Prick Van Winkle

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1-2 | 3-4 | 5-6 | 7-8 | 9-10 | 11-12 | 13-14 | 15-16 | 17-18
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Chapter 29

Bob stayed for another half hour as his daughters talked about how they thought things went. It was fairly easy to agree that, since no one had run screaming from the house, things might not blow up completely. It would just take time to find out if the news had changed relationships to the point that they would suffer or die.

Bob wasn't sure how he would be received at Gidget's, though she had made it plain she expected him to stay there, at least that night. When he got there she was sitting on the couch, with the TV on.

"What are you watching?" asked Bob.

"I don't know." she said. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Want to talk?" he asked.

"Yes." she said.

"Can I sit beside you?" he asked.

She looked up at him in disgust. "Of course. I already told you there's not much difference between making it with your grandfather and your father. That's not what I've been thinking about."

"Okay, so tell me." he said.

"It's going to sound really stupid, but tonight is the first time I thought of you as a father." she said.

"As your father." he confirmed.

"No ... as a father." She looked at him. "I mean I knew at some level that you were my mother's father, but it was very academic. You didn't get to see her grow up. She grew up without a father, for all intents and purposes. Or at least that's what I thought. Now I understand that she did have a relationship with you, strange though it may have been. She talked to you and, as it turns out, you remember that, even though you couldn't say anything to her at the time."

"Okay," said Bob.

"But don't you see? I really had the relationship with you that I thought she had. You weren't real to me. I never got to know you. When we made love that first time I really was making love with a man I didn't know very well. It didn't feel like incest, because I didn't have any real feeling that you were my grandfather. Now I find out you're actually my father! It's just so strange, but the thing is that I've gotten to know you a little bit and somehow it's easier for me to think of you as my father than it was to think of you as my grandfather."

"Okay," said Bob again.

"And that makes it seem more like incest."

"It is incest, Gidget." he said.

"Yes, but before it didn't feel like incest." she said.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

"No!" she almost shouted. "That's the problem! I love what we do. I had no idea how much I was missing until you came along and ... seduced me." She smiled to show she didn't mean it.

"Can we talk about this in bed?" Bob asked suddenly.

Gidget looked at him with a calculating stare. "You want to get in my panties, don't you?" she accused.

"By the time we get to bed I hope there are no panties to get into." he said. "But we can just talk."

"Sure." she said. "I bet a million girls have heard that line." But she got up and took his hand and they went to the bedroom. With no fanfare they stripped and climbed into the bed. She snuggled up to him.

"There is something else." she said. "That I was thinking about, I mean."

"What's that?" he asked, kissing the upper swell of her breast.

"Remember the first time, up at the cabin? When you had your orgasm and I felt you spurting in me all I could think about was that that was how he made me pregnant."

"I remember," said Bob. "You said I was making you pregnant."

"Yes. I worried about that. But the second time we made love, I had already decided that I loved what we did so much that I didn't think about it that way any more. Actually, I didn't think about it at all, because I had a period and I knew you hadn't made me pregnant."

"I'm glad you didn't have to worry," said Bob. He was kissing closer and closer to her nipple and she was playing with his hair with two fingers, swirling his hair around one and clipping it with the other.

"What I found out tonight is that I should have worried." she said.

Bob lifted his head, question in his eyes. "What?" he asked.

"Bob, you've sired nine children on three women. Every one of your daughters had her own daughter and two sons, and you fathered them all. While you were sleeping."

"Well, yes." admitted Bob.

"I wasn't really thinking about you as being ... virile." she said. "But you obviously are. If we keep doing this you're going to knock me up but good."

"And that would be bad." he said.

She raised up and turned, pressing her breasts against his chest as he put an arm under her. She rested her head on an elbow.

"A month ago ... maybe even two weeks ago ... I'd have shouted ... screamed how bad that would be. But I'm the result of what you did that was ... bad?" She stared at him. "I can't say it was bad that I'm alive ... that I have Becca ... that despite all the pain in the past, I'm glad to be alive. I can't say it was bad, and that just bends my mind all around. My brain tells me I should run screaming from here right now. But my heart says I don't want this to ever end."

"So ... there are ways to do this and not have children," said Bob.

She stared at him a little longer. Then she leaned down and kissed him. When she pulled back she said "Professor Lipscomb never mentioned that." she said. "He wanted to make me pregnant and he said when I was pregnant he'd divorce his wife and we'd get married."

"We already agreed that he didn't love you," said Bob.

"Yes, but you did mention it. You're willing to do whatever I want. You ... love me I think."

"Yes," said Bob simply.

She kissed him again and rolled on top of him. She reached for him.

"You're soft." she said.

"We've been talking." he said.

"We're finished talking." she said, kissing him again.

She scooted down and this time, when she took a man into her mouth, it was because she wanted to. She was thrilled to feel him begin to harden immediately. He tried to pull her hips up to his mouth, but she was impatient, and as soon as he was hard she scrambled back up and sheathed him in her. Then she rocked and kissed him until she felt the sweet release and her pussy clenched him. When he felt and heard her passion he pinched her nipples and pulled on them and she whined at the mingled pleasure and pain of it. She finished by supporting herself with her hands on his chest, her head drooping, her short hair framing her face as she looked down at him.

"You didn't cum." she said.

"No."

"Get on top of me." she ordered.

She lay under him and, for the first time submitted whole-heartedly to a man as he powered into her. She didn't try for another orgasm. Instead she reveled in the movement of his muscles, and the way his face looked, and at his increased breathing. She concentrated on how he moved his hips, and where his legs were, and the sounds he made. She watched him and was thrilled that she could make him do all these little things. His face twisted and she intuitively knew he was about to spew. His eyes locked on hers.

"Go ahead." she whispered, stroking his arms and shoulders.

With a half sob Bob slammed into her deep and she felt the wet heat that she now welcomed. It was as if his love for her was flowing from his body to hers in a tactile way.

"No" she thought to herself as his face scrunched up and she felt another dangerous jet. "There is no way in the world that this is a bad thing."

It took Sunny three days to come to terms with how she felt about things. She was able, at work, to think about other things, at least most of the time. But when she was home, every time she walked by the guest bedroom, she thought of Bob staying there. That led her to thinking that, if she wanted it, he wouldn't sleep in that room at all. By the time she got into bed, she thought about where he was - at Gidget's - and where he was probably sleeping there. It wasn't difficult at all to imagine his body on top of her cousin ... her sister! ... doing to her what Sunny had spent years fantasizing about what her father would do to her, if she ever met him.

