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Sibling wish - Simon - 11-25-2025
I recognized the signs. I recognized them because I had seen and displayed them as a boy in my pre-teen and early teens. For centuries, it was known in most cultures that with the sexual maturation of boys and their young bodies flooded with intense, previously unexperienced feelings, the temptation was great to view sisters as more than just siblings. To curb the natural instincts of boys and girls, it was often boys who temporarily left their families.
Sometimes boys were isolated in a group with a spiritual leader who helped them through the early years of puberty. Sometimes boys lived with a favorite uncle or another important family member or friend. Here, boys learned to resist sexual and other temptations and how to avoid or deal with such things. Parents knew that boys were often more likely to listen to adults who weren't their parents. This had been the case for millennia.
In other cultures, siblings were allowed to mate, but under the supervision of one or both parents. Such unions were often celebrated as part of their coming of age. In other cultures, the father or mother assumed the role of teaching their children the mysteries of sexuality, love, care, compassion, and the desire to pleasure their partner in front of themselves.
At the first sign of pubic hair, a boy might spend anywhere from one night to a week in his mother's arms, learning how to satisfy both a woman and himself. She would suck his penis and let him ejaculate in her mouth before he was allowed to fuck her, and he would typically fuck her multiple times in both her vagina and anus before his apprenticeship, however long, was over. Few women complained about being repeatedly fucked by an enthusiastic adolescent. They often shared the experience with other women, some of whom were jealous that their vaginas weren't receiving as much attention anymore.
In girls, this often happened after the onset of menarche and their first period. The father would explain to his daughter the erogenous zones of her own body and the male body. He taught her how to satisfy her partner and herself. He would masturbate in front of her so she could see, feel, and perhaps even taste the fluid that ejaculated into her vagina, either out of pleasure or to conceive a child. His penis would then be the first to penetrate her body, filling her with his semen. Because of the pain, it wasn't always possible for girls to be fucked multiple times in one night, so the fucking was repeated over several days. Other girls had no problem with their father fucking them multiple times in one session. Often, before it was over, he would also fuck them anally. The methods and practices varied, but the subject matter was the same. Children were introduced to sex during puberty. With increasing awareness and the influence of white religions, this practice fell into oblivion. Even the idea of needing to know a son's desires for his sister usually went unnoticed. This did not prevent the sibling incest in any way; it merely remained hidden. So to speak.
It should be mentioned here that boys weren't the only ones driven by hormones. Girls often had the same desires and viewed their brothers, whether younger or older, as potential recipients of those desires. A tail in the bush, pun intended, was always better than fingers or vegetables.
In my family, incest was committed in the presence of a parent. This didn't mean it was obligatory between siblings. It wasn't coercion, but if a parent noticed what they perceived as flirtatious behavior, the process was initiated with the children's consent.
When I was almost 13, my mother took me to her bedside. I stood there and watched as she slowly undressed until she was naked in front of me. Her breasts looked beautiful. Her pubic hair was short, and I was completely captivated. Wearing only panties and a T-shirt, she could clearly feel my erection, especially since I couldn't keep my hands off it. When she was finished, she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs slightly spread. She let me step forward and carefully pulled off my T-shirt. "Oh, my Denis, you're so excited, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mom, that's me. You're so beautiful." She took my hand and placed it on her breasts and told me to feel as much as I wanted, and I did. I was amazed at how soft and supple they were. My mother pulled off my underwear, revealing about 12 centimeters of my throbbing, youthful erection.
"You're a big boy, Denis, a beautiful boy." She cupped my hairless testicles, then fondled my penis, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen glans.
In my family, all the boys were uncircumcised due to our European heritage. The adults in our family considered it a farce that boys had lost a very sensitive part of their reproductive system.
"You'll make me inject myself, Mom, if you don't stop."
"That's alright, son, next time you'll last longer." She stroked me half a dozen times.
before I had the best orgasm of my young life and squirted a few drops of watery semen onto her pussy, which she wiped up and licked off her hand.
