Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between an adult male and a girl and boy, and between a girl and boy, below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.
Just so there is absolutely no ambiguity, in the light of recent events at my other blog, this story is a complete fantasy, based on a dream. None of it has ever happened, not in my experience, at least, and none of the characters exist in any form in the real world. It is all completely imaginary. So, if you're not prepared to read about incest and inter-generational relationships, DO NOT read beyond this disclaimer, and, if you do choose to read, please don't then criticise me for writing it. You have been warned.
SB
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The kids are quiet, I thought to myself. Not that they were ever particularly rowdy, as kids go, but, like many parents, if they were too quiet, I had a tendency to suspect that something was 'going on'. I was their 'sole carer' that week, the first full week of the school holidays, my wife being away at a conference connected with her job as a social services manager, something that happened a couple of times a year, so I'd taken some annual leave to make sure that there was someone around to look after them. Because they were young enough to need some full-time supervision, my daughter Caroline, Carrie as she was usually known, being just a week past her eleventh birthday, while her brother Joe was some fifteen months younger, looking forward avidly to being a 'big boy' of ten in the autumn. I'd been engrossed in surfing the net on the computer in the study downstairs, and, as is the way with such things, an hour and more had slipped by without me really noticing. I listened for any sound of activity in the house, but could hear nothing. What were they up to? I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and made my way to the foot of the stairs, ascending with a view to heading to the toilet while discreetly checking on my offspring and their doings. Just as I took the last couple of steps to the level of the upstairs hallway, I heard something. From the direction of my daughter's bedroom. A low, drawn-out sighing moan, in a child's voice, but which child, I couldn't possibly have said.
"Oooohhhh."
The door was ajar, and while I couldn't see into the room directly, as I drew level with the frame, I could see most of the room reflected in the large mirrored doors of my daughter's fitted wardrobe. And what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. My daughter was lying on her back on the bed, her eyes closed, her mouth smiling rapturously, while my son lay on top of her, between her splayed thighs, his narrow hips undulating in the timeless, unmistakable rhythm of coitus. My kids were having sex! With each other! I was just about to burst into the room and confront them, when Carrie spoke, her words freezing me in place in sheer disbelief.
"Oh, Joey, that feels so, so good, much better than when you do it with your fingers! Don't stop, please, go faster, I'm going to have a cummy in a minute!"
"Carrie, it feels great for me, too, ten times better than when you stroke my dick! I wish we'd done this ages ago," my son panted out, "I'm gonna cum as well, really soon!"
I groaned, inwardly. I knew I should stop them, but I couldn't move a muscle, say a word. Not only was I witnessing my two beautiful children making love, I was, almost certainly, witnessing them losing their virginities as well. I was both transfixed, and instantly, agonisingly aroused.
"Oooohhhh, yessss, oh Joey, harder, do it harder!"
My daughter thrust her hips erratically upwards, her face and neck flushing deep red, very obviously in the throes of orgasm. Joe slammed into her one last time before squeaking out a series of high-pitched gasps, his own orgasm racking his little frame.
"Joey, I can feel it jumping inside me! It feels so amazing!"
"Oh, Carrie, it's heaven, I love it! I love you!" The boy went back to thrusting, albeit not quite as vigourously as before, eliciting another series of moans from his sister, and gasps from himself, before finally slowing to a halt, carefully lowering his light weight onto her body. Their lips met, and they kissed tenderly.
"I love you, too, Joey. You're the best brother in the world!"
Joe rolled onto the bed beside the girl, his erection still throbbing visibly. My God, how beautiful he was, his cheeks flushed in the afterglow of his pleasure, how beautiful they both were, I could hardly believe it. Carrie gripped his three inches or so of flesh in her fingers, and Joe squirmed.
"Not yet, Carrie, please, it's too tickly at the moment."
"Sorry, Joey, I forgot."
"It's alright, it'll stop tickling in a minute. Do you want to do it again?"
"Yeah! Shall we do it like in that video we saw, with me on top?"
That was one potential question answered, anyway, where they might have learned about sex. Carrie's school had given a short series of sex education lessons to her age group, shortly before the end of the past school year, and she'd asked me a series of follow-up questions, which I'd tried to answer as honestly as possible, without being what I considered to be too graphic, but it was at a fairly basic level, and certainly didn't stretch to a list of sexual positions. I wondered what they'd seen, presumably online, and how, because my wife and I were fairly switched on in terms of the risks of what was on the net, and what precautions we could undertake to minimise those risks.
"Oh yeah!" Joe enthused. "I bet that would be great!"
"Are you ready yet?"
"Think so." The boy squeezed his still rock-hard flesh experimentally. "Yeah, let's do it now!"
I crept away from the door just as Carrie straddled her brother's thighs. My emotions were so mixed - I felt I was being the worst parent in the world, having seen what I had seen but done nothing to stop what was happening, while on the other hand being almost overwhelmed by its raw eroticism, the almost oxymoronic innocence of their passion for each other. There appeared to be nothing contrived in what they were doing, it was simply two young mammals expressing themselves in a completely natural way. It was....beautiful. Nothing less. However much 'society' would condemn it, and condemn me for not separating them and punishing them severely. And there was also desire, on my part. I wanted them. Both of them. I barely had to touch my penis, in the bathroom mere seconds later, to spark one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. The flood of guilt I felt immediately afterwards brought tears to my eyes. What the hell was I going to do now?
****
An hour or so later, Carrie came into the study, where I'd half-heartedly gone back to my perusal of sports news sites online.
"Hi, Daddy!"
"Hi, Babes. You OK?" I couldn't bring myself to look towards her face, I didn't want her to see my shame, the shame I was sure would be there, as vivid as a tattoo.
"Yeah!" Her voice was unusually breathy, still seeming to me to be tinged with the excitement of what had happened upstairs. "Daddy, can I ask you a question, please?"
"Course, sweetie. Ask away."
"Can....can a boy who doesn't make sperms yet get a girl pregnant?"
"No, there has to be an egg from the mother and a sperm from the father to make a baby. I thought you knew that."
