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{ASSM} JKK01 [1 of 2] {Sigerson H.} (Mff cons inc)

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Jack, Kelly, and Kimmy Book 1 - Part 1

Formerly known as Blame it on the Air conditioner
By Sigerson H.
Copyright January 2000

Do not post or repost without the authors consent

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Begin Part 1 of JKK01



Jack

I blame the air conditioner. The damn central air in my house quit 
working just before the hottest part of the summer. I tried to get 
a repairman to come fix it but everybody I called said they were 
booked solid and couldn't look at it for a month. By the time I 
got to the appliance store to look at a window unit there was only 
one left. I bought it so that I could cool at least one room in my 
house. My two daughters would have to sleep in their own rooms 
without the benefit of air-conditioning. I kept looking for 
additional air conditioners but none were expected for several 
weeks.

I had a nice small house in an outer suburb of a city in the north 
central US. I lived in it with my two daughters, Kelly and Kimmy. 
We had a nice life in the 'burbs. I had a computer consulting 
business that provided a comfortable life for myself and my girls. 
I did almost all of my work from home so I could look after the 
girls more than adequately. The girls missed their mother but I 
didn't.

I considered my ex-wife a class A bitch. She had left just as I 
was setting up my consulting business. Since then I had spent all 
of my free time running my business and raising my daughters. I 
had no social life at all outside of the girls school functions. 
In the six years since my ex split I hadn't had time to seek any 
female companionship. In short, I hadn't been laid in six years.

Oh, the equipment still worked. I would wake up with rock hard 
erections most mornings. I usually took care of those problems in 
the shower before my daughters woke up. The only time since then 
that I had come close to talking about sex was when Kelly began to 
menstruate. I had found several pairs of bloody panties in the 
garbage and it dawned on me that Kelly was not a 'little girl' 
anymore. I stammered my through a short conversation about Kelly's 
new biological status with a woman who lived next door. The woman 
agreed to speak with Kelly that evening.

Anyway, back to the air conditioner.

It was hot. The hottest hot spell in thirty years. I only had one 
air conditioner that I put in my room so that I would be able to 
sleep at night and work the next day. I had moved my office into 
my bedroom so that I would be able to get some work done in 
relative comfort. I was currently doing computer programming for 
several companies. The work was not difficult but it was time 
consuming. I had to have the work completed by the end of August 
and there was no way that was going to happen if I had to work in 
an office that could pass for a steam bath.

I put the air conditioner in my bedroom window and turned it on. 
Blessed cool air came pouring out into my oven-like room. Kelly 
bitched about my being the most selfish father in the world. I 
explained that I needed to sleep and work to keep a roof over our 
heads. That didn't cut much ice with Kelly or Kimmy. They stalked 
off to their rooms after promising to never speak to me again.

That night I went to sleep early in the cool dry air. I felt 
guilty about the girls having to sleep in the steam baths that 
their room had become. But I really did need to sleep so that I 
could work the next day.

I woke up at two in the morning with a terrible headache. It was 
so bad that I got up to go get some aspirin. The heat outside my 
room hit me like a wall. I quickly closed the door to my bedroom 
and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I didn't bother turning 
on lights. I rarely did when I woke up to piss or get a drink of 
water.

My fingers couldn't find the aspirin bottle after feeling around 
in the dark for a minute so I turned on the light and saw the 
bottle on the bathroom sink.

After taking a couple of the aspirins, I opened the door to return 
to my bedroom. Before I could turn out the light I glanced up and 
saw my older daughter, Kelly, lying on her bed. She had left her 
door and window open so that she could get a breeze through her 
room. She had kicked off her blankets and sheets and was lying on 
her bed wearing the flimsiest excuse for a nightgown I had ever 
seen. It was a short baby doll type made of almost transparent 
material. The way the material clung to her body from the sweat 
emphasized every mound and valley of her rapidly maturing form.