And, of course, now she had met him. She had met him long ago. She just didn't know it then. Bob didn't fit the vague image she had built of her father in those fantasies. He was smaller in stature - her fantasy father was tall - and Bob was more soft spoken - her fantasy father thundered when he spoke. Her fantasy father had a huge, almost club-like prick, that was always erect and usually dripping. She wondered now what that meant. She had never actually had sex in her fantasies. It always got close, with him looming over her, his prick dripping on her skin ... but it never actually happened. Like Gidget, the only memory she had of a man making love to her was one man, Don in her case, and that had ended badly. She didn't want her fantasy father to do things the way Don had done them.

She realized now that Don had had a mean streak in him. He liked to spank her when he pretended to be her father, and take her from behind roughly. He had almost always dominated her during sex, demanding this of her, making her do that, bending her almost double as he pounded her. She had always thought that was the way it was supposed to be. Part of what tipped her into filing for divorce was a co-worker's description of what her husband had done for her on Valentines Day. She had gone into explicit detail, talking about how he pampered her, catering to her every sexual whim that night. Sunny had quipped "Too bad it can't be like that more often." assuming that her co-worker had been treated to something unique and odd. But the woman had looked at her with a smile. "Actually, the only thing different was the whipped cream and strawberries. I'd always wanted to do that but was afraid he'd think I was silly."

That was when Sunny found out some men treated their wives with tenderness and concern for their desires during sex. Even the way Don had gone down on her had been almost violent. She had loved that part, but it had still been almost like wrestling.

The reason Sunny didn't let her fantasy father actually have sex with her was because she didn't want him to do it like Don had. But the only style she was familiar with was Don's. It was a vicious circle. She couldn't have sex with another man, because he might be like Don. She couldn't imagine another way to do it because she couldn't have sex with another man to learn another way to do it.

But Bob was nothing like Don. He wasn't angry all the time. He wasn't loud. He wasn't abusive in his language, or behavior. He was, as she had noticed back when she first 'met' him ... a nice guy. Like Gidget, she had never been able to form any coherent thoughts of him as her actual, real, genuine relative. Now, her brain almost cramped when she tried to overlay Bob on the image of her fantasy father. It just didn't work.

For whatever reason, though, Sunny had no trouble at all imagining what it looked like when Gidget and Bob made the beast with two backs. She saw the passion on Gidget's face, and she heard the smacking noises of their kisses. She heard their panting and the grunting noise she was sure Bob made when he reached his release. She saw the thrashing Gidget had promised her they wouldn't do when she left. She knew that promise was only for that night, and Bob had stayed with her three more nights since then.

It made her horny ... so horny that she couldn't get to sleep until she rubbed her pussy for almost half an hour. She could get close, but not there. It was actually the exhaustion caused by her frustration that put her to sleep.

The next day she called Gidget and asked if she could come over that night.

Sunny had no idea what they would talk about when she knocked on the door and then opened it to go in. She found Gidget in the kitchen. Val was out with her new boyfriend. Gidget rolled her eyes saying it looked serious, but Val wouldn't say. Bob was gone somewhere - Gidget didn't say where - and they settled into their normal sisterly chatter while Sunny helped get dinner ready. By the time Bob came in the door with two bottles of wine and a bottle of brandy, Sunny was relaxed enough that just the sight of him didn't tense her up.

Then they sat and ate dinner like normal people, talking about normal things. Nothing was said about Bob being their father, or his money or anything at all except little things, like who his old and new favorite sports teams were. The wine flowed freely and at one point Sunny accused Bob of trying to get her drunk. His response was to reach for her glass and take it away from her, refusing to give it back even when she demanded, and then pleaded and then asked nicely. She finally had to get up and take it back by force as he smiled and Gidget laughed.

"You have to be careful of what you say around this guy," said Gidget. "He takes you pretty much at your word most of the time, whether you mean it or not. Political correctness is not his forte."

"That must be refreshing," said Sunny, thinking about the games she had to play at work.

After dinner they moved to the living room with the brandy. Gidget put a CD on low. It was slow dancing music, something they played each evening while they danced. It was Gidget's way of re-creating the ambiance of that first night they spent together, and never failed to get him stone hard for her.

It was suddenly awkward, the barely audible music the only sound in the room. "I've been having trouble getting to sleep at night." Sunny finally said.

"That's understandable," said Bob. "You've received some pretty shocking news."

"That's not it." she said. "I can't seem to actually think of you as my father, even though I know you are."

"So what's the problem?" asked Gidget.

"I keep imagining him ... and you ... together ... here," said Sunny.

"Like this?" asked Gidget, a teasing smile on her face.

Sunny threw her a dirty look. "Of course not like this."

Gidget must have felt some inner sense that Sunny was capable of talking frankly.

"You know, I took your advice." she said.

"What about?" asked Sunny.

"About letting him ... use his mouth ... down there."

Sunny blinked. That hadn't been in her image of them together. Now suddenly ... it was.

"Great." she said, frustrated.

Gidget heard the frustration. "So, have you figured out what you want to do?"

"About what?" asked Sunny, trying to dodge the issue.

"You wanted to meet your father. You have. Now, what are you going to do about it?" Gidget wasn't letting her off the hook.

"I don't know what to do," said Sunny, still frustrated.

"What do you want to do?" asked Gidget.

"I don't know that either," said Sunny.

"You used to," said Gidget. "You said so the other night."

"That was when I didn't know who he was," said Sunny.

Gidget rolled her eyes. "My advice is to go on a date with him."

Sunny took a stiff drink of brandy. "I don't think I should be alone with him."

"Why not, for goodness sake?"

"Because I'll want to do what you do with him," said Sunny.

"So ... do it," said Gidget.

"But he's yours!" said Sunny.

Gidget laughed. "No he's not, silly. I'm doing the same thing with him that my mother did, as it turned out. Is he hers? Does he belong to any of the women who had his children? He's just a man, Sunny. He's a man I love to be with, but he's just a man. I can't imagine meeting another one like him, but he swears it will happen some day and I'll forget all about him."

