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Subject: {ASSM} Janie's Got A Gun by El Gato, (M/ff, teen, rape, incest, rom, slow)
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Content Warning: The following is a work of fiction, and contains
mature subject matter; and graphic descriptions of people engaged
in sexual acts.  If this bothers you or if it is illegal to
possess such material in your locality please delete this file
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This is a work of fiction and any similarity to any person(s)
living or dead is pure coincidence.  Under no circumstances
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Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2002 el_gat09@hotmail.com


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Reviews are welcome.





I've been listening to Aerosmith lately. One song just kept going
on in my head, and I couldn't get it out because of the images it
evoked. This story is inspired by the song of the same title, my
thanks to the band for writing it.

"Janie got a gun
whole world's come undone
lookin' straight at the sun
what did her daddy do
what did he put you through"

Lyrics from: 'Janie's Got a Gun' by Aerosmith--Big One's album

This isn't my usual fare. Pay attention to the story codes on
this one. -El Gato

Janie's Got a Gun, By El Gato (M/ff, Teen, Rape, incest, Rom,
Slow)

What have I done? My God, what have I done? I have become that
which I most despised, but no longer care. God forgive me, I
won't stop making love with my beautiful baby girl. I have to
tell someone, just to unburden my soul.

Where to start? Maybe I should tell you about myself before I get
into how this all happened.

I was born Samuel James Wilhite in the city, but raised on the
family farm. My dad and mom had a little over eighteen hundred
acres of farm and ranch land just over twelve miles from the
city. I got to go to school with the city kids, but also had the
freedoms and responsibilities of being on a farm. My father died
when I was only fourteen, and I took on even more
responsibilities. My heart broke each day as I watched my mom
slowly waste away after that. She died when I turned seventeen. A
Junior in High School shouldn't have to put up with that kind of
pain. Mom and Dad both had life insurance policies, with an extra
one to cover the loan on the farm. Money was not an issue.

The family lawyer did some fancy footwork, and I was declared an
emancipated minor. Thanks to him, I didn't wind up in foster
care. I was an only child, with no relatives, and the full duties
of an adult; all before graduating High School. If it wasn't for
my fathers' early teachings, my few close friends, and the girl
that became my wife, I would have gone crazy.

I met my wife, Serena Berrens, when she was ten. Her folks bought
the farm next to ours, and she started riding the bus to school;
getting on just after I did. She was a scrawny kid, but had the
deepest blue eyes. I think I fell in love with her the first day
we met. We went to the same schools, had the same circle of
friends, and went through a lot together as we grew up. I married
her just before our Senior year of High School.

Her Dad was dead set against it; we were much too young and
inexperienced to make such a commitment. He finally caved in when
Serena told him she was packing up to move into my bedroom, one
way or another. 

She gave him a choice, "Daddy, you can give us your blessings to
be married, or forever know that your baby girl surrendered her
virginity to the man she loves outside of marriage."

 That shocked him; he had assumed we were already lovers. We
explained that even though we very much in love, we both wanted
to wait until marriage for that kind of relationship. We were
married in June.

Back in school that fall, everyone was counting to see when
Serena was going to deliver the baby. You know, the one that
forced us to get married so early. Lot's of people were
disappointed when no baby came, except for our close friends.

Serena did become pregnant shortly after graduation. I used to
kid her it probably happened on our Senior trip to the Catskills.
That round bed was something else. The pregnancy was normal, but
the delivery wasn't. It almost killed the two most important
people in my life. The doctor said another pregnancy would
probably end my wife's life. I wanted to get a vasectomy after
that, but Serena insisted her tubes be tied instead. The one good
thing to come of all this was our baby girl. We named her Cindy,
but I called her Sunshine because she was the light of my life.
Grandpa and Grandma Berrens did what grandparents always do, they
tried to spoil her. Serena used to say that I was worse, though.

The years passed, Cindy grew, and so did our nearby city. I had
started building houses to help keep busy, the farm didn't take
enough time with all the modern tools we had. When the city grew
far enough, I developed six hundred acres into an exclusive
walled community and started contracting houses. I made many
friends as I built the home they had dreamed about. Many were
just plain folks, but many were also very influential. Lawyers,
judges, commissioners, doctors, bankers, and a State Senator were
counted as my friends now.

One such family was the Thomas's. I built their house just up the
street from mine, and we became friends because they had a
ten-year-old daughter in my sweet Cindy's fourth-grade class at
school. Jack Thomas was an investment banker, and worked long
hours. Often he left before Janie got up in the morning and came
home well after his wife and daughter had gone to bed. Janie
would ride to and from school with Cindy, my wife and I taking
turns driving them. I guess we were closer to Janie than her
parents, really.

Janie Thomas was a precocious girl with reddish blonde hair, and
bright green eyes that flashed with excitement. My Cindy had
taken after her mom, and had dark blonde hair with those deep
blue eyes of her mother. I would often find Cindy and Janie
playing together after school, and watched the laughter and
energy of these two beautiful girls. Janie would often spend the
weekend with Cindy. I would tuck both of them into bed, and kiss
their eyes closed to help them sleep. On one such sleepover, I
heard them talking after being tucked in for the night.

"But Cindy, I just wish MY daddy would tuck me in like this. I
never get to see him, or anything."

"I know, Janie. It just isn't fair he works so hard, but I'm sure
he does it because he wants to take care of you and your mom."

I heard Janie sigh. "I just wished he would show it more, or at
least tell me. Your dad is so nice to me."

"My dad's the greatest. I love him so much." My heart melted when
I heard my baby say this.

"I know. I think I do, too."

I heard them start to talk about other things, and decided it was
time to be a parent. I made a little noise, walked in, and turned
on a small lamp in the corner.

"Alright, young ladies. Tomorrow is a school day and you should
both be asleep. I'll tuck you in one more time, and this time go
to sleep for me. OK?" I looked from Cindy to Janie; both were
covered, but had their arms on top of the blankets.

I heard, "Yes, Daddy." And "Yes, Mr. Wilhite."

I went to Cindy, and as I bent to kiss her eyes she reached up
and pulled me in for a hug. "I love you, Daddy." She kissed my
lips softly, and closed her eyes; her arms back on the blankets.

"I love you too, Sunshine." I kissed her eyes, and forehead.

I went to Janie's' bed. She pulled me down for a hug that was
stronger than my daughters. "I love you, Mr. Wilhite." Janie
kissed me quickly, and turned me loose.

"I love you too, sweetheart." I kissed her eyes, turned off the
light, and went to bed.