My dick twitched. I usually slept nude and for quick trips to the 
john I didn't bother putting on a robe. When I felt my penis jerk 
I quickly came to my senses and switched off the bathroom light. I 
didn't want Kelly to wake up to the sight of a naked man with an 
erect penis just outside her door.

I stood still for a minute as my eyes readjusted to the dark. 
Kelly slept with a night light in her room an in a few minutes I 
could see her body again though not as clearly. My imagination 
started filling in details using the image provided by my brief 
glimpse of her in the light from the bathroom.

I hadn't seen her pussy. But I had seen the dark blob of pubic 
hair through the translucent panties of her baby-doll nightie. My 
mind added the slit. My dick got even harder.

I started towards Kelly's door. I'm sure I intended to close her 
door and go back to my own room. Instead I walked into her 
bedroom. I stood beside her bed and looked down at her as she 
slept.

The light of the moon and the nightlight provided just enough 
light to fuel my own imagination. Six years of celibacy set the 
fuel on fire.

Sweat had soaked Kelly's nightgown. It clung to her body like a 
second skin.

Her nipples made little peaks on her jutting breasts. She was 
developing large breasts just like her mother. Kelly's tits hadn't 
started to sag though. They were still firm and full. Without 
thinking I reached down to brush a finger across the nipple of the 
nearest tit. The nipple immediately responded to my touch. It 
hardened and sprang to attention straining against the sweat 
soaked nightgown.

"Just like her mother," I thought. Her tits were always sensitive. 
If I wanted to have sex I all I had to do was start playing with 
her mother's tits and in a half-hour she would be impaling herself 
on my cock.

Kelly stirred and moaned a little. My cock was stiff as a board 
and only inches from her face. It was bobbing up and down with my 
pulse. I started to panic at the thought of being caught naked in 
Kelly's bedroom. I spotted a towel on the chair beside her bed. I 
grabbed it and wrapped it around my waist to at least hide my 
erection.

Kelly stopped moving. I knew I should leave. Playing with my 
daughter's breasts was a vile thing to do. It was perverted, not 
to mention illegal. I should leave immediately.

Kelly's breasts looked up at me. They called to me to touch them 
just as their mother's breasts had called to me. "Play with us," 
they said.

The call could not be resisted. My fingers lightly brushed across 
both nipples and again they responded to the stimulation.

My hand continued moving down her belly to the hem of the 
nightgown. I slowly folded it back onto her stomach to expose the 
translucent panties. A lovely patch of light brown pubic hair was 
visible through the almost transparent panties. I don't know why 
she even bothered to put them on. They hid almost nothing.

Kelly's legs were spread so that now I really could just make out 
the cleft of her pussy. I carressed her pussy slit. The material 
was soaked with sweat and the buzz of my fingernail along the 
cloth caused Kelly to moan and stir again. I froze once more.

My balls were aching for release. Kelly quieted and stopped 
moving. I whipped the towel from my waist and started jacking off. 
I started cumming in only a minute. I tried to catch most of my 
semen in the towel but some escaped and landed on Kelly's breasts.

The release of my orgasm brought me to my senses. I decided to get 
the hell out of there before Kelly woke up and screamed in fright. 
I dropped the towel and left.



Kelly

God it was hot. I wanted to sleep naked like my dad did. But I 
loved the feeling of my sheer baby-doll nightgown. It came with 
matching panties and I liked to rub my pussy and my tits through 
the slick material. I masturbated myself to orgasm almost every 
night. This night was no different. Despite the heat I just had to 
get my rocks off. When I was done I was even sweatier than usual 
but the orgasm was delicious. My nightie was soaked with sweat. It 
clung to my tits as if I had been swimming. I fell asleep on my 
back with my legs still spread and pussy juice oozing out of my 
cunt. 

I woke up when my dad opened the door to the bathroom. I heard him 
fumble around for a minute before he turned on the light.

I was thirsty from the heat but I hated to move. I was waiting for 
dad to go back to bed when the light from the bathroom spilled 
into my room. I laid still not wanting to get up and embarrass 
dad. I knew he slept naked and he would not have bothered with a 
robe this late at night.

