The Grandest Canyon

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter Two

I had just suggested to my three teenage kids that we all get naked together, and now I thought furiously as I tried to pull something out of my ass to justify it.

I was actually kind of proud of what I came up with on such short notice.

"Well, you're all experiencing feelings that need to be worked through. So if you were naked all the time, kind of like nudists do, then maybe that wouldn't be so distracting after a while. I mean you'd get used to it, and then it wouldn't be this big thing causing problems."

"We can't go around state parks naked, Dad," said Scotty.

"He only means inside the motor home," said Lynne.

"We do spend a lot of time in the motor home," said Shaun. "Most of the day we're just driving."

"Maybe it would be too weird," I said, wondering why on earth I'd suggested it. I'm sure Freud would have said I wanted to see her naked all the time myself. And he would have been right. She was a cutie.

"I think it's a good idea," said Scotty, looking at his sister.

She looked back. When she spoke, her voice was throaty.

"I wish I could explain what it felt like ... what I feel like right now ... because you said that."

"Okay," I said. "How about we all get a good night's sleep, and then make a decision tomorrow morning."

They didn't say a word. Lynne said "You guys can have the bed again. I don't mind the couch." They got up and went to the bedroom and closed the door.

I looked at my daughter, who had always impressed me. She really had been able to compete with the boys on their own level, and she had always been impressive.

"You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said.

"Actually, I don't know what I want to do," she said. "I'm not afraid to figure it out, though. I'm glad they were willing to be serious when we talked about it. They're good brothers."

"They are," I said. "Even if they have inappropriate feelings for you."

"That isn't the part that bothers me," she said. "What bothers me is how it makes me feel when they look at me like that, or like I felt when Scott said that. I wanted to get naked for him right then."

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "That's why I wish I could talk to mom." She started getting the couch ready and I stood up. "Do you really think if we acted like nudists, we'd get used to it?" she asked, not looking at me.

"I don't know," I said. "I've never done it."

"Can I ask you a question?" She lay down on the couch.

"Sure."

"Do you want to see me naked too?"

"What I want is for you to be happy," I said.

"Then answer the question," she said.

"I already told you you're drop dead gorgeous," I said. "And you remind me of your mother."

"So you do," she said softly.

It didn't sound like the truth would freak her out, so I gave it a shot. "I guess I do."

"You need to go to bed now, Daddy," she said. "I need some time alone ... in private."

Ten minutes later, in my bedroom, I thought I heard one of those whimpers ... just like when she was in the water.

But it was hard to hear over my own labored breathing as I spurted into a tissue.

I guess it was Lynne who decided things for us all. That's because in the morning, when I got up, she was asleep on the couch ... naked. Her babydoll pajamas were on the floor. I had on a pair of sports shorts, which was pretty normal for me. I got out the cereal and bowls, which woke her up. I looked over my shoulder at her and she was looking back at me, making no effort to put anything on.

"So that's how you want things?" I said.

"I think so," she said. "Is it going to freak you out?"

I nodded. "Yup. But then it would freak me out any time I thought of you being naked around any man."

She smiled.

Shaun came out of the bedroom. Having lived on the farm for a year, he was used to getting up early. He also had on a pair of sports shorts. He stopped, and looked at his sister. She looked back.

"So ... should I like ... take my shorts off?" he asked.

"Both of you should," she said, making it official.

"Oh man," I said.

They both looked at me and, as if they had practiced it, both lowered their eyes to the front of my shorts, which were standing out, away from my body. I knew I was busted, so I just did it, pushing them down. I let her see my erection, but then turned to fiddle with the cereal, trying to will my cock to deflate. I guess my actions gave Shaun the courage to do his thing, and he took off his shorts, exposing his own stiff penis. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and then she got up to come get a bowl and take it to the table.

By the time Scott came out, the other three of us were sitting at the table, eating Cheerios like there was nothing wrong at all. I have to give him credit. He saw what was going on and took his underwear off. He was soft ... the only soft man in the bus.

But he didn't stay that way for long.

