristin was staring at herself in the mirror, a small blush emerging, then a shy smile.

"Do you think Dad will like it?" Kristin asked.

Maura looked at how the deep, lustrous green enhanced her daughter's green eyes. A bit of eyeliner and subtle makeup and she'd be perfect. "I'm pretty sure your father's jaw is going to drop when he sees you in this," she reassured. "I'll do the tailoring at home. Now, shoes. What do you have in mind?"

Slipping the dress off, Kristin suggested, "Would it be okay if I got heels? I know you don't . . ."

"Heels would be just right," her mother interrupted.

Four shoe stores later, Kristin said, "These will do, Mom. They're okay."

Maura frowned. "'Will do' and 'okay' are simply not good enough. We need 'Oh m'God, I have to have these!' Got it?"

Kristin laughed. "Okay. Next store here we come!"

"Oh m'God, I have to have these, Mom!" Kristin exclaimed at the next store.

Maura laughed, amused, noticing Kristin's eyes twinkle at her pun. The pale pink shoes with deep pink satin bows were horrendous. "Put them back, Kristin. Here, try these."

Kristin slipped on the delicate black shoes, narrow-toed, three-inch heels. She studied them in the mirror. It made her calves ever more slender, gazelle-like, her legs longer. The shoes were so simple, yet classy. Her eyes met her mother's in the mirror.

Maura smiled. "So, do I hear an 'Oh m'God?'"

Kristin nodded, smiling, turning her foot left and right to admire. "Definitely oh m'God worthy."

"Good. Almost done. Next Lingerie."

"We just bought new stuff last month, Mom."

"Kristin, my love, we bought you underwear. I'm talking lingerie, items that make you feel sexy and beautiful, that feel wonderful against your skin, and that excite you when you think about a guy seeing them. Lingerie."

"Oh. Okay, let's!"

My ear was still ringing from Maura's detailed instructions, her worries, and some fairly harsh threats. I put the two small overnight suitcases in the back of the Honda Accord and returned to the front hall to wait.

For the past three weeks I'd played a subtle game of seduction with my daughter. According to Maura, it was small things that made the biggest impression on young girls. They'd analyze the smallest look, comment, or touch for deeper meaning. Taking my sister's advice, I'd let my hand rest on my daughter's shoulder or waist when she'd be standing near me. Occasionally I'd caress slightly, a thumb rub, or hand rub to show affection. Sometimes, when Sabrina wasn't around, I'd grin and grope her delectable derrière, letting her dance away with a stern, "Dad!", her pretend shock contradicted by the delight dancing through her eyes. And I kept my kisses very, very chaste, just soft pressure, lips closed, adding a, "Mmmmm," at the end, rewarded with a cute blush.

Maura had given me regular updates on the impact of my attentions, and wisely informed me when I was supposed to notice a piece of clothing, Kristin's shoes, a new hairstyle, and other small efforts she was making to appeal to me. I had done quite well, I thought.

But last night, Maura had refused my advances. She claimed, despite my proven virility, that I should rest for tonight. She'd then confused me with guidelines and cautions, with instructions about how to make love to such a young girl, how painful it might be for her, what signs to look for and when to continue, when to stop. She tried to give me a script for my dinner conversation, subjects that would relax Kristin, subjects to avoid. She suggested I play footsie over dinner, but be careful, don't draw attention, no overt sexual touches, but be touchy-feely, make Kristin feel beautiful and desired, but don't let people notice. When my sister started advising me on how to laugh, I drew the line. I told her to stop.

It struck me Maura was more worried than I was. She was fussing and nervous, a mother hen. I'd reminded her I wasn't a bad lover, and cast her mind back to our first time together. It didn't help. She fizzed with anxiety, hardly slept, and had done nothing but fuss all day.

Movement drew my attention. I think I froze. I'm quite sure my jaw dropped. Kristin paused on the stairs, Maura behind her.

"Holy sh . . .!" I stopped myself just in time. "Where's my sweet daughter?"

Kristin beamed. She should, too. In a lustrous deep green dress with a slight plunging neckline, a narrow waist, and a slight flair below, the material ending at mid-thigh, she was a vision of loveliness. The green dress set off her emerald eyes. Black eyeliner made her eyes larger, even more stunning. Her exceptionally long dark brown hair was pulled back severely into a long ponytail that rode high on the back of her head. Still, her hair brushed at the base of her spine. Black hose gave her legs shape, heels adding length. And dangling from her earlobes were gold hearts that shimmered in the light. Somehow, the dress gave her a small bust, too.

My daughter was gorgeous, seriously gorgeous, and so elegant.

As she resumed her descent, I reached for her hand, smiled, and bent to kiss her cheek, whispering, "You look stunning, Kristin."

She smiled with pleasure and let me lead her to the door.

"Hey! What about me?" Maura exclaimed. "No goodbye?" Smiling, Maura kissed Kristin. "Have fun, sweetheart." She looked at me. "You," she said more sternly, "Treat your daughter like the lady she is. Hear me?"

I grinned. "You bet'cha."

Kristin was quiet and reserved in the car as we headed to the church hall. "You're seriously pretty," I said. "So no dancing with anyone else or I'll have to shoot them. Did I pack my gun?"

Kristin laughed. "Daaad."

"I'm serious, honey. Don't give anyone the eye if you value their life."

She laughed again, eyes twinkling with pleasure. I noticed her nails - pearlescent green. "Nice earrings."