When the light didn't go out right away I started to wonder what 
was going on. I opened one eye just a little and saw dad 
silhouetted against the bathroom door looking at me. It finally 
dawned on me that Daddy was looking straight at my pussy. I had 
been trying to get him to look at me for months. I had almost 
given up on getting him to look. Now he was doing it without my 
doing anything. It occurred to me that I could spread my legs 
wider to give him a better look. Then I changed my mind. I didn't 
want to scare him off.

I lay still to see what he would do. I expected him to turn out 
the light when he had seen enough and then go to bed. He surprised 
me though.

He did turn out the light but then he came into my room. I kept 
one eye open just a slit so that I could see him. When he got to 
my bedside I could clearly see his erect cock just a few inches 
from my face. I wanted to stroke it with my hand and take it in my 
mouth so bad. My pussy started to get wet all over again.

I felt a finger brush over my nipple. I love that feeling. I 
fought the urge to clamp my hand on my cunt and bring myself off 
again. I wanted dad to do it again. I groaned with ache for him to 
caress my breasts and rub my clit.

Dad froze and for a second I thought I had frightened him. He 
grabbed the towel I had used to wipe my pussy with after cumming. 
Dad wrapped the towel around his waist. I couldn't see his cock 
anymore but the enormous tent it made revealed what he was trying 
to hide.

He brushed my nipples with a finger again and then ran his fingers 
down my belly and along my slit. I almost had an orgasm again. 
Another moan escaped with my desire for release.

I kept my eyes closed and laid still hoping he would do it again.

Instead I heard a rhythmic slapping sound. I opened an eye a slit 
and saw dad whacking his own meat. He came in only a few strokes. 
He tried to catch it with the towel but some fell on my tits and 
belly.

Dad dropped the towel and practically ran out of the room.

I scraped the semen off my tit with a finger and tasted it with my 
tongue. It tasted differently than I expected. More salty than 
creamy. I could get used to the taste. I sucked my finger clean.

I picked up the towel and sniffed the big glob of semen. It 
smelled a little musty. I licked it. It tasted like the little bit 
from my tit. I had to have all of it.

I jammed the wad of cum-soaked towel into my mouth with one hand 
as I frantically finger-fucked my cunt with the other hand. I 
chewed on the towel and sucked the cum out of it until I came. 
Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. I was left as limp as a 
wet towel when I finally stopped cumming,

I was even wetter than I was after my first orgasm. My panties 
were plastered to my pussy. I fell asleep still sucking dad's cum 
out of the towel.



Jack

I woke up the next morning and immediately remembered my actions 
of the night before.

I felt shame at exposing my self to Kelly. But I had done even 
worse! I had molested her!

Even more shameful. My penis began to twitch as I recalled the 
swell of Kelly's breasts, the shadowy patch of pubic hair and the 
sweet cleft of her wet pussy lips. Her cunt lips had been wet I 
recalled. She was soaked with sweat from the oppressive heat. I 
lifted my finger to my nostril and sniffed. That didn't smell like 
sweat. It smelled like prime pussy juice. Kelly must have 
masturbated herself before she went to sleep. She must have had 
her fingers up her pussy before I entered her bedroom.

"Stop it!" I told myself. "Get a grip, man! You can't be thinking 
things like that about a 14 year old girl especially when she's 
your daughter." I licked my fingers. She tasted just as sweet as 
her mother's cunt.

I jerked my finger out of my mouth and stood up trembling all 
over. My cock was fully erect now. I needed to relieve my self 
again. I grabbed my robe and quickly walked to the bathroom. I was 
careful to avoid looking in Kelly's room.

In the bathroom I jerked off into the sink. I tried hard to 
picture My ex's breasts and pussy as I whacked off. Visions of 
Kelly kept creeping in. I pictured my finger sliding along her 
panty-covered slit and shot cum all over the bathroom sink. At 
last my erection subsided.