A couple of years of birthdays, pool parties, slumber parties,
sock hops and school rides passed. I watched Cindy and Janie
start to bloom into young women with a fathers pride for them
both. Then one day, something changed.

"Janie rode to school with her dad this morning." My wife told me
at lunch.

"That's great. Maybe he's finally got some time to start spending
with his family, now. That's wonderful."

I went to pick up Cindy and Janie that afternoon from school, but
I could tell something was wrong. Janie wasn't talking, and Cindy
was looking back and forth to me for guidance. I told Janie I
hoped she was feeling better tomorrow.

The next few days Janie rode to school with her dad, and her
mother picked her up. Cindy was worried about her. She wasn't
talking in class, and stayed away from her and everyone else
during lunch and recess. I was getting worried, too. The world
exploded for the Thomas family that Friday night.

I was watching some late night news when there was a knock at the
door. When I looked out, it was Janie. I opened the door, and
could tell she was a mess. Her nightie was torn, her hair in
disarray, she had been crying, but she was staring without
seeing. Then I saw the gun.

I knelt in front of her, and held out my hand. "Janie, give that
to me, please honey." She moved woodenly and placed it in my
hand. I gently set it on the floor inside the doorway. "Come on
sweetheart, let's get in from the cold." She didn't move, but
didn't object when I picked her up, her arms automatically going
about my neck. I took her into the kitchen where Serena was
preparing some things for the next day, and placed Janie in a
chair. That's when I saw the blood on my arm as I pulled it from
beneath her. You could see where it had run down the insides of
her thighs.

I showed Serena the blood, and she gasped. "Call 911, tell them
we need an ambulance and the police. I'll try to check onJanie."

I knelt in front of Janie. "Talk to me, Janie. Tell me what
happened, sweetheart." She just looked at me and cocked her head.
"Please Janie, talk to me, baby. I love you." She jerked, and
then after blinking several times seem to focus on me. She ran
into me so hard it almost knocked me over, her arms squeezing my
neck as she cried into my shoulder.

"My daddy! My Daddy!" she sobbed as she wept. I calmed her down
some, and she told me what had happened.

Her father had started to 'tuck her in' at night a few months
ago. Julie was overjoyed; at last her daddy was paying her
attention. Then she noticed the way he was looking at her when
she climbed into bed at night, and he started to touch her as she
lay in bed, and had her touch him.

"And, and, and last night he had been drinking. He came into my
room to tuck me in, like, and he started touching me between my
legs. I told him to stop, that it wasn't right, but that just
made him angry. He hit me, and tore my dress, and then he... Then
he ... He climbed on top of me, he tried to kiss me, but I was
trying to push him off. And he hurt me so bad, it hurt so bad, I
couldn't breathe, couldn't scream. I just lay there under him,
listening to him grunt." She took a deep breath. "I got very
quiet. He finished in me, and said I was a 'good girl'. That I
was going to be his 'good girl' from now on." Another deep
breath. "I waited until I heard him go into their bedroom. Then I
got up and went downstairs to his desk and got his gun. I went
into their room. I could see him on the bed, could smell him,
taste him still in my mouth. I raised the gun, and heard my
mother sob. I looked at her, she was asleep, she was crying in
her sleep." Julie was crying again, and then she took another
deep breath. "I couldn't do it. Not to mommy. I couldn't hurt him
in mommies' bed. I turned to leave them, I was just going to go
away." She pulled back to look at me. "How did I get here, Mr.
Wilhite?"

I was seething inside, but had to be calm for Janie. "I found you
on my doorstep, sweetheart. You wandered over here, and now
you're going to be safe. I'll make sure of that, baby." She threw
her arms around my neck and held on tight, softly sobbing.

I convinced Janie to let Serena hold her while I made some phone
calls by telling her I needed to make sure Cindy wasn't afraid. I
called Serena's dad to ask him to come over quick, I'd explain
when he got here. In between dealing with the paramedics and the
police when they arrived, I made several calls. I was angry, and
wanted to move fast to help Janie. Serena's dad stayed in the
house with Cindy, one cop rode with me in the ambulance as he
took my statement, while his partner followed us to the hospital.
Serena followed behind in our car.

The judge I had called made sure a policewoman stayed with us
while Janie was taken to surgery. While they were repairing the
physical damage done to her, a call came through letting us know
that Jack Thomas was in custody, and that there was clear
evidence of the rape. Janie's mother was so out of it from pills
and booze she didn't know anything was going on. The doctor came
out after several hours and told us Janie was going to be fine.
There had been a bad tear of her vagina, but in time she would
heal and have a normal life. Normal life, I snorted at that, and
the doctor gave me an understanding look. Serena and I went in to
the recovery room to wait until she awoke.

During her recovery Serena and I made sure one of us was always
in her room. Grandpa and Grandma Berrens would stay with Janie at
the hospital or Cindy at home, wherever they were needed. Several
judges, doctors, and lawyers helped me to get the paperwork I
wanted drawn up and pushed through in record time. Four days
after her ordeal, we were ready.

A small entourage entered Janie's' room. There was a district
judge, court recorder, two lawyers (one for Janie), Serena,
Cindy, and myself. When the court recorder was ready, the judge
spoke to Janie.

"Janie, I'm judge Sinclair. I'm very sorry to make your
acquaintance in this manner, and even more sorry that I have to
ask you some very hard questions. Do you think you could answer
some questions for me, Janie?"

Janie smiled, weakly. "I'll do my best, sir."

The judge asked her about her family life, about school, about
what she thought about my family and Cindy. At the end of the
short ordeal, the judge made a formal statement that my petition
had been granted. I signed some papers, and everyone left the
room, leaving a very confused girl behind. Cindy, Serena, and
myself came quickly back to Janie. I sat in the chair next to her
while Cindy sat on the bed with her friend. I told Cindy she must
be still and not cause Janie any pain from bouncing around. Then
I took Janie's' hand in mine.

"Janie, do you know what just happened?"

"No, sir. I don't understand it, at all."

"Well, before I tell you could I ask you a question?"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you like to live with us? You could have your own room, or
you could stay with Cindy if that's what the both of you would
like. How does that sound?"

"That would be wonderful! Could I, please?"

"Then it's settled. You can live with us. Cindy will be your
sister, Serena will be your mommy, and I'll be you daddy now."

Cindy was looking at me with eyes big as saucers. "Is it true?
Janie can be my sister now?" Janie was trying to watch both of
us, wide-mouthed disbelief on her face.

