Chapter I

It had been a week since Avan last laid eyes upon the man he'd fallen so deeply in love with and his tiny heart ached with a pain that coursed through his every limb making him weak to rise morning after morning. A pain that felt worse when he read the online reports of his lover having been reported missing, along with his three daughters who disappeared at the same time. Manhunts and deep searches were underway the news had said but to be realistic, the law had more important things to do than look for a seemingly harmless man who took his children and left the country, they just played up to the importance for the good of their public image. Doubtless if they had in fact caught up to him they would have taken the girls into custody and thrown the book at him with heavy prejudice as measure of public faith.

Avan figured early that his lover and 'daddy' had taken off with his daughters to parts unknown, somewhere west in the vast ocean, as he had followed ____. home one night to see where he lived, and then when he'd gone that day, Avan snuck in and searched the place till he found something interesting. A folded map lodged in between the fireplace brick frame and the golden colored steel wood basket, which made the boy think that he'd dropped it when burning anything that may have given away his hiding place.

'He didn't want me.' Avan thought bitterly. 'He could have taken me but he didn't.' but at times the boys rational mind kicked in and told him how it never would have worked for a grown man to run away with his daughters while bringing his 12 year old BOY lover.

Still however, Avan wanted him back so badly. Especially on nights like this one when he was lying face down in the backseat of an old 79 Mustang while being roughly fucked from behind.

It didn't hurt to feel the grown man on top of him thrusting away as the man's cock was no more the size of Avan's equally gay friend Tyler who was 15 years old going on 16 next week. In fact, this man's cock was skinnier than his friend's 5-inch pecker, god he missed daddy and his wonderful cock. More so he missed the way his lover had truly enjoyed him those nights as opposed to the man who drooled and huffed over his small back in the mustang.

They'd met just yesterday when Avan was sitting outside the Jack's Roast Coffee Shop on Crestview Ave in Antioch's shopping district. It was a warm sunny day with few clouds but the boy held his white cherry slurpee he'd gotten from Bull's-eye super store just minutes before, with a morose drop to in his features, his heart thumping painfully empty and alone.

A commotion just a few yards a head shook him from his thoughts of ._____ when a young 20 maybe near 30 something year old man came running frantically by him being chased. The runner looked kind of scraggly and worn, which led Avan to believe he'd done his share of crack and other substances. He had dark hair and blue eyes with dark bags under them, skinny arms and legs that carried him roughly through the shopping center parking lot as two larger olive skinned men, one in a blue and black with white stripped jogging suit and the other in black slacks and a grey casual dress jacket, both with slick back hair, caught up with him.

The one in the jacket took the runner by his white t-shirt threateningly, and everyone around could hear them going on about their 'money', and the inquiry as to where it was. There was a faint wet patch forming on the runners jeans right over the groin as he whimpered and begged only to be thrown to the ground and kicked repeatedly, warned to have it or the vig by the next day or it would be 'far fucking worse'.

They left the runner and walked through the shopping area and beyond to where ever they'd come from during the chase. The man in the white shirt and jeans crawled over in Avan's direction, making the boy look away as he slurped at the straw in his half downed slushy, everyone else going about their own business.

"Hey kid." The runner said as he propped his bloodied self against the brick formation that held the centers plants for aesthetic purposes, right beside where Avan sat with his slender legs peaking out of his baggy blue shorts. "Got a napkin or anything?"

Avan only nodded and reached in his pocket for a handkerchief he'd carried around crying into for days and handed it to the man without looking at him.

"Gracias, kid." The white male said, sounding almost like 'Grassy-ass'. Having a half Latino heritage in his own bloodline, it irritated Avan to hear white people try and say anything Spanish, as it always sounded pathetic and unnatural. This thought was what he clung to while the man wiped the blood from his nose and lips, the thought of white people trying to sound ethnic. Even thought Mexicans would pronounce it "Me-hee-cans" it sounded right, but when white people said it, it just sounded God-awful. They didn't realize that Mexican's would rather white people just pronounce it like it looks, rather than sound like arrogant douchebag. 'We know what you mean, dumb-shit, don't make us sound like retards.'

Avan almost smirked when he thought more on his Latin side, how he could tan beautifully, and look like a Spanish God when he let his hair grow the natural dark color, but he just loved being blonde so much that he dyed his hair every time the roots began to show, and his eyes he got from his dad, who was white. He liked being a white kid with that Spanish fire, it turned him on.

"Bit of advice, kid." The man broke Avan's train of thought. "Never gamble."

'No duh, shit for brains.' Avan thought but just nodded and murmured "Ok."

"I'm a good guy, ya know."

Avan was uncomfortable at this point and wanted to leave but was afraid of acting rude, but this man sure did not look like that much of a good guy.

"Gambling though, it can take a lot of good out of ya and make you do some really stupid shit." He continued while gazing at the small boy with THAT look.

It disgusted the boy to see that look, 'didn't you JUST get your ass kicked in the parking lot, dude.' He thought. 'why the fuck are you looking at me like that.'

"I'm really sorry you had to see that." He said to Avan. "A pretty thing like you shouldn't have to see violence in her neighborhood when trying to enjoy a cooling treat like that."

'Her?' Avan thought. 'Dumbass you think... ah shit I look like a girl.' "I'm a boy!" Avan snapped in a pout not giving the man a gaze.

The runner's eyes went wide a moment as he smiled, "No shit? Wow! You look... wow... you a fag, kid?"

Avan shifted nervously, really not liking this guy. "It's okay, kid. I don't judge... I'm impressed, cause you're very pretty... never carried a torch for the sausage, but... damn it you aint fine."

This made him wanna run now, cause this man was so fucking weak and pathetic. "I'm James, calling me Jimmy." The man said with his hand resting on Avan's thigh as he got up and sat beside him.

"Av... I'm Joey!" Avan lied.

"It's okay kid." James leaned in taking the straw and suckling up a little of Avan's slurpee, making the child's stomach turn in disgust. "I wont bite, what's your REAL name?"

Avan didn't answer... "Look I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable kiddo, just saw you didn't leave when everyone else did and thought you were nice."

He planted a palm over Avan's knee. "You seem nice, you haven't run off yet... figure maybe you might not be such a bad kid. I sure could use a friend."

'This must be how molestation victims feel.' Avan thought. 'Please don't touch me, please... you creep me out.' But instead he said "I'm... A...Avan."

"Avan!" James exclaimed. "Now THAT'S a pretty name."

Avan whimpered softly. "It's okay kiddo, I wont hurt you... I just got my ass kicked and looked up to see an Angel and had to know her, HIS name... so... you like boys, Avan."

Hearing this man use his name was horrendous but he just nodded in spite of himself, hoping a cop would drive by soon and spook him away, but Jimmy just took another sip and with his swollen lip, kissed Avan's cheek while putting his arm around the boy.

"I really could use a friend." James whispered.

'What is WRONG with this guy?' Avan thought, another voice chiming in at that 'Hey! Be nice, he's had a rough day and you're not worth much more than this anyway, remember? .____ left you alone and no one else loves you, give the guy a chance'

Dear reader, I wish I could tell you that our beautiful girlish boy child ran away and got to safety, but a broken heart and malicious voices in the mind can propel even the most intuitive bodies into making the worst possible decisions, such as walking around a strip mall with a bloodied stranger with a charm of a nickel flipping, tooth pick chewing, greasy snake in the grass loan shark.

The decisions only got worse as the evening progressed and Avan found himself in a dark ally with Jimmy. The man's pants were down around his ankles and Avan was on his knees sucking away at James's barely 5 inch skinny cock, trying not to snigger at first as he'd seen far bigger and better on smaller boys. He almost changed his mind as the smell from the groin reminded him that James had pissed himself earlier that day and hadn't cleaned up, but before he could protest, James had pulled the boys head forth and made him open his mouth.

Poor Avan gagged with tears in his eyes through the entire ordeal, James's pathetic mind believing the moans and gags were from his "Monster" cock he was feeding the child. He didn't cum that night as his dick kept going soft, even when he thought about his missing nieces he'd violated so often before, well, not often enough he'd think at times as his mother almost never let him 'Baby-sit' the girls too long.

The night ended frustrating the man who handed Avan his number and left. The boy hitching home, thankfully with a nice woman who didn't ask anything in return, so that he could shower and BRUSH his teeth like crazy to get the awful taste out of his mouth.

