When I first stirred in the morning, I was still half asleep, but I could feel a hand moving around my cock. I already had a hard-on. It was that kind where it was so hard it kind of itched, you just ached to stick it in someone. Because of that I did not really pay attention to who was in bed with me. I was not awake enough to remember Elaine and Debbie being in my bed the night before. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I must have thought I was with one of my sisters. Though if any thinking was taking place at all, it probably was being done with the other head.
She was lying on her back next to me so I quickly turned over and moved between her legs. Her legs did not spread and lift apart like I expected so I used my knees to move them apart and then pushed them up into the air. I moved forward just a bit until I was positioned right at her entrance. Any movement at all would push me into her. Still holding my body above her on my hands and knees, I lowered my head and found her mouth and kissed her gently on the lips. At first she did not respond. I continued little kisses, moving from her mouth to around her ear, and then on her eyes, before returning to her mouth. She put her arms around my head and began returning the kisses. I took my tongue and ran it over her lips and then into her open mouth and found her tongue. For the first few seconds her tongue did not move, and then it began returning the fencing I was doing with her. In a few more seconds she began exploring my mouth with her tongue on her own.
I was now in a spell of lust. I was not quite sure who I was with but I had to fuck them. I pushed forward with my hips and sank halfway into her. She sucked in her breath, threw her head back and arched her body up to mine. She felt so hot and tight around me I thrust again so I was completely buried in her. Just as I was about to lower my weight on her and fuck her with earnest, she cried out, “Oh Daddy”!
In that split second the entire previous night came back to me, Elaine and Debbie. I’m with Debbie. Where is Elaine? Who cares? I pulled back, almost until I came out of her and then pushed back into her. She was so small that I kept most of my weight on my knees and arms, but I did lower myself so that I was pushing her down into the bed. She was new to this and I did not want to scare her so I restrained myself from just pounding into her like I had intended. I began long, slow strokes into her.
And I was rewarded when she said, “Oh yes Daddy. That feels so good slow like that”.
So for what seemed like the next hour, I continued going slow, every now and then speeding up when I needed to, and then returning to the slow, long strokes that she liked. Each time I bottomed out in her I could feel her head bounce up in the bed. Finally I could not last any longer. I changed to short strokes, barely pulling out an inch before plunging back into her. When I began exploding in her like a roman candle I held myself tight against her with a sharp push against her as each stream left me to fill her.
When I was finally finished I could feel her hands caressing my back and the back of my head. I put my hands under her back and then rolled over, pulling her with me so that she ended up on top of me, careful to keep myself inside of her.
I finally noticed that we were alone. “Where’s Elaine”?
She gave a little laugh, “Wasn’t I enough for you”?
“You are more than enough for me. I just wondered what happened to her”.
“She had milking chores this morning. She said not to tire you out too much, that she would be back later”.
“Well I don’t think you followed directions very well. You tired me out pretty well”.
Debbie gave another little laugh, “Well that is her problem, or maybe yours. I got mine. I hate to say it but I had better get up too. I am supposed to help the aunties and grandma with breakfast this week”.
She started to move to get off of me. I took my last opportunity to grab her butt and push myself deep in her one last time. I was just hard enough so that I could appreciate it.
“Daddy, if you do that again I will just have to stay here in bed with you”.
“No, you better get up before your grandma comes looking for you”.
She got off of me and started to move to the side of the bed. I admired her trim ass and took a little slap at it. She giggled and then scooted off to the bathroom. The light came on and she partially shut the door.
Then I remembered something else from the night before, straws. “What happens now”?
She stuck her head out, “What do you mean”?
I turned to her, “The straws. Is someone else going to show up in my bed tonight”?
She smiled, “No. We get you for the whole week. Then they will have a new drawing with the remaining girls and someone else gets you next week, and so on, until everyone has had a turn”.
“You and Elaine will be here for the whole week”, I must have looked a bit startled to her.
“Don’t worry Daddy. We’ll take good care of you”. When she came out of the bathroom I saw she had put some shorts and a t-shirt on. It was getting pretty cool now. I wondered when they had brought their clothes to my bedroom. It must have been yesterday before I went to bed. She came over and kissed me. It was certainly a different kiss than I had ever received from her before. Not a child’s kiss on the cheek this, but a lingering kiss with promises involved, on the lips. And with a sway of the hips she was gone.
As it turned out I was saved that morning from having to repeat the performance with Elaine. When she returned to the house after milking the cows she was nabbed by her grandmother and enlisted into helping prepare breakfast. Meals were a real project now with so many people in our family. And I needed the rest. Elaine and Debbie were like Mikey and Janelle. They could exhaust you. It was great, but demanding.
Over the next several months all the girls eventually passed through my bedroom. My early fears that my sisters would beat the shit out of me never materialized. In fact they supported it. In part because they were getting older and were more than willing to pass on the major portion of the burden of childbearing to the next generation. It also got the girls off their backs asking about sex.
The time was almost eased by finding out two of the girls were more interested in sleeping with each other than with me. It ended up not being eased because several other girls passed their fourteenth birthday during this period. It was like there was a never ending line stretching out in front of me.
The two girls had been fighting against their feelings and did not really face them until the first of them was in bed with me. We had sex and afterwards she began crying and it all came out. I had her sister come in and we all talked about it. They both wanted to have a child, but did not really want to be tied to a man. They spent the week with me, just long enough for them both to get pregnant, and then they happily went back to their bedroom. It was an interesting week, the three of us in bed but the two of them spending more time with each other than with me. They were with me just long enough for the daily injection and then they spent the rest of the time with each other. I got quite a few ideas being the bystander though.