"Yes, Sunshine. It's true. I promise."

Cindy carefully got off her new sisters' bed, and flew into my
arms. She rained kisses on my face. "Thank you, daddy! Thank
you!" Then she put her arm around my neck and held me tight. "I
love you so much, daddy!" Serena watched on, bemused as Cindy
went back to Janie and hugged her, too.

Janie was soon well enough to come home, and my girls decided
they wanted to share a room together. Cindy's' room wasn't big
enough (I thought), so I decided to build a new house with a
larger bedroom for them. I was uncertain of tucking them in at
night until Janie took me by the hand, insisting she felt safer
when I tucked them in at night. I almost cried, but never missed
a night after that.

We settled in our new house, and Serena and I were content
watching our girls grow up. Two more years passed, birthdays,
slumber parties, pool parties, first crushes on boys; I watched
it all. My little girls were turning into stunning young women. I
asked each of them on their birthday if they were getting old
enough to want me to stop tucking them in at night. 'I hope I'm
never that old, daddy.' was the answer both gave to me.

Shortly after Janie's' fifteenth birthday, the unthinkable
happened. Serena was coming home after visiting Grandpa Berrens
and was struck by a drunk driver that ran a red light. My life
was over. On the ride to the gravesite, Cindy and Janie hugged me
tight.

"Don't worry, daddy. We'll take care of you." Each in turn kissed
my cheek, and told me they loved me. All I could do is cry.

It was a beautiful sunny day when my Serena was laid to rest.
There were many friends and loved ones present to say goodbye,
and to let us know she will be missed. One of the doctors gave me
some pills to take to help me sleep, and said I was to see him in
a couple of days. I thanked him for his thoughtfulness and
kindness. After we returned home, I took one of the pills and
went to sleep. It was the first night I failed to tuck in my
girls.

I threw myself more into my work, hoping the physical exhaustion
would help me forget the dull ache that was my soul. I still took
my girls to school and picked them up, even taking them to all
their activities. But every spare moment I filled with labor,
either at the farm or at a jobsite. After about a month, Cindy
and Janie came to me to tuck them in for the night. I started
crying uncontrollably, and told them I just couldn't do that
right now. They just looked at each other and went to bed.

The days passed, and I stopped talking to anyone that wasn't
calling about work. The Berrens stopped by, but I just couldn't
talk to them. Cindy and Janie enjoyed the visit, though. One of
the doctors stopped by, and tried to talk me into seeing a
therapist friend of his. I tried to tell him I didn't need that
kind of help, and thanked him when he gave me some more pills to
help me sleep.

I finished the last house I had a contract for, and sold the
business.

The girls took more responsibility for cooking and cleaning, and
could do quite well fending for themselves. I came home from the
farm one evening just before Janie's sixteenth birthday to find
Grandpa and Grandma Berrens there, and a woman I'd never met
before. Cindy introduced the woman as a teacher that had just
moved to the district. Janie took me to the kitchen to let me
know she was single, and needed to find new friends in a strange
city. We had a polite and pleasant, if not strained dinner that
evening.

After our guests had left, I set the girls down and talked to
them. The first I'd done in several weeks.

"Please don't bring another woman into the house for me." I faced
Cindy. "Your mother was the only woman I ever knew and loved. I
have no need for anyone else." I took both their hands in mine.
"Besides, I have both of you. Now go get ready for bed, school
tomorrow."

They smiled weakly, and got up to leave. Cindy took a couple of
steps, and then turned back to me. "Daddy, would you tuck us in,
please daddy?"

I smiled, but shook my head. "No Sunshine, I just can't do that.
Not anymore. Now go to bed." She hung her head and nodded, then
left the room. I went to my cold bed, took one of the doctors
pills I'd come to rely on, and let it take my consciousness from
me. 

I dreamed. I was happy, again. Serena was back, holding me in my
sleep, telling me I was loved. Telling me I was needed. I crushed
her to me, spilling my heart, and fell into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning I actually smiled when I woke up, then noticed
my Serena wasn't there. I decided the dream meant I had been
neglecting my girls, and decided to do something about it.

I got up, performed my morning duties, and went to the kitchen to
fix breakfast. The girls were surprised when I greeted them with
hugs, and put bacon and hotcakes in front of them. They looked at
each other, and then dug in.

That night Cindy insisted it was her turn to cook, and she made a
wonderful meal. I cleaned up, though, and told my girls to go
study. Tomorrow was another school day. They looked at each other
again, said 'Yes, daddy.' and went off to do homework. I was
watching TV when they came in ready for bed, and asked if I was
going to tuck them in now. I smiled, but gently reminded them I
couldn't do that anymore. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek,
and went off to bed.

I went to my bedroom shortly after, and took a pill as I got
undressed. This last batch of pills seemed to help. I was just
falling asleep when Serena came to me.

In that dream state I held my beautiful wife. I had been without
her for so long, the need for her was blinding. I held her,
caressed her, touching her to bring her arousal to meet my own.
When I could feel her need, I joined with her, gently making love
with her one more time.

In the morning, I found the wet spot. "Damn, I haven't done that
since I was a teenager." I thought. I performed my morning
ritual, and went to the kitchen.

The girls weren't as surprised to see me cooking breakfast this
morning, but Cindy kept looking at Janie every time I said
anything. Cindy vehemently insisted on sitting next to me on the
ride to school. She kissed my cheek, and told me she loved me
before she got out of the car.

The next week went about the same. I dreamed of my Serena,
sometimes we made love; and sometimes I just held her and bared
my soul. Towards the end of the week Cindy and Janie had started
taking turns sitting next to me, again. I was glad, Cindy was my
flesh and blood, but I loved both my girls very much. Then they
revealed their secret to me.

Friday night my loving Serena had come to me, once again. I held
her, loved her, and fell asleep at her breast. In the morning, I
was still dreaming. She was upon me, above me, moving gently. Her
breasts were against mine; I could feel the hard points of her
nipples drag across my chest as she moved. Her hot wetness
gripped me, and I could feel her sweet breath upon my face. I
moaned my pleasure as my body tensed, sending hot pulses into her
core; and she responded with vibrations of her own release. Then
she lay gently upon me, keeping my weakening member within her as
she murmured her pleasure.

I came awake with the knowledge that this was no dream. My god,
what have I done! Sensing the change, Janie raised up to look at
my face. Seeing my concern, she moved up and softly kissed my
lips, releasing me from within her.

"Good morning, my sweet love. My daddy." I could feel our
combined wetness draining from her.

