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Sister and Daughter
a Short Story by Varangian
Fall, 2007


I was twelve, and Lori, my sister, was fourteen, when we both had our
first sexual experience -- with each other.

"Let me see it, Fred," she insisted, pulling on my underpants.  "I'll
show you my boobs."

I was a rather tall, gangly boy back then with long, slender thighs and
no body hair.  I didn't resist her, because I truly wanted to see her
titties, which were noticeable but not especially large.  She stripped
me naked.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed.  "That's no baby dick!"

At the time I possessed four and one half thick inches of cock, a member
that was circumcised and turgid.  She touched it then enfolded the pole.
Her face, lips parted, displayed avid fascination at the sight and feel
of my dick.

"Your turn now," I said.  "Let's see your boobs."

Lori stood up in my bed and took off her pajamas to reveal a nice body
clad only in panties.  Her breasts seemed large to me at the time, but
they were actually smaller than those of most girls her age.  I felt an
overpowering urge to suckle them.

"We can't tell anyone, you know," Lori said as she crawled back onto the
bed.

I rolled her onto her back then fell upon those titties, sucking them in
turn while my right hand explored the soft flesh of her body.  She
didn't let me touch her twat, pushing my hand away then protecting it
with one of her own.  But the titties were sufficient reward for my
nakedness.

"I want to do something, Fred," she said eventually.  "You might think
it's gross at first but you'll like it."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I've heard older girls talk.  Just lie back."

After I did, she began to kiss and lick my chest then went further
south.  She kissed the tip of my cock before fitting her lips around the
knob.

It felt nice -- then better and better.  I had never before felt
anything like this growing pleasure.  My first ever orgasm occurred in
Lori's mouth.  I cried out and flailed my arms back behind my head.  I
pushed her away, because my cock became painfully sensitive.

"You didn't really come much, little brother.  Was that your first
time?"

I rolled over and lay face down in my pillow.  I didn't understand what
had happened.

* * *

The next day I wanted to fool around again with Lori, although I
remained conflicted about doing stuff with my sister.

"You'll have to do something for me," she said when I broached the
matter.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I'll teach you," she replied.  "Let's go up to my room."

Upstairs we both got naked.  I was surprised that she took off her
panties to reveal a hairy groin that did not strike me as being very
appealing.

Lori used me like a toy -- hugging, licking and kissing.  She sucked on
me again, and I felt a pleasure greater than the day before.

"Now I want you to lick on me," she said.

"Where?" I asked in complete innocence.

"Here," she replied, pointing a finger at her hairy bush.  "I also have
a pleasure spot."

"Lick on you there?  That's disgusting!" I exclaimed.

"Fred, if you want me to suck your cock some more, you'll have to lick
on me."

So I did it, and following her gasping instructions I made her go wild.
It didn't taste so bad, and it was real fun to send her yelling out of
control.

* * *

For the next six months Lori and I engaged in oral sex almost every day.
I turned thirteen, and my cum became thicker and more copious, about
which Lori did not complain.  We became lovers -- kissing on the lips.

I was very irked when Lori began dating a guy, Ed, because although she
was my sister, I had come to think of her as my girl.  One night she
came home and told me that she had let him go all the way.  I was
furious.

"How could you do that?" I yelled and gave her a push that spilled her
onto the couch.

"I'm fifteen, Fred.  I'm old enough!" she yelled back.

"But what about me?  Why do you need another guy?"

"You're my brother, Fred.  We do fun things together, but you're not,
like, my steady."

"I want to fuck you!  You let Ed do it!"

She smiled and stroked my cheek.  "Why not?" she said.  "I'm safe.  My
period will begin tomorrow or the next day."

I didn't understand what she meant about her period, but she took my
hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.

I soon learned that fucking was so much better than getting a blow job.
I felt Lori's body beneath me as my cock probed her warm tightness.  We
kissed all the while.  I came with exquisite pleasure, although Lori,
recently a virgin, complained about soreness.

Lori continued to fuck Ed as well as me.  Three months later she got
knocked up, and she didn't know who the father was.  Mom sent her off to
live with Nana where she gave birth to a girl.