Another development during this time was the boys began maturing. They started chasing the girls, not to punch them or tease them, but with all the erections running around they finally had the right idea.
It was a welcome change for me. As much as I liked sex with all the girls, every morning and every night with so many could wear you down. The boys coming of age was going to spread things out and keep the sex special, not let it become just routine.
Over the next few years we had a second explosion of children that made the first one, fifteen years ago, pale in comparison. Our family was increasing by about fifteen children a year. All the younger girls were involved but some of my sisters were still having the occasional child also.
I was sitting with my seven sisters, included Sharon, Janelle and Mikey as sisters, and mom talking about this, deciding what we should do to accommodate the numbers, when seven year-old Cindy ran into the kitchen shouting, “There is something wrong with Karen”.
Spring was just about over. Today was the first really warm day and everyone was taking advantage of it. It was a lazy afternoon and the kids were all out playing somewhere. Last summer we had created a ball diamond in one of the small meadows near the house and quite a few of the children were over there. Swimming was a favorite pastime, and on a warm day like today, and at least half of the children could be found there.
Eight of us were sitting on the porch, drinking lemonade. The group included my mom and all my sisters, I thought of Sharon, Janelle and Mikey as sisters, it seemed like they had always been with us at this point. We were trying to decide what to do about our growing numbers. We had stretched our land past its reasonable limits. This was a conversation we had put off many times before. Tough choices were going to come out of it and none of us were really ready to face them yet.
Mom had long supported the idea of our moving some families to other farms and ranches around us. “I don’t see why we cannot just use the farms that are already around us”.
I did not think it would work for us, “Mom, I understand. You don’t want the family to spread out, but we have to. We are right below the snow line. This is marginal farmland. It is hard to grow food here or for feed for our livestock”.
Megan supported mom, “We have been fine so far. Look how much we have grown and we feed everyone”.
I nodded. “You are right. We have grown. But we are going to have huge growth in the next couple of years. We have thirty girls of childbearing age now, not counting you”. Several of the women opened their mouths to protest but I raised my hand to stop them. “I know you all have really slowed down, or stopped, but accidents happen”. Several of the women smiled and pointed a finger at me. “Yes, I know. I’m the cause of the accidents, but I do get some help”. Then I continued, “That thirty is going to grow by several every year. So unless you are going to institute an abstinence program we are going to be up to our armpits in babies soon”.
Mom had been slowly rocking, looking at the floor, now she spoke up, “That is one genie that is not going back in the bottle”. That got everyone laughing.
I had more to my argument but before I could continue one of the children, seven year-old Cindy, came up and tugged on my arm. “Daddy, do you know where Karen is”?
Karen was ten, or was she eleven? It is hard to keep up. “She said she would help me fix my doll”. Cindy held up a doll in one hand and its head and an arm in the other.
Susan, her mother asked, “She might be swimming or playing baseball, have you looked there”?
“Yes mommy. She’s not there”.
“Well, what about the clubhouse”? I asked. We had built a small one-room playhouse for the kids in a meadow about a quarter mile away. There was a bed in there for them to take the occasional nap though I suspected the older kids used it for other purposes. It was far enough from the house that the kids could play away from the adults but close enough for us to check on them. There was a small spring in the middle of the meadow that had the coldest, sweetest water year around.
Cindy nodded her head and ran off to check.
I did not want to lose any headway I had made so I jumped right back in, “Regarding moving to other farms, we are already using some of those farms now. So simply moving there does not add anything for us other than spreading us out; though that does help us with sanitation. But even if we spread a bit farther we are still working with marginal land”. I pointed west, “But just thirty or forty miles west of us is great farmland. I have read about it in our books. It is some of the finest farmland in the world. It is just what we need. We will be able to grow things almost year around”. I looked at each of them in turn, “If we move some of the family there we will not have any of the issues with land that we have here. Then as we grow we will already be on land that will support us”.
As I looked around at my sisters, several of them were nodding their heads in agreement. Even mom seemed to be coming around. She said, “I guess I just do not want any of my babies to move away from me”.
Just as she was about to say something else Cindy came running up to me again, “There is something wrong with Karen”.
Susan, who was sitting next to me pulled Cindy up on her lap and asked, “What is it”?
“I don’t know. She’s crying and bleeding”.
I stood up, “Cindy, do you know what happened to her”?
“No, she would not talk to me”.
I turned to Megan, “Megan, would you get a first-aid kit and follow me over”? I started jogging over. Several of my sisters also followed behind me. I hoped it would not be too serious. Our small cemetery had grown over the years.
When I reached the meadow the clubhouse was about thirty feet in front of me. I did not see anyone around the outside but I could hear some faint crying. She must be inside. What could she have cut herself on? I walked through the door and saw Karen laying on her side, naked, her knees pulled up to her chest, on a bed in the far corner. From here I could see some blood on her face. It looked like it had dripped down from her chin onto her chest.
I went over to her, “Karen honey, are you okay”? I reached out to touch her but she shrank away from me. Then her eyes focused on me and she reached up and put her arms around me neck and cried a bit harder. As I held her I heard Susan and Megan come in. When I turned to look, Sharon also came in and they all walked over and stood behind me.
Karen’s crying gradually died away so I tried again, “What happened? How did you cut yourself”? I could see blood but could not see where it was coming from.
Megan had moved beside us and was looking at Karen. “Dan, she did not cut herself. Look”. Megan turned Karen’s face towards me and I could see she had a badly cut lip.