I fought to remain calm. "Good morning, sweetheart. I think we
need to talk about this, don't you?"

She smiled, and then laid her head on my chest. "Yes. Cindy and I
need to talk to you about this. About what we have decided."

That didn't sound good. "Uhm, why don't you go clean up and wake
her. I'll clean up and start breakfast. OK?"

I met the girls at the kitchen table, bringing in the last of a
country style breakfast. Janie was glowing and Cindy was smiling,
but Cindy's' smile was strained somewhat.

"Eat first. We'll talk after breakfast." This was another polite
but strained meal. After we all pitched in on cleaning up, I
decided it was time to take back control. I motioned for the
girls. "Follow me, please." We went into the den, and both girls
sat next to me on the couch.

I could tell they were nervous, so I spoke first. "What is this
'decision' Janie told me about this morning? Right after she
seduced me in my sleep, that is."  Janie and Cindy actually
blushed at this.

Cindy recovered first. "We couldn't just watch you give up like
that, daddy. We had to do something. And when you told us you
didn't need another woman in your life, that you had us, we
started talking about it."

Cindy looked at Janie who took over. "We didn't know what to do,
but knew we had to do something. Finally, I said I wasn't going
to give up so easily. That I was going to go get you out of bed
and make you tuck us in, to make you start loving us again."

They were close to tears. "Oh honey, I've never stopped loving
both of you."

Cindy spoke up. "I know that, daddy. But you were so withdrawn;
you barely knew we were here. Your body was there, but your soul
was elsewhere."

"And when I went into your bedroom, you looked so sad and
troubled. I just wanted to do something, anything, so I got in
bed with you and held you." Janie looked at Cindy, then. "Cindy
was mad at me at first, but when I told her how you held me so
tight and just cried and talked and finally went to a peaceful
sleep... Well, she wasn't mad anymore."

Cindy laid her head on my shoulder. "And the next morning when
you made us breakfast, it was like you were back with us. Or were
on the way to returning to us. We talked at school, and decided
you needed us to make you realize how much we love you. How much
we need you. Grandpa and Janie helped me deal with the loss of
mom, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing my daddy, too."

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. I promise to do better." I hugged Janie.
"Better for both of my loving daughters."

Janie leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Cindy and I decided we
would join you for a while each night, so you could hold us and
feel loved. We thought that was the best thing we could do for
you." She looked at Cindy and reached out to stroke her cheek.
"Cindy was supposed to come to you that second night, but
couldn't gather the courage to do it. When I came back to our
room and told her you had made love to me in your sleep she was
livid."

Cindy sighed. "I was so angry you had sex with my daddy."

Janie smiled. "It was a good thing I went that night, Cindy is
still a virgin." Janie placed a finger on my lips to silence my
interruption. "Yes, she is still a virgin, even now. Sitting next
to you in the car, keeping me away from you, she was protecting
you from me. We talked at school some more, she was still angry
with me. Soon she came to agree that she didn't need to make such
a sacrifice, even though she would willingly have done it, not
when I had no such sacrifice to make. You are my daddy now, and I
love you beyond measure for what you have done for me. To be able
to show my love for you is a wonderful thing, and brings me great
joy and pleasure. It was also the only thing that you would
respond to, that made you alive again. We have decided that you
should live a long time, and we are going to do all we can to
keep you with us."

I could feel Cindy nod in agreement as Janie laid her head on my
open shoulder. "I love you both. You are both the only reason I
am still alive. But you are also my daughters, and it is wrong to
have sex with you, with either one of you." I hugged Janie,
gently. "Thank you for what you have done, but I can't use you
like that. It's wrong."

Janie's' head flew up. "No it's not wrong! It's beautiful, and
warm, you make me feel so safe and loved. Nothing that feels so
wonderful and makes me so happy could be wrong! I don't care
about the stupid laws, or what other people might say. It is MY
choice to come to your bed. MY CHOICE! You are a good, and
tender, and giving, and loving daddy. And I will be in your bed
tonight, holding you, loving you, letting you know how much you
are truly needed." Her eyes were on fire as she spoke to me.
"I've been on the pill for over six months now, so worry about
getting me pregnant isn't a concern either."

I pulled her back onto my shoulder. "I love you too, sweetheart.
But I'm OK now, you don't have to keep doing that." I chuckled.
"Your not only young enough to be my daughter, you legally ARE my
daughter. One thing that good daughters are supposed to do is
obey their fathers, so tonight you stay in your own bed." I
wanted to ask how she got on birth control, but decided against
it.

Before Janie could respond Cindy asked, "Will you please come
tuck me in tonight, daddy? Please?"

I sighed. "OK, Sunshine. I'll tuck you in tonight. I'm sorry I've
been neglecting you both. I promise to do better." I could feel
Janie 'Humph.'

We got up and did regular Saturday things, and that night I took
my girls to a movie as a treat. I tucked them both in with
kisses, and took my pill before bedtime. I woke up spooned
against a very sexy girl, my morning erection threatening to
cloud my judgment. I hadn't dreamed, though. I rolled out of bed,
and swatted her bare behind, waking Janie abruptly.

"Hey!"

"Morning. Now go to your own bed like a good daughter." I went
into my bathroom and performed my morning routine.

I fixed breakfast for my girls, and gently scolded Janie for
disobeying me.

She smiled. "We've already told you, I'm going to be in your bed
at night. This is the only thing we will disobey you in, my
loving daddy." Cindy was nodding her agreement with Janie. This
could be rough.

That night the girls went to bed earlier (school night), and I
locked my door before taking my pill. I could feel Janie's'
breasts against my back her nipples hard as she held me in her
dreams as well as in my bed. I gently rolled over to face her,
and kissed her lips softly to waken her.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I'm not going to ask how you got in
here. Go back to you own bed, darling." I watched her as she
grumped her way out the door.

That night I didn't lock my door, but I also didn't take a pill.
It didn't matter. I was roused to a waking dream; I could feel
the pleasure as her mouth surrounded me. It was warm, wet,
insistent that I give in to the demand, to release my hold and
fall into the delight my release would bring. I spoke her name,
crying out 'Janie!' just as I woke and my orgasm was upon me. I
could feel her tongue on me and hear her swallow my spend as she
stayed with my pleasure.

When she was certain I had finished, Janie gave my deflating
penis a last kiss, and rose to lie upon me. "I hope you enjoyed
that, it was the first time I did it. Did I do it right? Can I
make it better for you, my loving daddy? Please tell me."