"Yeah, I did sort of know, but I just wanted to make sure."
"Why, Babes?" It was a disingenuous question on my behalf, of course, but I felt an irresistible desire to probe, just a little, to see if she might volunteer anything about earlier events. She blushed, noticeably, but then looked me straight in the eye.
"You know why, Daddy. You saw us earlier on, didn't you? I could see your reflection in the mirror."
It was my turn to blush, furiously, while floundering for words. "I....um....I....yes, I suppose so."
"And then you went in the bathroom, and had a....wank, didn't you?"
This time, I was completely dumbstruck. Carrie giggled at my embarrassment.
"Did you like it? Watching us, I mean?"
I really didn't know what the truthful answer was, and said so. "I felt I should have stopped you, but I just couldn't make myself. Three-quarters, at least, of my brain was telling me it was wrong, and that I should be protecting you both, from yourselves, if you like, but, yes, it was very sexy, too. Men's brains work like that when it comes to sex, very visual. Seeing stuff is a big part of what turns most men on, and I'm no different."
I noticed another figure out of the corner of my eye, and turned to see Joe standing just outside the study, half hidden by the door frame. I beckoned him in, and he entered the room, looking nervous.
"Come here, tiger," I said quietly. He walked slowly towards me, I opened my arms to him, and we shared a hug, before I repeated the process with Carrie. "I'm not angry with you, either of you, but I think we need to talk about what you were doing, don't you? Let's go and get some drinks, and sit comfortably in the lounge to have a chat. OK?"
They both nodded, still looking a little nervous. A couple of minutes later, we were sitting together on the sofa, me in the middle, Joe to my right, leaning against the armrest with his legs draped across my knees, while Carrie curled herself up against my left side, her head resting on my shoulder, my arm encircling her gently.
"I'm going to ask you a couple of questions, and I want you both to tell me the truth, please. I know you're both normally honest, but this is important, so that's why I'm asking specially. Will you do that, please?" Nods of assent from both sides. "Have either of you done anything like that, any sex stuff, with anyone else?"
"No, Daddy," Carrie replied. Joe didn't speak, but shook his head emphatically.
"That's good, at least, I was worried that someone might have been making you do stuff you didn't want to. Where did you find out about it, then?"
"Well," Carrie began, "after I'd had the sex education at school, Joey wanted to know what they'd taught us, so we talked about it. I wanted to see his....dick, because I hadn't really seen one properly, except Joey's when he was little, and he said he'd show me, but I had to show him my....bits, too, so I said yes. His dick got hard when he got it out, and he let me touch it, and said it felt really nice, so I let him touch me, too, and it felt nice for me as well. We wanted to find out more about it, so we....looked it up on the Kindle."
I could have kicked myself into next week. We'd put parental control software on the main computer, and on the laptop the children shared, but I'd completely forgotten about my relatively new toy, and how it could connect to the internet via our wireless broadband. Joe spoke for the first time.
"We watched a few videos, Dad, I'm sorry. It looked like the people in the videos were having loads of fun, though, and we wanted to try. Carrie rubbed me until I got this really good feeling in my dick, and when I stroked on her....pussy, she got the good feelings, too, the cum feelings, you know."
"Was this afternoon the first....your first time actually having sex, I mean?"
"Yes," Carrie replied. "We've been talking about it for a while, about trying it, but we'd only stroked each other, and Joey had put his fingers in my pussy, before today. It felt really, really nice, Daddy, we both loved it!"
"Well, yes, I can understand that it feels good, but, really, at your ages...." My words sounded weak, not in the least heartfelt, even to myself, and both of the children picked up on that straight away.
"We shouldn't be doing it because we're too young, that's what you were going to say, wasn't it?" Carrie asked. "And because Joey's my brother, too, we found out what 'incest' means, it was in the dictionary."
"Well, if you know all that, you don't need me to tell you it's wrong, then."
"But it isn't wrong, Dad," Joe insisted. "We both want to do it, we both agreed, and we both like it, loads - and we love each other, too." There was a loaded pause. "I bet you....you'd like to do it with us, too, wouldn't you," he blurted out.
Once more, I was reduced to speechlessness.
"We both think you're really sexy, Daddy," Carrie said, before lightly kissing my cheek. "Much sexier than any of the people in those videos. Mummy's not here, why don't we all go and get in your big bed together."
I was drawing breath to say the 'right' thing, to tell them it was completely unthinkable, that it could and should never happen, when I almost jumped out of my skin. Joe's small hand had slid down to the front of my trousers, and was gently massaging my penis into an almost instantaneous, bursting erection. As I gasped, Carrie clamped her soft lips to mine, kissing me with undisguised lust.
"You do want to, don't you, Dad?" Joe whispered, in as seductive a way as I'd ever heard in my life. The combination of my son's hand and my daughter's lips washed away, as if by a tsunami, every last shred of 'morality' I thought, would have been convinced, was firmly in place only a couple of hours earlier.
"Come on, Daddy, we'll have loads of fun." Carrie had unglued her lips from mine, momentarily, before murmuring her words almost directly into my mouth. Within seconds, completely unprotesting, I was being led by both hands, one held by each of my children, towards the master bedroom, the very room where Joe had been conceived, soon after we'd moved into the house, a decade or so earlier.
"Can we undress you, Daddy?" I nodded, dumbly, the surreality of the whole situation having seemingly removed the power of speech from me. Two pairs of young hands nimbly unbuttoned, unzipped, uncovered their prize.
"Wow! Dad, that looks fantastic, it's soooo big!" Joe gushed, as he slid my underwear down towards my ankles. I wasn't, in fact, much, if at all, above average in endowment terms, but it was undoubtedly the largest penis either of my children had seen, in reality, at least.
"And it's so hard, too!" Carrie added, as she took my breath away with the gentle pressure of her soft hand on my flesh. "I love your hairs, as well, they're all curly and cute. I'm getting a few hairs, Daddy, did you see this afternoon?"
"No, sweetie, I didn't see that closely," I managed to say.