From then on, she leaned back and gave me an anatomy lesson, showing me everything, which I then let her touch or finger. I sucked on her breasts, which I loved, and which made her moan softly and run her fingers through my hair. She showed me how to lick her pussy, which I didn't particularly enjoy, but I liked it nonetheless. I fingered her too. She sucked my cock, but only after I came.
"I love your little pubic hairs, Denis; they're so cute." I was quite proud of those dozen or so little black strands. After she'd sucked my cock and licked my asshole, my mother leaned back, spread her legs, and invited me inside. I was glad I'd already come, otherwise I would have ejaculated as soon as I was all the way in. As it was, I lasted almost three minutes, fucking my mother as hard as I could while she gripped my incredibly small ass.
I was alone with her for two days and fucked my mother a dozen or more times, both in her pussy and her ass. The last time, I lasted almost 15 minutes, during which she came three times. On the second night, my father joined us, and we spent three hours together in bed. He sucked my cock and I sucked his, I fucked him and he fucked me. We did it together, Mom's cock in her pussy and mine in her ass. I was so exhausted when it was over that I stayed home from school the next day. And she fucked me before my siblings came home from school.
Sex between parent and child is almost obligatory, especially for boys, to help raise the child. Sibling sex isn't, at least not in our family. If siblings don't show signs of attraction, we don't encourage it, even though we might wish it were true. We believed that experience before a relationship helps strengthen those bonds. That old nonsense about wanting to be a virgin was complete rubbish, invented by men who probably would never have sex. Unless it was with a boy.
Nevertheless, if signs of flirting or interest from the siblings appear, we deal with them accordingly.
When I was 14 and my sister was 11, my mother talked to her, and she said yes, she wanted me to be her first lover. Mom and Dad thought his penis was too big for their first. Mine wasn't a pint. Mom had spent time with Penny and talked to her about female genitalia and sexual practices. They had licked each other's pussies, sucked on each other's breasts, and licked only Penny's nipples. When we got together, her hymen was gone, like many girls', but she was still a virgin. At 14, I was just under 17 cm. Penny was just as fascinated by my penis as I was by her smooth little pussy.
My foreskin totally fascinated her, as did my large testicles and my thick, hard cock. I loved that everything was smooth and smaller than our mothers' and seemed as fresh and untouched as a mountain meadow. Our parents both complimented my size, which made me puff myself up a little. I was surprised at how well my little sister could suck my cock and learned that Mom had had her experience with carrots and cucumbers and decided not to put any of that in Penny's pussy. Speaking of which, I loved licking pussies even back then, and my sister's was the best. Even the smell down there was different from my mother's. I hoped that Penny and I could sleep together for at least another year or two.
When it was time to fuck her, Penny was lying on her back with a pillow under her ass. I got into position and fingered her the way I'd been taught until she told me she was ready. I knelt right next to her so that when my fingers came out, the head of my penis slid inside her. She cried out, and I stayed still until she was ready, then slowly slid my cock into her pussy. God, she was tight and gripped my hard cock. Our parents watched as I fucked their little daughter and kept praising her as I slowly increased my speed until Penny moaned and grunted every time I thrust into her. I didn't come inside her because Mom wanted her to see what cum looked like.
When it was time, I pulled out and jerked off, spraying her stomach and pussy with a lot of cum. When it was over, we talked about it, and when I asked Penny, she said she'd like to do it again. The parents left us alone, and we started hugging and kissing and playing with each other's things. Penny took her time exploring me, which I enjoyed. We fucked three more times and took a break to go downstairs and get something to eat, completely naked, of course. My sister and I kept fucking until I went to college at 18. During that time, she got really great tits, which I loved to suck on. Also, a few of my cousins asked me to fuck them, one of them being an 11-year-old boy who was clearly gay. I happily obliged, since I'd done that with a lot of friends during middle school. So, off to college. That's where I met my future wife. Charlene, aka Charlie, was just starting law school when I was. My goal was to get a degree in finance and then go to law, but I ended up with a double degree in finance and financial planning with a minor in accounting. I tended to be a bit of an overachiever at times. By the time I was in my senior year, Charlie graduated top of her class and went straight to work for the district attorney's office. She immediately made headlines as a pit bull and won 92% of her cases.