Sunny looked at Bob for the first time since she had started talking. He was sipping brandy and being quiet.

"I'm afraid." she said. "I'm afraid that it's wrong, but I want to do it. I'm afraid that you'll treat me like Don did. I'm afraid I won't like it. I'm afraid I'll like it too much. See? I can't do this."

"You don't have to do anything," said Bob. "It doesn't matter what your fantasies were, or any of that. Just do what you think is best for you right now."

"I can't get to sleep at night. I can't even masturbate successfully!" She blushed.

Gidget sat up. "Hey! Remember when I got my first kiss?" she asked. Sunny looked confused.

Gidget leaned forward. "It was when I was in sixth grade. You were in Junior High School and I was so jealous. You had kissed that boy ... what was his name? ... Dennis?"

Sunny smiled. "No, it was Billy Walker. You were so jealous I let him kiss you just to shut you up." She laughed. "I'd forgotten all about that."

"Well," said Gidget, "That was the only way I could have done it ... with you there. I'd have been way too nervous to do it alone. I still didn't kiss a guy after that until two years later. But you were there with me and I wasn't scared."

Sunny blinked as Gidget's meaning sunk in. "You're joking." she said.

"Why not?" said Gidget. "You don't have to do anything weird, but if you do want to do something you can because I'll be there. We'll ... share ... kind of."

"That's outrageous," said Sunny dismissively.

"Would it be outrageous for us both to dance with him?" asked Gidget.

"No, of course not," said Sunny.

Gidget got up and held out her hand to Bob, who put his brandy down and stood up. He took her into a close hug and they danced over to the CD player, where Gidget turned the music up.

Bob danced with her the same way he always did, with his hands on her butt, or sliding up and down her back.

It took two songs, but finally Sunny was there.

"Can I cut in?" she asked.

Gidget smiled and stepped back. "He's ... um ... excited. But that's because of me, not you." Gidget giggled.

Sunny almost didn't go through with it because of that, though. Bob pulled her into a clasp, but didn't press himself against her.

"She does that to me on purpose." he said softly.

"What?" asked Sunny, feeling the old habit of moving to a slow dance coming back.

"She rubs herself against me to get me excited." he said. "She's horrible."

"Most men wouldn't call that horrible," said Sunny, leaning back to look at his face.

"Well, actually I like it a lot," said Bob, smiling. "But aren't I supposed to act like I don't?"

Sunny couldn't help but smile. "You really don't know how to be politically correct, do you?"

"I never even heard that term until I woke up." he said. "I'm still not sure exactly what it means."

They talked about terms and other words that were new to Bob, swaying slowly with the music until Gidget was there, tapping Sunny on the shoulder.

"You guys have gone three songs. It's my turn again." she said.

Sunny felt the let down of leaving him, which was her first clue that she'd been having a nice time without even thinking about it. She sat on the couch and watched. Gidget kissed him and his hands squeezed her butt. Sunny tried to think back on where his hands had been while they danced, but she couldn't remember. She was sure if he'd have put his hands on her ass she would remember that. She watched Gidget press her hips against his, giggling. She was being shameless in front of her ... sister! Sunny felt the amazement of knowing that the woman she had felt was a sister her whole life was, in fact, her sister! They had the same father, at least. She watched her sister rubbing her loins against their father.

Sunny felt the same frustration she had in bed alone.

She cut in, and this time she pulled him closer, putting her head on his shoulder. He smelled good, and she thought of what she had read about scents and incest. She was suddenly aware of his hand on her lower back, moving slightly, and wished ... She reached behind her and moved his hand down onto her right butt cheek. He didn't tense, but squeezed it gently. She felt the warmth flood her body that was there when she fantasized. Her fantasy father had kissed her in her fantasy and she suddenly had to find out whether Bob's lips felt like that or not. She moved her lips to his cheek ... then to the corner of his lips, but could go no further. He pulled back and looked in her eyes. He saw the fear there, but the desire too. He did the same thing to her, brushing his lips across her cheek and then kissing the corner of her mouth.

Then suddenly, somehow, their lips touched. His kiss wasn't urgent or demanding at all. It wasn't like Don's and it wasn't like her fantasy father's either. His lips were soft and warm and ... she liked it. He let her kiss him back and, to her discomfort, she became the aggressor, mashing her lips to his and moving her head. She felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Go away." she mumbled into his lips.

Gidget laughed. She also sat back down.

Sunny's world was hazy and she felt weightless. She suddenly found herself pressing hard against the bulge that was perfectly positioned to push between her legs. Her hands moved all over his back now and she sighed as he moved his other hand to her butt too and he massaged her cheeks.

Still, it wasn't an urgent or demanding feeling. It was just soft and warm and nice.

"My turn." came Gidget's voice. It was demanding.

Sunny stepped back and gasped. Gidget had taken her shirt off. She was naked from the waist up. As soon as Sunny was clear, Gidget worked to get Bob's shirt off too. Then they danced topless. It was a clear challenge to Sunny.

She watched them for a full five minutes before she made up her mind. She shrugged out of her blouse and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She expected to feel both foolish and wanton. She felt neither. All she felt was the urge to feel his chest against her own.

She stood up and Gidget must have been watching, because she stepped back immediately and let Sunny take her place.

It was fabulous. Sunny hadn't felt this in so long she couldn't even think about it. Her gut told her there would be more that she hadn't felt in years ... much more. She felt her pussy cramp in anticipation.

As they turned, and as she rubbed her stiffened nipples against his chest, she saw Gidget taking the rest of her clothes off. Her pussy clenched again and she felt a pang of panic, but just then Bob kissed her and cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple gently. Everything he did was gentle and it was making her wild.

"Stand still," said Gidget from behind her.

Bob was kissing her still, and she felt Gidget's hands on her shorts, unfastening them. She felt oddly relieved that she wouldn't have to do this herself ... that she could just go on kissing Bob and her clothes would fall off. She felt air on her buttocks as Bob's hands slid up onto her back and then they dipped and smoothed over what was now bare. She lifted a foot at a time and felt Gidget help her kick the shorts off. Then the "Stand Still" command was given again as Gidget worked on Bob, making him nude too.