"I'll show you! You get undressed, too, Joey."
In hardly more time than it took to think it, my children stood before me, wearing nothing but big smiles. Both were slender, even Carrie's body being quite boyish in appearance, the only obvious sign of her incipient womanhood being small breast buds, still not even close to requiring her to wear a bra. There were, indeed, though, a few thin, light coloured threads of pubic hair immediately above the deepish indentation of her vulva. When I turned my attention to Joe, his penis was once again fully erect, the foreskin just retracted sufficiently to offer a glimpse of the tip of the deep red glans beneath, a thing of absolute beauty, pointing proudly towards the ceiling, above a tight little scrotum, not a hair in sight to mar his perfection.
"Do we look nice, Daddy?" Carrie looked towards me, expectantly.
"You are both very, very beautiful. I couldn't imagine anyone or anything more lovely."
"Awww, Daddy, thank you, you're so nice. And so sexy, too, you look lovely as well. Come on, let's all play!"
They manoeuvred me onto the centre of my king-size bed, and proceeded to explore me thoroughly, stroking, gripping. licking, kissing, until I was almost hyperventilating with what had become sensory overload. The inevitable couldn't be postponed for very long, and I gasped out a warning.
"Guys, guys, I'm going to cum, any second."
Joe concentrated his efforts on the head of my penis, rubbing it between the palms of his hands, while Carrie fondled my heavy testicles with a maddeningly delicate touch. I groaned as the almost painful first throb of my orgasm hit, propelling my semen a foot, at least, into the air. Joe didn't miss a beat, and simply kept stroking and stroking as four or five more spurts of the gooey fluid issued forth, gradually diminishing in volume and force, coating my genitals and my son's hands. He knew about over-sensitivity, as I'd learned earlier, so that when I reached out and gently stopped his caresses, he understood the reason.
"Was that good, Dad, did I do it right?" he beamed.
"Wonderful, Joey, one of the best of my whole life. And you helped to make it even better, Carrie, by playing with my balls so beautifully and carefully."
"Can I help you make some more sperms now, Daddy?" the girl asked, her eyes twinkling.
"I'll need a little rest first, men usually do after they've cummed. How about if we get cleaned up, then I help you two to feel good next?"
They both nodded enthusiastically, and, so, after using my discarded underwear to wipe the evidence of my passion from my body and their hands, I wasted no time in getting them into a position where I could pleasure both of them simultaneously, having Carrie kneel astride my head so my lips and tongue had access to her clitoris and vagina, while Joe knelt to my right, so I could tease and stroke his rigid little boyhood. After a couple of minutes, I got them to change places, suckling Joe's erection eagerly while my fingers explored between Carrie's legs, my fingertip dipping an inch or so into the clinging wetness of her nearly-virginal passage while my thumb circled on her sensitive nub of nerve-laden flesh. At that moment, Joe shuddered and the same little gasps as I'd heard at Carrie's bedroom door earlier came from his lips, his steel-hard penis jerking powerfully in my mouth, again and again. As Joe's orgasm ended, and he withdrew, panting, Carrie's climax began, and her hips lurched forward, impaling herself on the full length of my forefinger. She sucked in a ragged breath over her teeth, and, for a moment, I was terrified that I'd hurt her, but she kept bucking herself against my hand, moaning with delight.
"Ooohhh, Daddy, such a big cummy, more, please, more!"
I slid my large finger in and out of her by now very slippery vagina, and her first orgasm was followed almost immediately by another.
"Daddy, Daddy, I'm cumming again! Oh, Daddy, it's so good! I can't wait until you put your big dick in there, it'll be the best thing ever!"
As Carrie began to calm down, her thrusts becoming less urgent, the implications of what she'd said reverberated in my dazed mind. My immediate reaction was 'no, I can't, I could never do that to my little girl', but I couldn't make myself believe it. My body seemed to be overriding any trace of conscience, my desire for my daughter irresistible, undeniable. And for my son, too, because as I finally, slowly, pulled my finger from Carrie's body, Joe put his arms around my neck, taking his turn to kiss me passionately. His lips were parted, and I could feel his tongue, probing, exploring. I opened my mouth a little, and he dived in without hesitation, our tongues intertwining in the most erotic kiss imaginable. I was already well on the way back to full arousal before Joe's intervention, and after less than a minute of oral caresses, my erection was literally throbbing. He laid on top of me, grinding his own renewed erection into my stomach. Then a new sensation wrenched another sighing gasp from my lungs, a feeling of warmth and wetness lapping around my glans. Carrie was licking me with broad strokes of her little tongue, and the degree of stimulation was mind-boggling. Within what seemed like seconds, I was almost at the point of no return, not a place I wanted to reach at that moment.
"Carrie, sweetie, stop for a minute, please, I'm going to cum again otherwise, and I don't want to yet."
"Awww, Daddy, I wanted to make you cum! Can I, please?"
"Soon, darling, soon, but I'm not a boy like Joey, I can't cum over and over again, I'm too old for that!"
Carrie sniggered. "You're not old, Daddy! Well, not that old!"
"Thanks - I think!" I laughed. "Why don't you give Joey a cum with your mouth, you haven't done that yet, have you?"
"Yeah, please, Carrie," the boy chimed in, "it felt super awesome when Dad did it before."
"You can do Carrie at the same time if you like, Joey, lick her pussy, I mean."
"How?"
"Well, you can lay on your side with your head facing the bottom of the bed, and if Carrie lies beside you with her head at this end, you can both use your mouths on each other at the same time. It's called a sixty-nine, because the two people look a bit like the shape of the number. Do you both want to try?"
"Yeah!" they said, almost in unison, before scrambling into their respective places. Without the slightest preamble or hesitation, they began licking and sucking on each other's genitals with a vengeance, and it was only a matter of minutes before both children were riding the waves of another climax, Carrie moaning around Joe's pulsing penis, as he instinctively thrust his three inches between her lips in orgasmic abandon. As they came down from their sexual highs, they moved to kneel together face to face, and kissed again, tasting themselves on each other's lips, expressing their love for each other so sensuously, it brought tears to my eyes. Carrie saw me wiping the moisture away, and looked concerned.