Months later Lori phoned to say that the girl resembled me, that I was
the father.

"Have you told Nana?" I asked in a panic.

"Of course not, Fred.  That would be too embarrassing."

* * *

Although Lori and I communicated via phone and e-mail, I did not see her
again until five years later, when I passed through her town on my way
to college.

"Where's Dave?" I asked soon after entering her cottage, referring to
her latest live-in boyfriend.

"Run off like the others, Fred.  I guess I'm too bitchy for guys."

"Have you tried girls?"

"A couple.  They were nice interludes between men, but, you know, they
lacked something I really need."

"Like a cock?"

"Don't be so crude!  It's more than that."

Nana had died six months previously and left the cottage and a good sum
of money to Lori, who was enrolled in a small, local college.  She
intended to become a nurse.  Although not beautiful or even pretty, Lori
was a good looking young woman of just legal age.

"Christine is at kindergarten," my sister explained before I could
inquire about my presumed daughter.

We stood in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"You've grown large," she said, assaying me.  "Have you had many girls?"

"A few, one in particular, although we broke up after the senior prom."

"Why?"

"Because she resented me going off to college.  She wanted me to stay
home and get a job.  She wanted us to get married."

"Sounds like a selfish girl."

"Perhaps, but I was selfish too.  I took her cherry and used her in
every way imaginable."

Lori placed her cup on the counter then palmed my cheek.

"Can you stay the weekend?" she asked.  "There's so much we need to
catch up on."

"Like incest?"

"Fred, I hope you learn better manners at the university -- more
subtlety, at least.  There's no denying what we did as kids.  Christine
is the proof of it"

"I'm sorry, Lori.  I'm conflicted about all that."

"Conflicted?"

"I felt guilt back then, but now I see you as a powerfully sexy woman."

She barked a laugh then kissed my lips.

"I hope your guilt is behind you, Fred.  I haven't had a man in months."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Absolutely!  You're a large young man now.  I wonder how large."

"You'll be surprised."

* * *

"Oh, my!" Lori exclaimed, when I turned around after removing my under
pants.  "You've certainly grown large, little brother."

"You like them long?"

"Thick is better, Fred, but you're both long and thick.  I don't have a
dildo your size."

We crawled onto the bed and I immediately began to explore my sister's
lithe, mature body with my mouth.  Years before she had instructed me in
how she liked to be eaten out, and I sent her to the moon before
mounting and inserting my fat prick into her pussy.  We kissed as we
fucked.

There was no logical reason for her to fake the gasps and cries of wild
sexual excitement.  She went out of control, scratching my shoulders and
back, yelling into my mouth.  I was able to last long enough to bring
her to three climaxes, before I reached the top and began to spew
ecstatically.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried after a few moments of calming down.  "I've never
had it so good!"

We kissed as I fondled a handful of tit.  It had been my best fuck too,
although I didn't tell her that.

"I'll stay the weekend," I said.

* * *

Christine was a happy, loquacious five year old.  She knew me as Uncle
Fred, and we bonded right from the start.  Her reddish, blonde hair and
the shape of her mouth resembled mine.  I became certain that she was my
daughter.

"Uncle Fred will give you your bath," Lori said to her that first night.

I darted a inquiring look at my sister as the child clapped in glee.
What did the woman have in mind, I wondered.  I had no sexual interest
in kids, although when I was sixteen, I had ripped the hymen of a lovely
eleven year old.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Lori embraced me and whispered, "She's your daughter.  Get to know her."

Later, in the bath room, I soaped my daughter in the tub.  I washed her
soft flesh and even her childish groin, but not provocatively.  She
grinned up at me in total innocence.  After the bath I wrapped her in a
large towel for us to cuddle.  It was a telling moment for me.  I loved
the little girl, my secret daughter.  I loved her bright, sing-song
chatter and her pretty face. But I was disturbed by my delight in
fondling her long, soft thighs.  She would grow tall, I thought.

* * *

For one reason or another I didn't manage to revisit Lori and Christine
for over a year and one half.  Car trouble, girl trouble or money woes
were usually the problem.  Once, when I was able to get away, Lori
advised me not to, because at the moment she was involved with a rather
surly guy.