How he'd gotten into the backseat the next night was anyone's guess. He'd gone to a different strip mall the next day to drown his sorrows in a cinnamon bun and soy mocha frappe with heavy sprinkles and non fat skim milk whipped cream, hoping his growing habit of junk food wouldn't make his figure bloat, but a broken heart was only lightly comforted by the taste of high calorie foods and beverages.

He'd been smiling for once while texting his friend Tyler who was off in Florida with his family, telling Avan about these really gorgeous Cuban guys he'd spent the night with, when suddenly James showed up killing the happy mood with his dubious 'charm'.

James had a black eye this time, but explained that his buddies let him off today for a few bucks and it was all good, but somehow Avan was less than convinced.

They'd spent the rest of the day together until they ended up in the backseat of James's borrowed Mustang where the man got Avan to make out with him for a while.

It wasn't too bad considering that Jimmy had showered and cleaned up wearing fresher cloths, but his kiss was like that of a desperate middle school student who was more interested in putting boob in his palms than enjoying a passionate locking of the lips.

At one point Jimmy pull out his undersized limp cock and had Avan stroke it while telling the boy to 'call him daddy', to which Avan replied, "Uh...I'm not ...into that."

"Suck my cock baby!" James moaned trying to shove Avan's head down but the boy almost wretched at the thought of tasting it again, so he decided to offer something else.

"A hand job tonight...my jaw is sore." He lied.

"Too much for you last night?" James grinned.

'Yeah, right.' Avan thought sarcastically. "Um, yeah..."

"Well kiddo." James finally got his dick hard and took Avan's chin in his hand. "Ass or mouth, I'm taking one or the other."

He wanted to run away now, get far away from this pathetic excuse for a human being, but only nodded and turned in the seat while pushing his jeans down his ass and slender legs.

"Mmm nice, kid." James stroked Avan's backside, sending repulsed shivers down the child's spine.

Avan laid face down while James climbed over him thrusting into the child's rectal passage without so much as spitting on his prick first. Elated at Avan's groans, believing it was pleasure from such a 'big cock' in his 'virgin hole'.

The act itself took forever as far as Avan was concerned, this man couldn't keep it hard for very long as he'd pull out and frantically stroke himself while letting out these whacked out huffs and squeals that almost made the boy laugh, a giggle escaping once that made Jimmy smack his backside hard enough to know it was a passionate slap, but a warning.

All Avan could do was groan with 'ugh, uhm, ah's repeatedly until James finally pulled out and pasted the boys back and ass with small dribbles of cum that barely spilled from the man's urethra let alone "blasted" out. Then he groaned again as the man fell on top of him panting and telling him how good it was, and that it was the best ever.

"How'd you like having your hole plugged by a MAN, kid?" James asked lighting up a cigarette.

The child had grown up around smokers and never had qualms about cigarette smoke until now...now he just wanted to vomit as he sat up wondering 'what man plugged me tonight?'

They talked, or James did the talking for a while before giving Avan another round of 'man loving' as he called it, that ended with a limp penis and a frustrated degenerate gambler pouting like an over grown child. "Want a ride home, kid?" he'd offered.

Avan shook his head 'no' and lied that he had a ride coming to get him, so goodbyes were spoken. James knew by the boys attitude that he'd not be seeing this kid again anytime soon, until he decided to 'visit him at home' James thought as he watched the boy leave while holding the cell phone he'd swiped before driving away.

Avan was in hell that night. His cell phone missing, the only ride he could get demanded a blow job for the lift, the constant thoughts of what the free clinic might tell him when he decided to get tested after this horrible experience. To compound it all, he heart was aching even harder for .___ than ever now. The boy just curled up in his bed weeping, missing his 'daddy' and wishing he was dead, that the whole world would just ...go...away.

Chapter II: Present Day - Twilights Garden

Tensions were high the last couple of days since Sandy and her father had first begun their trek across the lines of fundamental morality, the morality that clearly stated that incest, especially between a parent and an offspring was strictly forbidden.

He avoided her as much as he could whenever alone, but when they were all together Sandy had this excruciating way catching his gaze and holding it with seductive smirks, tongue tracing her lips, even subtly allowing her hands to caress her thighs and breasts in the most seemingly innocent ways. The girl who'd battled her addictions to prescription drugs, media, and gossip had become a horrendously horny little minx and this was not unseen by her sisters Becky and Cherry.

Rebecca at times couldn't help but cast a wide-eyed bewilderment at her sister's constant flirtatiousness. Sometimes she wanted to laugh and smack at her sister and tell her to knock it off, but more and more she's noticed that whenever he looks away when caught by her glance, there is always a guilty look, one that most certainly pertains to having done something, something forbidden, something awful but delicious.

The very thought that her sister had crossed the line with their father sent waves of wanton desire through Becky's near 16 year old body, yet at the same time deep emotional confusion, merged with the intelligible logics that weaved through her brain almost constantly, given the recent events, just waiting to burst like water rushing wildly through a broken dam.

Such could not be said the same for Cherry who hadn't smiled at any of the persons in this group since Sandy returned with a shit eating grin like she'd kissed the neighbor boy outside of church while everyone was busy praying. Cherry knew something had happened, especially when daddy came back with a guilty face... she was pissed. She'd felt that she had claimed him first in some way, and that yet again Sandy being the older of the two got everything first. Yes... that jealousy was stamped to her face and not letting up when her eyes shot daggers at her sister, and woefully raged stares of betrayal at her father. To say things were tense was only to be stating the obvious.

He'd worked tirelessly on building and expanding to the hut, while avoiding all conversation, cursing himself with deep confusion for ever having destroyed the hull of the boat. Screaming at himself inside for not having brought Avan along to better help him with his sexual urges, not to mention that even now he continued to feel this empty void without the sweet sexy child that he'd fallen head over heels in love with in that short time before departure. 'God what clusterfuck this has turned out to be!' he thought.

Alone in a clearing some ways off building a look out perch as the girls had suggested shortly after being "stranded", he found himself near tears and lost in thought, thoughts of what he could have done different. How if not for his family, they'd be together.

If not for the malicious hatred within his family ranging from his ex-wife to his mother-in-law, they'd be living together in the suburbs of Sierlejo just outside of Capua and Antioch, in sunny southern California. Watching the girl's favorite movie "The Princess Bride" over take out dinners (much like they did during visiting weekends and Holidays when he GOT the ruling) where he'd make them laugh with his impressions of miracle Max, the Albino, Inigo Montoya, Fezik, or the crazy "Maw-wage" Wedding Priest. He'd even get theme comically acting steamed when he quipped about how weird it was that a Grandfather would even think to read a story like The Princess Bride to a sick grandson.

"Stop it, dad, there is nothing wrong with that." One would say.

"Oh really?" He'd bark out trying not to laugh "A romance infested story of a beautiful maiden who gets rescued by her darling Westley, who was a farm boy turned pirate turned hero, and you think this is the type of thing most grandfathers read to their grandsons?"

"Sure, why not?"

Shaking his head, "Gimme a break! Grandfathers will read plenty of crazy stories but not the kind that requires a long haired brawny and sculpted Greek God of an Adonis to adorn the cover for the eye candy pleasure of its menopausal readers."

"Shut up! Stop, no!" they'd all join in by this point laughing and trying to act mad.

"I tell ya one thing." He'd continue. "If I were Fred Savage, I'd look right at Peter Faulk and say 'Grandpa, I love that you're kicking it here and all but, you're not gonna touch me in any inappropriate ways are ya, cause I HAVE a rape whistle and mom in the next room!"

At that last comment the girls would jump on their father and wrestle him like tomboys, trying to make him yield an apology for belittling their favorite movie. This would keep up until he finally did the best of his impressions by saying "Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!" then gawf out that Fezzini laugh until keeling over dead.

Sitting at the unfinished perch and smiling at the memories of the laughter and how much he loved it, and would almost break down crying every time the girls were picked up from his place to be taken out of his life yet again by those who had no love for him so selfishly that they would forsake children.

"Dad." A voice break his thoughts.

It was Becky coming up the walk way toward him, clad in her long tie-dye shirt and jean shorts she'd cut from the blue jeans found in the crates. Her feet were bare and dirty save for the impressive psychedelic toenail polish done by Sandy that was fading after three days. She came close and knelt down in a crouched position next to him with her arms holding her knees.

Her dark wheat brown hair billowed in the wind after having been undone from all the braids she'd kept it in over the weeks, she was a woman now, almost 16, full figured and gorgeous.