"What's the matter, Daddy?"
"Nothing, sweetie, it was just so....so lovely, to see you two kiss like that. And to see you giving each other so much pleasure, too. I'm so lucky to have two such special people in my life." A few more tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes.
Carrie and Joe both scooted over to where I was sitting, propped against the headboard, and embraced me. I wrapped an arm around each of them, and we hugged each other for long minutes. Eventually, we moved a little apart, and Carrie looked into my eyes once more.
"Daddy...." she began hesitantly. "Daddy....will you....do it with me now? Like I was doing with Joey earlier, I mean. Put your dick inside me, please, Daddy."
"I....I don't know, Carrie. I might hurt you, and I couldn't bear that. You've got to remember I'm a fully grown man, and you're still a young girl, with lots of growing still to do. This hasn't got anything to do with your age, in case you think that's what I mean, it's to do with the different sizes of our bodies. I just don't know if it would work."
"Do you want to though, Daddy? If you do, I really want to try. If it hurts too much, then we can stop. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. Please, Daddy!"
"Go on, Dad," Joe added, "try it. I bet it would be alright, if you were careful. Babies come out of the vagina when they're born, don't they? And they're much bigger than your dick."
I licked my lips, nervously. "Are you sure, Carrie? I think....I do....want to do it with you, but I so don't want to harm you in any way. You can do it with Joey, without getting hurt. Is it that important to you?"
My daughter looked straight at me, and spoke, clearly and firmly. "Daddy, as soon as Joey and I decided we wanted to do it, I wanted to do it with you, too. That's why we let you catch us, because we hoped you might think it was sexy, and want to join in. We got the mirror on the wardrobe in the right place so you could see my bed from the doorway, and waited until we heard you start to come upstairs before Joey put his dick inside me. I'm sorry if you think we've tricked you, but we both really wanted it to happen."
"Yeah," Joe continued, "because I want you to do it with me, too, I know men and boys can do it together, they just use the bum hole instead of the girl's pussy. We read about it on the internet. Do it, Dad, do it with Carrie now, and then we can do it later." The boy grinned an infectious, mischievous little grin. "It'll be great!"
For what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, my children managed to stun me into silence. Carrie climbed onto my lap, and began to slide her obviously wet vulva against my straining penis. Her face approached mine, and our lips joined once more, in the most spontaneous of kisses.
"Let's do it, Daddy," she breathed. "I'll lie on my back, like I did with Joey, and you can go inside me." She rolled onto the mattress, and raised her knees, spreading her thighs as wide as she comfortably could. Her vaginal lips parted, and I could see her tiny, as it seemed to me, entrance open slightly, as if beckoning me to continue. I knelt between her legs, and she smiled as I pressed my glans against her opening. I moved forward, as slowly and gently as I could, but even though my penis wasn't especially thick, it still couldn't find a way in. Carrie lifted her hips still higher towards me, and I pushed a little more firmly. Then, in an instant, the head and first inch of my shaft was inside her. She let out a soft little shriek, and I instantly stopped all movement.
"Are you alright, darling, do you want me to take it out?"
"No, no, don't stop," she gasped. "Just give me a few seconds to get used to it. It's big, Daddy."
I could feel her muscular tunnel gripping me like a vice, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my flesh.
"Go in a bit deeper, Daddy. I think it will be OK now."
I edged forward again, a millimetre at a time. After what seemed like forever, I had around half of my six inches embedded in her body.
"Oooohhhh, Daddy, that feels soooo good. Put it all the way in, it's not hurting at all, I promise."
She once more pushed her pubic mound towards me, as if to underline her desire, and I continued to ease further into her vagina, until all but an inch of my penis was within. At that point she winced a little, and I guessed that was all she could reasonably manage.
"OK, my darling?" I asked her tenderly.
"Yes Daddy, I love it, you make me feel so full, it's so sexy! Go in and out now, please. Give me another b-i-g cummy!"
Concentrating as intently on my daughter as I had been, I'd lost track of Joe for a few moments. That was soon remedied, as I heard a buzzing beside me. I'd almost forgotten about the little prostate massage vibrator my wife and I had bought to experiment with, years earlier, but Joe had evidently found it in my bedside table, along with some lubricant, and was rubbing it across his perineum, and towards the pink pucker of his anus as he laid on his back in almost the same position as his sister. Even as I began to move slowly and gently out of Carrie, and back in again, I watched with utter fascination as my boy began to penetrate himself with the finger-thick plastic of the vibrator. His eyes stretched wide, and his mouth fell open a little, as though he was completely amazed at the feelings he was giving himself. Then, as the sex toy reached three or four inches inside him, he almost squealed, and his penis, which had only been half-erect at most, suddenly leapt to its full extent as blood surged into the organ, leaving me in little doubt that he'd found his immature prostate. He eased the vibrator in and out, an inch or two at a time, as if in subconscious imitation of the rhythm of his sister's and my lovemaking. In what seemed like no time at all, the three of us were all moaning and sighing with the rapidly rising pleasure in our bodies. Carrie was so tight, her vaginal walls dragging against my glans with every movement, making me want to cum so badly, but I held back with every ounce of willpower I possessed, wanting our first coupling to be the best I could make it for her, too, and, meanwhile, Joe was literally whimpering with the intensity of the feelings he was engendering in his young body. He was the first to hit the peak, crying out as I saw the muscles in his penis throb intensely as he crashed into a 'hands-free' orgasm, his slight frame trying its utmost to produce the ejaculation for which it wasn't yet quite mature enough. The boy didn't seem to know where he was, or what was happening to him, leaving the vibrator buzzing within him, which set off a second climax, more or less directly following on from the first, and he shook violently as the pleasure coursed through him. He finally pulled the device from his rectum with a gasp, and fumbled to turn it off. Carrie was starting to push herself at me with urgency, too, panting and moaning, and then I felt her vagina rippling against my flesh, her moans turning to cries of joy.