* * *

"I broke off with that bastard," she informed me by phone one evening,
referring to the surly guy.  "He was too crude and rough.  I wish you
could come for a visit.  I miss you, and I want to have sex with someone
I love."

My car was in reasonably good shape and I had some money.  Also, I
hadn't been laid in almost four months.

I was on a Tuesday-Thursday class schedule.  So, the following Thursday
evening I set out on the 700 mile trip to Lori's house, arriving at ten
the next morning.  Lori greeted me at the door.

* * *

I tasted my own cum as we fucked and kissed.  Lori had given me a blow
job not long before.  In the midst of her third, or perhaps the fourth
noisy orgasm, I grunted and spewed into her slick feminine opening.

"Oh, god!" Fred, she said as we cuddled.  "This is so weird!  I always
feel like a tramp when I fuck other guys.  But with you it seems
absolutely right, even though you're my brother."

"I know what you mean, Lori.  It's because we love each other.  I've
fucked girls I didn't particularly like just for the physical release."

"How many girls have you had?"

"If you're really interested, give me an hour along with pencil and
paper."

"I must have had eighteen or twenty guys, Fred, and I'm ashamed of it,
although I'm hardly a prude.  There were a couple I really liked and who
didn't leave me feeling cheap.  I'll teach Christine to avoid casual sex
but to give herself fully to guys with whom she shares a genuine
affection."

"She's only seven, Lori.  Isn't that too young for sex education?"

"Of course not everything at once, Fred.

* * *

I wasn't able to return for the next nine months.  When I did, Christine
was eight years old.  Lori, now twenty-four, was a registered nurse and
worked the afternoon shift at the local hospital.

I became the baby sitter for the weekend.  Christine wound up on my lap
at one point, and I was sorely tempted to masturbate her, but my good
sense restrained me.  She returned my kisses as I fondled her long, soft
thighs.

Christine was in bed when Lori returned from work.

"I must confess something to you," I told her.  "I almost frigged our
daughter this evening.  She sat on my lap in her nightie, and I got hard
feeling her warmth and softness.  She's large for her age."

"I've noticed you looking at her, Fred.  She's our incestuous
off-spring, and it doesn't shock me to realize that when she's older you
might take her to bed."

"You're not shocked?  Does that mean you approve?"

"Like you once said about yourself and our relationship, Fred, I'm
conflicted.  I don't approve, actually.  I'd like Christine to have a
normal childhood, yet there would be some advantage for you to teach her
about sex.  The thought of her in the back seat of a car with a clumsy
boy causes me to shudder."

"Maybe I should start slowly.  Is she able to have orgasms?"

"Not yet, Fred!  She's still too young for anything sexual.  But I'm
not.  I've never let a guy fuck me in the ass.  I'm sorry I let Ed take
my cherry instead of you, but anal intercourse is the last virgin part
of me."

"Are you serious, Lori?  How could you possibly enjoy that?"

"I want you to enjoy _me_, darling.  Do it once then I'll decide if I
want it again."

* * *

Lori lay face down with legs spread.  I knelt above her lubing my cock
with K-Y jelly.  Her pert butt was inviting as were the backs of her
shapely thighs.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Just do it!"

I draped myself over her and kissed her left facial cheek while
positioning my cock.  "This is virgin territory for me as well," I
whispered into her ear.

She grunted as my cock head parted her tight sphincter.  I eased in all
the way, pressing my body to her soft flesh.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.  "Fuck me and take your pleasure.  I feel like a
virtuous woman, but only with you."

I screwed her butt in long, slow strokes, relishing the tightness on my
cock and the feel of her soft flesh beneath me.

"Are you almost finished?" she asked after a few minutes, her voice
betraying some distress.

My fat, seven and one quarter inch cock tingled inside her anus.

"I'm almost there, darling," I said.  Then I reached the top and began
to spew.  I bit her neck lightly in my ecstasy.

* * *

Six months later I returned to visit Lori and Christine.  The girl was
nine years old and had come to realize  that my fondling of her upper
thighs was not socially acceptable.

"I won't tell anybody," she promised me as we lay on her bed.  She was
clad in a nightie, the hem of which was raised so high that I could see
her white, cotton panties.