"Are you okay?" she asked with soft concern.

He nodded gently saying nothing. "Well, I'm asking cause..." she paused and looked around before sitting on her backside beside him, stretching out her legs. "...Dad... look I..."

Looking at her as she stammered trying to find the words, he could tell what was up and what she obviously was trying to get to, and he tried to let it out without tears but it was impossible as they silently stained his cheeks.

"I did something wrong, honey."

Silence between them as she nodded her understanding but needing more. "What... what did you do, daddy?"

"It just happened." He sighed. "Your sister and I..."

"How far did it go?"

Looking at her he shook his head. "Far enough, but not to the finish... I dunno."

"Dad." Becky laid a hand on his forearm. "It's okay, tell me."

"We... I..." Gazing deep into her eyes. "I performed... I... did... on your sister...I."

"You gave her oral sex, daddy?"

The brash use of such a technical term was more than he could bare to hear let alone admit, just made him nod and look down ashamed. Becky only smiled and stroked his cheek, a kind smile that said she understood and there was nothing to be ashamed of, much like an understanding parent having caught their son looking up a girls skirt at such a tender age.

"I shouldn't have done it, honey." His fist clenched over the hammer he held. "It was wrong...it was..."

"Right... it was right, dad."

Shocked and befuddled he shot her a glance as she gave a light chuckle. "Dad, we're stranded on this island for our lives most likely. Such a big ocean and so much space and so many islands yet unseen, the chances of rescue are one and a million. I don't doubt that somewhere along the line our human primal urges will get the best of us and make us commit to our most obscure nature possible... I.E. you, me, Sandy, and Cherry... there is really nothing to keep our sexual urges from drawing each other in and doing what comes natural."

He was at loss for words, she was always the intelligent one, but at times he could swear she was a genius child who could outthink even the most educated literary masters that money and experience could buy. To say simply that she was smart was severely underestimating.

"Sweetheart..." he could hardly articulate any thoughts. "Are...are you...are you suggesting that we... you, I... any of us will?...ya know."

"Fuck like rabbits on ultra strength Viagra?" words spoken from her mouth with less than two breaths. "I think so, in fact, I KNOW so, daddy. It's this island, the air, the trees, the tropical climate, with the almost utopian and sedentary lives we're beginning to lead. Well, not too sedentary as we DO have our work cut out for us in terms of building our foundation and surviving in it, but the scenery alone is enough to drive even the most prudish fundamentalists into a Hedonist tableau of Bacchanalian proportions."

'Mind boggling' he thought as his own intelligence wasn't nearly this impressive and her mother was considered many things but smart took the very bottom of the list under the lines of negative.

"Not to embarrass you dad, but..." Becky blushed and looked away a moment before turning back to him. "Well... at times I find myself unable to extract my own desires from forethought until I finally relent and go to a private place to purge them... masturbate!...sorry didn't know if you were getting me there haha... Cherry does it too, and well Sandy does it as you know and of course helped with."

"Becks!"

"No dad, its okay, its perfectly logical that we seek not only to shelter this island for our own primitive survival but to also bring life form to it as a passive desire to not only procreate but populate and stamp out the isolation that renders at times seemingly deep and uncomfortable silences."

"You're barely holding me now, honey." He admitted sheepishly.

Becky giggled. "Dad... simple... this is OUR home now... yours, mine, Sandy and Cherry's... its just us, and in the future...well... our children... OUR children."

The silence was almost deafening by the time he finally broke it stammering. "Be...Becky...Rebecca Lolita. I... this..."

"Daddy." She whispered with a finger to his lips. "Soon, if not tonight, then soon, you'll come to understand the feelings quickly growing between us all. You will embrace it, and we will become your daughters only by means of offspring, but spouses by necessity of procreation. Plainly put... we'll be your wives... we'll have your babies... our babies will have babies...so on and so forth until this island; which by my calculations is almost triple the size of Staten Island in New York, maybe just a tad under that measurement, will be a small little nation ready for discovery... but dad... importantly... it will be OUR home, where we love each other..."

Her delicate fingers stroked his cheek as their eyes locked fierce and steady. "...we'll never be apart again." She whispered.

"Never?" he asked in an almost trance.

"Never." She breathed, then was turned back to her nerd mode. "Pending the course of human events that logically state that one or more will be sorrowful with loss as death is most inevitable, regrettable man, but we..."

"Shut up, you hippy." He cut her off with both letting out soft chuckles until their lips touched, scorching their flesh with fiery passion. Her slender arms reached around his neck as her eyes closed, her flesh melting with desire as their bodies closed tightly in their embrace.

Moans escaped their throats as they kissed, lips parting to allow the tips of their tongues to slither out and to one another for that French lovers caress of the mouths. He could taste the faint traces of tooth paste, fruits, and weed from her breath while her breasts pressed into his chest through her shirt, driving him mad with need. His strong hands caressing her back as they groaned, whimpered, and held tight their lips begging for more.

"Mmm daddy!" she groaned and mumbled as they kissed.

"I uv yoo abby!" he tried to speak through their lips as well.

Becky's entire body shivered as his hands took her buttocks and squeezed bringing a wide-eyed squeal over their kiss smile as she gently came back down moaning in his touch. Her own hands taking his hair in her fingers and holding tight, desiring never to let go.

A prospect broken by a loud Harrumph and stomp just a few feet away. "OH!" the angry voice startled them.

"CHERRY!" Becky squealed.

He could only stare in open mouth horror at his youngest who looked like she was on the first of a temper tantrum with tears streaming down her cheeks. "First Sandy! Then YOU Becky! You SUCK!" she screeched and turned running away.

When he got up to go after her Becky stopped him "No daddy! Let me... go back to camp and wait for us... I have to do this... I know what to say."

"What..." he struggled with his heart thumping in his chest. "What will you say."

Rebecca Lolita just looked at her father, smiling she said. "What has to be said, daddy... that's all." Then turned to leave, walking cautiously into the trees.

"Becky-Lo!" he called out.

She turned beaming at the name he'd not used in years, the name that made her feel like she was truly and always would be a forever daddy's girl. Becky just blew him a kiss and turned leaving her daddy standing by the unfinished perch confused and worried... he trusted Becky to handle her sister, that must he was certain, but his worry was being alone with Sandy now, as was a certainty when he returned to camp. With a sigh he made his way, wondering no longer at the ifs, but when these lines were coming to an end.

Chapter III

"Go away!" Cherry sneered at her older half sister who found her sulking with her head buried low and hugging her knees pulled tight under her chin. She was seated in a small stone cavern under the waterfall that fell into the newly named "Isis pond", the fall itself named "Osiris's Kiss" (As Becky had won the coin toss for the rights to this particular area). This was Cherry's favorite place on the whole island, where she could lay about and watch and listen to the water hit the rocks below, foaming and rushing. As she had been so sad as to not be able to name her special place, Becky at least showed her some kindness and let her name to adjoined river that flowed from the pond; her river was simply called "Cesare".

"Cherry, come on." Becky begged as she maneuvered under the fall to join her sister, her own hair damp from the spray of water coming in.

"Leave me alone." Cherry's voice was quivering with sadness; her sister could tell that the girl had been crying a while now.

Cherry felt Becky's fingers caressing her hair before landing on her shoulders gently. "I'm sorry you're feeling this way, there's not much I can do about the jealousy, but honestly, sweetheart...he's all our dad and we have to learn to share his love equally. I can say that it's okay and you're not losing anything, least of all dad. So in hind sight honey, crying alone like this is all for naught."

"Shut up..." she murmured.

"Honey, be reasonable." Beck's kept her voice calm and assuring the whole time while caressing her little sisters soft shoulders. "...I love him as much as you do, so does Sandy." The mention of Sandy's name made Cherry seethe audibly.

Becky just giggled and continued with the comforting. "Maybe had dad thought to bring a few more people, you know, boys... then maybe would could have developed a different sort of mutual attraction that would in most respects bring about proper matrimonial arrangements, but I highly doubt that as our own infatuations with daddy alone were self inhabited within our subconscious as well as our conscious desires since probably before he found this place."

"Stop, stop!" Cherry finally looked up, shaking her head having not the patients for another of Becky's overtly intelligible tirades.

"Sorry..." Beck just brushed Cherry's cheeks with her thumb, drying the tears as her little sister pushed her legs out in front of her, sitting back now with her hands bracing the hard solid ground behind her.