"Thanks," she said, touching them.

No slouch on the complimenting female front, I added, "Those shoes are classy. They give you perfect height."

"They do, don't they?"

Sun slipped towards the horizon across the Pacific, blinding me. I almost missed the church, a tall, steepled building in white. Cars were gathered in the parking lot, the meeting hall branching off to the right. Landscape was well tended, very SoCal.

I parked and rushed around to open Kristin's door, extending my hand. She smiled shyly, enjoying being treated like a date.

The hall was festooned with crass red, blue, and white streamers. Tables were arranged around a dance floor. Music played though old speakers. On the left, a table was set up with alcohol-free punch in bowls and various hand food items, probably provided by the mothers.

I knew no one. I didn't recognize any friend of Kristin's. Leading my daughter to an empty table, I studied the others. Ages ranged from five or six years old to early teens. Attire ranged from frou-frou dresses with puffs of cloth and lace on the younger girls, to simpler, more fashionable dresses on the teens. Clearly, the mother's taste had more influence with young girls. They were dressed like dolls.

Fathers mingled and chatted, all wearing suits, some black tuxes. I was glad I'd worn my white tux. I hated conforming.

A middle-aged, portly priest in severe black with a starched white clerical collar rose, tapped a mike, and winced at the resulting ear-splitting screech.

"I'd like to welcome everyone to this most significant event. A father's bond with his daughter is a holy one. In the eyes of God . . ."

I tuned him out. Man, I hated religion. "When does the dancing start?" I asked Kristin.

"Shhh. He's talking."

". . . an opportunity to strengthen the bonds between us, to show your young daughters the importance of familial . . ."

Idiot! "Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Shhh!"

"Are you feeling strengthened? More familial?"

"Daaad! Stop!" Kristin replied, and then tried to hide her grin.

". . . thus, as you dance with your daughter, remember the significance of . . ."

"Are you feeling significant?" I asked.

Kristin burst into giggles. "You're terrible, Dad! Behave or I'll tell Mom!"

". . . So let us pray. Dear Lord . . ."

"Is he always such a windbag?" I asked.

"Dad!!" Kristin slapped my arm. "Be quiet!" her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Actually, he's much better tonight. His sermons are booooring."

I laughed. The priest paused briefly. Perhaps what he'd said wasn't a joke. Kristin blushed and kicked me under the table.

Thankfully, the warnings of Hell and eternal damnation were finally over. Music started, some odd eighties song. I took Kristin's hand.

"Dance with me," I urged, drawing her to her feet.

I quite forgot about everyone else, about the priest, about the shitty music. That first song, a love song, let me draw Kristin in. I caught a hint of her perfume, L'Air du Temps. It made me smile.

Kristin nestled her face against my shoulder. Heels added a perfect height to her. She didn't feel like a twelve-year-old. She pressed against me, her arm around me, my arm at her lower back. We moved closer, her leg slipping in between mine, my thigh pressing against her pussy. I tightened my hold, drawing her tighter, and Kristin smiled, enchanting eyes sparkling.

For three hours I lost myself, dancing to fast songs, loving the slow ones. I loved dancing and Kristin was a surprise, she was an excellent dancer; something I'd never known. She dazzled me with smiles, her pleasure so obvious, and as the time wore on, when dancing slowly, I subtly caressed her back, edging my hand down to where her buttocks curved out, drawing her tight against me.

Kristin blushed and smiled with pleasure at my small flirtations. She was captivating.

At the end, I actually thanked Father Patrick, before escorting Kristin out. We headed to the restaurant.

MAURA PASSED BY SABRINA'S bedroom and paused, sticking her head in. It was still early; nine-thirty. Sabrina was sitting up in bed watching her small television. She glanced up.

"What's up, Mom?"

"How about you keep me company in bed?" Maura asked.

"Feeling lonely?"

"Something like that."

"Kay. Can we have snacks and a pop? Maybe watch a movie? Wanna?"

Maura smiled. Sabrina was just what the doctor ordered. "I'll get the snacks. You find a movie."

"Kay!"

Ten minutes later, both were in Maura's bed. The television played Frozen. They munched loudly on chips. Sabrina took a long slurp of Pepsi. Maura smiled as she sipped a glass of white wine. It relaxed her slightly. But she was anxious. How was Kristin doing? Was she experiencing everything she'd hoped? It was so hard on Maura. She knew how excitement made butterflies flutter in the stomach. She remembered her first kiss, that first time Jerry had touched her lips with his tongue, the thrill of a real kiss. She remembered the ache of yearning, that angst for someone, puppy love. Was Kristin feeling those things?

Sabrina burped. "Oops. Sorry."

Maura laughed and took another sip of wine. She thought about Luke, his kindness, how he'd behaved towards her the first time they went to bed, and giggled at the memory of him wanting a nympho girlfriend. Another memory popped up; them role-playing, she a fourteen-year-old flat-chested girl, him a sixteen-year-old.

She sighed. Luke was the best thing to ever happen to her, my brother. No. Kristin would be fine in his hands. He loved her far too much to disappoint her.

"What do you think they're doing now?" Sabrina asked. "Look, this is the funny part," she added, finger pointing.

"They're doing whatever Kristin wants."

"It's not fair, ya know, Mom. Kristin gets a date and dancing and even staying in a hotel. How come I can't have it, too?"

Maura rested her arm over Sabrina's shoulder, giving her a soft squeeze. "When you're her age, you can have it too, if you still want it."