I could also see the imprint of an open hand on the side of her face. Like someone had slapped her hard. Megan then moved Karen’s legs apart “Look at all the bruising around her vagina. Someone tried to rape her. She is only eleven”.
“Tried”?
“Yes, it does not look like he was successful”.
That is impossible I thought. We have not seen anyone else here in years. Who could have done this? “Karen, who did this to you”?
Karen shook her head and then moved away from me to Megan and let her hold her.
I reached out to her, “Honey, please talk to Daddy. Who did this? What happened”?
“I can’t Daddy. He’ll hurt me again. He said not to say anything or he would get me and do it again”.
“Honey, you need to tell me who did this. Was it a stranger”? That seemed hardly likely though. It was starting to break through to me that it was not a stranger. We had not seen anyone since Sharon and her girls had arrived years ago. When Karen shook her head I asked, “Then it had to be one of your brothers, which one did this”? Even as I asked I was getting a suspicion of whom it had to be, the only brother that could possibly do this. But how could he do this to his sister?
Karen shook her head carefully, it must be really hurting her, and buried her face between Megan’s breasts. The warm weather had caused most of us to discard our clothing. Even though we had ample clothing now, a result of our frequent trips to the nearby town, we had gone nude for so many years that it seemed more natural to us than to go clothed.
Megan lifted Karen’s chin gently, “Karen, you need to tell us. We’ll protect you. We won’t let anyone hurt you”.
But she was still not convinced, “He said if I told he would get me when I’m sleeping”.
I reached out and touched her head, “Karen, you can sleep with mommy or with me. We will not let anything happen to you. Please tell us what happened? Did he find you here”?
Karen’s head turned slightly towards me, she seemed calmer now. “I was going swimming but he said he had something he wanted to show me here”.
Sharon moved up next to us with a wet rag in her hand. I had not even noticed that she had left the room. Megan mouthed a ‘thank you’ and took it and began gently cleaning up Karen’s face and chest. While she was doing this she asked, “Then what happened”?
“When we got here he told me to go and sit on the bed. After I sat down I asked him what he wanted to show me. I thought maybe he was going to give me a kitten. I saw him playing with one earlier this morning. He said to close my eyes and keep them closed. After I closed them I felt something bumping my face and then pushing against my lips. When I opened my eyes Frank was trying to push his penis into my mouth. It was really hard and pointing at me. He had been wearing shorts and he had taken them off”.
At the mention of Frank’s name Megan and I looked up at each other. Frank was the only possibility I could think of in the family and I found it hard to believe that even he could do this. Frank was Sharon’s oldest child. From his early years he was difficult. He could not share anything with his brothers or sisters. He would fight for anything he wanted that was not immediately given to him when he wanted it. And when he fought, he would not hold anything back. He seemed to have no concept of family. If he hurt someone he did not appear to care as long as he got what he wanted. And now at sixteen, he could hurt someone pretty easily.
“He kept telling me to open my mouth but I kept it closed. Every time he told me to open my mouth I shook my head no. Then he slapped me really hard so I opened my mouth and he put it in. I didn’t want to Daddy”.
I could see she was beginning to cry again. “That’s okay honey. You did not do anything wrong. How did you get the cut on your mouth”?
“I didn’t know what to do. He told me to suck it and lick it but it was too big. I tried but I don’t think I did it right, he got really mad at me. He told me to keep it in my mouth and he started rubbing his hand on it. Then it squirted in my mouth. I choked and I accidentally bit him. I didn’t mean to. I tried to tell him I was sorry but he got mad again. That’s when he slapped me on the mouth and I bit myself. Then he pushed me down and got on top of me, and hurt me”.
Once she finally got it all out she turned back to Megan and buried her head again. But it seemed the crying was done for now. Megan had cleaned up her face pretty good though the hand print still showed on the side of her face. The rest of the women moved up closer and gave her reassurance that she was going to be fine. Sharon did not move. She stayed back, watching me.
I stood up and quickly walked out of the playhouse, followed by Sharon, and started back to the main house. In my first reaction to the rage I felt I, wanted to go to the house, get a gun and just put an end to him. As I got closer to the house I had calmed down on the scale from a ten to a nine and now I was just going to go and beat the living crap out of him. I could hear Sharon calling for me to wait for her, trying to catch up to me. When I hesitated in front of the house, deciding whether to look for him first at the baseball game or the swimming hole, Sharon finally caught up to me.
Out of breath from chasing me, she asked, “Please Danny, don’t hurt him”? She must have guessed what I originally had intended because she moved around between me and the house. She had her arms on mine to try and stop me if I continued to the house. “He’s our son”.
“Yes, He’s our, my, son. But Karen is also my daughter. Think of what he did to her? You know something is wrong with Frank. He hurts other kids and does not care. He has no conscience. We cannot allow him to be with us”. Just saying the words finally helped me decide what to do. I would not hurt him, but he could not stay with us. He had stepped over too big a line.
“Okay, Sharon. I won’t hurt him. A beating will not do any good. It will only make me feel better. God knows, I want to feel better. But he is not going to change. If anything it will just give him a reason to hurt someone else. But he cannot stay here anymore”.
“What do you mean? Where can he go”?
“I’m not sure yet. I have to think on it. For now I don’t want you to talk to him. I am going to go and find him and have a talk. I want you to stay away from him until tomorrow morning. I want you to sleep with me tonight”.
I could see the anger building in her face, “You tell me to stay away from my son, that you are going to send him away from our home, and at the same time you want to fuck me tonight”?