"You're in love with him too, correct?" Becky asked.

The younger 11-year-old child just nodded. Her piercing blue eyes starring ahead of her into nothing, perhaps just watching the water fall before her just two meters away. Becky loved her little sisters blue eyes, even though the brown eyes were inherited from her father whom she adored beyond measure, she'd always wished her eyes were as piercing and sexy as those of her two young half siblings.

She took in her sisters small form and couldn't help admire how beautiful she was, so young yet just on the doorstep of her first womanly years. Pale milky skin without spotting or blotchy blemishes, just perfect. Her dark hair that had been barely shoulder length when they first arrived was growing longer with such luster in its raven-like hue that it deepened the girl's mysteriously sad beauty all the more. Even when it had been cut short and boyish just a year ago she wore it with an indescribable sexiness that most girls her age were jealous of.

Those pouty pink lips that had never been touched by makeup always seemed to be begging for a kiss even as she slept; the girl was a perfect vision of Snow White having been laid out for her prince to come. Her shoulders down her arms were slender, feminine, and enticing to the touch, and those legs. Oh those stems of hers that flared out with the grace of a flamingo, making her every pose worthy of the most exquisite magazine headlines. Her eyes spoke of her beauty with vicious demand however. Those cat like blue eyes that rivaled those of a young Elizabeth Taylor, or Sophia Loran for that matter.

"What are staring at, lesbo?" Cherry's voice came soft with humor and only a slight crackle from her earlier tears.

"WHAT?!" Becky who'd been taken off guard couldn't believe her sister's candor.

"Don't 'what' me." Cherry smiled and sniffled. "I saw you last year kissing Georgia under the bleachers at cousin Nicky's football game."

Becky remembered it vividly all of the sudden, when Cherry and Sandy's cousin Nicholas (a nice piece of teenage beef cake at 17 years as she recalled) was playing with the St. Valery Highschool Dire Wolves against the 29 Palms High Wildcats. She'd agreed to the invitation because dad was supposed to be there, but after arriving she'd learned that the girl's grandmother chased him off with her attitude once more. She'd hated that woman so much for the way she treated him every time they came together, but she never stopped caring about her sisters in spite of it. But the game had been sooooo boring that night, that even Nick's tight cute butt in that uniform flying across the field held no interest after a while. So she and Nick's twin sister Georgia went under the bleachers to hang out but ended up making out instead, this having been Georgia's first girl and girl kissing session and Becky's fourth since her birthday that same year... she had no way of knowing her then 10 year old sister had been spying on her.

"Why couldn't you just lez out with Sandy and let me have him to myself?" Cherry shuffled her feat aimlessly.

"Huh!" Becky huffed trying not the laugh. "Maybe because she's my SISTER."

"He's your FATHER, dipshit." She quipped with a smirk.

Becky almost muttered something but thought better of it and just grinned. "Hmm, point taken."

They both shared a light chuckle as Cherry finished wiping her tear stained face, not too easy with the occasional mist from the fall keeping them moist.

"Seriously..." she looked into Becky's eyes. "Why do you two have to want him too? Why can't do I always have to share EVERYTHING with one of both of you?"

"Because we're sisters, kiddo." Becky scooted closer with her arm draped over Cherry's shoulder. "We love each other, and we share our lives, our worlds. That's what we do... believe me you're no alone in that regard. Think I haven't been jealous before? Wishing I could be alone with dad more often without having to share that time? But thanks to the OTHER people in our lives we've been condemned to pulling together our emotional resources and making due with what we've got."

Cherry just shrugged only half convinced. "At least YOU'RE still a virgin, you hippy basket case."

Becky was confused. "Wait, what?... what does that have do with anything."

The sisters just shared a quiet look before Becky kissed her forehead "Is THAT what this is really about?"

The tears began to fall again. "I'm just confused..." Cherry shook her head gently fighting a losing battle with her tears. "...he has something special with YOU but me?...I'm not anything special anymore."

"HEY!" Becky snapped. "No one can just up and TAKE your virginity from you honey, it's only gone when you GIVE it."

Cherry just looked more confused. "Look honey," Becky moved around still she was sitting behind, with Cherry pulled back to her chest with her arms around her holding tight. "That piece of skin is one thing, but the first choice is was really matters. You have something neither Sandy nor I have... a chance to make him your FIRST choice. I had a couple girls, Georgia excluded as kissing was all we achieved, and even a few boys who got HJ's for BJ's from me. And all I am... All I have... to offer dad is that piece of skin in the depths of the one place no ones been allowed to penetrate too deeply as of late." A sad sigh escaped her lips with a soft almost silent gust.

She felt her little sister's body calm as the tears stopped. "Sandy... well, she gave herself to one other guy by choice and even threw out some BJ's just like I did. Other than that one prick, has anybody else touched you, with or without your consent?"

Cherry just blushed and shook her head no. "See... you do HAVE something special. You still have your first choice and that little sister is TRUE chastity. I know I don't believe in living with regret but I'm only human and honestly, I'd give anything to go back and make him my first choice for anything and everything. If anything sweetheart, you're worth is up higher than that of either Sandy or myself."

By the set of the mood, Becky could tell her little sister was almost convinced, but she needed one more thing. "Tell you what..." she took the 11 year olds chin and turned her face up to gaze into her eyes. "Since Sandy's getting him first, mostly likely as we speak, and I'm the eldest and almost always first for other shit... We'll make you first wife to daddy and ourselves will be the second and third."

The younger girl just cringed as if the ask "What?"

Becky just giggled. "What I mean is... we're all alone here... this is our home now, dad made sure of that, so logically we all get to marry him, right?"

Cherry grinned a little looking away in thought. "So we'll all have to have our own little wedding ceremonies, right?... well... you'll have the first one and get daddy all to yourself for say... a week."

"Really?" Cherry beamed excited.

"Of course... then to pacify Sandy who'll probably think she's entitled to first cause she got him first, I'll offer my spot as second, then it'll roll onto my side."

She could see her little sisters wide smile at the thought of a whole week as the man's little wife without anyone getting in her way. "Wait..." she looked back and up into Becky's eyes. "When will we be doing this?"

"Well... I've thought about this for a few days... we could arrange to do this in a month or two after we do something special."

"What do you mean?"

"I've noticed some really nice spots on this island and figured that maybe we could build our own little honeymoon huts on them where we could spend our time alone with dad during our wedding week each."

"You mean, alone without ever seeing each other." Cherry was a little taken back.

"Yeah! Sort of." Becky was flushed, as the idea was still new and not fully developed to the point of still being quite childish to say the least. "I'm just thinking we might see each other during the days some, but at night the two newly weds go to their own hut and enjoy the alone time."

"I like that." Cherry snuggled into her sister.

"Until then we'll just have our fun with the old fart." Becky mused making her sister laugh. "Maybe torture him a bit to teach him a lesson."

Out of nowhere, Becky's earlier words clicked into Cherry's brain and made her curious as she pulled away and looked deeply at her. "What did you mean? Earlier when you were saying about dad bringing us here...like it was... 'on purpose'?"

The older sister just grinned and shook her head. "Really?...seriously Cherry-pie, you think dad "accidentally" brought us here? That some storm out of nowhere rocked our vessel onto the shores of a deserted island paradise that just 'Happened' to have everything we need to survive, making our lives a sweethearted Blue Lagoon dream come true?"

Cherry just stared wide-eyed for a moment before calming with realization to the fact that Becky made perfect sense. "What an ass." She snickered.

"Dad's smart." Becky quipped while crossing her bare legs one over the other. "But I am MUCH smarter."

"We really should punish him shouldn't we?" she asked her older sister.

"Most certainly, kiddo." Becky's legs gently rocked side to side still locked. "We'll sweat him out a bit when we get back and get him good and nervous."

"I'm glad he did this."

"Me too munchkin..." She giggled sweetly. "Although, it's certainly not the BEST kept secret, he did try pretty hard, and I'm sure no one else knows where to find us...I hope."

Cherry laughed with her sister while looking at the older girls smooth legs, feeling a twinge of arousal at the intimacy of their moments together. The golden hue of her tanning skin with her wheat gold hair making her look like a perfect Belle just waiting for her beast at times in the past HAD made Cherry a little uneasy if not aroused.

"Now what are YOU looking at...tee hee ... lesbo?" Becky teased.