Sabrina glanced up. "Why do I have to wait?"

"If you're talking about sex, you're too young. You've seen your father. It would hurt too much. Just be patient."

A frown emerged. "I'm not too young. I've been practicing. I can get two fingers inside me and it doesn't hurt. Actually, it feels sorta nice."

Maura grinned. What had she started? Still. Her mind drifted, imagining Luke with Sabrina. A spark of excitement ignited. Why was it that incest turned her on so much? And why did the idea of Luke having sex with Sabrina arouse her? There was no reason she could think of. She'd just enjoy it, she decided, as long as no one was hurt or taken advantage of.

Still aroused, Maura reached out and switched the bedside lamp off, putting the bowl of chips aside, her wine glass on the table. Settling down, she drew Sabrina close.

"I need some loving," she murmured.

Sabrina grinned. "Kay."

With the movie playing, Maura kissed her daughter lightly, a soft brush of lips, inhaling Sabrina's clean breath. Sabrina sighed. The second kiss grew in intensity, Sabrina's little tongue meeting her, the kiss becoming sensual, arousing.

Maura caressed her daughter, slipping her hand lower to rest on Sabrina's mons, so small and sexy. She pressed gently, loving how it felt, soft and yielding.

Tongues teased gently, Sabrina's eyes closing. Maura slid her hand up, drawing Sabrina's sharp pink nightshirt up. She eased her fingertips under the waist of soft cotton panties, a thrill hitting her. She loved this moment, this precipice of touching her little girl intimately.

The kiss ended. Sabrina's eyes opened. Maura smiled. "I love touching you, honey."

Sabrina grinned. "I like it, too. It's almost as good as Daddy touching me."

Playing a pretend frown, Maura asked, "Your father's better than me?"

Sabrina giggled. "Uh-huh." She reached down and pushed Maura's hand inside her panties. "But you're pretty good, too, Mom."

Warmth flushed through Maura when she cupped her daughter's hairless pussy, so small, so intensely arousing. Her finger eased into Sabrina's short cleft to touch her clit.

Sabrina moaned lightly. "That feels good, Mom."

"Let's get undressed."

"Kay."

Nightclothes were shed, panties tossed to the floor, and Maura shuddered when she drew Sabrina's naked body to hers. Her hands explored the shape of immaturity, Sabrina so small, so slender, almost delicate. Yet there were curves, her hips, her gorgeous little bottom, and such a sexy gap at the juncture of her thighs.

Maura shuddered when Sabrina gently squeezed her breast.

"Will I get nipples like yours?" Sabrina asked, gently tweaking one.

"Probably."

"Will I get bigger boobs than Kristin?"

Laughing lightly, Maura answered, "There's no way to tell. I had very small boobs until I got pregnant."

"How small?"

"Very small."

"Did you want bigger ones? Did guys ignore you because you didn't have big ones? Does Daddy like big boobs?" Sabrina paused when Maura's finger caressed her cleft from behind. She shuddered lightly, Maura's fingertip probing into her pussy. "That feels goooood."

Maura, aroused at the moisture she'd discovered in Sabrina's small pussy, whispered, "You can touch me, too, sweetheart."

"Kay."

A deep pulse of horniness hit her. Having her daughter cup her pussy was thrilling, so arousing. Another tremor hit when Sabrina found her sensitive clit. "Mmmm," she murmured.

Aroused, Maura pictured Sabrina with Luke. Her pussy pulsed at the erotic image. With care, she slipped her finger inside Sabrina's pussy, moist, slippery, her little girl so sexy. With mounting excitement, Maura added another finger, surprised when it slipped in, Sabrina's pussy so tight.

"See?" Sabrina said, pressing herself against Maura's fingers.

Excitement surging, Maura wondered if it would be physically possible for Sabrina to make love with Luke. Her nipples ached. Her pussy throbbed.

"Roll on top," she urged Sabrina.

With thighs pressing against each other's clit, with her hand holding Sabrina's cute buttock, they moved, writhing slowly, stimulating each other. Maura loved how petite her daughter felt, loved her youth, her slender body, her exquisite small pussy.

They writhed together, Maura pulling Sabrina tighter. She kissed Sabrina's crown, inhaling her scent, so sweet.

Sabrina groaned and humped harder, hips undulating. She emitted the cutest grunt, her climax arriving. Maura relaxed and let her own climax blossom; slow, beautiful pulses of pleasure radiating up from her pussy to erupt in her mind, her little girl grunting in ecstasy. Wave after wave washed through her, warmth flushing in, heart beating hard, and, to the cute sounds of her ten-year-old grunting her pleasure, Maura came fully, a soft, wonderful, releasing climax.

I ESCORTED KRISTEN INTO Portabello's, a southern Italian eatery renown for complex stews and fresh ingredients.

The maître d' escorted us to a small, intimate table, a candle casting a flickering light over the red tablecloth. He held Kristin's chair for her, smiled, and handed us a menu, adding the wine list to my menu. "Enjoy."

Kristin studied the menu while I glanced at the wine list.

"How come there are no prices?" she asked.

I grinned. "These Italians are old world. In Europe, it was tradition for the women to get a menu without prices, the man getting prices. That way, something as uncouth as money wasn't discussed. It's sort of cute."

"No it isn't. It's sexist. Gimme your menu."

I passed it across and returned to the wine list. A Tenuta San Guido Sassicaia from Bolgheri in Toscana caught my eye. Man, lust at first sight. Maura's warnings came back to me, no alcohol.