They came back together and she felt it immediately. It was hot as it nosed into her pubic hair and poked her. She couldn't bring herself to touch it yet, but went up on her tiptoes in an attempt to get it to go between her legs. Her arms twined around his neck and she pulled him into a savage kiss. His hands never left her buttocks, but he bent his knees until he got it right where she wanted it and then stood back up. She thought she'd faint as it pressed against her dripping pussy.

Still, all he did was dance with her. And kiss her, of course.

His lack of force made her quiver with desire.

The music went off suddenly.

"We've danced enough," said Gidget.

Panic came back as Bob separated from her and she could see him ... and he could see her ... for the first time. He was rampant, but it was no club. It looked nothing like Dan's either and she was more inclined to compare it to the few she'd seen and touched before she got married. Gidget took her hand and then reached for Bob's hand, pulling them both toward her bedroom.

"This is silly." muttered Sunny, feeling suddenly naked as they shuffled along.

"You can just watch, if you like," said Gidget. "And you can leave if you don't want to watch, but you have to come with us first. I want you to see what you allowed me to discover."

Once they were in the bedroom Gidget got her low-backed chair from her dressing table and put it not far from the bed. She sat Sunny on it and lit several candles before turning off the light.

Sunny watched as Gidget laid on the bed and beckoned Bob. Bob stood, looking from Sunny to Gidget, and then went to the bed.

He did hunch over Gidget, but to Sunny's eyes it wasn't a hulking kind of thing. It was more like he floated, as his head drifted from place to place on Gidget's body. First he tasted her nipples, licking and sucking. Then he went to her abdomen and kissed all over it until Gidget's hips started making fucking motions. He teased her by going down to her pubes and licking there and then moving quickly back up to her breasts. Gidget moaned her frustration, holding his head to her breast first, and then pushing it down ... down ... down until at last he slipped between her legs. He was noisy, but not violent. He seemed to shake his head back and forth a lot, and Sunny couldn't imagine what he was doing then, but Gidget went wild when he did that. It went on for what seemed like an hour until Gidget's hands gripped the bedspread and pulled it into wrinkles as she gasped and cried out.

Sunny suddenly realized her finger was deep in her own pussy. She didn't even remember putting it there. She was gasping too.

Gidget went limp and Bob lifted up. His head swiveled toward Sunny. She could see his face glisten in the candlelight as he looked at her. She couldn't move. Bob must have sensed that, because he moved off the bed, standing. He was still firm and jutting. Sunny's mind flitted to what already would have happened by now with Don. He had never stayed hard this long without jamming it in her. She recoiled as he walked toward her.

He sank to his knees and walked on them toward her. Her own knees were tightly shut now, her hands on the arms of the little chair. When he got to her he leaned over to kiss her outer thigh and then kissed his way upward. She held her breath as he got to her breasts. She expected him to go for the nipple immediately. That's what he'd done with Gidget. But with her he kissed all over the full globes, moving down into her cleavage and licking there before moving all over. He kissed everywhere except the nipples until her hands moved of their own accord to his head. He was easy to force and she almost had an orgasm when he sucked her left nipple gently, almost like a sleepy baby.

He played with that for a while, his hand stroking her flank, her outer knee pressing against his hip. She was intimately aware of the sounds he was making. The only human voices heard since they had come into the bedroom were Gidget's cries of joyous passion. She could hear the sounds as he sucked and licked the nipple. He moved to the other one without her making him and she moaned as the streaks of pleasure he had caused in the first one were reproduced in the new one. He stopped and she moaned again at the loss. He backed up and went to her still closed knees. He grasped a knee in each hand, and kissed the top of each knee. As he moved his lips to the inner knee, he applied pressure. His message was clear. He wanted access to her pussy.

At first she resisted, but several long licks up her thighs made her passion overrule her fear and she parted them so he could crawl between them. He kissed and licked his way closer and closer, so slowly that she found herself slumping to inch her pussy closer to him as she leaned back in the chair. The upholstery of the chair was soft, but the top of the low backrest bit into her middle back.

Then she felt the first tentative touch of his tongue, as if it were testing for heat, or cold or something that he wanted to be able to jerk his tongue away from instantly. Her frustration was back. She was so close to ... something ... that she wiggled in the chair.

He started at the bottom of her slit and licked upward, his tongue wide and flat. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She ached to have his tongue penetrate her and was shocked that he was being too gentle. Just then he licked her again, this time forcing his tongue between her outer labia. Her legs swung as wide as she could make them go in the chair as she scooted forward even more. She almost slipped off the edge of the chair and he jammed his hands under her butt, palms down. She lifted her butt automatically, pushing her pussy into his face. When she sat back down, it was on his hands, almost on his wrists, as they took the place of the seat of the chair she had now slid completely off of.

About then, he found and sucked her clit. Once he had it firmly between his pursed lips, he darted the tip of his tongue at it, stabbing it repeatedly as he sucked.

Sunny thought she might actually die from the joy of it.

The chair creaked under her. It was wonderful beyond words, but it wasn't working. She was too heavy for his hands and wrists to hold her up comfortably. As hard as it was to do it, she gripped the arms of the chair and scooted back, breaking his lip lock on her bulging clitty.

Still without words, she leaned forward and bounded out of the chair, pulling him to the bed. She flung herself down beside Gidget, who scooted over to make room. Copying her own mood, Bob flung himself between her legs and resumed where he had left off. Sunny's legs came up and her heels rested on his back as she felt the orgasm she had abandoned, to change places, coming back. It left her breathless, and before she could catch her breath from that one another one rocketed through her body as he continued to lick and suck. She felt light headed and pushed at his head to break contact. She was quite convinced he would continue to pleasure her until she lost consciousness if she didn't make him stop.

As soon as he was out from between her legs, Gidget was pulling him between her own, her hand reaching for him ... guiding him. There was a wet sucking sound as he lunged forward and Gidget groaned happily at being filled with that long strange prick.

Sunny watched as Bob did things she would never have even imagined. He went in deep and then made his groin do little circles until Gidget screamed. He did long, slow strokes, almost coming out until Gidget reached for his ass and pulled him back in. He teased her with his prick. There was a point when he pounded her, and he did look like Don then, but there was none of the filthy language Don had to use whenever he did that. It was more like a dance of some kind, done in the prone position, and her pussy simply ached to find out what that dance was like.