"Oh, Daddy, oooohhhh Daddy, oooohhhh yesssss!"
That was all it took, as I simply exploded inside her, what felt like huge spurts of semen erupting from my penis and bathing her innermost parts with its creamy lubricity.
"Daddy, I can feel it squirting in me! Oh, wow, oh, wow!"
I carried on thrusting as long as I could bear the intensity of the feelings, prolonging Carrie's orgasm as much as possible, but it finally became too much, and I had to stop, however reluctantly. I wasn't nearly ready to leave the sweet sanctuary of her body, though, so I put my hands beneath her boyish buttocks, and lifted her up, rocking back onto my haunches so that she was clasped to me, more or less sitting in my lap, her arms around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder. I looked across to where Joe was laying, eyes tightly closed, a faint smile playing on his lips, the very picture of a sexually sated, nearly exhausted boy. I reached over to him, gently ruffling his hair, and his smile broadened, his eyes opening slowly.
"Did you have fun, sweet boy?"
"You bet, Dad, I've never cummed that much! There was this place, inside my bum, it was like....I don't even know what it was like, it was totally amazing, though!"
"I had a huge cummy, too, Joey, it was so fantastic having Daddy inside me," Carrie said. "When Daddy puts his dick inside you, you'll see what I mean!"
"We'll have to see," I said. "I don't know if it will be possible for me to do it with Joey yet, he's even smaller than you, Carrie, and I'm definitely not doing anything that's going to hurt either of you, I just couldn't. I love you both far too much for that."
"We love you, too, Dad, lots and lots," the boy replied. "I really want to do it if we can, though. Maybe later, I'm feeling a bit tired at the moment."
"I think we all are, tiger! Shall we get showers, then maybe have a little sleep, have something to eat, and then see how it goes?"
"OK, Dad!" they replied, as if with one voice.
****
I woke very gradually, as if resurfacing from a very deep place. My senses kicked in slowly, the first thing I was aware of being a very slight, gentle movement of the bed. Then I heard a whispered conversation to my right.
"I loved Daddy's big dick inside me, but I love yours just as much, Joey."
"I love your pussy, too, Carrie, it makes my dick feel so warm and tingly, then the tingles go all over me, right from my head to my toes. I love you, Carrie, I want us to do this for always."
"I do too, Joey, I wish I could marry you, I love you so much, but I know we can't. But I wish we could both marry Daddy, as well!"
"Yeah, that would be so cool! All three of us, together for ever and ever!"
I finally opened my eyes, and looked across to see my children, intertwined once more, their lips brushing lightly against each other, Joey's little buttocks flexing every two or three seconds, as they made love in the slowest, most sensuous way I'd ever seen. Carrie noticed that I'd woken, and smiled.
"Hi, Daddy! Joey and I wanted to do it again, I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not, sweetheart. It's really lovely to watch, to hear how much you love each other. Do you want me to leave you in private?"
"No, Dad," Joe replied, "we want you to be with us, all the time. We like you watching us, don't we Carrie?"
"Yes, Daddy, it makes it even more sexy, having you here too. This one might take a long time, though, will that be alright?"
"Of course, darling, you take as much time as you want."
In the event, after ten minutes or so, the build-up of sensation in their young bodies impelled them to quicken the pace, their movements becoming frantic a couple of minutes later, reaching the pinnacle of delight almost together, their breathing reduced to gasps and pants for long seconds as the rapture of sexual release washed over them. As I'd done earlier, Joe stayed inside Carrie for several minutes more after their mutual peak, the two of them sharing gentle, loving kisses and caresses and quiet endearments, before the boy finally withdrew, his penis almost completely flaccid.
"Guys, I'm not making this up, that was just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. I can hardly believe what's happened today, but I'm so, so happy. You two really are special beyond words."
"Thank you, Daddy, you're special, too, the best!" Carrie's smile had a hint of slyness about it, it seemed to me. "Daddy....Mummy's not back until Friday night, is she?"
"As far as I know. Why?"
"You know why, Daddy! We've got all week to play, it's going to be fantastic! We can stay in bed the whole time!"
I shook my head at her forthrightness, but couldn't help grinning, too. "I don't know about the whole time, my stomach's rumbling right now! We need some food, to keep our strength up!"
Carrie giggled. "We'd better get some energy drinks in, then! We might need them, too!"
"Come on, my two lovebirds! Put your dressing gowns, or something, on, and let's go and see what we want for tea - I mean supper, gosh, look at the time!" It was almost 8:00, the light summer evening having made it seem earlier than it really was.
By the time we'd eaten and cleared up, then relaxed in the lounge for a little while, it was getting on for 9:30, and, for the first time, it struck me that my wife hadn't called. When she'd been away in the past, she'd never missed a day, always wanting, at least, to speak to the children, even if she sometimes didn't have that much to say to me. I shrugged inwardly, it wasn't, in the current scheme of things, a big deal, I thought. Joe seemed to have had the same idea at much the same time as me, and spoke.
"Mum hasn't phoned, why's that, Dad?"
"I couldn't tell you, tiger, maybe she's had meetings, or something. She did say that this was a big, important conference, people from all over the country are going to be there. Perhaps she was too busy, or thought it was too late to call. She'll ring tomorrow, I guess."
"Oh well, never mind. Shall we go to bed then, Dad?"
"Why, are you tired?"
"No way! I'm ready for lots more sexy stuff! I hope you are, too!"
"Can we all sleep together in your bed tonight, Daddy, please?" Carrie said, excitedly. "After we've had some more fun, that is!"
Why not, I thought, and said so. Carrie clapped her hands in glee, while Joe was grinning fit to bust. The children scampered upstairs without a moment's hesitation, and I followed, hardly less enthusiastically, in their wake. I was only seconds behind them, but they were already naked and draped seductively over the bed by the time I entered my room.
"Dad, it's my turn to do sex with you, now. It felt so good when I used the buzzy thing earlier, I want to do it for real, with you. You said we could try, didn't you?"