"Do you see your mother anywhere nearby?" I asked my daughter.

She looked confused. "No. Why?"

"Just checking. Waiter?" I called out, pointing at the wine list. "What would you like to drink, honey?"

"A Diet Pepsi, please."

When the waiter arrived, I ordered a Diet Pepsi, and pointed to the wine. He smiled broadly, probably because of the price. It was one of Italy's finest wines.

Over dinner, I chatted with Kristin, kidding her lightly. She gave as good as she got, teasing me. I kept the conversation on adult topics, treated her like a peer, a real date, and the effect was obvious. Kristin flourished, green eyes sparkling. I even let her have a glass of wine after making her promise not to tell her mother. It was cute watching her try to sip and enjoy it. She clearly didn't like wine.

I caressed her leg with my foot under the table and she blushed very prettily.

And through it all, a small charge of excitement flowed through my veins. How could it not? I was going to make love with my daughter, my sweet, charming girl. It was easy to let the seductive wine work its magic. My mind softened. Kristin looked so much more mature, a little lady. She behaved with more maturity, too. Yet, under it all, she was still my preteen daughter, only twelve years old. I found her immensely sexy and reminded myself this wasn't about me. This night was about making my daughter's dreams come true, introducing her to the beauty and pleasure of intimacy.

This night was Kristin's request, not mine. I'd have to exert total self-control and that would be a huge challenge. Even so, I knew I was going to experience huge pleasure, too. How could I not? Making love with my daughter, intimacy with a preteen, being her first, were all huge turn-ons. Did she know the gift she was giving me? Maybe I should tell her.

Reaching across, I took her hand. "Kristin, honey, I hope you know how much this means to me."

She smiled shyly. "Me, too, Dad."

"You're sure this is what you want? You can change your mind."

Kristin smiled softly, eyes dropping to her plate before rising to meet mine. "I'm not going to change my mind. Mom made it sound so good, um, being with you, that is. She told me about her first time. I've heard it from some of my friends, too. Mom said you're a . . ." she blushed ". . . a perfect lover."

"Your mother is biased."

Kristin smiled. "Mom doesn't lie. She fibs when she thinks it'll hurt me, but she never lies." She paused. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What's it like to be in love with your sister?"

"Well, your mother and I were adopted, so we're not true siblings."

"But Grandma and Gramps are brother and sister."

"True. I'm not sure I can explain it adequately. It's not a normal situation. But, well, there's a special thrill I feel about being with my sister. It's the same thrill I feel about being with you. I know you. I love you. It just is."

Kristin spoke softy. "Me, too."

"Are you finished? Would you like dessert?"

"No thanks. Let's go."

The Marriott Suites was a nice hotel. Maura had made the booking. Kristin looked around as I registered, pulling her overnight suitcase on rollers.

She was quiet as the elevator whisked us to the top floor, every floor increasing my nervousness, and Kristin's no doubt. The suite was beautiful, not overly ornate, two large queen-sized beds in a separate room, and a view out over the Pacific, distant lights of passing oil tankers blinking. The living room was large and tastefully appointed, the carpet thick.

I paid scant attention to it all. Turning, I drew Kristin into my arms, the suitcases forgotten.

"I've been thinking of this all night. It was agony not to kiss you."

Kristin smiled. In her heels, on tiptoes, she was at the perfect height. Her eyes held expectancy and sweet longing. I bent my head, smiled, drowned in her pretty emerald eyes, and kissed her. When I tasted her lips, Kristin trembled and relaxed, her tongue emerging to touch mine. Suddenly the kiss was sensual, intense, an erection forming, so sexy. Kissing my daughter was a world unto its own, personal, just us two experiencing illicit intimacy.

My heart was beating like a war drum when the kiss ended. "Holy Hannah, can you kiss," I said, caressing her cheek. "Why did we wait so long?"

Kristin laughed brightly, eyes twinkling with pleasure. "That was good, Dad. Mom was right." She rose again, smiling. The second kiss exceeded the first. Kristin's hesitant tongue became active, a new sensation; she was enjoying herself.

I couldn't help it. I did it without thought. My hand slipped down to caress her spectacular ass over her dress. The dress slipped under my hand, as if sliding on silk. Her buttocks were small and perfect and arousing. Kristin pressed herself to me. I felt her hesitate the moment she felt my erection and wondered how she'd react. She surprised me, pressing herself against me firmly, my erection surging, uncomfortably bent.

When the kiss ended, Kristin gave me one of her gorgeous shy smiles. God I loved them. Bending, I swept Kristin off her feet, an arm supporting her back, the other under her knees. Kristin smiled broadly. She wrapped her a arms around my neck and nuzzled me.

"Mom was right. You smell good, Dad," she murmured before kissing my neck.

In my arms, I was reminded how young my daughter was. Her kisses had distracted me, so sensual and mature. Yet, she was light, so very easy to carry, slender, and very desirable. In the bedroom, I set her down next to the bed. She glanced at the bed and back at me.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

Caressing her cheek, I said, "I'd very much like to undress you."

Her response was almost a whisper, "Kay."

She slipped her shoes off. In stocking feet, Kristin was much shorter. Looking down, I smiled, bent and kissed her softly, a light brush of lips. Her breath smelled fresh and clean. Unable to resist, I slipped my hand up her side and touched her chest. Under the dress, I felt her small mound. It felt bigger than just buds. With a gentle caress, I ended the kiss, drew her close, my hands sliding to her back. Smiling at each other, I found the zipper and unzipped.