After three orgasms for Gidget, Bob pulled out and rocked back on his knees. His wet prick jutted obscenely from his loins. He looked at Sunny and she stared back. She reached for him with just one hand, and he kneed his way between her legs. She waited, her eyes closed. She felt his mouth on her nipple and her eyes popped open. He was looking up at her while he sucked. He stopped.

"You have to do it." he said. "It needs to be you who does this."

Her heart felt like it might burst and she grabbed for him, feeling his length and warmth and the slipperiness of her cousin ... sister ... on him. She pulled almost savagely and, like a guided missile, he was suddenly there, and then, just as suddenly, all the way in her.

Her groan was a carbon copy of Gidget's.

The pain was almost welcome. She had been so aroused that she was jittery, almost incoherent with her need. The pain grounded her. But it vanished as he pulled back out until the tip was all that was in her. His lips returned to her nipple and she almost screamed with frustration, reaching for his hips. He resisted as her nails dug into the skin of his hips, and inched back in with agonizing slowness.

Until he was fully seated again, and this time there was no pain.

He started those little circles and Sunny's mind gave up.

A tiny fraction of her mind sensed that she would go mad if it didn't do something, so that part of her mind went to a quiet place and just watched and listened as the rest of her sought release like a starving man seeks a single bite to eat. She knew she was babbling. She heard her voice cursing. She felt her body jerking and thrashing and wanted to laugh because it was her who was thrashing around in bed ... not Gidget. Her second orgasm of the night - something that had never happened in her life - wasn't exactly like the first, perhaps because it was a different stimulus that brought it on, but she was more afraid of that than of anything else that had happened that night, because she knew, when it came, that she would never be able to deny Bob her body - ever again. As it washed over her, she felt owned in a way that she had never felt with Don. It was like the most horrible of thunder clouds about to ruin a sunny day.

She heard him ask if she was on the pill, and she shook her head violently, unable to speak.

He was suddenly out of her and she was weightless as he disappeared, almost like magic. She cried out and looked to see him on top of Gidget again, grunting as he emptied himself in her. Gidget cooed and urged him on with delighted little snippets of lusty talk.

Sunny's reaction was cataclysmic. The rain cloud of his domination of her vanished. His question had not been to find out she was fertile and then gloat as he forced his semen into her. Rather he cared enough not to endanger her after their reckless and wild sex. The rain cloud was replaced with a rainbow.

There was also a feeling of terrible emptiness.

It was probably the combination of the wine and the exertion that caused them to get drowsy and fall asleep together in the big bed, with Bob between the two women, each of whom cuddled up to him as they drifted off.

Sunny dreamed. She was empty and sad. Suddenly her fantasy father was there. This time he had a face. It was Bob's face. And this time her fantasy father did more things to her, climbing on top of her and making her dream psychedelic. She woke, breathing hard from the dream. Her arm was lying on top of Bob's stomach. As her mind drifted back to the dream, her hand drifted down to his genitals. His penis lay limply on his nest of pubic hair and she toyed with it gently. He moved in his sleep and his prick rolled, like it was in slow motion as blood entered it due to her manipulation. He snorted and moved his head. She kissed his cheek and he turned his head toward her. There was one candle still burning, but their eyes were so used to the dark that it seemed light in the room. His eyes opened and looked into hers.

"I need you to be hard Daddy." she whispered. She kissed the corner of his mouth. He disentangled himself from Gidget and turned to face Sunny, who wiggled into his arms. She pulled and squeezed until he was long and strong again, his prick poking between her legs. She used it to tease her clit with as they kissed.

He mounted her again and this time she threw her legs wide in welcome. She grabbed a pillow and put it over her face when she came, wailing into the soft muffler. She threw it aside and her nails dug into his butt, holding him in as her legs wrapped around him tightly. She made it clear what she wanted and he gave a long, low sigh: "Ohhh baby" as she felt the warm glow that was his sperm soaking her channel.

"Ohhh Daddy." she sighed back.

She slept more easily this time. She didn't feel empty any more.

Chapter 30

Polly walked into the Wagon Wheel restaurant at six sharp and she immediately saw Brian sitting in a booth. There was a vase of flowers - red roses - sitting on the table in front of him. He had the menu open and was looking it over. She felt the rush in her belly that she always felt when she saw him now. She walked over and slid into the booth opposite him. She reached for the flowers and smelled them. People were staring at them.

If you looked up "Greasy Spoon" in the dictionary, there would probably be a picture of the Wagon Wheel there. It had been a fixture in town ever since Polly could remember. When she was in High School, it was the place to go to hang out and have French fries with cream gravy. It had fallen out of favor with the young crowd, and into favor with migrant workers for several years. The menu shifted to suit them. Then a new manager had been hired who tried to bring in Tofu and salads and healthy food. He was fired after about a month. People made it known that if they wanted healthy food, they'd go to Apple Annie's, down the road. They came to the Wagon Wheel to stock up on cholesterol and taste, which was probably the result of the fat content of the burgers, fries, onion rings and other staples of the current menu. The odd stranger stopped in occasionally and usually left without actually ordering, a horrified look on his or her face. But the locals loved the place and kept it afloat quite nicely. The worn table tops, wiped countless times by countless footsore waitresses were an indeterminate color, but nobody cared. The food was delicious.

There was only one table this evening that had flowers on it. That was why people stared. Roses just didn't belong in the Wagon Wheel.

Polly couldn't have cared less.

After dinner they went to the park and walked, hand in hand, talking about anything and everything. There was an old merry-go-round that had somehow escaped the park board members who were intent on making playgrounds so safe that no one would ever want to play on one any more. They took turns pushing each other as they talked some more.

It got dark and they were walking back to Brian's car when a rough looking young man approached them. He whipped out a knife and waved it at them.

"You don't need that fancy watch you're wearing." he said to Brian. "And the bitch don't need her purse either." He waved the knife menacingly.

Brian stepped between Polly and the robber and held up both hands, palms out. "Hey, take it easy, we don't want any problem here." he said.

"Hurry up, man, gimme your wallet too. I'll cut you, man." the punk warned.

"Okay, okay, just take it easy," said Brian, sounding worried. "You can have it all ... just don't hurt us, okay?"

The punk swelled with self importance and waved with the knife. "Hurry up!" he snapped.

Brian reached behind him, like he was going to pull his wallet from his pocket. What appeared in his hand, though, was a .38 Chief's Special, with a two inch barrel.