Oh god, she completely misunderstood. “That is not what I meant. I do not want you talking with Frank tonight. You can talk to him in the morning. I thought if we were together tonight we would have a chance to talk what to do, you and I”.
I said, “I’m going to go and find Frank now. I need to talk to him”. She took a step towards me and I held out my hand to stop her, “I said I would not hurt him”. That seemed to satisfy her.
I left her standing there, watching me, as I went towards the baseball field. When I got close to the field I stood back and scanned the area, looking for Frank. I spotted Jason and Paul, my two oldest sons sitting under a tree watching the game but no Frank. I moved on to them and squatted down beside them. They had grown into to fine young men, both of them twenty years old now. All my sons were fine young men. Well, almost all of them. But Jason and Paul were my oldest, there was a special place in my heart for them.
I waited a minute, trying not to be obvious. “Have either of you seen Frank”?
Without looking from the game, Jason answered, “I think I might have seen him going towards the swimming hole”.
“Thanks”. I was about to get up when I noticed that it was not the game that had Jason’s attention. He was staring at the twins. Mikey’s sixteen year-old twin daughters. If I did not have other things pressing I would stay and stare also. They were gorgeous. They both had long silky black hair like their mother. Where their mother was not five feet tall, she insisted she was, the rest of us doubted it, her daughters had inherited my DNA and were a good six inches taller than their mother. Where their mother had small, but really nice, breasts, the twins were nicely filled out. Not huge, just very nice, the kind where you wanted to wrap your hands around them. They also had a very exotic mixed race look. Somewhere between their Japanese mother and whatever mongrel European heritage I had. It was also the same with Sharon’s children though not quite as dramatic because Sharon was already very light skinned to begin with.
Somewhere along the line it seems the younger girls had started a tradition. I think Mary and Janice started it. As each of my daughters reached fourteen they slept with me first. Sometimes they just stayed for the one night. Sometimes they stayed up to a couple of weeks. It did not always result in a pregnancy, but frequently it did. I did not encourage it, but I certainly did nothing to discourage it. But it has been two years and Pam and Patricia, the twins, had never come to my bedroom. As far as I know they had not visited any of my son’s bedrooms either. Though I could tell they would be welcome by the erections I would sometimes see when the boys were looking at the twins.
When I finally pulled my eyes away from the twins I saw Jason looking at me. He said, “They are quite an eye full aren’t they”? I gave him a nod and stood up. Before I could leave he asked, “If you are looking for Frank, would you like Paul and I to come along”?
“No, that’s okay. I just need to talk to him”. As I left I could feel him watching me. Why would he think he and Paul should come also? What has been going on with Frank and the others? Have there been other things happening that we have not heard about?
As I approached the swimming hole I spotted Frank off to one side of the path on a little rise overlooking the area. He was sitting on a table in a little picnic area we had made.
Without really trying to, I was able to get within just a couple of feet before he was aware I was there. He was looking off to the side away from me and I turned to see what he was looking at. My anger rose again when I saw that there were six of my younger daughters, ages nine to twelve lying naked on a couple of blankets, sunbathing. About twenty feet to the left were around fifteen girls, aged fourteen to eighteen, all naked, very sexy, splashing around in the water. I could not see very many boys with them. Apparently most of them were over playing baseball. As I looked over the group I could see one young couple in the water. The two were facing each other and hugging. Then I noticed that the girl was slightly bouncing up and down. Well there was one young man having more fun than his brothers playing baseball.
Frank’s gaze never wavered from the young girls sunbathing. We did not have many rules here. Nothing like what I read it used to be like before, but one strict rule we did have was that we did not engage in sex before the age of fourteen.
Frank was wearing just his shorts. As I walked up next to him he turned to look at me, “Hi Dad. What brings you out this way”? Then he turned back to look at the girls. He had his hand in his shorts and it was obvious he was stroking himself. When I came up he did not bother to pull his hand out.
“Frank, I hear you had an accident today”.
“Nope, not me. I’m fine”.
“Well that is not what I heard. In fact, I heard you were doing so bad that I think you should go to the bunkhouse now to recuperate”.
“No. I’m fine Dad. No need. I’ll just stay here”.
“Frank that was not a request. I want you to go to the bunkhouse. I want you to stay there. Someone will bring you some dinner when it is time. In the morning we will talk”.
During all this Frank had never taken his eyes off the young girls nor taken his hand out of his shorts. Out of the corner of my eye I could still see his shorts bulging out as his hand moved in and out.
Now Frank turned to look at me, “Does this have something to do with that little girl in the playhouse”? His expression never changed. There was no fear of me in his face.
When I nodded he added, “She’ll get over it” and turned back to the girls sunning themselves.
I wanted to put my fist through his face. I could feel my hands clenching. My continued silence must have said something to him because he looked back at me again. I knew my anger was showing in my face. He looked down at my fists. “Do you think you can take me Dad”? That surprised me. At fifteen he was the same size I was, had the youth on me but not my experience.
Before I could reply I heard the sound of feet on leaves to one side behind me. Frank looked over my shoulder, “Well hello dear brothers, Jason, Paul. Come to help Daddy”? It was said with a smile on his face, but not in his voice.
I wondered, where does this fifteen year old asshole get the attitude? Before, he might have had an advantage because I would not have wanted to hurt him too badly. And in holding back he would have an advantage on me. That advantage was gone now.
Jason did not reply to Frank’s barb, “Hey Dad, we were looking for you”. They continued up until they were standing on each side of me, facing Frank. “We were bored with the game and thought maybe you could use a hand with something”. While he talked to me he never took his eyes off Frank.