Lori was at work.  The girl was not yet ripe, yet she was almost large
enough to be fuckable.  I was sorely tempted to touch her groin, but I
resisted the urge.

"I need to use the toilet, precious."  I rose from the bed, went into
the bathroom and whacked off.  Later we cuddled before falling asleep.

I awoke when her mother touched my shoulder.  "Why are you sleeping
here?" she asked in a whisper.

I carefully got up from the bed so as not to awaken Christine and led
Lori into the hallway.

"Are you upset?" I asked.  "I assumed that you wanted me to teach
Christine about sex."

"She's still too young, Fred.  What exactly did you two do?"

"We just cuddled."

"Fred, don't lie with her on the bed.  You might get carried away, and
Christine could freak out."

* * *

Back at school I got lucky and found a willing girl who was not quite
pudgy.  Despite constant arguments about trivial matters, we were good
in bed together, and as a consequence I rarely whacked off dreaming of
making love to my ten year old daughter.

After graduation I loaded all my stuff into the wreck I had been driving
since high school and set off for Lori's house.

Lori had told me by phone that she had been discussing sex with
Christine.  She said the girl became frightened at the prospect and
might not be ready for intercourse for another two or three years.

Lori had admitted she and I were lovers despite being siblings.
Christine had responded that she already knew.  I intended to move in
with them and find a job in their small town.  I would share Lori's bed
and no longer sleep on the couch.

* * *

Christine was taller and more filled out than six months previously.
Although just ten years old, she had become a little woman, however flat
her chest.

"Mommy told me you might teach me things," she said nervously.

Lori had just left for work and Christine was still clad in her school
clothes.

"There's no hurry, darling," I responded.  "I'll leave it up to you to
decide if, when and what we do together."

"I like snuggling with you, Daddy."

"Daddy?"

"I know you're my daddy.  I've figured it out.  I look like you."

The pretty girl stepped close, inviting an embrace.  I took her into my
arms and breathed deeply the sweet shampoo aroma of her reddish-blonde
hair.

"Yes," I said.  "I'm your father."

She pressed her face against my chest.  "We're a weird family," she said
in a low voice.

* * *

"What are we going to do?" I asked Lori, one night after a marvelous
bout of sex.

I had found a decent job in town and had been living with my sister and
our daughter for over a year.  During that time I had not touched
Christine sexually, not even her budding titties.  Lori usually brought
me off twice a day, so I was not in sexual distress.  But I yearned to
take my pubescent daughter to bed.

"She's almost ready, Fred.  Be patient."

"I've been patient for five years, Lori."

"She's begun to masturbate.  It won't be long."

"Did you teach her how?"

"No.  She was confused and asked me about it after the first time.  I
told her it was natural and healthy."

"Christine's almost twelve, Lori.  How long do I have to wait?"

"Maybe another couple of years."

"A couple of years!  Can I at least try to seduce her?"

"She'd surrender to you, Fred, but she wouldn't be happy."

* * *

Another year passed.  Christine went through a dramatic growth spurt
that left her just a few inches shorter than I.  Her breasts had
developed nicely, but they did not become grossly large like those of
her best friend, Cindy.

"I met a cute boy, Daddy," she told me one afternoon.  "I want to date
him."

"What do you know about boys, Christine?  He'll want you the way I do,
but he's a stranger compared to me."

"I want to have a normal family, Daddy.  The girls I know don't have sex
with their fathers."

"You think that's so bad?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe I'm not your father.  Maybe it's an accident that you look like
me."

"It's all the same, Daddy, but I'll do what you want."

"I won't force myself on you, Christine."

"You could just ask."

"I refuse to do that, but what would you say if I did?"

"I don't know, Daddy.  I love you most of all, but I'm afraid of sex."

"I understand, darling.  Let's talk about other things.  Who is this
boy?"

* * *

Lori tongued my ear as she fondled my cock.

"What would you have done, had Christine agreed to let you have your
way?"

"We would have taken a shower together.  I would have soaped her body,
especially her new titties."

"She's only twelve, Fred."

"I would have embraced her from behind and fondled a tit while
masturbating her."