Her little sister just blushed and looked away, Rebecca suddenly feeling a heavy change in the air that made her arousal skyrocket in sudden haste... "Hey Cherry-pie... have YOU ever...you know... kissed a girl?"

The smaller child could feel her entire body heating up and trembling nervously, there was no doubt where her sister was headed and in spite of how often in the past she'd try to judge girls kissing girls as gross, she didn't want her older sister to steer past this direction.

She just shook her head "no...I mean... I kind of wonder...you know...what it would be like... ya know."

Becky was falling in love with her sister's cute squeamish blush as she moved closer. "It is quite the experience; I gotta tell ya... I think Sandy has done it... not on MY level but close. Who knows...what with daddy being one man and three of us, maybe I'll just have to content myself with her while you two are off honeymooning... Although I seriously suggest YOU try it sometime...its breathtaking."

"Yeah?" Cherry was captivated in her sisters' gaze.

"Oh yeah... the feel of another girls sweet full lips pressing to your own, her own radiant heat burning against your body as you get lost in her touch." As she said this, her eyes were closing while her legs caressed one another slowly.

"Maybe... maybe YOU could teach me sometime." Cherry blushed hard as soon as the words left her mouth, making her older sister open her eyes saucily staring at her.

"Yeah..." she whispered. "Sooner the better even."

Her chin was down against her chest as she tried not to fall into a fit of nervous giggles, knowing she was making a childish attempt at seducing her older sister, but the heat she was feeling out of the blue was almost too much to bare. She wanted...no... NEEDED to kiss the older girl, to touch her.

"Of course, maybe we shouldn't worry about that right now..." Becky teased backing away slightly.

"Wha...what why?" Cherry was squirming now, her hairless sex dripping under her skirt.

Becky just raised an amused brow at her sister with a cute smirk. "because silly, daddy is back at the hut with Sandy, probably worried sick."

"Serves him right." Cherry beamed with a broad grin.

"I thought you wanted daddy to be your...first..." Becky's tone was contrary to her words. Speaking one thing but calling for her little sister's desire all the same.

"He will be." Cherry could scarcely whisper. "My first MAN that is."

At those words Becky moved close planting her lips to those of her tiny sisters'. Their eyes closing in the sensual embrace just as the older sister's hand reached up to caress the cheek of her younger while moaning soft light moans of delight into the child's first real kiss.

Cherry Faith was born eleven years ago, held in the arms of her nearly five year old sister Rebecca Lolita, the first time their lips touched. It was a happy older sisters loving kiss to a new born beauty that was far more enjoyable to take in arms than some store bought plastic and plush doll. That little girl had no idea that by the time she was barely 16, she'd be locking those lips passionately with the younger baby.

With her left hand caressing her sisters cheek in their kiss, her other hand wrapped around the child's back and pulled her close. Becky's heavy breasts crushed against the only slightly budding nipples of her younger sister through the fabric of their shirts, but the unmistakable feel of aroused and hard nipples were almost piercing through the cloth and rubbing the other.

Pulling away, giggling at the sight of a thin string of drool that connected to their lips and broke just a few seconds later. She wiped her lips with her fingers amused as she gazed at a lust entranced Cherry who still had residual drool from her chin down to her shirt but no inclination.

When the spell broke its hold just a bit Cherry smiled at her sister. "You sure you wanna do this Cherry-Pie?" Becky reached around with her left hand, locking both behind the child's back keep their bodies close. "Dad IS alone with Sandy right now, doing God and all else knows definitely what."

"There's more?" Cherry said ignoring the secondary part of the statement; she was so exhilarated that she could hardly breath from the excitement.

Becky only smiled bringing her hands from around Cherry's back and reaching for the bottom of Cherry's shirt, bringing it up and off the child's body. Her sister shivered with the touch of the cool air raising her pale pink nipples to an almost painful stiffness before Becky's soft lips captured one. A moan escaped Cherry's throat while her petite body cringed and tried to slinker away from the desperate desire that burned from her older sisters suckling at her tiny nipples while the girls hands worked her baby sisters skirt down and off her naked buttocks.

"Ooooh god!" The younger girl whined.

"Hold on baby girl." Becky giggled. "You aint seen nothing yeeeeeeeeeet."

She whimpered at her sisters statement and just allowed her eyes to half close with the pleasure of her immature child nubs being sucked and licked by the experienced teenager. Jumping with a sudden jerk as she felt her older sisters hand cup her exposed and naked mound, rubbing gently at the hardened clit that begged for attention. The electric sensations tearing through her flesh as her nipples and nubbin were stimulated like never before, all at the hands of her sister.

"Ahhh Beckyyyyyyy!" Her whines were low and almost howling with the gyrations of her pelvis seeking more of the older girls touch, her own hands wrapping around her sisters head holding her tight to her chest.

"Want me to stop?" Becky teased.

"Nah! No!" Cherry giggled breathlessly shaking her head.

"Lay back, Cherry-pie."

Nodding slowly as she did while Becky quickly moved the shirt under her sister for a little comfort, watching lustfully as the now naked child was sprawled out before her, with her knees raised and touching nervously while she smiled at the bigger kid.

Leaning in Becky inhaled deeply at her sisters pudendum smiling as her eyes slowly opened and bore seductively into the little girls own. "You smell nice, kid." She remarked making her sister blush and look away to the side for a moment.

Her nervous flutters came to a screeching halt when the sensation of a warm wet tongue trailed gently through her tiny naked folds, bringing a deep close-eyed moan from the child. She could feel the delicious sting of Becky's tongue teasing her clit with the tip before her lips encased the little nub and suckled.

"AHH!" She wanted to yell but her breath wasn't coming fast enough. The pleasure was so new and too good for her body to take in so soon and sudden.

"You little sweetheart." Becky cooed playfully sliding her trigger finger deep into her gasping little sister. "Do you like what big sis is doing to ya, huh?"

Try as she might Cherry could scarcely look at her sister than to answer, she just shook and moaned under the girl woman's sexual ministrations over her body. Never in her young days even when alone with her own mouse clicking techniques did Cherry come close to the feeling she was having boil up in her loins with Becky's touch. Her older sister's tongue, her lips, her finger. Just imagining how her daddy would feel brought the child's knees in the air above Becky's head and touching as she cried out.

Sliding another finger into her baby sisters little vice like grasping twat she groaned happily slurping at the child's cliterous and labia. "Mmm sweetness, if you're anything like me, you'll be squirting HARD like a bad boy does wont ya!"

"Eh...ew...ew no!" Cherry giggled and moaned simultaneously. "That's... oh god! Oh Becky... that's so gross ...gross...oh god ...ew...yes YES!"

With her arms raised up over her head Cherry turned her face into her slender bicep and bit down with the deepening need to scream loud and bounce her pussy into her older sister's face. Only to be disappointed when the touching and licking stop abruptly.

"Noooooooo!!!" she whined near tears.

Becky rose to sitting on her calves laughing softly. "The truest form of love making little girl, is prolonging the desire to maximum eruption for as long as possible."

Cherry pouted reaching to rub herself only to have her hand held still at the wrist by her sister. "Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah..." Becky teased. "You wanna learn?"

The little girl nodded whimpering. "Good girl, then just sit still and be patient."

Rebecca Lolita stood on her two feet never losing her sisters' gaze as she hooked her thumb into her shorts and pushed them down her thighs, before taking the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. Kicking the shorts aside and tossing her shirt on top of them, she did a pose for her blushing little sister clad only in her blue cotton panties, with her heavy almost a full C cup breasts bouncing with her every breath.

"You're really pretty." Cherry observed.

Becky only grinned with a smirk rising at the corner of her mouth before pushing her panties down her thighs revealing a rather thick golden dark patch of pubis covering her snatch. The sight of the womanly body on this not yet 16 year old was enough to elicit an audible 'wow' from Cherry's lips. "I'm au natural, but most guys prefer hairless or shaved... smooth and fleshy...like you."

This made Cherry's blush deepen as she pushed her chin to her chest to suppress a nervous chuckle. "Cherry darling... maybe you'd like to show me how pretty you think I am."

"Ha...how..." she was timid as hell, trying not to let herself be scared from her seat into running. She wanted this so bad, but it was just that...so bad.

Becky only crooked her finger, beckoning her sister closer. Cherry moving on her knees knelt right before the older girl, she could almost catch the deep musky sensual scent of her sisters growing arousal just before feeling Becky's hand take the back of her head and pulling her close.