Still looking at Frank myself, I said, “Frank. I want you to go to the bunkhouse and stay there. I’ll come and talk with you tomorrow morning”.
Frank just stared at me for a minute without saying anything. Then he turned and took one last long look at the girls. When he turned back to me he said, “So many girls, so much time”. The little smile on his face once again made me regret telling Sharon I would not hurt him.
He took a step towards us and stopped. The three of us parted and he walked between us and started back on the trail that would take him to the bunkhouse. We continued at a distance behind him. I did not want to push the issue and rub in it by walking right behind him. While we were walking back I said thank you to the boys. Yes, I did think I could take him but it might be an ugly fight.
After watching Frank enter the bunkhouse the three of us continued on up to the house and sat on the porch. None of us said anything for a few minutes. Finally Paul spoke, “Grandma came and told us what happened. We just came over for support”. I nodded but did not say anything. “What are you going to do?” he asked.
I had grown to rely on these two sons, they were good leaders, everyone in the family looked up to them and respected them, and I thought they should know what I was planning to do. “Frank cannot stay here any longer. He is a danger to us. Something even worse will happen if he stays”. Jason and Paul both nodded their heads in agreement. I continued, “I think the best place for him to go to would be a house on the other side of the valley”. When they did not say anything I asked, “Any other ideas”?
Jason turned to me, “I think you are being too kind. I think we should take care of him right now”.
I shook my head, “I promised his mother I would not hurt him”.
Jason smiled, “Well you did not promise for Paul and me”.
I did not really need to reply so I remained silent and continued slowly rocking, watching the occasional child run around playing in the yard. Paul went in and came out with some lemonade for us. We just sat there making small talk for the next couple of hours until the sun began making its way down. The swimmers, sun tanners and ball players gradually began drifting back to the house. The people who had dinner chores went in and began preparing dinner. Jason and Paul volunteered to take some dinner to Frank.
After dinner was over and cleared up, most of us drifted back out to the porch. The porch was large and was a favorite gathering place for the children and adults alike. The children would usually sit on the floor near their parents and either continues playing or engage in idle family chatter. Jason and Paul, and indeed a number of the older boys, now had several children of their own. They were all sitting in rocking chairs around me with little sons and daughters climbing in and out of their laps. Sitting there listening to all the kids laughing, watching them play, took me back twenty-odd years when these older children had been crawling in and out of my lap. I was pretty proud that the oldest of my children were now enjoying the same experiences. Then I remembered Frank and sadness hit me. He would never experience this.
I was brought out of my time trip by two arms suddenly draped around my neck. I looked back and saw Mikey had joined me. I knew Mikey pretty well and reached up quickly to take her hands in mine. My idea was right but my timing was off as I missed one of her hands as it drifted down my stomach, headed for regions below. Just the thought of it though made me begin to stir. I turned my head towards hers, “Mikey, not the right time” and quickly grabbed her wandering hand and brought it up to my chest.
I could hear her giggle, “Never bothered you before”. I rarely wore clothing unless it was cold. But with all the little children climbing on everyone I thought that might not be the right tool for a climbing four-year-old to grab onto. And if I let her continue there was certainly going to be a tool to grab onto.
Just as I was about to say something to Mikey, Pam and Patricia appeared before me, one by each knee. “Hi Mommy, Daddy”. A couple of the girls had put on t-shirts after the ballgame but they had not. I now found two delicious, gorgeous, completely naked teenage girls standing inches away from me. As they talked to their mother I tried to look straight ahead but it was impossible. Their standing while I was seated put their pelvises right at my eye level. The curves of their hips made you ache to reach out and put your hands on them. They had the slender thighs of their mother, though they were many inches taller than her. The gap between their thighs allowed me to see right up to the lips of their pussy, and the sparse pubic hair above it. I have to stop this. I am getting an erection just thinking about them and I need to stop before they notice. They have not made any overtures to me so I have to stop this. Then I made the mistake of looking up. When I did I was looking up to the undersides of their breasts. They were bigger than their mothers, and they had the long nipples of their mother.
Then Pam’s voice got my attention. “Look Patty, I think Mom is bothering Daddy”. When I looked up at her I saw her looking in my lap. I quickly let go of Mikey’s hand and grabbed my glass of lemonade. With the glass in my hand, a pretty poor shield I might add, I pushed my now, a bit more than half erect, cock against my stomach. Mikey looked over my shoulder and whispered, more than loud enough for her daughters to hear, “Why don’t we go inside and see what we can do for that”?
“I can’t honey. I have to spend the evening with Sharon. We have to talk about Frank”. I hoped she could hear the real regret in my voice. She patted my shoulder and said good luck and goodnight to me. Then she and the twins moved down the porch to visit others.
It had gotten fairly dark, so after waiting a few minutes for the old soldier to stop saluting every naked girl that passed by, I got up, said my goodnights and went inside to go to bed. When I got to my bedroom I saw that Sharon was in the bathroom, brushing her hair, preparing for bed. As I pushed the door completely open she looked up, saw me, and quickly jumped up and hugged me. My neck felt wet and I knew she was crying. I did not say anything, just held her and let her cry. After a few minutes she loosened her grip on me, took me by the hand and pulled me over to the bed.
“Sharon, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to do”.
She moved the sheet and blanket aside and we got into bed. “I know. I’m sorry I reacted that way earlier. It is just that he is my oldest son, our oldest son. I went so many years thinking I would never have children and then Frank was born. He is special to me. But I know something is wrong with him. What are you going to do? You said you would not hurt him”?