"We've done that, Fred.  You're good at it.  But Christine isn't yet
ready for such play."

"What about that boy friend of hers?  Is he going to beat me out?"

"She's found a male friend, Fred, a boy near her own age.  They might
kiss each other, but nothing more."

As it turned out the boy was fourteen and began to grope Christine the
moment they found themselves alone.  The girl shoved his hand away,
yelled at him then came home early.

"He was rough, Daddy," she told me.  "He just wanted to feel me up."

"Had you let him, precious, he'd try for more than that."

"Like what you want?" she asked, sullenly.

She stepped into my embrace.  "I can't deny it, darling," I whispered
against her head.  "But it'll probably never happen even when you're
older.  You've told me that you want a normal family like those of the
girls you know."

"They don't have sex with their dads."

"Have I ever touched you inappropriately, sweetheart?"

"You feel my legs."

"Is that so bad?"

"I guess not."

* * *

"You won't believe this, Fred!" Lori exclaimed.  "Ed called me today!"

"Ed who?"

"Ed Walsh!  You remember him?"

"The guy who took your cherry?"

"The very one.  He wants to visit and catch up with old times."

"Catch up?  He's looking to score with you again?"

"Maybe.  Would you mind, little brother?"

"You put me in my place with that 'little brother' shit, Lori.  How
about 'implicit husband and father of your daughter' for starters?"

"We can't live like this forever, Fred.  It's not normal.  Even
Christine has mentioned it."

"Mentioned what?"

"Incest, although she didn't use that word.  I love you, Fred, and I'll
always be there for you, but I want to find a guy, get married and have
another kid."

"And a normal life?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"With Ed Walsh?"

"Why not?  He was my first, and I loved him then.  He was one of the few
guys I've fucked who didn't leave me feeling like a slut."

"So, you want me to move out?"

Lori kissed my nose.  "Not yet, Fred.  Maybe all Ed wants is to get
laid."

"And you'd agree?"

"In a flash!"

* * *

Walsh was Lori's age, twenty seven.  He was a big, strapping fellow with
a ready smile and handsome face.

"Do you mind, Fred?" Lori asked me in the kitchen after dinner while
Christine entertained Ed in the living room.  "I want to spend some time
with him."

"I do mind, Lori.  I'm jealous, but you're free to fuck whomever you
want.  I'll take Christine to a movie so that you can get it on with
Ed."

"I really appreciate that, little brother.  He's just passing through.
He won't be around very long."

Ed quickly removed his hand from my daughter's thigh, when I entered the
room.  They were sitting together on the couch.

"Come on," I said to the girl.  "We're going to a movie."

Although seemingly reluctant to leave the house, she eventually went
with me to my car.

"What's Ed doing here, Daddy?" she asked as I backed down the driveway.

"He's going to have sex with your mother.  He was her first guy."

"Mom has a lot of men," she mumbled, "but not so many since you moved
in."

"He won't stay long, precious," I assured the girl.

In the dark movie house, which was mostly empty, Christine snuggled to
me in my one arm embrace.  I got hard as I fondled high up on her soft
near thigh.

"Please don't" she said, when my fingers touched her panty-clad groin.

"I'm sorry, darling.  It's just that I have an urgent desire to have sex
with you."

"Please don't ask me, Daddy."

"I won't, but what if I did ask?"

"You're my daddy.  I love you."

We snuggled and kissed for the duration of the movie, to which we paid
little attention.  I fondled her well-fleshed limbs, but I did not
otherwise touch her illicitly.

* * *

Lori was asleep, when we returned home, and Christine immediately went
up to bed.  I stayed downstairs with Ed.

"Did you put your clothes back on for my sake?" I asked him.

"Actually, I was thinking about Christine.  I didn't want to be too
obvious."

I brought forth a liter of Scotch and we settled in the living room for
some serious drinking.

"I assume that Christine is your daughter," he said.  "She resembles
you."

"Did Lori tell you back then that she and I were having sex?"

"Not in so many words, but I knew."

"We were just kids, Ed."

He and I threw back the drinks, and before long I had to bring out
another bottle.  We talked about the war in Iraq.  He had served there
as a Marine captain.  We grew tipsy and verged on drunkenness.