I groaned. "Any better and you'd kill me." She giggled. Then she
kissed me, and I could taste myself on her lips. "You still
shouldn't be here doing this, Janie. If anyone ever found out or
suspected..."

She silenced me with a kiss. "No one will ever know. Cindy won't
tell. I wouldn't dream of telling, and neither would you. You
might as well give up; I'm going to be in your bed and in your
arms. I love you daddy. This just gives me another way to show
you how much I love you."

I kissed her back, and not like a father. "OK, you win. If you
want to come to my bed, I won't keep you away. Hell, I CAN'T keep
you away now, so why bother trying." Janie was showering me with
kisses. "Outside of this room, of this house, we must act like a
father and his daughters. Agreed?" At least Janie isn't my own
flesh and blood; I consoled myself.

Janie beamed at me. "Agreed. I told you, we would behave like
good daughters should except for this one thing. I love you so
much, daddy." Suddenly she turned shy and demure. "Daddy, please
make love to me like you did that first night. Please?"

I smiled at her, and began soft caresses while I kissed her
again. I rolled her onto her back, off of me, and continued
exploring her body with my hand. Her breasts were soft to the
touch, with hot, hard nipples. I moved down to taste one, and
Janie purred her approval. My mouth moved from nipple to nipple,
gently licking, sucking her perfect breasts as my hand moved
lower to cup her sex. She was already wet, her legs spread, her
hips moving to encourage my touch. I continued palpitating her
breasts as I kissed my way down to her center. I moved over her
and spread her legs making room, kissing the small scar on her
stomach, her aroma making me dizzy with lust. Janie moaned 'Oh
daddy! Oh daddy!' when I began tasting her, and she quickly came
on my tongue. I savored her through her orgasm, and kissed my way
back up to where I could see the love and lust upon her face.

"I want you in me, daddy. Please, I want you in me!"

Janie shifted her hips to help me into her, and my rampant cock
passed the gates into paradise. I watched her head and eyes roll
back as she joyfully aided my entry into her body.

"Oh, yes! Fill me! Fill me, my love."

I filled her over and over as we struggled together, climbing
together reaching for release. Janie reached the summit first,
and her moans and clasping sheath brought my own release soon
after. We rolled to our sides, and fell asleep in each other's
arms.

Janie didn't always sleep in my bed, or even spend time every
night with me. Sometimes she would just come and hold me until I
fell asleep, then go back to her own bed. Never did I ask her to
come to me, or to make love with me, it was always her decision.
Somehow, she always seemed to know when I needed to feel her next
to me.

Sometimes we would just lie close and talk. I finally asked how
she was able to get on the pill without my knowledge or consent.
It was the county health nurse that issued them; no parents are
ever informed, as that would violate trust. We started having
slumber parties and sock hops, again. Janie told me during one of
our 'talks' that she learned about oral sex from a couple of the
other girls that came over. It seemed they did it with their
boyfriends to keep them happy without 'going all the way'.
Thanks, girls. Now I had something else to worry about.

One Friday evening Cindy was agitated when I went to tuck her in.


She put her arms around my neck, and hugged me close to her.
While she held me close, she whispered to me. "Janie has
something to give you, daddy. Be gentle. She loves you, and I do,
too." Then she kissed my lips softly before releasing me, and lay
looking into my eyes.

"I'm always gentle, Sunshine. I'd never do anything to hurt
either one of you. I love you, and I love Janie. I love both of
you, understand?"

She nodded, and closed her eyes for her goodnight kisses.

When I went into my bedroom, the only light was from the various
candles scattered around. Janie was standing by the bed wearing a
white baby-doll that barely covered her beautiful body, her arms
reaching out to me. She pulled me to her, and kissed me hotly.
When our tongues stopped dueling, she held me close, looking in
my eyes.

"I love you, daddy. You mean more to me than anyone could ever
know, but I have always regretted one thing."

I studied her face. "No, sweetheart. No regrets, please. If I've
hurt you, I'll just die."

She smiled. "No, my darling daddy. You have never hurt me. My one
and only regret is that I didn't have my virginity to give you."
I was shocked, and she could see it. "No daddy, you didn't know.
I had a crush on you for so long, Cindy knew but kept my secret.
Now I can give myself to you, but that evil man stole the one
thing I truly wanted you to have. I can't give you my innocence,
but I have something else to give you." I could see and feel her
blush. "You will be the first man to take my other cherry, please
take me back there. I want you to be my first, daddy."

I softly kissed her lips. "Are you sure you want that, Janie? I
never want to hurt you, my lover."

She nodded, gently. "Yes, I want you in me very much. More that
anything, I want this. Would you love me with your mouth, first?
Please? It feels so good when you love me that way."

How could I refuse? "Anything you want, if it is in my power to
give to you, it is yours, sweetheart. I love you, my darling."

She grinned at me. "I'm going to hold you to that, someday." Then
she kissed me passionately.

I slowly removed the baby-doll, kissing and touching each part
that was revealed. She stepped out of the lacy bottoms, and laid
back on the bed as I undressed, opening herself for me. Her
bouquet aroused my desire, and I devoured her. I gently licked
her lips, and teased her pearl with each pass. She trembled as I
took her to the edge several times, but backed away. I held the
globes of her ass in my left hand, and slowly pushed my right
index finger into her steaming wetness. Janie was moaning
constantly now, and I massaged her g-spot in earnest while softly
licking the nectar that flowed from her. I heard her beg me
'Please, oh please.' I latched onto her very hard clit and began
to strum it with the tip of my tongue. Janie's back arched, and I
supported her with my hand while switching to gently sucking her
hard nub as she shook above the bed. I removed my finger from her
when she collapsed, and kissed my way up to lie next to her.

She threw herself at me, kissing me wildly. "I need you in me.
Please, I need you in my ass."

Janie rolled over onto her stomach, and got on her knees, leaving
her front on the bed. I opened the drawer on the bed stand, and
brought out a small tube of Vaseline. When I moved behind her,
Janie reached back and spread herself open, lewdly displaying
herself. I licked her from her sensitive clit to her pucker,
eliciting a gasp from her. Squeezing the jelly on a finger, I
massaged it on her opening, and then pushed some inside with my
finger. I squeezed some more on my finger and gently pushed
inside her, twisting my finger to coat her liberally.

"Uhm. That feels funny. Good, but funny." She rocked slightly
against my invading digit. "It's not what I want in me, though.
Put your cock in me."