I couldn't drive the bus naked. They all agreed about that. Scotty was torn, because that day was the day he was going to get his first lesson and practice in driving. I knew he was torn, because while he got dressed to do that, he kept stealing looks at his brother and sister, who were sitting across the table from each other naked, playing chess. I wondered who'd win, and whether it would be because he or she was better, or less distracted.

Scott kept looking back in the back, occasionally, as he sat in the navigator's seat while I showed him the controls and talked about how the big beast handled. Then we switched and I had him drive it around the park for a while. Eventually I had him ease it out onto the highway that led to the interstate. I was proud of myself for not looking back in the back while we did all that.

The problem was ... I should have.

I didn't find out until later, but the two youngsters, seeing this as permission to explore (remember I had actually used that word in talking to Lynne,) and so they did. When I finally found out about it, I was told it went something like this.

Lynne beat him at a game of chess. Not surprising, since her breasts were visible to him and all she could see was his naked chest.

"You win," he said, disgusted.

"Stand up," she said.

"What?"

"I won, so you have to do what I say. Stand up."

He did. He had an erection, of course.

So she stared at it, and then started asking him questions about it. What did it feel like? How heavy was it? Did it flop around when he ran? Did it hurt when it flopped around? What did he do to make it get hard like that?

We hadn't circumcised the boys. My dad was always a big believer that leaving the foreskin intact would make for better sensation during sex. I remembered being astonished beyond words when he said that after I asked him why I was different than the other guys in the shower room.

Somehow, in the process of discussing his organ, she realized there was something under that skin. I never got that part of the story. But it went from her watching him uncover his knob, and then cover it up again, to her asking if she could see what it was like to do that.

Shaun, being a normal, red-blooded American boy, wasn't about to turn down having a girl touch his dick, even if she was his sister. In fact, he was hard because of his sister, so he didn't mind her touching it at all.

And, as you can imagine, one thing led to another, and pretty soon he was teaching her how to stroke it. She wasn't stupid either. As a confirmed masturbator herself, she knew what he was trying to get her to do, but she said she was so excited that he was willing to let her explore that she didn't mind the fact that he was trying to "trick" her.

Of course she had neither the experience nor the desire to bring him to completion. She liked stroking it, and of course he loved having her do it, but that's all it was ... playing around.

But it was right there on the couch, and if I'd have looked, I'd have seen it ... or at least enough to get curious and go see what they were actually doing.

Instead, I watched Scotty drive three hundred miles like he'd been doing it for years, until we got to Beaver Dam State Park and I had to take over to maneuver us into a parking spot.

By then, the younger ones, their initial curiosity assuaged, were playing a video game, competing, and only occasionally looking at each other's good parts.

I actually thought this crazy idea was working. Scotty stripped down while I was parking the bus, and by the time I had everything jacked up and stabilized, he was happily lounging around with an impressive boner, trying to act nonchalant about it, and staring at his sister.

Beaver Dam State Park had no beavers, but they did have a dam and it produced hydroelectric power, so I made them get dressed and we caught the last tour of the day. It was pretty impressive. They wanted to go for a hike, so we did that. Supper was what I call hash, which is a mixture of cut up microwaved potatoes and ground beef and a can of cream of mushroom soup, all mixed together. It doesn't take that long to make, except that I was a little freaked out by being naked while I did it. The kids got naked as soon as they hit the bus after the hike. They watched one of the Die Hard movies while I made supper.

We ate, and they wanted to finish the movie. I'd seen it at least five or ten times, so I went to my bedroom and started reading one of the paperbacks I'd gotten from the salvage library in Glenndale. A lot of stuff was salvaged, and if nobody claimed it, it was made available for anybody's use.

I woke up and realized I'd fallen asleep while reading. The book was on my chest, and the light was still on. I went to put the book on the night stand and turn the light off, when I heard a sound. It was one of those sounds that makes the hair on the back of a parent's neck stand up, because it sounds like an offspring is in pain.

I got up and made it to the hallway between my bedroom and the living area, before I heard something else that made me stop.

"Oh Lynne, please don't stop," moaned my elder son's voice. It was coming from the second bedroom, the door of which was slightly open and only a couple of feet ahead of me.