I ran the water and washed all the cum down the drain.

I spent 30 minutes in the shower washing myself off. I thought I 
could never be clean again. When I was done shaving and brushing 
my teeth I finally felt like a human being again. Kelly didn't 
know what I had done. I wouldn't do those things to her again. I 
could take this secret to my grave. No one need ever know. I would 
have to be careful in the future. Always wear a robe when I left 
my bedroom at night, I told myself. Never enter Kelly's room at 
night. Don't be alone with Kelly unless she is wide awake.

I put on my robe and opened the bathroom door. In the daylight I 
could see Kelly clearly.

Her panties were tucked into her slit clearly showing her sex to 
me. Worse, the towel I had used to catch my cum was hanging from 
her mouth. 

I walked into her bedroom like I was in a dream. I lifted her hand 
to my nose and sniffed her fingers. They reeked of pussy juice. I 
began to suck on her fingers. She tasted just as good as her mom. 
I closed my eyes and savored the taste. I remembered licking the 
pussy juice off her mom's fingers when she was done masturbating 
herself. Her mom had started sucking me off as I licked her 
fingers. I felt a hand grasp my cock and begin to jerk me off. I 
was still daydreaming about my ex so I didn't snap out of my 
reverie right away. Then I felt lips and tongue slide around my 
cock. I wasn't sure how much of this was dream and how much was 
real.

I looked down to see Kelly sucking me off. I wanted to tell her to 
stop but I was too close to cumming. I continued to suck the pussy 
juice off her fingers. My orgasm was rapidly approaching. I began 
to thrust my hips at Kelly's face. She gagged as my cock hit the 
back of her throat. She regained control of the situation and 
managed to keep it from happening again until I started squirting 
cum into her mouth. She choked and coughed and blew most of my cum 
all over her hand and my cock.

I finished my orgasm. My erection started to subside and reason 
began to return. Kelly's tongue felt rough on the head of my penis 
and I winced as she continued to lick it. I pulled her fingers 
from my mouth and put my hand on her head.

"Please stop, honey," I said gently. "My cock is very sensitive 
after I cum. Your tongue is little too rough right now." This 
dream felt very real.

"Okay, daddy," she said. Kelly reached down and whipped her 
panties off. She spread her legs and pleaded, "I'm so horny right 
now, daddy. Make me cum. I helped you so you have to help me."

"This is the weirdest wet dream I have ever had," I thought to 
myself. All the other dreams I had about getting blowjobs involved 
women my own age. Except for one that involved a seventy-year-old 
neighbor lady. That one was just freaky.

The sight of Kelly's naked pussy reversed my deflating cock. I 
bent to her thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen with desire. Her 
juice was already leaking out. The smell drove me wild. I knelt 
down and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. I threw her legs 
over my shoulders to get my mouth closer to her cunt. I clamped my 
mouth on her pussy and started fucking her virgin hole with my 
tongue.

I lapped and sucked and fucked her hole with my tongue until the 
fluids of her orgasm flooded my mouth. She bucked her hips against 
my face for what seemed like an hour. She had orgasm after orgasm 
until she was limp with exhaustion. I finally let her down.

My erection had returned however. I stood up and grabbed my dick. 
I pumped furiously for a few minutes before I shot streams of cum 
all over Kelly's stomach and face. I looked down at Kelly. She was 
lying still with a contented smile on her face. Only one arm was 
moving as she gathered the cooling splatters of cum from her belly 
to lick them off her hand.

My need for sexual release had been quenched by my last orgasm. I 
regained my sanity then. This was not a dream. The possible 
consequences of what I had just done began to intrude on my 
consciousness. The loss of my children, prison, public shame, god 
knows what else.

I closed my robe to hide my softening cock.

I touched Kelly's shoulder to get her attention, but she kept her 
eyes closed from the shame of what I had done to her. I gently 
shook her shoulder until she opened her eyes to look at me.