I knew I was excited. I was on the cusp of seeing my daughter in all her glory, partially undressed, wearing only lingerie. It was, for me, the sexiest thought; seeing my girl intimately in a way no father should. Still staring at each other, I slipped the dress off her shoulders. It fell to her feet in a soft swish.

Stepping back, I gasped. Kristin was stunning! A small black bra of intricate lace cupped two petite breasts no larger than a silver Dollar. Yet, visible through the lace were her dark pink areolae and more, small mounds, the beginning of womanhood.

Her slender body tapered into a slight waist, narrow hips, and a gentle swell at her thighs. I became slightly dizzy at the sight of matching black lacy panties, boy short style, all lace, and the swell of her mons, a gorgeous delta pressing. Through the delicate lace I saw the shadow of pubic hair. My erection surged. But the pièce de résistance were her stockings. Black nylon encased slim legs, and at the top of her thighs, matching delicate lacework, no support, just stockings. Kristin was a sexy wet dream.

Her eyes watched me closely, waiting for my reaction. I looked at her. "I'm at a loss for words, honey. I can't believe how sexy you look. I mean . . . wow!"

Kristin smiled with pleasure. "You really like it? Mom helped me pick it out."

"I will forever have this image in my mind to cherish. Thank you."

With a return of her beautiful, shy smile, my daughter slayed me. "I did it for you, Dad. Only for you."

Lord help me!

Drawing her in, I kissed her, a harder, urgent kiss. Our tongues teased and caressed, my blood pressure spiking. I caressed her stupendous ass, the pubescent shape of perfection, sweet and petite yet sensually shaped, buttocks swelling out seductively. My erection was becoming painful, bent and restricted by the suit pants. Yet, despite the urge to rush, I took my time. As we kissed, I slipped my fingertips inside the waist of her panties, sliding them along the elastic. I felt the swell of her buttocks and the top of the valley they formed.

I couldn't take the discomfort any longer.

Stepping back, with Kristin watching, I slipped off the white tux jacket, removed my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt. Kristin studied my chest as I dropped the shirt. "Would you like to take my pants off?" I asked.

Her eyes darted up to me and back to my groin, my arousal very obvious. She smiled and nodded, stepping towards me. Delicate hands undid my belt. She showed her inexperience by fumbling at the waist, unsure of how to open my pants. I did nothing to help. Undressing a guy was hers to experience; the first time to touch a guy intimately, see his excitement, reveal his body, see a guy nude.

She struggled for a moment and then succeeded, the pant clasp opening. I saw the tremor in the hands and smiled. What was she feeling? Kristin lowered the zipper, pants opening to expose the top of my white boxers. She glanced up at me and blushed.

"Is this okay?"

"You're doing a great job," I confirmed.

With some minor wrestling, Kristin shoved my pants down. As they collected at my ankles, she froze. My erection strained at the boxers making a huge tent. "You can touch it," I encouraged.

Her hand neared slowly, hesitantly. She touched the tip, then cupped underneath. Her fingers slowly closed. A pulse of pleasure hit me when she squeezed gently, my cock twitching. She yanked her hand away as if she'd hurt me.

I grinned at her. "It's okay. You can't do any damage. Go ahead."

Kristin grinned. She reached out and took me in hand again, gently squeezing and exploring the shape of an adult erection. Every passing moment eased her hesitancy; her thumb teasing the tip, fist testing the rigidity, a soft stroke to explore its length. And with each touch I suffered. Desire built. I felt tension in my body. Just watching my daughter's first time touching her father intimately was a real gift, sexy as heck.

"I think you should stop, now," I suggested, my erection gently bobbing.

She glanced up at me. "Did I hurt you?"

Grinning, I explained. "Just the opposite. If you keep fondling me like that, the evening is going to be over and you're going to be very disappointed."

Kristin laughed, pleasure and pride dancing in her emerald eyes. "Really?"

"Yup. Really."

Taking her hand, I led her to bed, tugging the perfectly made covers down. I sat on the edge and drew her between my legs, slipping my hands around to hold each gorgeous petite buttock. With a sigh of pleasure, I kissed my daughter's flat stomach. Her fingers combed through my hair. When I leaned back and looked up, Kristin was studying me intently.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"That you're more than I expected."

"How so?" I asked, caressing her buttocks and thighs. God I loved where the two met, the slight crease and gentle swell.

"I thought we'd go to bed and . . . make love. I didn't expect this."

"This what?" I asked, confused.

"Um. This." She clarified. "The kissing and undressing, but not undressing completely. Hugging and stuff." She smiled at me. "It's really sexy, Dad."

"Does it turn you on?"

Kristin blushed furiously, smiled, and nodded. "A Lot. More than I thought."

"Well, I'm about at the end of self control. You're so sexy, sweetheart. You're impossible to resist."

Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I lifted and tipped, drawing her onto the bed beside me. She was so easy to move, it excited me. On her back, she smiled at me. I leaned over and kissed her, a soft, loving kiss, my hand settling on her stomach. As I moved it higher, Kristin's tongue emerged, her eyes closing, her hand rising to rest on my neck in a very mature move. I heard her inhale at the first touch.

She had stunning little breasts, so very small yet with the form of an adult breast, a small cone surprisingly firm to the touch. I adored them. They expressed the perfect stage between preteen and teen, pre-pubescence and adolescence, that magical cusp. It was powerful. It was arousing. I adored it!