"May I ask an impertinent question, Fred?"

My silence gave him license.

"Do you make out with Christine too?  After all, incest is incest."

"No I don't, but only because she has made it clear that she doesn't
think girls should have sex with their fathers.  I haven't really
touched her."

"She's a fine looking girl for a twelve year old, Fred.  Her limbs are
so nicely formed and the little titties are a real turn-on."

"To you?"

"To any male, Fred.  You know that for yourself."

I cannot reproduce a semblance of our slurred speech.  We were getting
drunk.

"She could have been your daughter, Ed, had your sperm arrived before
mine."

"That would have been a problem.  We were only fifteen then.  At least
you and Lori kept it in the family.  Now we're older.  To bad I'll never
have children."

"Why's that, Ed?"

"In Iraq I ran over an IED that blew my balls off.  I spent two months
in a hospital."

"Jesus!  I'm really sorry about that.  What, then, did you and Lori do
tonight?"

"We fucked.  I can still get hard, and I also experience mild orgasms,
but nothing like before."

"At least that's something."

"My greatest pleasure now, Fred, is fondling female flesh."

"I saw you touching Christine's thigh earlier today."

"She has great legs, but you already know that."

"Of course.  I also stroke them, but she protests, if I try to go
farther than that.  She's afraid of sex, which, I suppose, is normal for
a girl her age."

"I can't say.  The youngest girl I've ever had was Lori.  She was
fifteen."

"I've fucked an eleven year old, Ed.  It wasn't much fun, although I
came off.  She was too scrawny and she cried at the hurt."

"Christine is certainly not scrawny, Fred!  She possesses a beautiful,
half-grown body with the face of a little girl."

"Tell me about it!"

Later, I stumbled up the stairs to bed after Ed passed out on the sofa.

* * *

It happened so quickly.  I should have known.

Lori and I went off to work the next morning while Ed and Christine
remained asleep.  When we returned, Ed was gone.  Christine acted
strangely.

"What's the matter, darling?" Lori asked our daughter.

The girl remained silent for a moment then looked up.

"I let Ed do what he wanted.  It really hurt!  It's all your fault!"

* * *

A few weeks later, after Christine experienced her first period, Lori
put her on the pill.

"I know what you're thinking, Fred," Lori told me.  "What happened to
Christine amounts to rape.  That doesn't give you permission to take her
to bed.  She's damaged, but she's still too young."

"If she wants me, I'll have her!" I exclaimed.  "Ed Walsh has deflowered
both you and our daughter.  It's humiliating!"

"Calm down, Fred," she said, embracing me.  "You still have a lot to
teach Christine, because Ed has always been an in and out sort of guy.
He doesn't have a clue about foreplay."

I waited a couple of months before confronting Christine about having
sex.  She was almost thirteen.  I entered her room then lay beside her
on the bed.  Lori was at work.  The girl was clad just in panties and a
flimsy upper garment.  Her body was sexually magnificent.

"I want to ask you," I said after kissing her lips.

"About what?"

"You know."

I fondled the soft flesh of her near thigh high up.

"I'm sorry about what I did with Ed, Daddy.  I was curious."

"Have you lost your curiosity, precious?"

"I'll do what you want."

"But what do you want?"

"Teach me, Daddy," she whispered into my ear.

* * *

We made love.  Although she was at first fearful of my cock's size, she
soon clasped me as we kissed.

I suckled her pointy breasts then licked lower on her body.

"What are you doing?" she cried as my tongue finally touched her lightly
haired labia.

In a delirium I ate her out as Lori had taught me, bringing the girl to
climax twice before mounting her.  I looked down at her pretty, little
girl face then pushed my cock into her feminine opening.  It was good,
better than I had anticipated.  Christine was a screamer like her
mother.

* * *

"Fred," Lori said in a subdued voice.  It was months later.  I had been
regularly sleeping with my daughter.  "Ed called today.  He wants to
marry me."

"I thought you wanted another kid," I responded.

"Yes.  I said as much."

"So?"

"He told me you can take care of that part."

"Jesus!"

She chuckled and kissed my lips.  "I'm going off the pill today."


END
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