We married a year later, between my graduation in the top 3% of my class and the start of law school. After a few years with the district attorney's office, she opened her own practice, fighting for the underdog and usually winning. She earned $800,000 in her first year. Charlie gained a reputation as a very tough lawyer to beat. Generally, it was easier and cheaper to reach a settlement when she was on the other side of the table. By the time I graduated, we were in the top 5% of my class and were multimillionaires.
I started working at her law firm, and shortly after, she was pregnant with our son, Ashlan. I took on some of her cases while she was off, but she handled all the research and strategy planning. Not that I couldn't do it, but she was better than me, and that's saying something. I also took on my own cases, mostly in my area of expertise, which was finance. I also helped her clients who had won large settlements and helped them develop sound financial plans. Yes, they were billed for my services.
Two years after Ash's release, Kaitlyn arrived. About six months later, we saw a news report about parents introducing their children to sex. Sometimes it was with adults, sometimes with siblings. A common thread was that they were naturists, so nudity was already accepted. We talked about it afterward and agreed there were some compelling arguments for the practice, as long as dignity and respect were maintained. We agreed it seemed plausible. The topic of our children came up, and we asked if it was something we should consider. That prompted a revelation from Charlie, which led to my own.
Her parents had adopted this practice and then teamed up to educate their three sons at the onset of puberty. When Charlie was 12, she was asked to choose a brother but couldn't decide. Her parents decided to observe the situation while all three brothers put her to bed. The boys were 13, 14, and 15 years old. They were very tender and caring and took the time to explain their bodies to their little sister, whom they adored as much as she adored her. The boys took turns sucking her growing breasts and licking her almost hairless vulva. Of course, she sucked all three boys' penises—really nice ones, measuring 13, 15, and over 18 centimeters respectively. The boys taught Charlie how to suck penises by pleasuring each other. They also masturbated for her so she could see what semen was. After about 45 minutes of foreplay, during which the boys also licked each other, the time had come.
They went first, according to size, with Josef going first. He didn't last long before he ejaculated his watery semen inside her. Charlie loved it from the start. Having a hard cock in her pussy was the best thing ever, and three in a row was incredible. She also got to watch Josef get fucked by Filip, her middle brother, while Jason, the oldest, pounded her tight young pussy hard. She continued fucking her brothers throughout middle school, often two at once and sometimes all three.
There she discovered the joys of double penetration. She'd also slept with some of her cousins, one of whom was an adopted Black boy. She was 13 and he was 15, and a gorgeous 15 at that. When she first saw his Black cock, she almost fainted. Gregory thrust in like a wrist, with a head the size of a baby's fist. Charlie told me it was incredible, and she'd slept with the boy countless times before he went off to college. Charlie and I had a very active sex life, which included leafing through European magazines featuring depictions of sex between adults and children. The internet was still just an idea.
When Ash was eleven and Kat was almost nine, Charlie was murdered. In short, she had won a major lawsuit against an equally major corporation. Her settlement amounted to several million dollars. The founder and CEO was an extremely erratic 74-year-old man. He confronted her one evening on the sidewalk outside our office and shot her in the face at point-blank range, killing her instantly. It appeared he intended to shoot himself, but a few passersby managed to disarm him. He was found guilty of murder, and a civil suit brought $25 million into our bank accounts. And he served a life sentence.
I don't want to say that the parents in our families were overly vigilant, because they weren't, and I wasn't either. But we were observant and noticed behaviors that other parents would probably miss. Ash was almost 14, Kat was in her mid-twelve, when I first noticed my child's behavior.
I hadn't seen Ash naked since he was twelve, but I noticed he filled out a pair of underpants quite nicely. He was a well-proportioned boy, and like his sister, he wore his dark brown hair in a businessman-style cut—short around the ears and neck, longer on top. His face was perfectly smooth, dominated by large, hazel eyes that sometimes seemed to have a greenish tint. His nose was narrow, his mouth desirable, and overall, Ash was a handsome boy, though not in the least bit feminine.