I spread some more jelly on the head of my penis, and placed it
at the entrance to her bowels. "OK, sweetheart. Here we go." I
pushed into her, and heard her gasp. Her sphincter was a tight
band just behind the head, and was pulsing rapidly. "Are you
alright? Should I stop? Baby?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "I'm OK. Put it in me. Go slow.
God you feel huge in me!"

The grease let me edge deeper into her, slowly penetrating her
hot depths until I could go no further. Janie took three quick
breaths. "I'm hurting you. I have to stop this!" I began to pull
out of her.

"NO!" She shouted, grabbing my hips to hold me against her soft
ass. "Don't stop, please. I want this, and it's getting easier
now. Please, hold still a second." The spasms stopped, it was a
little less tight, but still very tight. "That's better, now.
Please make love to me there. Love me until you fill me, daddy."

Janie kept her hands on my hips, and started to move against me.
Slowly at first, only a short stroke; then faster and longer.
Janie moved one hand above her on the bed; the other went under
her, between her legs.

"Oh, God! That feels so strange. I can feel you moving in me, so
full, so hot. It feels so good to have you in me! Oh, daddy!
More, daddy! More!"

I began to move more strongly, using full strokes, a soft 'Slap!'
could be heard each time I fully entered her. Janie was moaning
and babbling constantly, with a brief pause each time we collided
together. I could feel my orgasm building, towering, and
threatening to crush me.

Janie gasped a deep breath. "Oh! Don't stop moving! Don't stop!
Harder! Harder! Oh, God! Please!" Her back arched upward and her
whole body began shaking. Janie gasped deeply, and keened loudly.
I briefly worried about Cindy.

I realized I had stopped breathing. I forced a deep breath, my
control rapidly slipping away. I heard a strangled groan, and
realized it was me. "Oh, Janie!" I repeated, over and over. Then
I plunged into her ass and came.

"Yes, daddy! Yes, daddy! Come in me, in my ass! Fill me up!" 

As my orgasm faded, I thought I caught a movement of shadow.
Movements like the door closing shut. I was going to need to talk
to Cindy, soon.

Janie slept with me that night after we briefly cleaned up. In
the morning we showered together. She complained that she was a
little sore back there, but hastily said it was a good kind of
sore. She kissed me hotly, and said we were going to have to do
it again. Just not right then, of course.

After breakfast I sent my girls out of the kitchen so I could
think while cleaning up. It was obvious to me from the looks
Cindy kept giving Janie and I while she thought she couldn't be
seen that the movement at my bedroom door last night was no
figment of my imagination. Now I needed to decide what to do
about it, or if anything at all should be done. By the time the
kitchen was clean, I had made up my mind. Janie should be there
too, since Cindy was watching both of us.

I found them huddled together in the living room, their heads
together, talking animatedly. VH1 was playing on the TV, but was
being ignored. I turned it off, and took a seat on the couch.
They had stopped talking when I walked in, watching me from their
vantage point on the floor.

"Girls, I think there is something we need to talk about,
please."

They looked at each other, and then got up to join me on the
couch. Before Cindy sat down, she asked. "Can I sit in your lap,
daddy? Will you hold me, please?"

I held out my arms for her, and she put her arms around my neck
as she settled in my lap; her legs outside of mine. She gave me a
quick, soft kiss, and laid her head on my shoulder. Janie sat
close to us, and put a hand on Cindy's leg.

I cleared my throat, and hugged Cindy. "Sunshine, sit up for just
a second, sweetheart." She sat up, and was watching at my face.
"Cindy, I need to ask you, do you think you owe Janie and I an
apology?" Confusion clouded her face. "I saw you at the door,
sweetie."

Realization dawned, and she turned bright crimson. I could see
Janie looking confused and amused at the same time. Cindy turned
slightly to her. "He saw me watching."

Janie giggled, and then cocked her head. "You were watching LAST
NIGHT?" That wasn't the reaction I'd expected. Cindy nodded her
head, and put it back on my shoulder. Now it was my turn to be
confused. I nudged her, and she sat back up.

"What does Janie mean by 'last night', Cindy." They exchanged a
look.

"I heard Janie cry 'NO!' and couldn't stop myself. I rushed to
your room, but it was quiet when I got there. The door was still
open, and I could see her holding you, pulling you into her." Her
words were affecting me, I could feel the stirrings; and so could
Cindy. "Janie asked you to make love to her there, and you
started moving. It was so beautiful, so sexy, it was impossible
to stop watching."
Cindy shifted in my lap, my erection well evident to us both. "I
could see you both moving together, into each other, and when
Janie came..." Cindy shivered." I could feel it, myself. I left
quickly after that, evidently not being careful enough." Cindy
was rocking almost imperceptibly on my erection.

Something in the way she told this story said there was
information being left out. I thought I knew what it was. "How
many times have you watched us, Cindy?" I could tell by her
reaction I'd been right.

Janie answered. "It's not all her fault, daddy. I told her she
could watch us." Cindy laid her head back on my shoulder, and I
looked at Janie. Janie was softly stroking Cindy's thigh. "She
was always asking what it was like. We talk, and I never refuse
to answer her questions. Finally, one day she just said 'I wish
it were me.' Then she said 'I just want to see what it's like.' I
smarted off and told her she should just watch if she wanted to
'see what it's like'. It kind of went from there." She smiled
sheepishly. "She's watched us several times, before last night.
Last night wasn't supposed to be one of them."

Cindy hugged me tight, then took a deep breath and sat up. I
could see determination in her eyes. "While we are talking, I
have one more confession to make. Promise me you won't be mad, or
freak on me, or anything? Please?"

Now I was a worried father. I had let both girls go on a few
'dates' when they turned fifteen, and was worried about my baby
girl. I should have been worried about me. "I promise, Sunshine.
I promise."

Cindy leaned in and kissed me softly, then pulled back to look at
me. "Like I said, I've got one more thing to confess to you. You
know I love you, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Do you know how much I love and need you, daddy?"

"I love you just as much, sweetie. You know that." I smiled
reassuringly.

"I love you daddy, and I want you to make love to me too. I want
to spend the night in your arms after you have made sweet love to
me."

I think my heart stopped, I know I wasn't breathing. My erection
was a distant memory. 'Calm, be calm.' I thought. I pulled her to
my shoulder, and stroked her back. "I do love you, baby, but I
can't do that. A man isn't supposed to do that to his own child.
If I hurt you I don't know what I'd do. I'd be no better..." I
stopped myself from saying it. I couldn't hurt Janie by saying
it. But she already knew.