It was dark where I was, and the only light was coming from that bedroom, so I moved forward just enough that I could see through the crack of the open door into the bedroom. All three of my children were there, on the bed. I was to find out later that Lynne decided she wanted to find out if her older brother's erection felt like her younger brother's erection, so she went to their bedroom and Scott got educated on just how far behind he was.

He was lying on his back and she was sitting beside him, Indian style, leaning forward so she could run her hand up and down his rigid member. He was staring between her legs. Shaun was watching and stroking himself slowly. Apparently, the removal of clothing also removed the strictures against masturbating in public. Or what amounted to public, in this situation.

"Faster!" gasped Scotty.

"Like this?" Her hand motion doubled in speed and his hips arched.

"Yeah! I'm gonna cum!" he panted.

"Really?" Lynne sounded excited. "Shaun's didn't squirt. Is yours really going to?"

His penis answered for him as a line of white arched up through the air and landed on his chest. Lynne, surprised, let go of him and sat up. He grabbed for his prick and finished himself off. I glanced over at Shaun, who was panting now, his own hand having sped up too.

"Cool," sighed Lynne as she watched Scott milk his penis dry.

"Watch this," gasped Shaun, who apparently felt like he was losing ground. He spurted a line of cum, equally impressive, except it landed on the covers, instead of himself.

"Damn, Shaun!" complained Scott, moving over. His brother's semen hadn't come anywhere close to him, but he moved anyway.

"Guys are messy," said Lynne, whose hand, no longer filled with stiff penis, had found its way between her legs. It looked like she was rubbing her pussy, but I couldn't actually see that.

"That was so hot," groaned Scott. "I've been trying to get Tammy to do that for six months."

"She should," said my daughter. "It's fun."

I realized I was spying on my children. Of course the next thing I thought of was that my children were doing something they weren't supposed to be doing, so that meant spying on them was a good thing. Except I hadn't stepped in to stop what was going on. Furthermore, my own cock was hard as a rock. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. It was obvious she wasn't under any duress, and that what had happened wasn't traumatic to anybody in the room. The memory of playing doctor with my own sister popped into my mind. Then the memory of all those times she crawled into bed with me arrived like a huge wave. Except instead of visualizing my sister, with me on top of her, I visualized Lynne, with her brothers on top of her. Sarah and I had thought we had been lucky I never knocked her up. We didn't know she was infertile. But that wasn't the situation for Lynne.

I had pushed open the door before I even thought about it. Which is to say I pushed open the door while naked, with a boner for my daughter, and walked into the bedroom without thinking about it.

Of course as soon as I was in there ... I thought about it. I looked at my kids. Scott and Shaun looked nervous. Lynne was looking at my boner.

"We need to talk," I said.

It was at this point when I learned all that had happened while Scott and I were driving.

It was obvious that Pandora's box was open. The kids suddenly weren't so much "kids" as they had been a few weeks ago. So, in my brain-addled way, I thought that educating them on the dangers of the kind of play they had discovered, and where it could lead to, was in order.

So I told them about Sarah and me.

What I was trying to do was alert them to the possibility that their temptations were genetic or something, and that it might be a good idea to curtail them severely, else they get carried away, like Sarah and I had. Of course what I actually did was lay before them the fact that their father and aunt had fucked like bunnies, and everything had turned out just hunky dory. It's all in how you look at it, I guess.

Of course I didn't know that's what they were mulling over in their minds at the time. I thought I had applied the brakes. Again, I would find out later that there were other misconceptions that day.

We had a good discussion about Lynne's curiosity, for example. The boys pointed out that it was probably better she had experimented with them than an unnamed boyfriend. I said that maybe the going naked thing had been more than they could handle, but they disagreed, all three saying that they'd thought it was a stupid idea at first, but then realized it was making them think a lot. Scotty pointed out that, while he had known it wasn't a great idea to let his sister masturbate him, he'd been unable to control himself well enough to stop her. His purpose for saying this was to use himself as an example of "the average guy" who could be expected to "take whatever he could get." It was, ostensibly, a warning to his little sister about boys.