Still kissing, I eased my hand around to her back. She rolled slightly to give me access. I found the bra clasp and pinched it open, elastic tugging apart. Still kissing, Kristin shuffled, withdrawing her arms from the bra straps. She tugged it away and dropped it on the bed. This was the moment. This was my first chance to see my daughter's breasts. God it was exciting!

Ending the kiss, Kristin's eyes opened. I looked into her eyes, smiling gently. Insecurity passed to be replaced by a small smile. I glanced down.

Utter perfection! Petite, mounded, half-dusky pink areolae, half-swelling breasts, topped by small nipples. They expressed youth and innocence beautifully; gorgeous, simply gorgeous. Maura had been wrong. These were not buds. These were budding breasts. I cupped one, so small against my palm, her nipple soft. My erection strained. It was as hard as I could ever remember it being.

Looking at her, Kristin studied each of my eyes. In a soft, quiet voice, she asked, "Do you like them? Are they too small?"

Mentally I groaned at her sweetness. I adored her, just adored her. "Kristin, honey, I'm sure your mom told you how much I like small breasts. Yours are perfect. Look," I said, rolling back slightly. "You can see how turned on I am."

Kristin looked down. She saw the damp spot of precum, the tent, my excitement.

"I'd love it if you touched me," I suggested, gently caressing her incredible breast.

Her hand moved slowly. She touched the damp spot. "Is this precum?" She asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Mom said it shows how aroused guys are."

"It does. You can touch me inside."

Still looking at my boxers, Kristin carefully eased her hand inside the waist, reached inside, and touched me. My cock swelled and bobbed, her delicate touch so arousing. She touched the tip spreading precum, then reached down further to gently hold my shaft.

"It's so warm," she murmured. "Is it always this hard?"

"When I'm as aroused as I am now, yes."

"Does it hurt?"

"No. It aches."

Bending slightly, I kissed her other breast, teased her areola and soft nipple with my tongue, and slowly opened my mouth. I could take all of her in, she was so small. Her breast was so firm yet yielding, as though it was bursting. For the next few minutes I explored each breast. Kristin explored my erection. Her moves slowly grew in confidence, testing my thickness, my hardness, and exploring my length. I loved it. I loved her intimacy, from shy hesitancy to familiarity, at ease with touching her father.

As I sucked on one nipple, I explored south, discovering her flat stomach, the slightest swell below her navel. And then, well, then I touched her mons, a rising pad of sensuality, so sexy. Kristin responded, parting her legs enough for my hand to cup her. Her pussy felt wonderful, full yet small, a sexy delta narrowing, her vulva full between her thighs. She was warm against my palm. I squeezed her pussy and heard an almost silent moan, her fist gripping my shaft harder. With a soft touch, I mapped the shape of pubescence and traced the middle, teasing her cleft, slowly adding pressure. Under my finger pad I discovered her clit, a small bump that, when caressed, earned another moan. God this was exciting!

Slipping my hand up, I ease fingers under the waist of her panties. This was it. I was going to feel my twelve-year-old's pussy. Her mons mounded up, skin silky soft and warm. I delved deeper and touched silken pubic hair. I could tell from touch alone it was sparse. Then I sensed the top of her cleft and followed it down, silken pubes tickling my finger pad, warmth. Suddenly I was cupping her pussy, small but perfect. Her cleft was closed, but at the base, as I applied pressure, her labia eased apart and I touched moisture. A deep shudder shook me. Nothing, nothing at all could compare to the discovery that my daughter was turned on, aroused by my touch. Nothing.

My cock swelled dangerously. I withdrew my hand. Kristin studied my face looking for my reaction, how her father felt after touching her most intimate place. Maybe she saw the heat in my eyes because she smiled, eyes coming alive. Her smile broadened when I flexed my erection in her hand and she squeezed it tightly.

"You're killing me," I told her, reaching down to edge one side of her panties over her hip. Still smiling at me, she rolled her butt and let me ease the other side down. At mid-thigh, she used her legs to kick them off and I still hadn't seen her pussy.

In quick order, I shoved my boxers off, rolled towards her and drew her to me, face to face, naked bodies pressed together, my erection firmly pressed against her stomach. I fondled her bare bottom, mapping each glorious buttock. We kissed, tongues toying and twisting, heat building, arousal, need. Precum made her stomach slippery and I hunched against her, my cock sliding deliciously. Kristin responded, rubbing herself against me. Arousal grew in intensity, now threatening to take control. I tried to back off, calm down. There were still so many things to do together.

"What's the matter," she asked as I eased my hug and stopped.

"I'm too close, honey. We need to slow down or I might not be able to stop."

Kristin smiled. "I don't want to slow down, Dad."

Fuck!

"Okay."

Rolling her onto her back, I rose up onto an elbow and looked down her slender body. Holy cow! Kristin still wore her stockings, nothing else, just stockings! Damn but it was sexy. My heart rate jumped when I noticed her pussy. I'd been right and wrong. Her pubic hair was darker than her head, almost black. They looked so soft, curly, yet hid nothing. Her small pubic bush hadn't spread, limited to the center of her mons, and below, showing through the light curls on her cleft, Kristin's clit, like a precious pearl, was coddled by plump labia. Once again, I was overwhelmed by the dichotomy of pubescence and young girl. It was simply stunning.