My voice caught in my throat for an instant, as he looked up at me, his desire so clear in his gorgeous face. If anything, I wanted him even more desperately than I had my daughter earlier, but I was so frightened that I could hurt him, badly.
"Joey, darling boy, I do want to do it with you, really I do. But I'm so afraid I'll hurt you, even more than with Carrie. We can try, but I want you to promise you'll tell me if it hurts, even a little bit. Pain and sex definitely don't belong together, as far as I'm concerned."
"I will, Dad, I promise. Maybe if you use the buzzy thing, or your finger, first, it might help me get ready."
"Can I help get Joey ready for you, too, Daddy? I can play with his dick while you play with his bum, maybe?" Carrie asked.
"Oh, wow, yeah, both of you playing with me together will be so great! Do it, please!"
I looked into his eyes, lovingly, before kissing him gently. Then there were no more words. I took some pillows from the head of the bed, and placed them beneath him to raise his hips and make his secret places more accessible to both of us. Carrie took his rigid little member in her hand, and stroked him softly, covering and uncovering the sensitive head as her hand worked his foreskin, while I leant forward, pressing my lips to his perineum, savouring the wonderful scent of clean boy that emanated from him, far more alluring than any perfume. He sighed, then gasped as my tongue flicked across the underside of his small testicles. I let the tip of my tongue slide lower, following the seam that led, like a treasure trail, towards his anus. I knew he was clean, his having showered not long before, so I had no hesitation in lapping at his muscular ring, and, indeed, there was hardly more odour than there had been higher up, just a very faint muskiness, not in the least unpleasant, the only taste the natural slight saltiness of his smooth skin. Carrie lowered her pretty head until it was scant inches from my own, taking Joe's penis between her lips, gradually enveloping his whole short length in her loving mouth, before beginning a very slow up and down motion. Joe had already put the tube of lubricant on the bed beside him, so I poured a little onto my fingers, allowing it to warm somewhat before applying it to the boy's pucker. He still shivered, though, but smiled, too, and nodded encouragingly towards me. I added more to my fingers, then, as gently as I could, began to allow my fingertip to penetrate him. He spread his legs still wider, allowing me maximum access, and I inched into his body, marvelling at the never before experienced, or even imagined, smoothness of his rectum. Just as my finger had reached almost as far as my palm upward position would allow, I felt a firm little lump of tissue against its tip. I palpated it carefully, causing Joe to groan deeply.
"Oh, Dad, that's it, that's the place I found with the buzzy thing before! Keep doing that, it feels soooo fantastic!"
After a few more seconds, and without the least warning, the boy's hips bucked, and he burst into orgasm, his penis throbbing inside his sister's mouth while his prostate pulsed beneath my finger.
"Oooohhhh, wooooow! Oooohhhh Carrie, Dad, that's....oooohhhh!" He dissolved into inarticulate moans of ultimate pleasure. Carrie knew now to release him as his orgasm came to an end, so as not to allow oversensitivity to spoil what had gone before, and I slipped my finger out of him at the same time.
"Bloody hell - oh, sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to say that, but that was just unbelievable!"
"Don't worry, darling, we know how you feel!"
"Dad, just give me a minute, then try with two fingers. One didn't hurt at all, I want to try more, because I really want your dick inside, I mean it!"
I was still gently rubbing my finger across his sensitive opening, dilated a little from my earlier entry, circling around it and helping to both maintain his arousal and spread some extra lubrication over the area.
"Are you ready, Joey?" I asked.
"Yeah, go for it!"
"It's supposed to help, from what I've read, if you push out a bit, as though you were trying to have a poo, when I try and go inside," I told the boy.
"I don't want to poo on your fingers, though!"
"Just do it a little, there are two sets of muscles inside your bum, the inside ones should stop you pooing."
"I'll try. I'll warn you if it feels like I'm going to poo, OK?"
"OK! Here goes, then, sweet boy." I pressed the tips of my forefinger and middle finger against his sphincter, feeling the opening give a little as he tried to relax the muscle. He grimaced momentarily as the digits entered about half an inch, but then pushed again, allowing another half inch to follow.
"Joey, darling, are you sure you're OK with this, it looked like it was starting to hurt you."
"It's alright, dad, really it is, please don't make me stop. Go slowly, and it'll be fine, I know it."
Another little push from his bottom, and my fingers edged in a fraction further. Maybe it was subjective on my part, but it did seem as though the tightness was starting to abate a little, an impression underlined when I eased my hand forward once more, the resistance definitely less than before. Joe was almost purring now, and, for the first time, I began to be convinced that he really was enjoying what I was doing. Carrie was grinning as I glanced her way.
"It's working, Daddy, Joey is going to get his turn soon, isn't he?"
"Maybe, sweetie - I hope so, very much."
Joe grinned at my words, and pushed his buttocks upwards, his rectum swallowing another half inch of my fingers, then he shuddered from head to foot.
"You touched my special place again, Dad! Do it some more, please!"
I withdrew fractionally, then pressed inwards. Joe shivered again. I began to stroke in and out, just half an inch at a time, and as softly as I could. The boy moved his hips in time with the steady rhythm.
"Soooo good! Kiss me, Carrie, kiss me while Dad does my bum, please."
The girl did his bidding without hesitation, and I could see their lips and tongues twining sensuously together.
"Dad, I'm nearly ready for your dick, I know it! Please, Dad, I can't wait any longer."
I picked up the lubricant, handing it to Carrie.
"Spread loads of this all over my dick, please, sweetheart. Make it as slippery as you can."
She set about her task with the greatest enthusiasm, almost too much enthusiasm, because I felt pre-orgasmic tingles begin to ripple through my flesh.
"Thank you, Carrie, that's great. And it felt great, too! Can you maybe wank Joey again, it might help him relax just that little bit more so I can get inside him." The girl nodded eagerly, and set about her new role with relish.