What she really got out of it was that whatever she wanted her brothers to let her do ... they were likely to let her do.

Then there was the question I had really hoped none of them would remember to ask. It was Lynne, who did so.

"So ... Daddy ... how come you were hard when you came in here?"

It was at that point that they found out their father was a voyeur. Of course that's not how I put it. I said I'd been concerned because I thought someone was hurt, and then shocked to see what was happening. And then I had intervened, still shocked, which was probably why my body had reacted.

I probably should have gone with the piss boner explanation. The boys would have bought that one. But all three of my children were intelligent, and it didn't take any of them long to figure out it had taken me almost five minutes to react after I saw what they were doing. And none of them believed I was in shock for five minutes or that shock caused an erection.

So what they heard was that I got turned on by what they were doing. Which is exactly how they reacted. Which meant I was neither horrified nor shocked.

I really shouldn't have told them about Sarah and me.

What they did tumble to was the fact that I was trying to put on the brakes. True, like most kids, they were overconfident and thought they could handle things that their parent thought they could not. But they did at least play the game for a while. In fact, they were very circumspect about things that day. As I drove, one of them sat as navigator, clothed, of course. And whenever it was Lynne and a brother in back, they made sure to come offer us snacks or ask questions or do something to show me they were just doing normal things, instead of sexing each other up all over the place.

We stopped that night at a KOA campground, which had a pool. The kids were excited about that, and headed off to swim while I leveled and hooked up the bus. I hit the convenience store to restock on milk, eggs, hamburger and sausage.

Meanwhile, the boys learned a valuable lesson about how women can look sexier with something on than they do without it. Or maybe it's sexiness of a different nature. Like steak tastes good, and scalloped potatoes taste good, but in different ways. What Lynne's suit covered, the boys knew they'd get to see later on, and it fired them up. We even had a discussion about it over supper.

Naked, of course.

I had this brilliant idea to wear them all out, so I said we were all going for a run. Running was one of the few things I could do during the cleanup in Glenndale, so I was in pretty good shape. I talked to the guy who ran the store, who showed me a good course on the map, and off we went. It was only a two mile course, but I stretched it out over the last quarter mile, teasing the kids, telling them their old man was beating them, until we all ended up sprinting the last two hundred yards or so.

Which was why I was too tired to wake up when Lynne crawled in bed with me that night ... just like my little sister had all those years before.

I did wake up, actually, but it was a little too late. I had a raging hardon, and it was currently in Lynne's mouth as she sucked lovingly on it.

I said a forbidden word, turned on the light and sat up. Lynne was squinting at me in the light, having released me to sit back on her calves.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"I just wanted to see what it was like," she said in a disturbingly little girl voice.

I looked at her. She looked back. She broke the silence.

"I didn't think you'd approve if I did it to one of the boys."

"And you thought I'd be all happy if you did it to me?" My voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"Some of my friends back in Oklahoma talked about it, and this guy who thought he was my boyfriend kept trying to get me to do it, but I was never interested until ..." She looked away. "Now," she finally finished.

I looked at her lips ... lips that had recently been clamped around my rock hard phallus. It was surreal. I tried to think of other things.

"So why didn't you talk to me about this earlier?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Who talks to their dad about blow jobs?"

"Who gives their dad a blow job instead of just talking about it?" I shot back.

"I'm sorry!" she whined. "I just got so ... I don't know ... but I knew after what happened before that you'd be mad if I did it to one of the boys and it was all I could think about."

Scotty pushed through my door, which she had left partially open.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. Shaun was right behind him.

We had been too loud.

"Nothing," I said. "Go back to bed. Your sister and I were just talking about something."

"At two in the morning?" He sounded skeptical. He looked at my cock, which was still nice and hard. "Were you letting her jack you off?" Now he sounded angry. "After you told us not to?"

"No!" I said. "She came in here while I was sleeping!" I didn't have to explain anything to my two sons, but I sort of forgot that, at that moment.

"What were you talking about?" he asked, still suspicious.

My daughter still liked her independence, and when it sounded like her big brother was trying to exert authority over her, she balked. Actually, she went beyond balking.