"Kelly," I said, "we need to talk about what just happened. 
There's no need for you to feel ashamed. It's all my fault. I 
shouldn't have come in here to make you do those things. I'm going 
to shower and get dressed now. You do the same and we will talk 
about this after Kimmy leaves to go play with her friends. Keep 
your door shut and I won't come into your room again unless you 
tell me that I can. Do you understand?"

Kelly looked at me as if she didn't quite understand what I had 
said. "But dad, I wanted that to happen," she said.

My god, I thought, "she thinks this is her fault." 

"Let's talk about this after Kimmy leaves," I said. I left the 
room quickly and deliberately closed the door behind me.



Kelly

I was having a really sexy dream about my dad eating my pussy when 
I felt my hand being grabbed.

It showed up in my dream as my little sister Kimmy taking my hand 
and sucking my fingers instead of her thumb. I turned my head to 
look at her and tell her to stop that before dad saw her. Dad 
didn't like her to suck her thumb.

Turning my head woke me up and instead of seeing Kimmy sucking my 
fingers I was staring at a Daddy's robe with a giant erect penis 
poking through the opening. It took a few seconds for reality to 
replace my erotic dream. I liked this reality better.

I slowly moved my arm to gently take hold of dad's cock. I started 
stroking it and felt dad's hesitation as he realized that I was 
awake. Before he could stop altogether I took his cock in my mouth 
and started sucking on it. I tried to remember all the 
descriptions of cock sucking that I had heard from my girlfriends 
and read in the fuck books of their brothers. Whatever I was doing 
was working very well. Dads cock grew even more in my mouth. Dad 
started to push his cock down my throat causing me to gag. I moved 
my hand a little closer to the head of his cock to prevent it from 
happening again. I had read that in one of the fuck books.

I tasted the first few drops of precum on my tongue. Dad started 
humping my face as he shot buckets of cum into my mouth. I thought 
it would never quit. I couldn't swallow all of the cum that he was 
pouring into my mouth. It started to leak out around my cheeks and 
drip down my hand. The rapid thrusting of his hips wasn't helping 
either. I missed a lot of the cum.

At last dad's cock stopped shooting cum into my mouth. I continued 
to suck on his dick, but he jerked his cock back when I licked the 
head of it. Dad pushed my head away from his cock.

"Please stop, honey," Dad said. "My cock gets very sensitive after 
I cum. Your tongue is little too rough right now."

"Okay, daddy," I said. 

I was hornier than ever by now. I had to have another orgasm or I 
would die from frustration.

I practically ripped off my panties as I spread my legs and pushed 
my naked crotch towards my father.

"I'm so horny right now, Daddy," I said. "Make me cum. I helped 
you so you have to help me."

Dad desires and conscience fought for only a few seconds. He 
grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed so that he 
could eat my pussy in comfort. He was comfortable, but I went 
crazy. His tongue was all over my pussy. He probed every fold and 
square inch of my pussy lips and clit and vagina. When my orgasms 
started I thought they would never stop.

Dad stopped eating me when I was so limp I couldn't even moan.

Dad's cock was erect again. I wanted to suck him off but I 
couldn't lift my arm to grab his cock. He saw my predicament so he 
just jacked off and sprayed cum all over my tits and face. I 
managed to scoop up some of his cum with one hand so that I could 
lick it off my fingers.

Dad looked so ashamed I thought he was going to crawl into a 
corner to die. He started babbling about how this was all his 
fault and he promised not to do it again and we would talk more 
after Kimmy left and he wouldn't come into my room without my 
permission. He seemed to go on forever apologizing for doing 
something to me that I wanted him to do. I couldn't get a word in 
edgewise. The he just left. I dozed off for a bit.

I was sweaty and sticky and smelled of cum when I woke up. Kimmy 
was in the shower so after I peed I was careful not to flush the 
toilet. I got in the shower with her so she could help wash the 
dried cum off my body.

"Guess what I have all over me, Kimmy," I said as I pointed to a 
dried glop of cum on my left breast.