Just for a few strokes, I added a third finger to the two that had been stimulating Joe for the previous few minutes, and he seemed to accept it without a problem. Taking my throbbing erection in my free hand, I withdrew my digits, and before his anus had the time to contract and close, put my glans against the muscular ring and pressed firmly. The head slipped in almost without any resistance, although Joe gasped, as deeply as any I'd heard from him on that memorable day. I stopped, and looked down at his flushed face.
"Is it alright, Joey, do you want me to stop? Please, please, tell me if you do. You know why, you don't need me to tell you again."
"Noooo, don't take it out!" His voice was almost desperate, pleading. "Put it right in, it feels fantastic, really, really!"
As with his sister that afternoon, I moved so, so carefully to increase the depth of my penetration, watching every expression on his face. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, and he was panting heavily. As I reached his prostate, he almost growled, animalistically.
"Fuck me, Dad, fuck me hard!"
In any other circumstance, I would have been shocked to the core by his use of such language, but it seemed to fit the passion both of us were feeling with an exactitude no other words could have approached. The boy reached down and brushed his sister's hand away from his penis, seemingly wanting to fully concentrate on the feelings emanating from his prostate and rectum. Carrie looked disappointed, so I pulled her gently towards me, kissing her avidly, and curling a finger into the slot of her vulva, finding her clitoris without difficulty, caressing her in time with the increasingly deep thrusts I was making into her brother's beautiful body. If Carrie had felt tight around my penis earlier, Joe was even more so, almost to the point of discomfort, but the sensations that were washing through me, the pleasure his young self was freely offering me, were more, far more, than adequate compensation. I was grinding my teeth in my determination to delay my orgasm until Joe had reached his climax, the vibrations rattling through my jaw and, it seemed, almost straight into my brain, without any intervention from my sensory system at all. Just as I reached the point where I knew I couldn't hold back a second longer, and molten joy began to flood my senses, Joe came, his sphincter clenching so powerfully against my shaft it was almost agonising, squeezing my ejaculate out of me in what was, with absolute certainty, the most intense, most powerful orgasm of my entire life. Nothing existed for long seconds except my spasms and Joe's clinging, grasping rectum. The world could have ended at that moment, and I wouldn't possibly have realised. My instincts hadn't deserted me when it came to Carrie's pleasure, though, the next thing I felt, as my peak finally began to subside, being the flow of her natural lubricant, out of her vagina and over my finger, and her whimpers of delight as her own orgasm took her breath away. I felt almost too weak to hold myself upright, and almost collapsed onto my son, but somehow managed to keep my balance and avoid crushing him. I withdrew my finger from Carrie's vulva, and took my weight on my hands, leaning down to kiss my son, meltingly, on his panting mouth. He pulled away for a second, took a huge breath, and then clamped his lips back to mine again. I didn't seem to be losing my erection at all, maybe the tightness of the boy was trapping the blood within, and I actually managed, on my hands and knees, with his arms and legs wrapped around me like a baby monkey clinging to its mother, to manoeuvre us to the edge of the bed, stand up with him still clasped to me and still fully impaled on my manhood, and lay down again on my back, still buried deep inside my son. Carrie came and laid beside us, and we kissed and stroked and cuddled, whispering how much we all loved one another, and wanted to stay together always. Finally, after almost a quarter of an hour, my erection had finally waned sufficiently for me to slip out of my boy, a little stream of bodily fluids following in its wake. Joe broke wind, and giggled hysterically for at least thirty seconds as a result.
"Sorry, Dad," he spluttered, as he began to get himself back under control. "I couldn't help it!" He looked a lot more serious, all of a sudden. "And I'm really sorry, about saying....the 'f'-word, before. It just sort of....came out."
"Joe, sweetheart, don't worry about it. People say things while they're having sex that they wouldn't normally say. Please try not to use those words in everyday life, though, the dictionary is full of much better ones!"
Joe smiled, looking relieved. "OK, Dad!"
I turned to my daughter. "Are you still alright with everything that's happened, darling?"
Carrie nodded and smiled. "The only thing was, I was worried I'd hurt Joe before, when he pushed my hand off of him, but I don't think I did, did I, Joey?"
"No, Carrie, I was just feeling so good from Dad being inside me, that you stroking me as well was....sort of....too much. You definitely didn't hurt me, though, and I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to."
The siblings kissed, one of their tender, loving kisses that I'd seen several times during the day.
"I love you, Carrie."
"I love you, too, Joey."
"And I love you both, very, very much," I said. "But we're all smelly bunnies, especially Joey and I. Let's hit the showers again, and then it will be bedtime. Sleep bedtime, that is!" Both children giggled furiously, before Carrie headed into the main bathroom to shower, while Joe and I shared the reasonably large ensuite in my bedroom. I washed my boy carefully, checking for any sign of soreness, especially around his bottom.
"It's alright, Dad, I'm not sore, really. I told you it would work, if we were careful. Thank you, Dad, for everything today, it's been more fun than I ever could have guessed it would."
I leaned down once more, and hugged and kissed him as the warm water pattered onto our heads. "Thank you, too, Joe, I can't tell you how wonderful it's been for me, as well. And I hope Carrie feels the same way, we'll ask her in a minute when she's done in the bathroom, shall we?"
The boy nodded, smiling.
Ten minutes later, with the clock at almost midnight, the day, that amazing, surreal day, came to its end, with the three of us curled up together, naked, on top of my bed, it being a warm night. I don't think any of us took more than a couple of minutes to fall asleep.
****
As I woke the next morning, I was instantly aware of a sense of loss, even before my brain registered what that loss was. I was alone, in the centre of the bed, my children nowhere to be seen. I listened carefully, and heard movement downstairs, so I knew they weren't far away. After a few minutes, Joe appeared in the bedroom doorway, munching on a slice of toast.
"Good morning, Dad! Carrie and I woke up about half an hour ago, but you were still snoring, and because we were hungry, we decided to leave you in peace and go and find some breakfast."
"Good morning, tiger. I don't snore, do I?"
"Only a bit, not loud, or anything," Joe smirked. "Do you want some toast, Dad?"