Kat had the same features, but wore her wavy hair long, about halfway down her back and past her growing breasts. Like her mother, Kat started developing early and was already the size of a girl at least a year older. This girl would be a siren when she grew up. She'd had her first period, which she'd told me. Since there was no woman in the house, she absolutely had to tell me.
The first thing I noticed was the sideways glances they exchanged when the other person wasn't looking. Kat's gaze usually wandered to Ash's shorts or, on the rare occasions when he wore them, to his underwear. At home, he typically wore boxer shorts, and I could tell from the tuft of fur that my boy was developing well. But then he started wearing briefs more often and a longer T-shirt. Kat was practically staring at his crotch. I have to say, my son had a killer bottom. Slim, but well-shaped, as his briefs clearly showed.
Ash's eyes were mostly drawn to his little sister's growing breasts, which she seemed to want to accentuate with her clothing. Sometimes she wore a top without a bra, making her nipples stand out. I noticed they were even more prominent when Ash wore panties.
As far as I knew, it was Kat who had "accidentally" shown herself first. She left the top of her robe open wide enough for her brother to catch a glimpse of her nipple and everything else. Ash returned the favor a few days later when, I was fairly certain, he also flashed her his breasts. He was wearing athletic shorts and, judging by the pom-pom I saw while cleaning the kitchen after dinner, he was wearing underwear. Not that underwear was anything new for him. I barely registered the whole thing out of the corner of my eye, but his sister's slight smile made me think she'd seen something down there, and I guessed it was probably my son's testicles.
That evening, I stopped by Ash's room to say goodnight, and since the door was ajar, I knocked lightly and went in. Ash was sitting at his desk in his underwear, and his hands quickly moved to his crotch. He noticed that I noticed. "I'm starting to get a little itchy, son," I asked with a slight smile. "What do you mean, Dad?" "Okay, is 'horny' a better word?" My son and I talked about this when he was 12, and we talked about everything.
He knew that masturbation was normal and okay. Like men, boys also needed to relieve their stress, which he did almost daily after school, like many boys. Scientific studies showed that it was a way to relieve the stress of being cooped up all day. Even so, he was quite aware that he masturbated just like him, but probably not as often. He also knew that he could talk to me about anything and everything, no matter how embarrassing it might be, and he did ask questions, though not often.
“Yes,” he said, blushing. “Sometimes I can’t help it. The damn thing always gets hard when it wants to.” I had to laugh out loud.
“Son, all boys learn this when they’re young, and it happens to men too, just not as often. And believe me, every grown man remembers what it was like at your age. It’s part of life. I just wanted to say goodnight,” then I kissed him. In our family, we always kissed on the mouth, and that’s exactly where I kissed him. “I’m leaving you alone now.” I turned to leave, and he said:
"Thank you, Dad." I turned around with a questioning look. "For that, for everything. I love you." I returned his love and left, closing the door behind me.
Like most girls, Kat swapped clothes with her friends, and some of her things were more revealing than others. One of these items was a babydoll pajama set. I caught her pulling the crotch to the side to show her brother her pussy, and as far as I could tell, it wasn't just a quick glance, but a longer one. I saw Ash stand up, and from where I was standing, he was rock hard, letting his sister see him hidden in his underwear. He pulled down his T-shirt and quickly left the room. I guessed he was going to jerk off.
After a month, it was clear the situation was escalating. Luckily for me, but not for my children, I was working from home after their mother's death. I sold the business for a decent sum, but mainly handled the finances from my home office. Therefore, the children weren't alone often or for long periods. Even so, I knew it would come to this. It was only a matter of time, and I had suspected time was running out. As I said, I thought Kat had started it, and I'd learned long ago that if a girl is ready, a boy is done for. Given his behavior, it was questionable whether my son would resist.
It was only by pure chance that I overheard Ash say to his sister in a hushed voice, "Laundry room when Dad's asleep." Our laundry room/dirty room was located between the kitchen and the garage and was perfect for her and me. For her, it was obviously a privacy separate from the bedrooms. There was hardly any chance of hearing her, even if she was screaming. For me, however, it was more than perfect.