"Oh, man!" Brian said as the punk's eyes widened. "Don't you just hate it when you bring a knife to a gun fight?" Then he calmly said "Halt ... Police."

The punk turned to run and Brian shot him in the ass. Polly jumped and screamed at the report of the weapon. The punk flew forward, hitting the ground on his stomach and screaming that he was shot and dying.

Brian turned to Polly. "Stay there." he ordered.

He went to the punk and stepped on the wrist of the hand that was still holding the knife. He knelt, putting his knee in the perp's back and the screaming intensified as the man complained that it hurt his back.

Polly, meanwhile, had dug into her purse and found her cell phone. She punched a nine and two ones and breathlessly spoke into the phone. Brian got the knife away from the perp and tossed it a few feet away. A siren wailed in the distance, getting closer and louder. Then there were headlights and flashing red and blue lights. Brian had put his pistol away again, and was holding up his badge.

It didn't go as smoothly as you and I probably think it should have. First there was a jurisdictional issue. Brian wasn't deputized in the county he was in, and a Sacramento PD badge didn't carry any official weight in Circleton. Then there was the issue of the fact that Brian had shot the man. It was pretty obvious that the man was running away when he was shot, which meant he wasn't a danger to either Brian or Polly any more, which meant that Brian was no longer entitled to use deadly force ... assuming he was entitled to use any force at all.

What saved the day, in the end, was that when the Circleton officer picked up the knife and examined it, he made a noise in his throat. He got a lot more official with the robber, and a lot less official with Brian. They were all taken down town.

It turned out that there had been a stabbing earlier at a bar, and the perpetrator of that incident had gotten away. The victim was still in surgery, and it was touch and go as to whether he would make it. What the Circleton officer had seen on the knife was blood where the blade pivoted once it was unlocked. Brian had apparently caught what might very well be a murder suspect. Murder was a little beyond the daily fare of such a small jurisdiction, and State Troopers were requested. Once a trooper arrived and heard all the information, he dragged a judge out of bed and presented him with the jurisdictional problem.

"What's wrong with you people?" snapped the judge. "He's licensed in the State of California. He saw a fleeing felon who was known to be armed and dangerous. His arrest was obviously made based on probable cause. You woke me up for this?"

It was after midnight when they were finally allowed to go. Brian had to work the next day, but not until swing shift. Polly had to work too. He took her home. When they got there Fran was already in bed asleep when Polly eased her door open and checked on her. She closed the door and pulled Brian to her bedroom.

"Um ... Polly ... there's a bed in here." he said.

"It's my bedroom, silly." she said.

"I thought you said we weren't going anywhere with a bed on this date."

"That was before you saved my life and fought for me." she said, taking her shirt and bra off. "I do not want to be the only naked person in this room." she said, reaching for the fastener of her pants. "You can leave tomorrow morning in plenty of time to do whatever you have to do to get ready for work." she said.

The adrenaline rush was long gone, but the feeling of having escaped danger in a close call made their lovemaking something even more precious and special than it had been in the past. It was slower, more measured somehow, and Polly's orgasm allowed her enough control to whisper his name over and over. As he once again gushed his seed she held him tightly and he groaned, celebrating the amazement that he had stumbled across her.

Fran woke up and stretched, imagining her body becoming lean and thin as it got longer and longer until she was ten feet tall from toes to fingertips. She relaxed. She didn't remember her mother coming in last night, which was strange. Polly didn't stay out late usually.

Fran got up and padded to her mother's bedroom just to check. She pushed the door open on silent hinges and took in a breath when she saw the two naked bodies tangled up on the bed. Both were sleeping soundly. She looked at her watch. It was past time for her mother to be up and getting ready for work. She walked to the nightstand and looked at the alarm clock. The switch was in the off position.

Now that she was closer she could smell them ... the odor of what they had obviously done last night. Fran felt a twinge in her loins. Ever since Bob had taken her virginity she had felt conflicting desires. She wanted to do that again, but Bob was always with one of the other women, living here, or there. If he stayed with her grandmother she could probably manage to stay overnight and get him alone, but who knew when that would happen again?

She had thought about boys she knew, and about what it might be like with them. She didn't have a boyfriend. She had always been too independent and thought she would feel tied down if she agreed to be some boy's girlfriend. She was also a creature of habit. Whenever she went out to eat, for instance, she always ordered the same thing. She knew she'd like it, so why take a chance on something else she might not like? Now she had a new habit, except that she couldn't indulge in it whenever she felt like it. And thinking about doing it with one of the boys she knew was too much like ordering something different in a restaurant.

Feeling disgruntled, she poked her mother in the shoulder with a finger.

"Huh?" Polly jerked and opened her eyes, squinting.

"You're going to be late for work," said Fran tersely.

The situation slammed into Polly's mind all at once ... late for work ... Brian next to her ... naked...

"Shit!" she gasped.

"Mother!" chided Fran, watching interestedly as her mother moved and Brian's loins were exposed.

"What are you doing here?" gasped Polly.

"Waking you up ... duh!" giggled Fran. Somehow her mother's embarrassment made her feel better.

"We're naked!" moaned Polly.

"I can see that," said Fran calmly.

"You're not supposed to see that." whined Polly.

"Too late." laughed Fran. "Besides, I'm a big girl now."

Brian had begun moving at the sound of voices. He opened his eyes and looked at Fran.

"Uh oh." he said.

"Morning Brian," said Fran sweetly. "Did you have a good time last night?"

"Go away you horrible girl." moaned her mother.

"Yes Mommy," said Fran mimicking a little girl. "You can still make it to work on time if you hurry." With a look over her shoulder she walked to the door and left, smiling.

At Gidget's house, things were almost as frantic. Sunny was worried that Val and Becca would ask all kinds of questions about why she hadn't come home. She was going to have to wear some of Gidget's clothing to make it to work on time herself. Gidget's job was more flexible, so she could be a little late. Bob got up with them and fixed breakfast for them while they got ready to leave. After perhaps a minute or two of embarrassment, both women adjusted and chatted like the sisters they actually were as they got ready. Both wolfed down breakfast, kissed Bob on the lips, and left, Gidget offering to drop Sunny off at her car.