I must have frozen. Kristin tugged at my shoulder. Slowly, ever so gently, I rolled over her, rising on straight arms. She watched me, smiling. "You're sure?" I asked.

Her smile broadened. She nodded. I eased down, still keeping my weight off her, and we kissed. At first it was gentle, lips brushing, small nibbles. But, when the tip of my erection nudged against her cleft, our kiss intensified, tongues probing, playing, heat warming us. I couldn't stop my hunch, pressing my tip against her pussy. God it felt good. So good I did it again. Kristin reacted. Kissing each other hard, a sensual kiss, she pressed her pussy at my erection. For the next few minutes we teased each other, a subtle dance of love, little hunches, a teasing fucking motion, my cock aching, so damned rigid.

Precum suddenly made us slippery. Now each hunch started with my tip up at the top of her cleft, slipping between lush labia, teasingly brushing over her clit, and gliding down. It was exquisite and frustrating at the same time. I needed more. I wanted more. About to reach down, Kristin surprised me.

Her hand closed around my shaft. Her knees came up to cradle my hips, spreading herself. She directed my erection, the tip slipping through her cleft, reversing, slipping again, each stroke edging me deeper. Our kiss broke.

Still holding myself off her, I glanced down between us and groaned aloud. My cock looked so large, her pussy so small, so young. Yet it was intensely arousing, incredibly erotic. Somehow, seeing my daughter guiding my large erection added to the thrill. Then, all motion stopped.

I'd lodged at the base of her cleft, the crown hugged by warm labia. Looking at her, she studied my eyes intently. "Ready?" I asked, cock pulsing.

She nodded and inhaled, as if bracing herself.

"Relax. We'll stop if it hurts too much."

"Kay."

I waited, poised to penetrate my daughter, erection pulsing, swelling rhythmically. Kristin moved, a gentle press against me and relaxed. I waited. She tried again, pressing her pussy up and relaxed. Still I didn't move, even though I had a driving desire to thrust. It was exquisite agony, and it was beautiful. This was a moment I'd cherish for the rest of my life.

Kristin pressed again, slightly harder and eased off. Reassured from feeling no pain, she tried again, her labia edging down to cover my crown, and eased off. Slowly, very slowly, she started humping me. I reached down and caressed her clit. Her eyes narrowed in concentration. My cock pulsed, thick and rigid.

Suddenly, Kristin grimaced. A flash of discomfort passed through her emerald eyes and, at that exact moment, I penetrated her, my crown gripped fiercely. I was way, way too thick for her.

About to pull out, Kristin clenched her jaw and pushed up hard. She cried out softly as I slipped deeper, half my erection now gripped. Locked together, all motion stopped. I waited again for her eyes to refocus. I hated seeing her in pain. But I was too thick. She'd been too young. I'd been foolish and selfish to think this would be a wonderful experience for a twelve-year-old.

A marvelous transformation happened. Kristin's eyes cleared. She stared at me. A slow smile emerged. I kissed her smile gently.

"How do you feel? Any pain?"

"Not anymore," she answered, her palm rubbing my chest. "Are you all the way in?"

Smiling, I informed her, "Only about half. How do you feel?" I asked again.

"Like an overstuffed turkey," she claimed with a giggle.

"Don't," I begged.

"Don't what?"

"Giggle. It's painful. You're so tight."

"Don't you like it?" She clenched and smiled. "I do."

Fuck me!

Kristin graced me with another beautiful change. Her eyes softened, filling with love. She smiled gently. "I want all of you inside me, Dad."

"I'm too big," I told her. I was. Her pussy was already excruciatingly tight. There was no way I could go deeper.

"Try," she urged, pressing her pussy at me.

I was stunned. With gentle fucking motions, I slipped deeper and deeper into my twelve-year-old, each millimeter exquisite torture. We moved carefully and slowly, very slowly she took all of me. I was buried in her, her pussy pressed to my groin. Jeezuus!

It was so damned good, too damned good. Lowering myself onto her slender body, I kissed her, a soft brush of lips. Kristin smiled at me. Her arms reached around me and she drew my weight down. Laying on her only accentuated her youth.

Nature took control. I withdrew and slipped back, deep, fully, pausing to rub my pubic bone against her clit. Kristin murmured into my ear and joined me, undulating slightly. We fucked gently, each stroke exquisite, her pussy so tight. Reaching down, I cupped her ass, pulling it up as I thrust. Through her hands and from the soft sound of her breathing I measured her arousal. It seemed like I was locked in heaven, making love languorously, long strokes, out, in, the tip nudging her end, out, in, so beautiful. We found rhythm, our pace increasing, fucking each other, long withdrawals, slow penetrations; deeply satisfying. And gradually Kristin's hug tightened. Her body undulated faster, her breath now panting slightly. She started gripping me with her vagina, a tight, exciting squeeze, her pussy milking me. Slowly, ever so slowly, Kristin arrived.

With a soft moan, tremors shook her. She lost rhythm, thighs clutching my hips. I lifted my head to watch her. A frown had formed, eyes tightly closed, eyebrows scrunched up, lips parted, breathing deeply. Her pussy clenched. She trembled. "Oh God, Dad," she whispered and tumbled into her climax. I followed, finally releasing myself. A pulse of utter ecstasy slammed into me. With a deep groan, my cock swelled. A moment of pain arrived as my erection strained, and suddenly, semen exploded, exquisite bliss. I fucked my daughter slowly, spurting hard with each thrust, flooding her with hot thick cum, thrusting, cumming, cumming in my daughter. My orgasm washed over me, draining me, deep calm arriving, so amazing.