"It's not true, Mr. Wilhite." I stiffened; Janie hadn't called me
'daddy'. "I know you're not my physical father, but you are my
'daddy'; and I love you. All those years you tucked me in, you
never made me feel unsafe. I knew you could never hurt me; it's
not possible for you to do that. You're everything every girl
wants in a father AND a man. Gentleness. Honesty. Kindness.
Strength. You have all these, and more. You're very loving, and
very sexy." She smiled at me. "Daddy, you will NEVER be like my
father. He was an evil beast of a man that didn't really care
about his own flesh and blood."

Cindy hugged me as Janie went on. "When Cindy first told me she
wanted you to be her first lover, I was jealous. My jealousy
passed quickly, though. I love Cindy too, and owe her my life
almost as much as you. We talked it over, and decided that she
should be able to show you how much she loves you, too. Last
month I took her to the county nurse, and they gave her her own
supply of the pill."

I took a deep breath. "That doesn't mean I can take my daughters
virginity. She should find a young man closer to her own age.
Someone she loves and trusts. Someone she wants to spend her life
with. A father should protect his little girl until she is
ready."

Cindy left her head on my shoulder. "You've done that, daddy.
You're my protector from the big, bad world. I am ready. I love
you and trust you, and want you to be my first. I know you would
never hurt me, not like some bumble fingered boy. I need you and
love you and want you to make me a woman. I've thought about this
for a long time." She sighed. "I want you to know this is my
choice, because I love you so much."

I kept stroking her back. "I know how much you love me, Sunshine.
You don't need to show me. I already know how much you BOTH love
me."

Janie leaned across and kissed my cheek. "We know how much you
love us, we see it every day. You, however, owe me a promise.
That promise I give to Cindy, so that she may have you as her
first lover. You've never broken a promise to either of us, and I
don't want you to break this one. You know we can keep secret the
relationship we have with each other, and that we think the
'rules of society' about our relationship are wrong. We love each
other, we trust one another; what we do to show that love and
trust inside that relationship is not wrong. Society is wrong in
condemning what they don't fully understand. I know that the
rules and laws are there to protect those that are 'too young and
immature' from being used or abused by those they trust. But is
it abuse when I make the decision of my own free will to come to
you to feel the love and warmth of your body next to me, within
me? Who is being hurt or used? We both give and take freely of
each other, and our love is stronger because of it."

Cindy sat up and looked in my eyes. "Daddy, I'm not a little girl
anymore. I'm old enough to make my own decisions in this, and
this decision is made in love and trust. I want you to hold me
and make love with me."

I was on the spot. I never broke my promises, but this was my
baby girl! "I don't know, sweetheart. I'm just not sure. In my
mind I hear your reasoning, my heart knows your love and trust,
but it's hard to accept. Let me think on this awhile, okay?"

Cindy kissed me on the lips, and gently hugged my neck. "I love
you, daddy."

That night I almost took one of the pills that I hadn't needed
for so long. Janie held me, calmed me, sang softly to me, and
soon enough I fell asleep.

In the morning, I awoke looking into my beautiful Cindy's' eyes.
"Good morning, daddy." She hugged and kissed me, holding her
naked body next to mine.

"Good morning, sweetheart." I didn't push her away. "What are you
doing here?"

Cindy laughed softly. "I'm not here to ravish you, or anything. I
just wanted to be close to you as you slept, and be there when
you awoke." She ground her mons against my morning erection, her
eyes twinkling as she smiled. "I also think its funny men wake up
in such a state."

I groaned, and then chuckled. "Oh, honey. What you do to me. That
particular affliction isn't brought on by your considerable
charms, however." I kissed her, and rose to do my morning ritual.
"I'll be right back."

Cindy was smiling radiantly when I sat next to her on the bed.
"You look quite pleased for some reason. Care to tell me?"

"You said I look sexy. OK, not in so many words, but you still
said I look sexy." Her eyes looked for confirmation.

"Yes, Sunshine, you are a very beautiful and sexy young woman.
Even your old dad isn't too blind to see that." I leaned over and
kissed her forehead. "Now let's get up and get some breakfast."
She smiled, and I watched her walk naked out my door.

We spent part of the day with Grandma and Grandpa Berrens, just
having a family dinner. The afternoon was spent talking and
playing games to relax. After supper, we went home early since
the girls had school the next day.

I went into the girls' bedroom to tuck them in, to find Janie
alone. "Hi sweetheart, is Cindy not quite ready?"

Janie reached up for me, and I bent to give her a hug. "No,
daddy. She's waiting for you in your bed. Please, daddy, just go
hold her. Let her stay with you, and fall asleep feeling you next
to her. OK?"

I kissed her eyes and forehead. "Alright sweetheart, I can do
that. Goodnight, baby."

Cindy was already in my bed when I finished my evening ablutions.
I could tell she looked nervous. 'Hi daddy.' Was all she managed
to say.

"Hello Sunshine. I take it you want to sleep in here tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. Please don't tell me to go. Please, daddy?"

I sat on the bed next to her, and gave her the usual goodnight
kiss. Then I went to the other side of the bed and turned off the
lamp before undressing and getting under the covers with my
daughter. I lay on my back, and Cindy put my arm around her as
she snuggled up to lay on my chest. I could feel her soft breasts
against my side as I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Goodnight, sweetheart."

I dreamed that night. Serena was with me, again, talking to me.
As I awoke, all I could remember was Serena telling me 'She needs
your love, too, Sam.' Cindy was still holding me, and now had her
leg thrown over mine. I could feel the dampness of her sex
against my thigh. The alarm screamed, and I silenced it quickly.
Cindy hugged me, pressing her sex harder against me, and kissed
my chest. I hugged her, as well.

"Good morning, daddy. Thank you." She was holding me as tight as
she could.

I understood, now. "You're welcome, sweetheart. And thank you,
too." I tilted her head up, and kissed her forehead. "Time to get
up and get ready for school, baby."

My little girl got up, I watched her walk to the door, and then
turn back to me. She was so beautiful. She said, "I love you,
daddy." Then she was out the door.

I spent most of the day thinking about what Janie had said.
Thinking about my dream last night, and what Cindy had said.
Finally, I made my decision. Society and its' rules be damned, if
my baby asked me again, I would grant her wish. When she was
ready, I was certain she would ask.

Janie slept with me Thursday night after we made gentle love. In
the night Cindy joined us, and was spooned in front of me. My
morning erection was between her thighs, against her lips; she
was moving against it in her sleep. I squeezed the breast in my
hand, and she softly whimpered. The alarm startled her awake, and
I kissed her neck after pounding the alarm into submission.

