I stretched and yawned as I awoke from my Saturday afternoon nap. I'd woken up a bit earlier than I normally did, but I was refreshed and I got out of bed.

Down the hall, I heard light grunting and creaking bedsprings through the partially open door of my son's bedroom. I chuckled to myself. My son Brad had just turned twelve and was just learning about all the fun things he could do with the six-and-a-half inch cock between his legs. He'd been spilling some pretty substantial loads into his pants and his bedsheets for a while now. I walked past his room but froze when I heard him say something.

"Quit whining, you dumb bitch. Just take it like the slut you are." Then I heard a second voice letting out suppressed sobs. A female voice.

I quietly pushed open my son's door. What I saw changed my life forever. My nine-year-old daughter Jenna was on all fours on her brother's bed, her round young ass in the air. Her brother loomed behind her, thrusting into her cunt doggy style. Each thrust made Jenna's young buttocks jiggle alluringly. Both had their backs turned toward the door.

"Oh fuck yeah," Brad groaned as his thrusts sped up.

Jenna only cried silently, fully submitted to being a toy for her brother's pleasure. It was clear that she wasn't a willing participant in her brother's fun.

"YES!" Brad stopped humping his sister and stiffened as he came. Even outside his room, I could hear the squirting sound of his climax, firing spurt after spurt into his sister's womb.

Brad slumped as his orgasm subsided. He pulled his softening cock from his sister's cunt, letting a white flood drip onto his sheets. I turned and silently ran back to my room, quietly shutting the door behind me.

My heart was pounding at what I had just seen. I was shocked, frightened, confused, and disgusted.

But more than anything else, I was aroused.

Without a second thought, I threw off my pants, climbed back into bed, and started stroking my eight-inch erection. My mind was filled with images of what I'd just seen. My daughter's beautiful ass in the air, her cunt being stretched by her brother's oversized cock. In less than a minute, I blew seven thick spurts of cum all over my bedsheets.

My lust relieved, I regained my rational mind. I was a pedophile and the proof was splattered all over my sheets. I whispered the word to myself. It felt strange on my lips. I felt fear at being different but I also felt excited about discovering a new part of myself, a new aspect to my sexuality. And I embraced it fully.

While my kids were out at school, I installed a remote control program on my son's computer, allowing me to turn his webcam on and off from my own computer, allowing me to secretly watch my kids' sessions. Over the next year, I recorded over a hundred hours of my son raping my daughter and shot several gallons of semen. But I never once touched my daughter. I had yet to gather the courage.

All that changed one night while Brad was out for a Boy Scout meeting. Jenna came into my room.

"D-Daddy?"

"What is it, angel?"

"I have to tell you something. About Brad."

My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

"He...rapes me."

"Rapes you?"

"Yes. I learned that word in school today. Rape. That's what he does."

Now was the moment of truth. I could erase all the video I'd recorded and play the loving, protective, non-perverted father. I could go to the cops, get my son sent to juvy, and never see my daughter in a sexual position again. Or I could sack up and do what I'd been hoping to do for the past year.

"Your brother rapes you?"

"Mm-hm."

"Show me."

Jenna's eyes got wide. "Sh-show you?"

"Yes, angel," I said breathlessly. "Show me what you do for him."

"Um, he makes me take of my clothes." And she did so. It was my first time seeing my daughter's naked body in person since she was a baby. My cock was rock-hard.

"Then he makes me get on the bed." She climbed onto my bed on all fours, her ass stuck in the air.

"Then he takes of his clothes and gets on the bed and he sticks his cock in my cunt."

And I did just that. I forced myself into her tight cunt. Despite all the times my son raped her, my daughter was still tight around my full-grown cock.

"No, Daddy!" she cried. "Please don't." She said more, but I became deaf to her pleas for mercy as I humped her harder and harder.

Only a few seconds in, I felt my orgasm approaching. "Almost there. Oh...OH GOD YES!" I felt my biggest load EVER rise from my balls, rush through my cock, and squirt into my helpless daughter's cunt. I counted ten heavy spurts of cum and a few more dry spurts before I finally came down from my orgasm.

My daughter slumped into the bed. She was no longer crying. She only stared at the ceiling in shocked silence.

I laid down next to her. "Let me tell you something, Jenna. You're a very sexy little girl. If you go around telling people you've been raped, they'll be overcome with the urge to rape you too. And they'll do it again and again. You've ruined both your brother and me. We'll never be able to stop fucking you because you made us rape you. But you can make sure that you don't lure anyone else into raping you if you just don't tell them about what you do with him and me. Do you understand?"

Still staring at the ceiling, Jenna nodded.

I hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." I fell asleep with her in my arms. Today was the first day of a new chapter in my family's life. I could hardly wait!