"Do what I did to you baby sister." She utter softly.

Cherry's eyes went wide, for deep in her mind she knew she'd being doing this but for the most part her conscious thoughts had blocked it with unfathomable curiosity. She just simply cast her eyes up into Becky's and down to the thick patch again and again before finally leaning in and allowing the tip of her tongue to touch her sisters slit for a mere second until pulling back hastily.

Becky giggled at the child's nervous candor. She reached down stroking Cherry's face with a loving smile, then reached for her pussy and spread her lips just a bit. "Here kiddo, lick right here." She said while exposing her tiny nub to her sister.

The next ten minutes were a blur of giggles and laughter as Cherry made childish attempts at properly licking her elder sister's glistening quim. Experimenting with the various points of arousal that at times brought deep groans from the bigger girl, and others made her fall into ticklish fits and chuckles. Tired of standing the sniggering Becky-Lo knelt down and pulled the smaller girl around till she was propped on her hands and knees.

"Don't move sexy." She told the child making the girl beam at the comment.

Cherry Faith's delighted giggles immediately turned to low moans as she felt her sisters down sliding through her labia once more. Becky lowered her hand between Cherry's thighs and felt the hard point of the little girl's clit, rubbing tenderly while her tongue explored the crevice of her sex.

"AHHHH!!!" The child cried out.

She clenched her toes tightly as she shivered and trembled to the pleasure given her sex by her older sisters well-experienced tongue. Her finger nails almost breaking on the stony ground beneath her as she clenched and dragged them hard over the surface.

"Beck! Beck! BECKY! GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!" Bent over and shaking her head fiercely while the pleasure wracked and invaded her body. The finger at her clit rubbed faster with heated intent while the tongue at her quim rose over the bud of the child's tight sphincter, probing where no one had probed before.

Cherry's eyes shot open wide with a carnal scream erupting from her throat. The incredible feelings brought her first orgasm crashing through her limbs with the invasion of Becky's tongue inside of her asshole. The virgin orifice tingled with new sensations that made her cum harder than she had ever cum before with her own fingers.

"Becky!" she whined, wiggling and thrusting her ass back at the teenagers face. "More! God please more! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! PLEASE!!!!"

Pulling her face away while rubbing hard at the baby girl's clit she mused, "You're worse than a spoiled brat on Christmas morning, luv."

Cherry giggled then almost whined aloud as the rubbing stopped, but her disappointment was soon forgotten and replaced by rapid curiosity as her older sister pulled to her lying on her side.

"I've ALWAYS wanted to try this!" Becky quipped excitedly.

She lifted Cherry's left leg in the air and worked her own self in between her sister's thighs until their pelvises were touching and their legs entwined in a scissoring motion called Tribbing. The patch of her older sister's yummy girl fur tickled her soft smooth mound.

"I don't get it what are we..." before Cherry could finish her sentence her words were turned to whimpers and delighted moans just as their mounds firmly touched and began rubbing together.

Panting at the new pleasure she was giving both herself and to Cherry, Becky kissed her little sisters ankle and calf, caressing the leg that extended past her head. "Do as I do Cherry... and fuck me!" she growled.

Soon the sisters were emerged sex to sex in a frenzy of grinding motions that created a rubbing friction of their clits together, bringing the two children into the throws of orgasms that shook their bodies wildly. Sweat and mist glistening off of their flesh while their taunt asses flexed and humped into one another. Their squeals echoing off the walls rose higher than the heavy falling of the roaring waters near by.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Fuck me!" Becky cried out as another orgasm sent her juices squirting against her baby sisters pelvis, only to receive the same from the panting and withering child.

In a daze of frenzied lustful orgasms surpassing, the younger child lay near motionless with her eyelids half closed, panting and whimpering. "Becky... Becky I can't... I can't..."

"You CAN!" The older sister growled humping almost violently. "...And you will!"

Cherry looked down and caught Becky's eyes, that devilish grin of wanton lust burning in the teenagers gaze made the little girl smirk and nod gently as she rose up slightly on her arm, catching her breath. "Lay down Becks... I wanna try licking your pussy again."

Only too happy to oblige, the horny teen pulled away but instead of lying down, she knelt cat like on all fours but with one leg extended out straight and enticing. "Like this, slut!" she said making her sister giggle at the word. "I want you to tongue my asshole too!"

The snarl was not lost on the laughing child who knelt behind her sister and gave a hard stinging swat to the older girls ass.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"I'm still mad at you." Cherry grinned.

"Why?"

Leaning down and taking a deep whiff of her older sisters wet girl-cum stained mound. "You left him alone... with HER."

Chapter IV

The walk back to the hut was harrowing for him. The thoughts of all that had transpired since arriving, hell before arriving when he took liberties on the boat just after the girls had succumb to the drug, had plagued him all week. Memories of the girlish boy child he'd fallen in love with just a short time before his plan was to be executed, the pain of leaving the weeping boy behind, the regret that Avan wasn't here with him.

Every step closer to home felt like a hundred pounds lifted by one foot to fall upon the next. The only rueful comfort was walking inside the hut and not seeing Sandy anywhere near by... peace enough for him to lay back flat down on the bed emotionally exhausted with his head hanging upside down over the side. With his eyes closed he was able to think a little more clear and relaxed.

Why incest? He asked himself. And why am I lusting for children? But he knew, he knew deep down the answer, the very answer he buried inside for a long time.

Mom I miss you so much He thought. You left me just like she did... why did you have to die? His memories of the mother he loved and worshipped as a child came flooding back. Not pushed away for shame, but for the pain of loss that loosing Sandy and Cherry's mother to compared. She had died just two days after Becky's first birthday from cancer. The vile spite between him and Becky's mom cam when she walked in and found her husband making love to his mother one last time.

The wedge he'd tried to bar from his mind was not away for long... the memory as clear as day when Ursula had told her son that she was sick, very sick and probably wouldn't make it much longer. He fell like a baby weeping with his head in her lap as she stroked his hair. They'd been alone all his life the two of them, as he'd never known his own father nor cared too, but his mom, without question as all who knew her stated was the most beautiful woman alive, had been all he'd care to know.

She was kind, gentle, sweet. Her blue eyes were just the perfect hue of comforting blue, and with her hair waving bellow her shoulders, blonde (as she dyed it often) and dreamy. Ursula was the desire of every man who gazed upon her, but no man but her son would have her. She was also a strong but patient mother... she stood by him through his teens when he'd gotten arrested for possession with intent to sell, when in truth he possessed and his friend intended to sell but he was in the car at the time.

They'd made love the first time when he himself had just turned 16. The only time he questioned his existence and that of his fathers, only to be given the heart breaking news that when SHE was only 15, his father had raped her and she'd had him as a result. He wept then too, at the news that some unknown piece of shit had violently taken his mother, leaving her injured and pregnant, had gotten away scot-free. The scars left on her leg, her back, and the tiny one on her left cheek 'could not take away how beautiful she was' he had told her. That night with tears in their eyes, happy tears, they'd kissed and made love.

She refused his offer of marriage with a good-natured laugh and held him. Telling him that it wasn't possible, that he NEEDED to find someone else to share his heart with. The thought was enough to make him angry and confused but time healed those wounds. Especially when she told him that even though cheating was wrong, she'd never say no to his needs should his wife deny him, or he just needed a mothers touch.

Becky's mom came around and looked a lot like a younger version of Ursula which made him want her from the get go, but her attitude was nothing like the womans. But he was lovesick for the girl and despite his mothers warnings, the marriage went underway. The nights he'd felt like weeping, drugging it up over the knowledge that the woman he thought he was in love with was out cheating, Ursula would hold him and love him all the more sharing his tears and giving herself to him... at least the times he was strung out on speed or coke. His marriage was only a dream in his delusions.

Now that marriage had come to a halt when his wife came in and found him on top of his equally naked mother thrusting hard and wildly with tears falling from his closed eyes, lips locked tight to hers. The revelation of his past and the news of Ursula's impending end were met with a cruel and sour stare. Not wanting anyone to know she'd lost her husband to his own mother, Vicky agreed to hold onto their marriage for Becky's sake. Not to mention the long drawn out fight that ended with Ursula bringing to light their knowledge of HER post infidelities to her husband.