Cindy reached between her legs, grasped my cock, brushing it
against her opening; and then released it to roll over to face
me. "Good morning, daddy." She kissed me softly. "I was having
such a wonderful dream, I didn't want it to end."

"I know, Sunshine. Time to get ready for school, though." I
kissed her nose. "Up and at 'em." Cindy smiled, and got out of
bed.

Janie put her arm over me from the back, and hugged me. "Good
morning, daddy."

I rolled over, and into her arms. "Good morning, sweetheart." I
kissed her lips, softly. "Time to get up." I let her get up, and
watched both beautiful bare bottoms walk out the door.

At breakfast, Cindy seemed nervous. During the ride to school,
she sat next to me and I could see she was still agitated about
something. "Cindy, are you OK, honey? You seem nervous about
something. Is there a big test, today?"

Cindy looked at my face in the mirror. "Uhm, no test today, its
just, well; are you upset because I touched you like I did this
morning?"

I slowed down as I spoke. "No, sweetheart, I'm not upset. It was
a natural reaction, I'm not upset."

She was watching me intently. "Not even when I rubbed you against
me down there? You didn't mind?"

I smiled. "Sunshine, if that's what you wanted to do, I didn't
mind. I want you to be happy, sweetheart." I could see Janie turn
to raptly watch this conversation.

"Daddy, if I had put you inside me, would you have stopped me?"
She barely whispered.

"If that is what you truly want, sweetheart. No, I wouldn't stop
you." We had just pulled up to the school and parked. I turned to
look at Cindy and Janie.

Cindy took my hand in hers, and almost to soft to hear, said.
"Daddy, would you make love with me tonight?"

"I would be honored to, sweetheart." I answered.

Cindy threw her arms around my neck, hugged me tight, and
whispered in my ear. "I can't wait until tonight. I love you, my
sweet daddy."

She released me and Cindy and Janie threw their arms around each
other. "Did you hear? Did you hear?" Cindy asked Janie.

"Yes, I'm so happy I'm trying not to cry." They pulled apart.
"C'mon. We've got to get to class." Both girls waved 'Bye!', and
headed off to class.

When I got home, I decided to make tonight special for Cindy. I
cleaned the house, set out candles, set out her favorite bath
beads, and made her favorite supper. Since tonight was a
singularly special occasion, I set out a good bottle of wine to
go with dinner.

On the ride from school Cindy was happy, but now Janie was
nervous about something. 'Wait and see.' I thought. 'She usually
talks without prodding in her own time.'

The girls finished their homework while I finished the last
preparations for supper. They were suitably impressed by the
candles, and surprised I allowed them to have wine with supper.
Afterwards, we all pitched in to clean up what little mess was
left from cooking. Cindy was washing, I was drying, and Janie put
the dishes away. We finished and I could sense Janie was still
very nervous.

Cindy glanced at Janie, then at me. "Daddy, can I ask you a
favor?"

I was trying to stay calm, myself. "Of course, sweetheart. You
know that."

"I want you to make love with me tonight, and I'd like Janie to
be there, too." I probably looked confused. "I love you both so
much, and want her there when you make me a woman. Please,
daddy?" Janie looked on, expectantly.

I took them both in my arms. "If that is what you both want, then
that is what you will get." Both girls hugged me tightly, then by
some unseen agreement each took a hand.

They led me towards my bedroom, but I detoured us into the master
bath. I poured in the bath beads, started the water, and began
lighting candles. When the water was right, I motioned towards
the bath. We undressed and got in, it was crowded but enjoyable.
It was mass confusion washing two nubile young women, but I tried
to pay special attention to my Cindy.

We dried off and walked naked into the bedroom, the candles
giving a wondrous glow to the room. I pulled Cindy to me, kissing
her as she formed herself to me. Janie touched us both, and
walked to the other side of the bed and sat down.

I lay Cindy down on the bed, and caressed her, aroused her
passions deliberately for the first time. I kissed my way down
her body, stopping to suckle at her breasts. She moaned as I took
first one, and then the other nipple between my lips, swirling my
tongue around the hardened flesh. Moving across the flat expanse
of her stomach, I tasted of her flower for the first time. I
devoured her nectar with joy, studying her arousal, taking her
higher, but never over the edge. When she could endure no more, I
kissed my way back up to her mouth. Our tongues dueled with
passion, and I rolled over with her on top of me.

"This way should be better, you are in control, sweetheart. Take
your time. Be slow. Be gentle. We have all night, love."  I
caressed her back. Cindys' eyes were my world, Janie a forgotten
bystander.

I felt Cindy place me at her gates as she kissed me once again.
"I love you, daddy."

Cindy started rolling her hips, rocking slightly, working the
head of my penis slightly in and out of her. She shuddered, and
rose above me, never stopping the motion of her hips, barely
penetrating herself with each motion. I reached up and softly
squeezed her breasts; she cried out 'Oh, God!' and thrust herself
down upon me. She shook with her orgasm, the pain of her
shattered hymen mixing with the pleasure. Soon, she began to move
upon me. Her eyes were closed now, concentrating on the feeling
of being filled for the first time.

When we were fully joined, Cindy looked down at me, smiling, and
shuddered as she moved upon me. I began to gently thrust back,
still holding a breast in each hand as we moved together.

"I'm going to come soon, baby." I moaned.

Cindy smiled seductively. "Yes, come for me. Come inside your
baby girl, daddy. Come, daddy. I love you." Cindy thrust down
hard, rolling her hips as I sent my seed deep inside her.

After I was spent, Cindy laid her head on my shoulder and kissed
my neck. "Thank you, daddy. It was perfect. I love you."

Janie brought washcloths and towels to clean us up with, and then
snuggled up holding us both. I fell asleep in the arms of my two
beautiful girls.

That night was a little over two years ago. Some nights Cindy is
with me, other nights Janie is there. Often both wake with me in
the morning. A college out west has accepted them both in the
fall. They insisted I go with them; they need to care for me and
can't do it if I stay here. I hope they find someone at college,
some good man to marry them and make me a grandfather. Until that
day, as long as my beautiful girls want, they are welcome in my
arms and in my bed.

FINIS

Thank you for reading my little piece of fiction.

Please send any comments, constructive criticism, and/or
suggestions to El Gato at: el_gat09@hotmail.com.

Flames will be cheerfully ignored, unless I decide to format your
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