I was on my back looking up at the ceiling. When we came to bed we had forgotten to turn out the bathroom light so the room had a very faint glow to it. Sharon moved up on her side against me. I said “I talked about this with Jason and Paul. They did not have any better ideas. What I am thinking is that, tomorrow morning, I am going to take Frank out early, before the rest of the family is up, and take him to the other side of the valley. There are plenty of farms over there that he can go to. There will be plenty of food and water for him”.
She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Thank you. I have thought about this also. I understand Frank needs to leave. I am just sick that Karen was hurt. But thank you for not hurting him”. Then she kissed me again. I turned to her and met her next kiss with one of my own on her lips. It was intended just as one of those little ‘good night’ pecks, but when her lips touched mine we held it. With our lips still touching, I kissed her lower lip, sucking it just a bit into my mouth, then her upper lip. She began kissing me back with more heat. I turned over on my side to face her and began kissing her neck and shoulder. Our arms were wrapped around one another pulling us tight against each other.
As I worked down from her shoulder towards her breasts she moved her mouth to my ear and ran a tongue around inside it. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so she was lying on top of me. She gave my ear a last lick and then whispered “Make love to me”.
I asked, “Are you sure”? My cock had the same idea several minutes ago. She had to know. He was trapped between our bodies, poking into her stomach.
“Oh Yes, I’m sure”. She moved her lips around my face, kissing my lips, nose, eye lids. Then she moved her body up on her knees, leaning forward, freeing my cock and also moving her breasts up on either side of my face. I turned my head and sucked one nipple and as much of her breast as I could into my mouth. There was plenty left. I spent the next couple of minutes caressing her breasts with my hands and moving my mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other. I pushed her breasts together so that I could then suck both nipples into my mouth at the same time.
For the last minute or so I had been lifting my hips, trying to find her pussy with my cock but she was too far up my body and I could not reach it. Finally she straightened her arms, pulling her breasts away from my face. I could just barely make out her face; she was looking down at me, smiling. “Okay, now I’m ready. I want you to do it nice and slow and easy”. She reached between her legs with one hand, found my aching cock and held it still while she slowly moved back. Yes she is ready. The head slid right into her, the proverbial hot knife into butter. She moved back, drawing me into her until her pussy was pushed against her hand. With her fist wrapped around me she began moving me in a tight circle in her. As I watched her face, her eyes closed and her mouth opened. I would love to think it was the effect of my massive, rock hard cock in her, but since I knew I was not massive, though I was definitely rock hard at the moment, I figured it must be her hand rubbing against her clitoris.
After several minutes of this I just laid back on the bed and let her do with me what she wanted. I was just getting to the point of wondering if I really needed to be here when she pulled her hand out from between us. She put her hands on my chest and then slowly lowered herself on me until I could go no deeper in her. She began slowly rocking back and forth on me. “Dan, you cannot cum in me. I’m fertile right now and I do not want to get pregnant tonight. I don’t want a baby to remind me every time I see them of the day that my son was taken away”.
She took my silence as a yes and began rocking a bit faster, pushing harder against me. I reached up and cupped her breasts with my thumbs covering each nipple. As I began running my thumbs lightly around her nipples she began pushing even harder against me. I thought I heard a sound and looked over at the door. It was hard to tell in this light but it looked like it was open several inches, but I could not see anyone. I could not remember if I had closed it or not when I came in. With Sharon rocking back and forth on me it was hard to think of anything clearly. The only thing I was really concentrating on was to not cum in her. No accidents tonight. But it was all I could do not to let loose in her. She was starting to squeeze me in her. I could feel the muscles in her pussy grabbing me as she got closer to cumming. Her face was tightening up and her body was hunching over me as her movements changed to hard sharp thrusts against me. She let out a long groan and then in a low, throaty voice, said, “Danny, I’m cumming”. Now I could feel her pussy grabbing me, spasming. I was ready to explode in her when I remembered, don’t cum. She gradually lowered herself down on me. I had to be careful not to stroke in her. I felt that any fucking at all would result in my letting loose. I felt so hard, and ready. I wanted to lower my hands to her butt and pull her tight against me as I thrust up hard into her. I moved my hands up to her back and hugged her to me instead.
She moved her lips to my ear again and whispered “Thank you. That was really nice”.
I let out a little laugh, “I don’t think I did much, I just laid there. You did all the work”.
She gave my earlobe a little nip and said, “Well you did provide a very nice cock to work with. And it appears it is still around”. As much as I was trying to not do anything in her my body was not entirely cooperating. I could feel myself pushing very slightly back and forth in her. She began to rise up off me, and as I fell out of her I let out a groan. “Poor Danny. Maybe I can thank you in a more meaningful way”. She moved off of me to one side and lifted my cock back up in the air. I was expecting her to jerk me off so I laid my head back on the bed and waited for her to begin. She shifted her weight forward over me and then I found out just how good my thank you was going to be. I felt her mouth close over the head of my cock. She took her hand away and now my cock felt just the sensations her mouth and tongue was giving me. She began moving her head very slowly up and down, taking me deep into her mouth and then pulling back. As her mouth got back up to the head she would stop and move her tongue around me, slowly, quickly, running it under the rim of the head; driving me wild. I was so close before that it took me just a few minutes to cum. I wanted it to last much longer but I could no longer hold it back. She had just moved her mouth back to the head and was again running her tongue around me when I raised my hips up and began shooting stream after stream of sperm into her mouth. She held it all in her mouth until I was finally finished and then pulled her mouth back off of me. I heard her swallow and then she moved back to my cock and licked it clean. When she was finished she laid my cock down on my stomach and came back up, lying beside me and hugged me.