"I tried to give him a blow job, okay? Not that it's any of your business! So just butt out and go back to bed!"

Like she thought that would resolve everything.

I was sure they could hear us in the next motor home over. Scotty and Lynne were angry. Shaun kept saying "She can give me a blow job if she wants!" and I was trying to get them all to shut up.

Finally it was quiet.

"This has gotten completely out of control," I said.

"Why?" asked Scott. I gaped at him. "Come on, Dad. You and Aunt Sarah did stuff and it was fine. Why can't we?"

I thought of several arguments. I thought of the fact that this would inevitably end up with a big, fat prick stuffed into Lynne's young, virgin pussy. But they knew that had happened with me and Sarah, and I didn't want to remind them of that. I thought about the pregnancy issue, but that would remind them I had fucked their aunt long, deep and continuous ... and that she hadn't gotten pregnant. And I really couldn't tell them why. I didn't think Sarah would appreciate me talking about her situation with the boys. It was bad enough that they knew she'd slept with me. I thought about society's strictures against incest. But I had ignored those myself. I thought about the fact that Lynne was too young to be involved in a complex emotional relationship. But she already was. She loved her brothers and me. We loved her back, far above and beyond anything involving sex, and that's a complex, and deeply emotional kind of relationship. Besides, history clearly documents that girls younger than her had been having sex for hundreds of thousands of years.

Basically, the only thing I had was "Do as I say ... not as I do." Or did. But you get the drift.

I got a bit frustrated. I turned to my daughter.

"Do you want to have sex with your brothers?"

Her eyes got wide. "Wait a minute!" she said. "I didn't say that!"

I looked at Scott. "Do you want to have sex with Lynne?"

He actually thought about it. It was obvious he was thinking about it. Finally he looked at her.

"I want you to want to have sex with me," he said. "Does that make sense?"

She nodded, and I groaned.

"But that doesn't mean I do," she said.

I felt a little better.

"Not yet, anyway," she added.

"So ... do you want to have sex with Dad?" asked Shaun, who wasn't about to be left out of this conversation.

Lynne looked around at all three of us.

"It's different with Daddy," she said. "I don't know how to explain it. You're my brothers. I think you're both cool and I love you. Thinking about messing around with you is fun. But thinking about being with Daddy makes me feel sexy and horny. It's different. I can't explain it."

"So ... would you let him ... do it?" Shaun's voice made it sound like he was in awe. Who of, I don't know, but he was definitely in awe.

"I never thought about doing it," she said. "Not really." She took a deep breath. All three of us watched her breasts rise and fall. "Not until you said that, anyway. Now that I am thinking about it ... all I can tell you is that it isn't scary."

"You mean thinking about doing it with him isn't scary," said Shaun. He was obviously fascinated with this concept.

"It makes me feel all warm right here," she said, pointing to a spot just below her belly button.

I groaned.

"But you don't want to do it with us," said Shaun.

"I don't know!" she yelled. It startled all three of us. "Why are you asking me these questions? I didn't plan on fucking anybody! I just wanted to find out what giving a blow job was like!

"Hey, calm down," I said, opening my arms to her by instinct. She crawled over my legs, her knee brushing my still erect cock, and I enfolded her in my arms. "You don't have to have sex with anybody."

"Yes I do," she whined. "I have to someday, and it will probably be one of you!" She reached for my erection and grasped it firmly. "You all want to have sex with me. That's what this means!"

"But we love you," I said. "Nobody's going to force you to do anything. You know that."

"I know that tooooo," she bawled. "And that's what makes me want to have sex with all three of you!" She broke down, sobbing.

Believe it or not, my penis went flaccid right then and there. It was the anguish in her voice that made me lose my desire to have her that way. My baby was in pain, and all I wanted to do was make it okay.

The next thing I knew, the boys and I were having a great conversation about girls, and how to treat them and not treat them. I talked about how hormones affect decisions and how confused young people can be, and how that's exactly the wrong set of circumstances to try to have a real, romantic, sexual relationship in. Throughout the whole thing my daughter just cuddled in my arms. When I went soft she let go of my cock. She didn't say a word during the whole conversation.