First of all, a staircase led from the master bedroom down to the garage. There are many reasons why the homeowner did this, but I don't want to waste time speculating. As I mentioned, the laundry room was next to the garage, and naturally, a door connected the two rooms. And, as is typical, the door opened into the garage. This was probably why there was a window in the door. It wasn't large, but large enough to provide a good view of the triple garage. As it happened, there were blinds installed in this window. Furthermore, due to a defect in the mechanism, the door rarely closed properly. You had to lift the door slightly to close it, and even then, it sometimes opened on its own.
As a result, the door always seemed to be ajar, and we were still trying to close it completely. So I went down the back stairs in my underwear and socks. I pulled the blinds closed so I could see. They probably had the lights on and couldn't see me in the dark garage without looking closely. I made sure the door was open a crack so I could overhear their conversation. I had no plan, except to see how far my children would go. I fully intended to intervene if I thought it necessary. I can't deny that I had a certain lustful interest, because I did. How could I not, given my upbringing? But I really wanted to make sure my children were safe.
So, around 11 p.m., the light in the laundry room came on, and the two of them came in together. Ash was wearing his usual underwear and T-shirt, while my daughter was carrying her baby dolls. As soon as the door closed, Kat said, "Let me see, Ash." He quickly took off his shirt, hooked his thumbs in his underwear, pulled it down, stepped out of it, and then stood facing his sister, as naked as the day he was born. And hard. God, was he hard. His 18-centimeter-thick teenage cock stood almost vertically in the air, ready for anything. I felt my heart do somersault. "Oh God," Kat said, "he's so hard, so beautiful." She reached out, grasped her brother's engorged penis, and began to feel it.
Ash, for his part, stretched out both hands, cupped his little sister's breasts, and caressed them. "Take your clothes off, Kat, I want to see you naked too." He gently stroked his penis while his sister removed her pajamas and stood in front of him. "You're so beautiful, Kat," he said, moving closer and kissing his sister on the mouth. Kat returned the kiss, and soon it became a passionate kiss with tilted heads and moving mouths. Ash's hand rubbed his sister's vulva while hers moved to his penis. In that brief moment, my daughter was still hairless, her labia completely smooth, though they were stretching. I watched as Ash pulled away, caressing one of his sisters' breasts, then lowered his head and began to suckle. Kat moaned loudly and held her brother's head. Finally, he stopped and knelt down. That's when I saw that my suspicion was correct. My daughter had no hair on her 12-year-old vulva. Ash began licking the slit up and down, then opened it to work on her clitoris and inner labia, and also to take care of her pussy.
He didn't stay long, but had her turn around, lean on the counter, and stick her ass out. God, she was beautiful, and this position made it even better. Ash went down on her thoroughly, even licking his sister's asshole before he stepped back. He finally stood up, and she turned around. "I really need to fuck you, Kat. I need to put my cock in your pussy." "I want to too, Ash, but first I want to try sucking you." Mimicking her brother's position, she knelt down, pulled on his thick cock, licked all over the head, and then started sucking it. Apparently, she knew enough to cover her teeth. "Oh, damn, Kat, that feels good. I could cum in your mouth." She told him he'd better not. Finally, she stood up. "Fuck me now, Ash, put it in my pussy and fuck me." They were facing each other, and my son tried to penetrate his sister's vagina, but he wasn't very successful. The position can be difficult for a boy who's never done it before.
And as far as I knew, my son's penis had never been inside a vagina.
An asshole, I was pretty sure of that, but not a cunt.
"Try lifting this leg, Kat," he said. She did, and he kept fiddling with it, so I decided to intervene. I opened the door, and the freshly oiled hinges made no sound. Before they knew it, I was standing next to them.
"Come on, let me help."
“Dad!” my son called out and tried to move away. I told him to stay there.
Kat started to cry.
"Shh, baby, it's okay. Now turn to the side and lean against me." She did as I asked, so I lifted her outer leg. My other hand slid between her legs from behind and found her pussy, into which I slipped a finger. "Go on, son, press your cock against my finger, and this is the hole." I felt his cock touch me, so I moved my hand, then grabbed his cock, guided it to her, and felt it slide inside her. Kat gasped as her vagina was spread apart to make room for what I took to be her first cock. Her brother's cock. "Now fuck her, son. Fuck your sister right." He did his best, but slipped out again, so I helped him back in. "I can feel your cock against my back, Daddy." It feels like you're hard and
"It feels big."