I put my arm out so she could lay her head on it. She moved closer and put her head on my shoulder, me hugging her against me. We lay there for several minutes before I remembered.
“When I came to bed do you remember if I closed the door”?
In a sleepy voice she replied, “Yes, you did”.
“Well it is not closed now”. I took a quick look to be sure. It was closed. “Well I’m wrong. It’s closed now, but a few minutes ago I’m sure it was open”.
“You know sometimes the girls peak in. Lots of the younger girls know they are going to have sex with you when they are old enough and they get curious. They sneak a peek to see what it is like”.
“No way”, I knew sometimes one of the girls would come in to ask something and sometimes I would be having sex with someone but I always assumed it was an accident.
“Yes way”. Then she added, “You go around naked most of the time. They see your cock and wonder what it looks like hard. Sometimes the younger boys get erections around the girls. They know they are going to be with you and wonder what it looks like, feels like”. She leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek. “They could ask me, I could tell them. Now go to sleep. You are getting up early”.
It seemed like I had barely closed my eyes when Sharon was nudging me awake. It was still dark outside. “You should get ready before people start waking. It will be harder on Frank if you take him away with people watching”. She moved around the bed and tossed a shirt and pants my way. “It’s pretty cool this morning. You should wear these”.
I got up, went into the bathroom to relieve myself, and then returned and put on the clothes she had set out.
“I’ve put out a few packs for Frank to take with him; food, clothes, some personal things of his”. She moved around to me and hugged me. “Take care out there. Frank will not be pleased about this. I don’t want anything to happen to him, but even more, I don’t want anything to happen to you. Come back to me safely, to us”. She kissed me lightly. “I’ve sent Jason and Paul out to saddle a couple of horses and to bring Frank up to the porch to wait for you”. With a slap on my butt she added, “Now get a move on”.
When I reached the porch Jason and Paul were sitting there talking to each other. Past them I could see Frank standing by three horses; two saddled, the third a packhorse. As I walked out Jason asked if I wanted him to come with me. I assured him I would be okay and continued on down to Frank.
Frank watched as I approached, “I guess we are going on a trip Dad. Is either of us returning”?
“You are leaving the family. I told your mother you would not be harmed”. I nodded my head to the west, “I am taking you to the other side of the valley. There are a number of ranches where you can make a home there. There is plenty of game there, water, and I’m sure you can grow what else you will need to live”.
Frank gave me a tight smile and mounted one of the saddled horses, “Well give mother my thanks for me”. He took the lead from the saddle horse and tied it to his pommel, turned, and started towards the trail leading away from the house. I mounted my horse and followed a few yards behind.
We continued throughout the morning without talking. It was an unpleasant task. I tried to keep up a good pace when we were able to travel off the road on softer ground. I wanted to end this as soon as I could but I knew it would take several days. I figured I would leave him once we crossed the valley and reached the first reasonable ranch or farm. He could then move on until he found something he was happy with.
We had worked our way down the mountain and had finally reached rolling hills when Frank drew up his horse and stopped in front of me. I had drifted back about forty yards so it took me a minute to reach him. He was pulling something out of one of his packs as I reached him. I pulled up hard when I saw it was a revolver. He smiled at me, his hand lying on his thigh, not pointing it at me, but then he did not have to. It never occurred to me to be armed. He was my son.
“Well Dad. Are you still sure you can take me”?
“What do you want Frank”?
“I have been asking myself that since last night”. He looked down, moved the cylinder around, listening to the clicks. “I took it pretty hard; you’re kicking me out for trying to fuck a sister that I would get to fuck pretty soon anyway. But what really burns me was finding you fucking my mother, and then watching her suck your cock just hours before you kick me out”. He stared at me, no longer smiling. “Yes, that really burns me”.
So the door did open. He came in to get a gun. I watched as he pulled the hammer back, the click sounding so loud. “Dad, I don’t think your company is required any longer”. So this was it, no old age for me. He slowly lifted the revolver until it was pointing at my chest. He held it there for what seemed like an hour, though it was probably less than a minute, with neither of us speaking. The hole at the end of the barrel looked so big. A crazy thought went through my mind; I wonder if I’ll see the bullet when it comes out.
I knew it would do no good talking to him so I kept quiet. Then he pointed to the road behind us. “I don’t need your watchful attendance. Go home, your home. I can find my way”. I stared back at him, wondering what I could say to make this any better. Is there any way I can make him understand it is for his good also. “Dad, I meant now”.
I pulled the reins to the side and my horse started to circle around. “Don’t make the mistake of looking for me again Dad. This is a one-time-only pass. If I ever see you again it will end differently”.
I continued turning and began moving away from him, back down the trail. I looked back a couple of times and he patiently sat there watching me. I turned a corner and lost view of him. When I reached an overlook I glanced back, he was no longer there, he had moved on.
It took until late afternoon before I reached home. Sharon was sitting on the porch and ran out to me. I could tell from the worry on her face that she thought the worst when I arrived home days earlier than I had planned. I told her what happened and then went to let the others know.
Life quickly returned to normal at home. We progressed into summer and the temperature rose. A level of tension was gone that I had not really noticed before. Even Karen showed happiness that I had worried that I would ever see again. But I was still bothered. Something was nagging at me. It took a several weeks before I was able to put a name to it. I wanted to know where Frank was. I was not comfortable just having him gone. I wanted to know where he was. It would help me knowing what distance separated us.