This did not work long however, for as soon as Ursula died, his smoking habit had gone chain, he fell back into helping his friends sell drugs for a taste, and he fell apart at the seems. She left him and set the workings for the divorce in order, and even threw a big secret he blocked from his mind with all his strength into his face in order to keep him from having full custody of their only child. It was after getting arrested for drugs again and getting out of jail that he'd stopped doing it all, smoking included and shortly there after met Penny. She looked nothing like Ursula but she was beautiful and her entire attitude and demeanor was almost a match for his mothers, with the added bonus of her wacky nature.

Losing his mother and Penny was too much, he'd had killed himself for sure had he not had hope of having his daughters back... but now things seemed to spiral out of control... mom? Please help me.

Smiling with his eyes closed he realized that of his girls their personalities picked up traits from their grandmothers almost perfectly. Becky was a genius and lived by dreams and logic, her head in the clouds and her feet on the ground. In this respect she was a lot like Ursula...if only...*sigh*

Sandy... Cassandra Hailey...looked almost identical to her grandmother, except when not dyed her hair was golden brown and Sandy's was almost raven black, but you hold a childhood photo up and there'd be no denying that they could pass as twins. She had another trait that never showed up to recently however... He didn't realize it till now that when his mother and he unlocked their passion for one another the woman acted exactly like Sandy's been acting towards him... with the stares and the grins, how she was timid and weepy at first and then became a fire ball of sexual debauchery.

Cherry was wacky like her mom, a spitfire of energy and craziness at times, and just far too free with her words and feelings. But as pertains to grandma, she seemed always happy even at the worst and she latched onto her daddy just as his mom had in his teen adult years, never wanting to share his attention with anyone.

Mom he seemed to pray in thought. These are your granddaughters and I know you love them... Sandy, Cherry,... even Becky... especially Becky. Please... if you're anywhere up there, please help us do this right... I don't wanna hurt my babies... I don't wanna hurt my babies.

The confuses and wild racing thoughts in his head died suddenly with the sound of the whooshing door opening and closing. Without opening his eyes he called out "Sandy? Is that you, honey."

The footsteps could be heard approaching the bed but no answer came, so he opened his eyes and to the shock and awe that stole of very beating of his heart, he gazed upward where he lay with his head back over the side of the mattress, to behold the sight of Sandy's white panty clad mound directly above him.

She was giggling and from the sight after craning his neck a bit, topless! Her heavy nearly C cup breasts were bouncing with her giggles, dark hair cascading down her shoulders almost covering her nipples. All she wore was a pleaded skirt and the white panties that held the delicious sight of being pulled just slightly up into her slit, outlining her blossoming sex just perfectly.

"Honey what!" he staggered for the words.

"If I've learned ANYTHING in my short life, daddy, it's that there's hardly a man alive who doesn't get weak at the sight of a little girls undies teehee." The giggles made her hair dance about her soft white titties revealing the pink areolas surrounding her budding hard nipples.

His mouth dry and unable to close he could not bring himself to look away. The white cotton captured the outline of her slit, little dark pubis hairs poking from the sides of the fabric, so tempting and unbelievably forbidden.

"What happened to you?!" he finally asked, still lying there. "Just the other day you were a shy little girl with a major daddy crush and now you're a wanton slattern?"

"Slattern?" she cringed. "You mean a slut?" laughing.

Sandy just wiggled and giggled a bit cooing as she danced slightly with her hands up in her hair making a vulgar and seductive pose of it. "You just bring it out in me, papa."

When he tried to move and get up she quickly reached out with a squeal and giggle, then growling as she said "NO! You stay RIGHT there!... you just watch me daddy, look at my yummy undies but don't you dare move, and don't you touch...no touchy! NO TOUCHY!" her playful grouch voice making them both chuckle.

He could feel her long nails gently clawing at his shirt as he gazed into the wet spot forming on her panties, just wishing it would drip a few drops like a leaky faucet for him to taste. The temptation to lean up and lick her was almost unbearable.

To his surprise he felt her rip his shirt wide open with an animal growl, her long legs trembling as she leaned down to lick his nipple, running her tongue down his areola to his chest tugging at the hairs in her lips playfully. Her hand worked to open his pants to which he tried to protest but was cut short by a firm jolt of her knee to his shoulder. "Shush!" she demanded with a cackle.

Her left leg rose behind her in the air just a bit so that she could rest her knee on his shoulder while the right remained planted to the floor beside his head. Her gently sways leaving her skirt billowing slowly keeping him tranced upon her wet undies. He could feel her nipples dragging down his stomach while she cooed softly after gasping at the sight of his large erect cock upon breaking free from it confines.

Her amazement at his growth was apparent as she studied it with fascination, mewing with the heavy flesh throbbing in her delicate fingers, while bringing shivers to his body at the touch. The sight of her panty clad mound could not compare to the when a warm wet feel of her lips as they enclosed over the mushroom head of his painfully hard erection.

"Ahhhh!" he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from crying out.

The intensity of her touch, the suction of her lips followed closely by the swirl of her tongue across the underside of his cock, the pent up need of sexual rage, and finally knowing that this pair of lips belonged to his 13 year old daughter could not possibly keep his fluids at bay very long, it was all too much.

"Sing to me daddy." Her voice startled him.

"WHAT!?" speechless and dumbfounded.

Sandy just giggled softly. "Sing to me while I ...suck your... teehee ...cock."

"Baby what? I... you got... I don't." the rushing blood and arousal left him exasperated.

"Haha, just kidding." She tugged at his penis playfully.

"You little..." he wanted to snarl and laugh with her, but those fingers working his prick made it impossible to articulate an entire sentence.

"Mmm daddy you taste so good." She stroked with the rough pulls of a young under experienced teenager, but when her lips closed over him again it felt like Heaven. "Is this how it felt? Is this how much the taste of me made you feel, dad? My insides are burning, I want... God how I want and need, desperately... daddy? Did it feel like you were dying when you touched me?"

A gasp escaped her lips when he suddenly reached out and up taking her full young buttocks in his hands and squeezed. "No baby... when you girls were taken away it felt like I was dying... when I touched you... when I licked you... it felt like I was thriving!"

"Daddy!" Sandy sighed lowering her lips again, suckling hard to the feel of her father's hands caressing and squeezing her slightly tanning ass cheeks forcefully.

"Sandy! Fuck baby I'm gonna!" he gritted his teeth feeling the rush coming on.

"Do it, papa!" she gasped popping her mouth off his cock. "I wanna taste you! I wanna taste all of it! I want it in my mouth!"

Taste him she did when the heavy flesh in her mouth exploded ropes of hot man cream into her throat. His groans as he pulsed in her lips made her knees weak with the growing burn in her sex, but she kept her balance and moaned with him. His cock in her mouth suckling with her eyes closing gently to savor the feeling, the taste, 'my daddy just came in my mouth' her thoughts cried out triumphantly.

'He's still hard!' she thought with delight. 'We're fucking for sure now!'

"Oh god baby!" he groaned pushing into her mouth.

As her fingers stroked the last drops Sandy realized that her mouth was full of her dad's cum and on impulse she pulled away and made ready to find a place to spit when the realization came that she'd never swallowed cum before, and this WAS her dad, he deserved a swallower, not a spitter.

With a mouth full and muffled chuckle she climb away from his head and looked down at her glowing father with her cheeks comically full and watching. Kneeling close and keeping eye contact she made a loud and exaggerated swallow for her father to witness, the messy deep done by his middle daughter who savored the last drop...almost.

Reaching out with his left hand he used his thumb to wipe away the last drops from her chin and offer them to her lips. Her moans bringing his every hair and nerve to stiffness while she suckled his thumb lovingly.

"You're still hard, daddy." She grinned nodding towards his cock.

"I'm sorry..." he said. "I came so quick... I..."

Shaking her head. "Stop, no daddy. I wanted you to cum quickly... that way, you'll last longer the second time around."

"Sweety, this..." the guilt was coming but she abruptly put a halt to it with her finger to his lips shushing him.

"It's either the magic of the island." She said. "The long awaited desires, or just the fact that I'm a dirty rotten evil little tramp, daddy... but I'm not scared anymore, and I WANT what I WANT... and judging by your beautiful soldier there, I know you want it too."

This unruly, sudden, and wantonly obnoxious change in his daughter was more than his resistance could withstand as he quickly rolled and lurched from the bed to his feet. Her eyes on his as she back away timid and somewhat frightened now, no startled and excited, yes, those were the feelings pulsing through her body. 'The want would no longer be denied' they both amazingly shared the thought the same. Sandy's eyes locked on his as she fumbled under her skirt a moment to remove her panties, kneeling with their gazes never leaving while she pulled the cotton from her ankle and clutched it absently to her belly.