"He's big," my son groaned as he fucked his sister. I kept my hand down there and felt my son's cock as he fucked my daughter's cunt. I even managed to feel his balls as he moved. Kat moved her free hand down and behind her, searching for my cock, and found the end.
“My leg is getting tired,” Kat said, and Ash said his was too. I suggested he pull out. And when he did, I said, “Let’s go to my room so you two can fuck in a decent environment.” As they picked up their clothes, Kat asked me to get naked too, so I dropped my underwear.
"My goodness, Dad, it's huge," said my daughter.
“I love your penis, Dad,” Ash said. “I hope mine grows that big too.” I assured him that it would. The next question was obvious, and the answer was:
"No, I'm not angry at all." This prompted more questions, but by then we were already upstairs and going into my room. "Listen. This is a long story. How about we wait until you've both had a good night's sleep, and then we can talk. Can I assume you're both virgins, or were this morning when you woke up?" Kat and my son confirmed this. I didn't pursue it further because I thought he'd already slept with boys.
In my bedroom, we all dropped our clothes—not that there were many—and climbed onto my oversized bed. I saw that my son had almost completely lost his erection and offered to help him get it up again. He grinned and told me to go ahead. I took his penis in my mouth for the first time in about 12 years, put my mouth over the end, and began to suck.
“Oh, damn it, Dad,” Ash groaned. Kat was smart enough not to ask her brother a question, but that didn't stop her from asking me one.
"Can I play with your penis, Daddy?" I had actually wanted to wait until after the children had had sex before answering that question. I didn't want to diminish their experience. On the other hand, I couldn't say no, could I?" Moments later, their little hands were groping, pulling, rubbing, and exploring everything.
except my asshole.
“Damn, Dad, you suck dicks way better than Jaime,” said Jaime, his best friend and practically his second son. Kat asked if he’d ever sucked boys’ dicks before, and he said yes, but they could talk about that later. When he was hard again, I pulled away.
“You have to lift your sister’s head again, boy,” I told him. Kat lay down on the bed, and Ash moved between her spread legs, then lowered his torso to kiss her and then breastfeed her. Like most women of a certain age, having a mouth on her breast filled her body with sensation. I was incredibly aroused because my son’s cock was right at the smooth gateway to paradise, the head touching his sister’s cleft.
Then he slid off the bed and, kneeling, began to lick his sister's pussy. The boy licked, slurped, and sucked, which made Kat moan loudly and sometimes hold her brother's head. I couldn't help but slowly stroke my cock.
"I think you should fuck me now, Ashy," Kat said, using her nickname for her brother. I placed a pillow under her delicate little bottom, and my son got into position. Watching my boy's healthy, hard cock approach his sister's pussy almost made me come. It was such a glorious scene. Ash remained kneeling, his sister's legs draped over his thighs, and began to move his glans up and down Kat's pussy. He poked and prodded with it, teasing the opening of her slit. Kat gasped heavily with anticipation. Ash finally stopped and began to slide his thick head into her cunt. I sat right next to them and watched the penetration, which made my cock throb. It was incredible to watch my son's cock slowly slide into his first real pussy, and the fact that it was his sister made it even more incredible. Parents have no idea what a thrill this is, and not just because of the sex itself, but also because they're witnessing a life milestone and losing their virginity. When Ash was all the way down, he leaned over and placed his palms on the bed next to her ribcage. "How are you, Kat?" he asked her. "I'm fine, Ashy, it feels good to have your hard-on inside me. Go on, fuck me now, okay?" Then he fucked her. Once again, it was incredibly hot watching your kids do this. My cock was throbbing. I wanted to get in there and do something, anything, but I held back. This was their time, not mine. If either of them had invited me, I would have gladly done it. I assumed that, given her previous behavior, my daughter wanted me to fuck her.