I was sitting with Jason one late afternoon and I shared my concern with him. “Why don’t we go out to the cliff and see if we can find out”. There was a cliff about fifteen miles from us that allowed you to look out clear across the valley. It was where my father, and then I, used to go out to watch for signs of life. “We can go out and camp out for a week. We’ll take the telescope and watch for his light at night”.
“Are you sure” I asked? “It would be pretty boring just sitting out there for a week”.
He smiled as he said, “Oh, I don’t know. It could be a lot of fun. I’ll see if I can think of something we can do while we are out there”.
“Well, when do you want to go”?
“There is no point in waiting. Let’s go tomorrow”. He got up. “I’ll start getting some things ready for us to take. Let’s go right after lunch. That will let us miss the heat of the day”.
After dinner I let my sisters know what Jason and I had planned. Paul came around and asked if we wanted him to go also but Jason said we had everything in hand and that he should stay home to take care of things while we were gone.
That night mom came and spent the night with me. I asked how she was doing with Jason and Paul. She smiled, “I’m having a good time with them. They come and visit me every now and then. I did tell them that this was a private party. I don’t want them telling their other brothers. I don’t want to end up being a training exercise for them, like some people I know". With that she gave me a little jab in the ribs.
“Hey, I’m an old man. Give me some respect. I think I’m holding my own with these youngsters”.
She laughed, “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure that twenty goes into forty more times than thirty goes into fifteen”. A few minutes later I attempted to prove that she was wrong but I think she had me. We talked for a while afterwards and then both fell asleep.
The next day passed fairly quickly. After lunch I went out on the porch and found Jason leading two saddled horses and a pack horse up to the house. The surprise was who was sitting in the saddles, the twins, Pam and Patricia. Jason had a big grin on his face as he told me Pam and Patricia asked if they could come also. That seemed a bit unlikely but the girls insisted they wanted to go with us. Even after I explained we could be gone for as long as a week they assured me they wanted to go. They thought a camping trip would be fun, give them a chance to get away from everyone for a while.
Mom and Mikey, the girl’s mother, came out to see us off. As I got up in the saddle behind Pam, mom walked up to me. “Now remember that arithmetic” she said with a smile.
Mikey went over to each of her daughters, who bent down in turn to give her a kiss goodbye. “Now you girls be good and come back safe”.
We all said our goodbyes and began riding away; Pam and I took the lead with Jason and Patricia following with the packhorse. I was having a problem. Where could I put my hands? Pam was riding in front of me and there was not much room in a saddle for two people. I had to admit, the absence of clothes on the two of us did allow for a bit more room in the saddle. But where do I put my hands? She held the reins so I finally decided to just rest my hands on her hips. Both girls had long silky black hair. It hung down to the small of their backs. It felt very sensual against my chest and stomach.
We had gone a couple of miles and I chanced to look back to see where Jason and Patricia were. Jason was having no problem figuring out where to put his hands. I could see there were wrapped around Patricia and he was holding her breasts. She did not seem to mind in the least. A few minutes later Pam and I reached a bend in the trail. As we turned I looked to my left and saw that Patricia had turned in the saddle to face Jason. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his chest. I could see his hands supporting her butt and it looked like he was lifting her up and down. I hoped his legs were gripping the horse tightly. That looked like a mighty uncomfortable way to fall off a horse.
Seeing them was having an effect upon me. Pam was leaning back against me a bit more now and I was trying to avoid her sitting against my erection. She turned to me and said “Daddy, you can put your arms around me. That will hold me steady in the saddle”.
I moved my hands from her hips. She leaned back so our bodies were pressed together and I put my hands around her stomach. One hand was a bit low on her stomach. I could feel a few strands of pubic hair against the side of my little finger. The other hand was just below her breasts. I could feel her ribs under my fingers. We continued like this for a few miles. Every now and then I moved my hands slightly, like I was just adjusting my hands, but it was more like a caress to me. I was so hard now. She had to feel it pushing against her back, how could she not notice. I hoped she just did not know what it was, and at the same time hoped she did.
We went on like this for a few more minutes. Her head was below mine so I could see over her shoulder. I watched as her breasts bounced with the steps of the horse. Her nipples appeared hard. When we reached a part of the trail that stretched out flat before us Pam took the reins in one hand, and with the other hand, took my hand on her ribs and pushed it up to her right breast. She pushed my hand tight against her breast with hers on top of mine. I was right. Her nipple was hard. I started to lift my other hand to her other breast. “No Daddy” she said. She reached down to my hand and pushed it back down so that it was lower than before. My hand now covered her pubic mound with my fingers right against where the saddle met her body. She lifted up slightly off the saddle and I slid my fingers under her and she sat on them. She must have been thinking of this for a while because she was damp. I was able to move one finger up and it slid right into her. As the horse continued walking it made her rock around on my hand. I did not have to do anything. She just kept sliding around on my hand. I moved my other hand back and forth caressing each breast, moving it around her chest and stomach. Her breath started coming faster and became ragged. The constant rocking did not take long before she was moaning. “Daddy, that feels so good”. She pushed hard back against me and then my finger inside of her felt her muscles begin to pulse around me as she climaxed.
After a minute or so she lifted herself up a few inches and I pulled my finger out of her and wrapped my arms around her. “Thank you Daddy. That was really nice”.
“My pleasure honey”. I turned around to see if Jason was in sight. Had they seen what we were doing? But just then they came into sight on the straight stretch. They were once again riding normally, Patricia facing forward.