"Not just yet, but thank you for asking. I need a pee, though, excuse me a minute!"
By the time I'd emptied my bladder, and washed my hands, Carrie had joined her brother in the bedroom.
"Hi, Babes, did you sleep well?"
"Hi, Daddy, yes, it was great sleeping with you and Joey, I loved it." There was just a momentary pause, but it was enough to catch my attention, as though it was the preface to something. "Daddy....we want to tell you some things. Do you mind?"
"No, of course not." I couldn't help but feel a little trepidation, though - the events of the day before had been spontaneous, natural, but they were also way beyond the pale in any societal terms, and I wondered if my children had suddenly realised how far we'd overstepped that line. Carrie seemed to sense my fears, and quickly moved to allay them.
"Don't worry, Daddy, it's not that we're freaked out by anything that happened, we both loved all of it." Joe nodded vigourously in support of his sister's words. "No, what we want to say is....well, we've looked at lots of stuff on the net, and in the dictionary about all of this, and we learned a lot of new things. We know that you could get in loads and loads of trouble if anyone found out, and we definitely don't want that to happen, so we want to say that we won't say anything to anybody about it, ever."
Joe took over. "What we said yesterday, about wanting to be with you forever, we really meant that. Carrie and I want to be together, too, we love each other, and even though we're young, we already know we'll never find anyone better for us. We know we can never get married, or have children, but we don't care."
"What about Mum, though? What is she going to think about all of this?"
"I don't think that's going to be a problem, Daddy," Carrie said. I looked at her, completely nonplussed. "There's a message on the answering machine, and another one on your mobile. I think you should listen to them."
****
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge, my children kneeling on either side of me, their lips pressed to my cheeks, offering their comfort and support. I felt numb, finding it almost impossible to believe what I'd just heard. The two messages were from my wife, and were nothing more or less than a 'Dear John'. She'd found someone else, someone she worked with, and rather than deceiving me any longer, she wanted to make a clean break, right away. The man didn't like children, but had plenty of money, so she wasn't going to seek custody of Carrie and Joe, or even access rights, and neither was she going to make any claim on our joint property. She'd already been to a solicitor, and had them draw up divorce papers and an agreement to that effect, they would be arriving any day, all I had to do was to sign them. Less than a day earlier, I'd been, as far as I knew, a reasonably happily married man with a perfectly normal, healthy relationship with my children, now, here I was, the whole of my world turned completely upside down. I was expecting to wake at any moment from what I was sure must be a bizarre dream.
"It'll be alright, Daddy," Carrie whispered, "we'll all look after each other, love each other, just like we said."
"Did....did you know anything about this, before today?"
"No, Daddy, really. We had noticed that Mummy hadn't been very friendly to you for quite a long time, but nothing else, I promise," my daughter replied.
Joe kissed me, and smiled, albeit a little sadly. "It will be alright, Dad, Carrie's telling the truth. As long as we're all together, no-one can hurt us."
"It's all going to be so different, though," I said. "I'll have to change my job, too, do something that means I'll always be here to look after you, at least until you're old enough to look after yourselves."
"Different doesn't have to be worse, Dad," Joe said.
"Come upstairs, Daddy," Carrie said. "Not to do sexy stuff, just to snuggle together, like we did last night. Then, later, we can talk about what we're going to do."
****
We're four years on now, from that unforgettable twenty-four hours, and everything really is different, totally different, from our old life. For one thing, we live in Spain, Joe, Carrie and I, in Gran Canaria, to be exact. When I had the house valued in the aftermath of the break-up with my wife, it proved to be worth substantially more than I'd expected, more than enough to clear the mortgage and all the other small bits and pieces of outstanding finance we'd had, while leaving enough for us to buy our new home outright. We stayed away from the obvious expat and tourist traps, moving to a village in the hills, where we got far more house for our money than would otherwise have been the case, a finca, in fact, an old farmhouse, but one which had been modernised to a high standard, in a medium sized plot of land, with, very significantly for the island, its own water supply, a feature which not only saved us from hefty water bills, but actually allowed us to turn a small profit, by selling our surplus water to the local utility company, something numerous landowners did. The children, now rapidly growing into young people, went to the British School on the island, spoke Spanish like natives, and had plenty of friends, expat and local, of their own ages. I'd already been fairly fluent in Spanish, and after some brushing up, and updating of my rather academic knowledge of the language to something more like that spoken by the Canarians in their everyday lives, I'd set up as a translator for the numerous expat owned small businesses on the island, my modest income being supplemented substantially by Carrie and Joe taking on modelling and small acting jobs, taking advantage of their frankly quite stunning looks, and the fact that they were both fair, something that was relatively uncommon in the local population. It was only natural, of course, that I should be their manager and chaperone, and no-one thought any more of it than of any other concerned parent. What no-one knew, of course, was that as well as being parent, offspring and siblings to each other, we were also passionate lovers. I'd had a vasectomy shortly after Joe was born, so there was no prospect of an unwanted pregnancy for Carrie from my direction, but we had been cautious as Joe made his way into puberty, producing his first, watery semen not long after his eleventh birthday. To his, and Carrie's utter delight, though, it transpired that although his semen production was completely normal, he couldn't produce motile sperms at all, some kind of hereditary condition, the doctors said. We had him tested periodically, but nothing had changed by his current age of almost 14, so his and Carrie's short-lived use of contraceptives had been gleefully brought to an end. They were still completely devoted to each other, and I was equally devoted to both of them, something that our relatively rural home made less obvious than might otherwise have been the case. They showed no signs of caring what the world thought of them, though, and no inhibitions at all when it came to our sexual relationship - we did whatever we felt like doing, whether that was between Carrie and Joe, me with one or other of my children, or all three of us together.
If the day ever comes when my children want to break away from our relationship, either as a couple, or individually, none of us would ever stand in anyone else's way, but there are no signs of that happening, or any desire on any of our parts for that to happen. If I live with them until my dying day, nothing could make me happier. That's for the future, though. The present is so glorious, nothing else matters.
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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