Ash got into a nice, steady rhythm, using his whole cock. I rubbed his ass while he fucked her, then moved behind him to see the direct connection. I loved the sight, but knowing they were my kids made it even hotter. Ash's thick cock opened my daughter up pretty wide, and those big, fat balls hanging in the air and then pressing against her ass were incredible. I wanted to stick my fingers in there and explore, and even thought, hey, they both wouldn't mind at all, it was still their thing, and I didn't want to take away their thunder and lightning. Kat made an "ugh" sound every time her brother thrust his cock into her. Ash's panting was getting faster too, so I knew he was close to coming, which he announced a few moments later. "I'm about to, Dad, what should I do? Can I fuck my sperm into her?" I knew her period had ended at least a week ago, so she was safe in that regard. The question was whether he should masturbate so she could see his semen. "You'd better hurry, Dad," my son blurted out.
"Come on and cum inside her son." A moment later, Ash grunted and exclaimed, "Oh God." He continued fucking her, paused and pressed himself tightly against her to penetrate every possible millimeter, and then continued fucking her. I was kneeling beside the bed, slowly stroking my cock, when Ash finally slowed down and then stopped.
"Stay in her son." He smiled at me.
"I know, Dad. I know that feeling." So he admitted that he slept with boys.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?” Kat asked.
“Yes, Dad, you should fuck Kat.” My daughter repeated her question, then added, “Please.” My heart was pounding. It had been at least ten years since I’d fucked a little girl. I’d had the chance to fuck a classmate’s little sister in my senior year of high school. He and I had fucked her together at home while her parents went out to dinner. I remembered that night well. The little slut had been a real hot piece of ass. Her brother and I had fucked her twice before we had sex together. Then I fucked him while she used a vibrator on her pussy. “Okay, baby,” I said to Kat. Ash slowly pulled out of her, and as I moved between her legs, I saw my son’s cum oozing out of her. So I pushed her legs back, pressed my face against her smooth slit, and sucked up as much as I could. Kat was totally turned on and cried out several times as I licked her flesh and enjoyed swallowing my son’s cum. Finally, I was in position and teased her pussy a little with my glans before gently sliding it inside. Since she'd been fucked recently, her muscles were a bit loose, so I pushed in a little harder. I pushed my cock all the way in and was surprised to find my pubic hair on her pussy and my heavy balls against her ass.
Then I fucked her. As before, my son walked behind us, shouting that he could see everything. "Damn, Daddy, the edge of her pussy is moving with your cock." I knew it. I won't go into it any further, except to say that fucking my daughter was a total thrill. She immediately started moaning and groaning, and I ended up making her come before I did. Kat almost screamed as she reached her climax. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, oh God, Daddy, oh my God." Ash was a little confused until I actually told him she came. I fucked her harder, and a moment later, I was there. "I'm going to pull it out, baby, and jerk off so you can see what cum looks like." She propped herself up on her elbows, and as I pulled my cock out of her, she stared at it. I started going at it, and a moment later, I told her to watch. The stream of sperm hit her chin, and the next three left long white trails on her chest and stomach.
After the fourth thrust, I penetrated her again and fucked her even harder, which brought her to orgasm once more as my own climax subsided. Finally, it was over, and we both stood there panting. I then told her to hold my hands, and I moved, lifting her up and getting on my knees with my cock still inside her. Face to face, Kat pressed her mouth to mine for some very unladylike kisses, including her tongue.
"I like it, Daddy, being so close on your lap, with your big cock in my pussy. She likes having it in there. It feels good."
“She,” Ash asked, giggling.
“Just like your penis is a he,” she said. “I’ve heard guys talk about their penises like that before.” I helped us to our feet and carried her into the bathroom before lifting her off me. Semen was running down her leg, so she slumped onto the toilet and peed. Ash was quite interested in this process, as she’d never seen it before. All the toilet seats in our house are bidets, so Kat pressed the right buttons and showered before drying herself and then getting off the toilet.
“So, children,” I said, “I think we should have a chat. How about we go downstairs and get something to eat?”
"Can we just stay naked, Daddy?"
"Baby, we can stay naked as much as we want now." Kat jumped up and down like the young girl she was.
"Oh how nice."
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