Bob was detailed to call Sunny's house and let the girls know everything was all right. He dialed Polly's number by accident, and Fran answered.

"Hi!" she said brightly. "I was just thinking of you."

"Oh ... sorry, I was supposed to call Val and let her know that ... never mind. I must have dialed the wrong number. I'm not used to trying to remember so many phone numbers."

"You didn't dial the wrong number. Karma made you dial this number," said Fran. "I told you I was just thinking about you. What are you going to do today?"

Bob had to think. "I have an appointment to see a builder and I thought I'd talk to a few Realtors to see what kind of land is available," said Bob.

"Can I go with you?" asked Fran. "I'm bored."

"Sure," said Bob. "Let me call Val and clean up breakfast dishes and I'll pick you up."

He pressed the flash hook and the phone immediately rang.

He lifted his finger. "Hello?"

"Grandpa!" came Val's voice. "Where's my mother?"

"She's fine," said Bob. "We stayed up late talking and she decided to just stay here. She went to work from here."

"Oh," said Val. "We were worried when we got up and she wasn't here."

"Well, don't worry, everything is fine," said Bob.

"What are you doing today?" asked Val.

That led to an explanation that he and Fran were going places, and Bob ended up picking up all three young women to take with him as he began to plan for his future home.

Just being Bob would have been enough to catch the attention of most people. Having three gorgeous young women with him just added to the mystique. He introduced them as his granddaughters as he went from place to place, which was jarring, considering his visual appearance of age. They, of course, giggled and looked fabulous. If somebody ever tells you that having a bunch of good looking women with you doesn't get you special attention, tell them they're crazy. The men Bob dealt with that day fell all over themselves to make sure that Bob Winkle was happy. Of course some of it might have been due to the fact that he was talking about high end purchases, but all that nubile young flesh didn't hurt things.

By noon Bob had a list of properties to take a look at and an architect salivating at the prospect of designing what Bob wanted.

Just driving around in the Camaro with the girls got Bob a lot of jealous stares. The girls knew the area well enough that the six locations Bob wanted to look at were found with little trouble. Only two of them already had houses on them, but they were on parcels of five and seven acres. Three of the other four were undeveloped land. The last one was low in the foothills, and was a failed Winery. The business was about to declare bankruptcy and the owner was trying to sell the property before that happened, to prevent the land from being taken as an asset. Bob had seen a flier about the property at the Real estate agency and had asked about it on a whim. It was farthest from Circleton, in El Dorado county, and on another whim Bob decided to go there first.

The girls ooed and ahed as he drove slowly up a gravel road to the old stone house that contained the show room and winery. Row upon row of grape vines flowed by, symmetrical in overall appearance, but also obviously plants which weren't the same. There was a small lake fed by runoff from the mountains. There was a huge old barn, painted red with white trim that would have looked perfectly placed in Wisconsin dairy country, and two cabin style houses, one built of logs, as well as various other outbuildings. There was also that tall stone house.

Bob examined a copy of the flier he'd gotten. There were a hundred and four acres of land, thirty-two of it planted in Pino Noir, Merlot, Zin and Sauv Blanc grapes. He had no idea what the different varieties meant. There was, apparently in the big stone house, a thousand square foot tasting room, a barrel room and a residence in the upper story. There was a fermentation barn, an equipment barn and a storage building for case goods. The capacity of the winery was currently listed at twelve thousand cases, with a notation that there was room for expansion.

Part of the other acreage had been used to build a special events area with a redwood stage, pavilion, changing suites, pool and rest rooms. A studio guest cottage was included, whatever that was, and there were two apartments for employees listed at 532 square feet apiece. The rest of the property was mountainside and foothills.

The asking price was seven and a half million.

There was a cardboard sign tacked to the entrance of the parking lot that said "CLOSED". A woman dressed in a checkered shirt, faded jeans and cowboy boots was walking toward the steps that led to the wide covered porch of the stone building. She had on a sun-bleached baseball hat with a long pony tail hanging down from the back. She looked over at Bob and the girls as they climbed out of the convertible and walked toward them.

She walked with the motions of a strong, confident woman.

"We're closed." she said as she approached. All her exposed skin was nut brown, like she spent all day in the sun.

"I see that," said Bob. He handed her the flier. "I might be interested in buying the place."

She looked at the flier and then back at him. Then she looked at the girls, who were staring around at various things.

"I'm Annie Montgomery. I'm the manager here. What do you know about wine?" she asked bluntly.

"Nothing," said Bob.

Annie looked up at the sky. "Not another one." she said under her breath.

"I beg your pardon?" asked Bob.

"The last person that bought this operation killed it." she said. It was obvious she was angry about it. "He doesn't know anything about wine either."

"Actually, I'm looking for a place to locate my family. We'd like to go into business together. I never thought about a vineyard. I'm more looking for a place to build a family home."

"There's lots of places in California to put a building," said Annie. She had a lot of work to do and wanted to blow this guy off, but she clamped down on her temper and stayed.

"It's kind of a special family," said Bob. "Large. I need to be able to house fifteen or twenty people."

Annie stared at him, and then at the three girls.

"I'm Bob Winkle," said Bob. He held out his hand. "These are my granddaughters."

Annie worked too hard to sit around and listen to the news, or watch TV, or read the paper. She was a go-getter who had grown up in wine country. She knew her business and had thought she would be happy once she had her own operation to manage. She knew she could produce good wine. The problem was that the man she had hired on for, and who had a good, if newly built operation, had fallen ill with cancer and died. His wife had sold the property, and the new owner had run it into the ground. He refused to listen to Annie, thinking that because he liked to drink wine, he could suddenly and magically be good at running a winery. Now as she was pushing twenty-seven years of age, Annie's dream was fading fast. It didn't make her any happier that another rookie had showed up. And a crazy one at that, if he expected her to believe that the tall dark haired girl was his granddaughter when she was obviously almost the same age as he was.

"Well, you're entitled to call them whatever you want," said Annie, nodding to the girls. "Now ... if you don't know anything about wine, you probably don't want to buy this place. It had the potential to be a great vineyard. Right now, though, it would take two or three years to get the product up to standard and repair the damage the current owner has caused through his stupidity."

"You don't mind calling them like you see them," said Bob, smiling.

"I'm too busy to waste time trying to be polite," said Annie pointedly.