Finally we were talked out. I told the boys to go on back to bed, and they did. I noticed both of them were flaccid now too.

After they were gone, and before I could tell her to go to bed on the couch, she said "Can I stay here?"

I had just given a high-minded speech, and I was still worried that my little girl was in pain, so I said "Sure."

I turned off the light. It was warm enough no covers were needed, but she did cuddle up to me, with one arm over my chest, and one knee on my thigh.

But that was okay, and before I could be surprised about it, we both drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was morning. Lynne was still draped halfway over me. I got out from under her and went to the bathroom. When I came back, she was laid out, arms thrown wide and legs open. She was still asleep, though, and it was unconscious. I stared at her pussy lips, which were pale and tightly closed. I was thinking about that comment she'd made when she was distraught, about wanting to have sex with all three of us.

So I didn't go back to bed. Instead, I made batter for waffles. The odors of that and frying bacon got the others up. Nobody seemed to feel like talking, and we ate in silence. Finally, pushing her clean plate aside, Lynne spoke.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" asked Scott.

"For getting all boo hooey last night," she said.

"No biggie," he said. "Dad was right. We get all worked up on hormones sometimes. We just need to think of ways to control that, that's all." He reached for the last piece of bacon at the same time Shaun did. They broke it in half and shared. Shaun spoke before he ate his half.

"I don't want to make you cry," he said. "I feel bad when you cry."

"Good boy," I said. He didn't take offense at being called "boy" in that context.

"You didn't make me cry," she said. "I just got all confused and frustrated, that's all."

"Like Dad said. You don't have to do anything. We were both jerking off before you came along." Scott was firm.

"But I like touching you guys," she complained.

"Okay," he said. "But let's give it a rest for a while and give you time to get things figured out in your head."

I almost said "Good boy" to him too. I was really proud of him. I found out later the only reason he said that was because he wanted to fuck her so bad he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself if they got frisky again. I wasn't the only one who'd heard her say she wanted to have sex with all three of us. But he was also old enough to understand where that crazy comment came from. It came from a girl who was confused and frustrated.

Just like he was.

Scott drove that day. We were taking our time. 60 was still fine, even on the interstate. People passed us right and left, like we were standing still, but we weren't bothering anybody. I think the only people who got miffed at us were truckers, and a lot of them waved as they sailed past.

I haven't listed all the places we stopped, but there were a lot of them. We were due to arrive at Carlsbad Caverns that afternoon, and it was a pretty straightforward run, so I asked Shaun if he wanted to be the navigator for a while so I could talk to Lynne. He got dressed and we swapped places. I found her reading a book, lying on my bed.

"Hey, pumpkin," I said. "Feel like talking?"

She looked at me over the top of the book.

"Not unless you get undressed first."

I chalked that up to her being stubborn, so I got naked. She looked at my cock, which was hanging loose and wrinkled. It's not all that impressive looking when it's small like that, and I felt a little self conscious.

"I like looking at you," she said. "It makes me horny. Is there something wrong with me?"

I felt my cock twitch. Whose wouldn't if a beautiful young woman said he made her horny? But I ignored that and sat down on the bed.

"Nah," I said casually. "You're pretty normal. That's what nature gave you all those hormones for, to get you horny and get you laid."

"I never felt like this before," she argued.

"That's my fault," I said. "It was my cockamamie idea for us all to run around naked, and let you see hardons. I suspect it wasn't the best idea I've ever had."

"You're wrong," she said.

"I know it seems that way now," I said, "But when you get older -"

"No." she interrupted me. "You're wrong about the going nude part. Remember that first night, when you guys caught me in the lake? When I was ... masturbating?"

I nodded. The mental image caused my cock to jerk. It was starting to fill with blood. I thought about clamping it off at the base to stop it, but that would look weird to her.

"That was because of you," she said.

"Me?"

"When you came to get me to go on this trip, I was so excited. I mean I love Aunt Sarah and all that, but I wanted to be back with you. And the boys too. When I saw them, I just about peed my pants I was so happy. And I kept looking at you, and I felt that thing in my tummy that told me I was turned on. And it was confusing, but it was also real. And that night it was so bad I had to do something, so I went down to the lake and I thought about you, and I just had to ... do it."