"Looks like snot," Kimmy said as she peered at the blob.

"It's Dad's cum," I said smugly.

"Is not!" she retorted dismissively.

"Is too," I insisted. "You can see more globs all over my tits and 
face. There was more of it but I ate some after Dad shot his cum 
all over me."

Kimmy stopped washing herself and looked at me.

"You're serious," she said incredulously. "What happened? How did 
you ever get dad to jack off in front of you let alone on you? You 
said you were going to do it some day but I never thought you 
would actually get him to do it."

I told Kimmy about the first visit that Dad made to my bedroom as 
I washed her back and hair.

Kimmy was washing the cum off my tits when I got to the second 
visit this morning. I was starting to get horny from Kimmy rubbing 
the soap on my tits and from telling the story. Kimmy sensed my 
hornieness. She started fingering my clit as she rubbed her little 
girl tits along my back.

"I need an orgasm," I said hoarsely. "Finish what you started."

"Eat me afterwards?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered. "Anything. Just get me off now!"

Kimmy put her hands to it. That girl is a magician when it comes 
to giving me an orgasm with her hands. If there were an Olympic 
event for masturbation Kimmy would bring home the gold.

I came after a few minutes of her magic fingers doing their thing 
on my cunt and clit.

I was tired from all the orgasms of the morning. I desparately 
wanted to lie down to take a nap but Kimmy put one leg up on the 
edge of the tub as she spread her cunt lips for me. I kneeled down 
to get to work on her cunt.

Eating my sister's pussy is really not a chore for me. I enjoy it. 
We had been fingering and eating each other's cunts for years. Our 
Mom had shown me how to pleasure her and myself when I was six. 
Kimmy joined us when she turned six. Shortly after that Mom and 
Dad split up. Kimmy and I kept up our mutual sexual activities 
after she left. We like having sex together.

I ran my tongue along Kimmy's hairless pussy lips. I tickled her 
clit with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered with delight. I 
sucked her clit into my mouth as I continued to tickle it with my 
lips and tongue. Kimmy has got the biggest clit of any girl I 
know. I have seen the clits of about two dozen girls (and my moms) 
and Kimmy has them all beat hands down.

Kimmy started humping my face as she approached orgasm. I sucked 
the juice from her pussy when she started to cum. I could see why 
Dad liked the taste.

We hugged after I stood up. We each rinsed the sweat and pussy 
juice off ourselves before I turned off the water.

Kimmy spoke up as we were drying each other.

"So, Pop, finally gave in to his carnal needs? We are the only 
females he's seen since Mom left. I guess it was only a matter of 
time before he chose one of us. Has he tried to fuck you, yet?"

"No, he hasn't," I said. "From the way he was talking this 
morning, I don't think he will. He's gone off the deep end with 
this whole incestuous guilt thing. He thinks he raped me already. 
He thinks I never want him to touch me again. We have to find a 
way to get him out of this line of thought. If we don't he may 
make us go live with his sister so he won't be tempted by our 
seductive young tits and pussies."

I thrust out my tits to emphasize this last point. Kimmy was 
jealous of my tits. I liked to remind her of that from time to 
time.

She ignored my barb. She was also good at that.

"He made the first move on you. That's why he feels guilty. He 
thinks that you are going to consider yourself defiled because you 
let him sexually abuse you. He won't even consider the possibility 
that you have been flashing your tits and pussy at him for almost 
5 years. You prance about the house wearing the skimpiest bikini's 
you can find. You wear thin tee shirts that advertise you nipples 
whenever possible. You've done everything short of shoving your 
cunt onto his mouth and saying, "Dinner is served" to get him to 
eat you out. The man did not stand a chance against that kind of 
pressure. We have to make him see that. We have to let him know 
this was all voluntary on your part."

Kimmy was silent for a minute. One thing I can count on is Kimmy's 
devious little mind coming up with a solution to any personal 
problem.

"Here's what we'll do," Kimmy said.


End of Part 1 of JKK01

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