"Well, like I said, I'm mostly looking for a place to build a family retreat. I suppose we could do something else with the land."

Annie was shocked. This land was perfectly suited for growing grapes. Whenever she looked out over the vineyards and saw the rows and rows of what should have been carefully tended grapes, she wanted to cry. That was one of the things the new owner had screwed up. He was convinced that they had too many hands, and that grapes could grow just fine without all that daily primping and touching and clipping. He made her let go of half her crew, which put the grapes in serious trouble after a few months. That and his other cost-cutting measures had ruined three harvests and what few grapes they gathered were either too young, or too ripe because of the manpower shortages. Now this joker would tear out the plants and completely destroy something that could have been beautiful?

"Look, mister," she said, holding her voice in check. "I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but if you try to buy this place just to tear it down, I'll do everything in my power to stop you."

Bob felt like taking a step back. She spoke with a normal tone of voice, but he could hear the passion underlying it.

"Maybe we got off to a bad start." he said. "Thanks for your time."

They got back in the car and drove back down the lane. The girls chattered about what a bitch "that woman" had been until Bob reminded them that talking about her behind her back wasn't making them look much better.

They found all the other locations with no trouble. Two were just undeveloped scrub, miles and miles from anywhere. One of the ones with a house on it was right on the highway and just the sound of vehicles whizzing by while they got out and looked around made them abandon it. The other house was on five acres, but was surrounded by developments. That land was four or five times the cost of the other places they had looked at. The owner obviously meant to sell to a developer. The last place had a spectacular view of the mountains, but the terrain was so steep that it would be difficult to build anything that wasn't supported by pylons, and that made Bob nervous.

He kept thinking back to that wide green valley, with the rows of grapes.

They got back to town around four and Bob dropped Val and Becca off at their houses. Fran jumped up into the front seat as he drove toward Polly's house.

"I found my mother in bed with that cop this morning." she said. It was the first time she had been alone with Bob. She hadn't wanted to talk about it in front of her cousins.

Something in her voice made Bob perk up. "How did you feel about that?" he asked.

"Oh, I know she deserves to have happiness and all that," said Fran. "But it made me think about you."

Bob looked at her. "You don't say."

Fran waved a hand. "I know you don't think I should be doing that, but I only did it with you and I haven't done it with anybody else, and I can't just forget about it."

"It's still not a good idea." he said.

"Oh, come on, I'm all fidgety inside. I know you get all the sex a man could want. It's not fair that I don't get just a little."

They pulled up to Polly's house and he parked.

"Your mother will be home in a little bit," said Bob.

"Not for an hour. Please?" she batted her eyes at him. "We'll just do it a little bit ... just enough to make me feel better. Please?" she dragged out the last word.

"I must be crazy." Bob signed, shaking his head. Fran yipped and vaulted over the door without opening it.

"Come on" she said impatiently. "We have to hurry."

Bob went inside, thinking about the best way to scratch her itch without causing a problem. He was going to have to start carrying a pocket full of rubbers around if these women didn't get on the pill. He decided that sitting in a straight backed chair while she straddled him would be the best way to minimize the sensation for him. Maybe he could get her off without getting off himself. She thought it was a delightfully strange way to make love and was soon hopping around stark naked, waiting for him to get the same way.

She was a remarkably good looking girl, for one so young, and Bob had no trouble whatsoever getting erect. He was already hard when he dropped his pants and sat down on the chair. She bounded on top of him, rubbing her pussy against his balls and the base of his prick as she kissed him hungrily. Then she raised up and, already wet and well lubricated, slid down his shaft in a slow, smooth fashion. Her sigh of happiness was music to his ears. He leaned her back to give her tight sheath time to adjust and held her under her armpits while he suckled at her tender puffy nipples. She let her arms hang, and her head fell back as she told him how wonderful it felt.

The only problem was that she was young and healthy, and could do things with her abdominal muscles that an older woman might not have been able to do. When she sat back up and grabbed his shoulders, she hunched forward. The tip of his prick drove into her cervix and she groaned. Her abs flexed again and she found that she could perform a rapid thrusting movement that battered the gate to her womb. The sensation was completely different from when she had been on top of him in bed. There, her clit was stimulated constantly. Here it was hardly touched. But the head of his glans, with its repeated assault on her cervix, replaced that sensation very nicely indeed. She all but stood up, taking almost all her weight on her squatting thighs and calves. Then, in a movement remarkably like that of a belly dancer, or hula girl, she flicked her hips forward and backward rapidly, fucking herself while he didn't even move.

By the time Bob realized what she was doing was almost exactly like beating off, it was too late. She slammed against him and rubbed, keeping him deep as her orgasm made her knees go weak and she sat down, hugging him and hunching forward with the last of her strength as his prick bulged and a stream of newly made spunk blasted into her teenaged pussy. She wiggled enough that the tip of his cock peeked into her womb and flooded it with slippery white goo.

His flicker of remorse was washed away by her happy moans as she thanked him and kissed him and wiggled some more.

Yes, he was definitely going to have to stop at a gas station and spend a roll of quarters.

They barely made themselves presentable before Polly got home. Bob intercepted her in the kitchen while Fran finished getting dressed. She walked into the kitchen with a bag of groceries in her arms.

"Hi Daddy." she smiled. "It still seems so strange to call you that."

"I sure like the sound of it better than 'grandpa'." he said.

Fran came in, still flushed and looking excited.

"Frannie, honey, there are more bags in the car. Would you go get them please?"

Fran, happy now, bounced out of the room. Polly turned to Bob immediately.

"She came into the bedroom this morning. Brian ... stayed over ... and she found us in bed together."

"She told me about that," said Bob.

"I don't know what to say to her," said Polly.

"I don't think you need to say anything. She mentioned to me that you deserve to have happiness."

"She said that?" asked Polly, wanting everything to be all right.

"Yes. She's a little jealous though," said Bob.

"I don't know why. She's probably got boys chasing her around all over the place."

"True," said Bob. "Speaking of which, maybe it would be a good idea if you put her on the pill."

Polly grimaced. "I've thought of that, but I don't think she's doing anything yet, and I haven't wanted to broach the subject with her."

"You have to. If you wait then it could be too late," said Bob, hoping it wasn't already too late.

"You're right." sighed Polly. "Me too, for that matter." She blushed.

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