"Oh," I said, a little breathlessly. My cock was now standing up. It wasn't rock hard yet, but it wasn't far from it either.

"And then, when I saw the boys like that," she pointed at my penis, "and then you too, it made me feel like I was going to explode or something."

"I told you," I said. "It's just a natural reaction."

"And maybe what I'm feeling is a natural reaction too!" she said. "Maybe that's why I wanted to see what the boys felt like ... and what you tasted like."

A long time ago, my wife told me that, nine times out of ten, when a woman is complaining about something, she's not actually looking for answers, which is what a man instinctively tries to give her. Instead, said my wife, she just wants the man to listen to her concerns. And once in a while, she wants to do something, and is trying to get her mate's approval. I looked at my daughter, who looked like my wife.

"So what do you want to do?"

She stared at me. I could see uncertainty in her eyes. Maybe even fear.

"I want to finish what I started in here last night."

There it was. Out in the open. My daughter wanted to give me a blow job. And she was making it quite clear she was doing so voluntarily.

"Have you thought this through?" I asked.

"Since I've never done it, I have no idea how to think it through," she said, reasonably.

"Okay, let's say you start, and then decide you don't like it."

"Then I quit."

"What about me? I'm going to be excited if you do this."

"I got Scotty to squirt. I can do the same thing for you."

I decided not to argue about that, even though I knew how it takes just the right touch to get a guy off, usually.

"So what happens if you decide to keep going and I squirt in your mouth?"

She mulled that over for a moment, and then looked at me. "What does it taste like?"

"How would I know?" I said, shrugging. "I've never done it either."

"Of course not!" she laughed. "Did Mom ever do that for you?"

I nodded.

"Did you squirt in her mouth?"

"Sometimes," I said. I didn't want to tell her that I preferred to squirt in Roxy's pussy rather than her mouth.

"And did she like it?"

I had to admit that she had. I did not supply the information that her mother had loved anything that drove me crazy, and her swallowing my spunk drove me crazy.

"If Mom liked it, then I will too," she said firmly.

"Easy to say," I said. "But you need to have a wastebasket handy, just in case."

"It doesn't make that big a mess," she said.

"Yes, but hurling does," I counseled.

She got off the bed and got the plastic wastebasket from the corner, under the shelf below the window. I got off the bed and told her I'd be right back. I went up front to ask the boys how it was going. They were singing along with a CD in the radio. We were still at least an hour from needing to stop anywhere, and it was interstate all the way.

When I got back, she was masturbating.

"What's up with that?" I asked. She paused, but did not stop.

"I'm excited," she said. "Really excited."

"You want to try this that much?"

"I do," she said. "Are you sure I'm not a slut, Daddy?"

"Of course not," I said. "You appear to be highly sexed, but so was your mother, and so is your Aunt."

"Aunt Sarah is a slut," she moaned.

"Funny you should say that," I said, watching her rub her clitty with two fingertips. "When I picked you up, I asked her if she was still a slut and she said she had given that up. She said she was a fuddy duddy about sex these days."

"She teases Uncle Frank all the time!" moaned Lynne. "She rubs her pussy on his thigh while she kisses him. She grabs his butt when he walks by. She calls him stud and cowboy, and she calls herself his brood mare!"

"She wanted children a lot," I said.

"I know. It's sad. When she said she'd adopt my first ones, it made me feel funny. I can't imagine having a baby and giving it away, but if I had to, I'd give it to Aunt Sarah."

"Let's hold off on the babies for a while," I said softly.

"Okay, but I'm telling you right now, Daddy, you'd better get some birth control pills for me, because whatever is going on inside me is making me think more and more about making babies."

"I'll think about that," I said. Thinking about that had me as hard as a rock, and when I unconsciously flexed my groin muscles, it raised and lowered in salute to her beauty.

"Are you ready?" she asked, suddenly sounding shy.

"I have to confess I am very ready," I admitted.

"Good," she said, the shy gone. "Because I am too.

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