"You know whats about to happen?" he asked her, and she only nodded with open eyes held desperately to his own... "If you want it to stop, say so... because honey, once daddy starts... it will NOT stop."

The fluttering in her belly was wild now with the lust that burned from his eyes to hers, the startled anxiety was growing heavy making her fell almost afraid but she only shook her head and moved to undo her skirt. His hand stopped her's at the wrist with a shake of his own head. "No! Leave it on."

Her smile was nervous and excited, flinching as his face neared her own. Sandy's intentions were to seduce him and control his ever move not the other way around as she now stood seduced and timid, smiling but unable to move nary and inch, even to return his kiss as their lips touched. Her eyes never shuttered and her body trembled harder with his kiss, and just as she was ready to return it his lips left hers. Trailing down her chin to her neck, the tip of his tongue caressing her flesh until his lips were ready to take her plump nipples and suckle upon them.

Throwing back her head, Sandy let out a deep moan at the sensation of her fathers lips sucking at her hard little glasscutters. Her eyes closed dreamily while her hand dropped her moist panties to her feet, she was defeated by a stare and now reaped the reward of her surrender with the pleasure eroding from her tender nipples.

"ooooh daddy." She sighed.

Sandy's tummy quivered with his fingers lightly trailing about her abs and belly button. His lips savoring the taste of her sweet young breasts while his cock throbbed painfully hard. 'This is happening.' He thought. 'I'm about to have sex with my child my DAUGHTER' the thought made him want to panic and run but his body had other ideas.

"Baby." He stopped and rose gazing down at his dark haired blue-eyed child.

With her lips curved in a dream filled far away smile Sandy opened her eyes and gazed up in question at her dad who caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, the nails softly roaming. "Don't be afraid... but daddy's about to get a little carried away... do you trust me?"

Sandy nodded. "I love you daddy... only you can't touch me...kiss me... hurt me... only you can hurt me and I'll love it."

He smiled, he knew what kind of hurt she meant and he intended to deliver that delicious pleasurable pain to her when with one swoop he'd hoisted her in the air, crushing her breasts to his while she gasped and whimpered. "This monster I'm about to become baby..." he leaned in caresses her nose with his lovingly and gentle. "...it's a good monster."

Before Sandy could nod her understanding she cried out with the sudden force of his arms quickly pull her body down his thrusting his engorged cock into her depths. Her head thrown back with a deep and loud howl leaving her lips with the force of her quim submitting to his length and width, spearing deep and hard.

Her eyes came slowly back to his with wide surprise and an open mouth of delirious bewilderment. No words could escape when he growled suddenly thrusting her body up and down in one quick motion, bringing another squeal from her lips.

He held her there in the air, standing with his arm around her waist and the other allowing his hand to squeeze her sublime backside in his fingers. The furious animal was in him again, just as those nights with sweet Avan, his throbbing cock led the way now as he gradually began helping her buck her hips up and down his body, driving his cock almost painfully deep into her womb.

How the sweet girl held on for dear life as their flesh slapped and ground deep and hard pelvis to pelvis, the wet squishing sounds and slaps filled the room while her sex was violated hard by his in and out thrusts.

"Dad! God! DADDY" she could hardly hold on without groaning. "It hurts... it hurts daddy!"

"Does it baby?" he was sneering now, almost seething through his teeth. "Does it hurt bad?"

She nodded with her eyes closed tight and whimpering with her bottom lip tucked in. "Is it unbearable sweety?" she nodded again with tears streaming down her face. "Is it too much?" another nod followed. "Do you want daddy to stop."

Sandy couldn't choose either one. The pain of such a large member spearing through her pussy was almost too much for toleration but she wanted it bad all the same. She just shook her head, stopped, and then nodded desperately gazing at her thrusting father with a sad pathetic look in her eyes that seemed to beg.

With a crushing and painful thrust, he filled her sex and held her tight, a soft growl in his throat. "Too late baby... daddy warned you."

A surprised squeal escaped as she was thrown onto the bed with her legs sprawled wide for her father who dove between them. His hot lustful breath almost scorching upon her brow as he forced her labia wide with his invading prick once more inciting a deep pained moan from his daughter.

Outwardly her features looked fearful and shamed, yet inside she was crying with triumph at the heavy feeling of his body on top of hers thrusting deep and hard. A rag doll she was and nothing more as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body was tossed about with the force of his thrusting hips, slapping hard between hers.

How long they'd been rutting in that bed was anyone's guess as far as he was concerned. Minutes, hours, time stood still with every plunge he made into his child, his 13-year-old daughter. His arms wrapped around her body, holding her shoulders while his thrusts would calm and then grow wild again.

'Heaven!' Sandy thought 'I'm in heaven.' Her eyes were stilled closed, her breaths came short with her moans, more so when the pain died down and the pleasure was all there was. Her dripping sex held her father with every hard push he made inward. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but all she could manage were weak whimpers and moans while her arms came up and her hands took his shoulders pressing her cheek against one as she rode through the pleasure he was giving her.

'We're having sex.' Her mind tickled her spirit. 'I'm having sex with my dad! My DAD!' this thought brought more aroused moans and delirious giggles. Her pussy milked and squeezed his cock hard, she wanted him to cum, she wanted to feel his seed burning inside of her, the very thought of such a vile act between herself and her father brought a heavy orgasm crushing through her loins.

"Ahhhh!" she cried weakly, desperately humping her thighs into his while her juices spilled out, flooding the bed beneath them.

Knowing his little girl was cumming made his own pleasure hit peek causing him to brace the bed beneath them and rise slightly off his girl to pounce his prick in and out of her gripping quivering pussy.

"Daddy's almost there honey!"

Sandy so badly wanted to tell him 'yes' and 'do it' 'cum in me daddy' but those words were lost on the whimpers and squeaks that barely escaped her throat.

Loud groans filled the room as he pushed and thrusts his orgasm deep inside his little girl, filling her womb with the potent seed sprouting from his quivering ball sack. Her breasts quivered wet with sweat beneath him as she lay happily beaten and flat, raising her hips to meet his with a sleepy gaze in her eyes, her multiple orgasms wracking through her while receiving his own.

"Baby! Goddamn!" he groaned, straining as he pushed the last of his cum up into her body. Shivering all over before falling upon her. Only their panting breaths broke the quiet, their eyes were closed with their bodies holding tight to one another. She felt it remarkable that he was still hard inside of her, giddy in fact that she excited her daddy so. The other men lasted no more than one or two cums and then left her lying alone but he left his weight upon her, holding tightly in the after glow.

"Sorry honey, I'm probably crushing you." He made to raise up off but she stopped him.

"No daddy, don't...just stay." Sandy liked the heavy feeling, the intimate closeness. She wanted him to stay inside of her forever now and never leave.

"I love you so much, Sandy sweets." He rose slightly to kiss her. Their lips parting to allow their tongues the passionate dance that lovers share, and finally done without fear or timid extractions. They WERE lovers now as the moisture perspiring from their bodies decreed.

"Eh-hem." The sound came from the doorway. His eyes shot up to see his eldest and youngest standing in the frame way wearing only their long shirts and staring down at him with arched brows of accusation.

His thoughts were lost and unable to communicate properly at this time, so he could only harken to Scott Bakula's old catch phrase when he said. "Oh boy."

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In Antioch, just months ago James shared a lusty evening with the boy who owned this phone. He'd swiped it and upon returning home he tossed it aside and paid it no mind. When he thought about it a couple weeks ago he checked it and saw that the power had died. Mental notes told him to boost a proper charger but he either kept forgetting or got the wrong one until tonight.

Now he sat with a newly charged and stolen cell phone, cruising through the pictures, some amused him to see Avan injecting himself with something, unknown to James to be hormones. Others were of friends and family what little family he really had, but the last pictures caught the man's attention.

"Oh YES!" he almost cried out gazing upon the photos. "I got you! I got you! I've fucking GOT YOU!"

Dropping the phone down James rushed to the bedroom to change and grab a few things including the keys to the car he borrowed from his "Friends" on good faith. If only someone else could see the photo that made his whole world finally come to full circle since he'd lost his precious little slaves... how amusing too... a photo of little beautiful Avan with his cheek upon the chest of a sleeping naked former brother in law.

To be continued.