Trevor, Carly's father, sat in the kitchen of their holiday villa. It was 2.30 in the morning and in front of him was a half empty bottle of Famous Grouse whisky. He was trying to sort out his head.

Marilyn, Carly's mother lay in their bed fast asleep, naked, with a satisfied smile on her face. She had had more sex that evening than in the last six months. Not that she was complaining, oh no.

Carly herself was also fast asleep in her own bed, wearing just a thin T shirt. She had been remembering the best day of her life when she had been fucked (she had to say the naughty word again to herself) by two grown men. Pavel, the villa 'help' and, best of all, her own beloved Daddy. Her sex was still wet at the thought of it. And it was all due to a new red bikini.

Trevor couldn't believe what he had done. His own daughter! How could he have? But, and this was what he couldn't believe, she had loved every minute of it. It wasn't as if he didn't know that young girls like sex. What was the name of the girl who used to hang around the local park when he was a lad? Shirley, that was it. She was younger than Carly he remembered, 9 or 10, something like that. It didn't take much to persuade her to drop her knickers and open her legs, she always loved taking cock. His younger sister's friends were the same. He had shagged a couple of them when they were only 13 and they hadn't complained. Then there was his wife, Marilyn was only just 15 when they started having sex.

One half of his mind said "So what was the problem?" Carly obviously wasn't a virgin and the sight of her lying there, lovely tiny breasts and sex exposed, how could he resist?

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The next day Marilyn went into town on her own to do some shopping. She had asked Carly if she wanted to come along but the girl said no, it was too hot and she just wanted to sunbathe.

Trevor decided to spend some time in the villa's gym. After working off his hangover he went outside to the pool to cool down. As he swam up and down he could see Carly lying on the same lounger, wearing that red bikini again. Every time he looked, his cock got harder making swimming almost impossible.

He couldn't help himself, he got out of the pool, towelled himself dry, and went over to Carly. His cock was tenting his shorts and, seeing it, Carly said "Daddy, do you want to do it again?" He pulled off his shorts , knelt down next to his daughter and started to kiss her and stroke her body. Carly sighed with satisfaction and laid back...

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As Marilyn drove into the villa's drive she looked over at the pool and stopped the car dead. She saw Trevor's backside going up and down and, on the floor beside the lounger, a pair of red bikini bottoms.

Marilyn was about to explode, saying to herself "Provocation! That's what it was, the little tart! Provocation. Then the word hit her, provocation. It stopped her in her tracks. Suddenly she was 12 years old again.

She had been teasing and taunting her 17 year old brother Alex for weeks. Walking round half dressed, no bra covering her decent sized breasts under thin tops. Wearing tiny shorts and skirts, even, at times with no knickers on. Her mother told her to stop "dressing like a slut and put some clothes on" but after a while she started doing it again.

That afternoon her parents were out . Marilyn had put on a cropped top that barely covered her tits and a skirt she had when she was younger that was so short her slit showed when she sat down as, once again, she had no knickers on.

Alex took one look at her and said "Right Lynnie, that's it." Then he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom where he threw her onto her bed, pulled up her skirt and proceeded to fuck her hard and strong for nearly two hours.

During that time, her mind in a whirl, Marilyn had her hymen broken, a number of vaginal orgasms and took at least three healthy doses of spunk in her uterus and womb. Eventually, Alex got off her, put his clothes back on and, without a word, walked out of her room. Marilyn lay there, she and her bed were covered in a mix of sweat, semen and her own juices. Her sex was red raw but, to her immense surprise, she felt almost ecstatic.

All this came back to Marilyn in a rush as she sat in the car watching her husband fucking their daughter. Instead of confronting them, she made her way quietly into the villa. After all, who was she to cast the first stone?