Our bodies came to rest. I held my young lover, my face nestled to her neck. Muscles relaxed, with the fury of an orgasm and extreme arousal dissipated, I explored the sensations in me. Kristin, relaxed and breathing quietly underneath me was petite, a beautiful young girl. Against my chest her small breasts were firm, distinct. Her hands caressed up and down my back lightly. Her slender thighs still cradled my hips, the soles of her feet resting on my calves.

Better than all was the feeling of my still-thick cock buried in her pussy. Kristin's vagina was so, so snug. I felt her wetness; my semen. I felt her warm, velvet insides and the tiniest tremors that passed through her. In my hand I cupped a perfect buttock, still slightly cool, sensually shaped, firm, sexy. And, in my mind I could picture myself buried in my twelve-year-old; me, her father, buried deep. Mentally I was still horny, still so turned on by sex with my daughter. I was still thick inside her.

As minutes passed, my penis stayed firm. I made a move to withdraw. The sensation of being gripped so tightly stopped me. I pressed back into Heaven and rested. Another minute passed and I repeated the move; stunningly sexy and exciting, so illicit. She felt so good. I tried again, just an inch, pleasure arriving. Kristin was tight but slippery, warm, a perfect caress along my shaft. I eased out slightly and pressed in. Beautiful.

Without a word, Kristin moved in counterpoint to my motions. My thick cock regained life, growing, hardening. We moved gently, just a bit, and slowly, slowly we began again, fucking gently, my sweet girl undulating, her hands caressing my back lovingly. I fucked my daughter gently, each stroke growing longer, erection harder, withdrawing easily, slipping back into a tight Heaven. Holding her bottom, inhaling her scent, my face nestled to her neck, I fucked her slowly, exquisite pleasure, fucking my daughter.

Our movement gained pace, longer stokes, deep penetrations, intense pleasure. For minutes we moved together in a dance of love, Kristin undulating beneath me, her pussy caressing me, her hands rubbing my back. We fucked easily, fully, never rushed, just long, exquisite thrusts. I felt every inch of her as I withdrew, my crown almost breaching, and every silken inch as I stroked in, her tightness, my tip gently nudging against her end, and another orgasm slowly gained strength, weight in my balls, erection swelling, now hard, so hard.

Kristin shuddered beneath me. Her thighs gripped and relaxed against my hips, gripped and relaxed. She inhaled sharply, hands clutching at me, and fell into another climax, her pussy gripping my erection with each soft wave of her pleasure. I followed her, cock swelling, ache arriving - that microsecond of almost pain - and, thrusting deep into my lover, I came, crown swelling, semen pulsing out in a burst of pleasure. Another thrust and bliss hit again, semen flowing, sweet release. To the sound of Kristin's sweet gasps and the gentle clenches of her pussy, her thighs flexing against me, I came in a beautiful orgasm, complete, each gentle spurt bringing joy, each thrust pleasure. I emptied myself into my daughter and slowed as the final, fading pulses arrived, sated, completely drained, a feeling of peace permeating me. I couldn't ever remember cumming twice and it was wonderful.

Eventually, I rolled to my side, my deflated penis slipping out of her. Kristin surprised me. As we lay side by side, as our bodies glowed with post-orgasmic pleasure, Kristin reached over and took my hand. She inspected my nails, then checked between my fingers. I recognized the trait; pure Maura.

"Did you like it?" she asked, not looking at me while testing the mobility of my joints.

"You know I did. Did you? Was it as good as you hoped?"

"Better. Much better."

Releasing my hand, apparently satisfied with my hygiene, Kristin rolled and pressed her body to me. She smiled sweetly and kissed my chest.

"I love you, Dad," she whispered.

My heart threatened to explode. I adored Kristin's sweetness. "Love you, too," I whispered, kissing her hair, smiling at the scent of L'Air du Temps mixed with the aroma of sex.

Kristin skipped ahead of me as I dragged our two suitcases. Before she opened the front door, it opened, Maura standing, waiting, with a smile on her face. Kristin melted into her mother's hug and hugged back tightly. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, but saw Maura caress our daughter's long dark hair.

They moved into the hall as I neared, and headed upstairs when I passed through the door.

"Hey! Where's my greeting?" I exclaimed.

Maura looked back from halfway up the staircase. "We girls have to talk. Go make lunch."

Well, damn!

Dropping the suitcases, I went in hunt of a beer. I found it, a nice cold Heineken. It felt great sating my thirst, cold and refreshing.

"Daddy! You're home!" an exuberant Sabrina exclaimed, arriving in the kitchen in mauve shorts and purple T-shirt. "Guess what?"

I had to grin. "What?"

"We're going out to dinner tonight!" She grinned broadly, dimples, missing canines, freckles, her red hair a disaster. "And guess what?!"

"What?"

"We're going to Burger King! Yay!"

I reached out and grabbed her, lifting her and hugging her tightly. Sabrina grinned at me. "Wanna kiss?"

I did. A frisky tongue teased me. The kiss ended. Sabrina leaned back and exclaimed, "And guess what?"

Laughing, I asked, "What?"

"Mom said it's my turn next!! But no dancing! I don't like dancing in front of people."

Lord love a duck!

I wondered at my good fortune; one extraordinary request - a life indelibly changed. How lucky was I?