more to be afraid of. You're fine. It's all right. There, there. Easy, sweetheart. Easy, now.”
Peg was gulping down the sobs that threatened to choke her, still dizzy from the flash of agony that was disappearing nearly as fast as it had come on. As the pain eased, she let her tense muscles go slack and sagged against him, wiping her tear-stained cheeks on the shoulder of his robe. She could feel his monstrous penis thumping rhythmically against the walls of her vagina as she pushed herself upright and looked at him pensively.
“It's not so bad now, but it sure threw me for a second. Why did it hurt so much, Dad?”
“All girls have a small piece of tissue inside them, baby. It has to be broken before they can be a woman and enjoy sex. Now, you never have to worry about it again. It's done and over. Are you all right?”
“Uh huh. My tummy sure feels full, though. And your cock is jiggling inside me. Is this what fucking is?”
He smiled, took her hand, and kissed her palm. “No, honey. We'll do that now, if you're ready. What I'll do is pump it in and out of you like I did to your ass. Think you can handle it?”
“If you think so. What do I do?”
“Nothing, this time. Later on I'll show you…” They both heard the door open and swiveled their heads in that direction.
“Hi! I'm home!” Jo shut the door and locked it, then walked over to the chair they were in. “What's going on? It looks like you two are making love or something.”
The folds of Peg's gown hid the fact that Dan's organ was completely embedded in her pussy. They both stared at Jo mutely until Peggy tried to get off his lap, and he held her down. The situation was awkward, and Dan wasn't sure whether he wanted either of the girls to know what he was doing to the other. That point wasn't covered in the books, and he needed time to think it out. The last thing he wanted was friction or jealousy.
“We were just talking, Jo,” he said. “Did you have a nice dinner?”
“Terrific! Ham, candied yams, hot rolls, the works. Hey, did you guys know you're missing a heckofa show? There's a comedy special on. It just started.”
To Dan's consternation, Jo turned on the TV, twisted the dial, then went to the couch to plop down. He not only couldn't remove his stiff prick from Peg's twat, he didn't want to. The sizzling tissues of her vagina were squeezing his tool delightfully, and scalding jizz was bubbling in his balls. The only thing he could hope for was that during a commercial, Jo might leave the room long enough for him to get his rocks off.
Peggy leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Daddy, what are we going to do? You're still so hard, and she'll see it if I get off! Don't you want her to see it? Is that it? If I stay like this and don't watch the program, she'll think something's funny!”
He was about to whisper an answer back when Jo turned their way. “Peg? Don't you want to see this? It's hilarious, kid!”
He sighed and patted Peg's arm. “Okay, kitten. There's no sense in pretending. Go ahead and get off. We can always do this later.”
Jo was still looking at them, waiting for her sister to reply, when Peggy slowly raised her cunny off Dan's quivering pole and slid out of the chair. When Jo saw his erection and the milk-matted hair on his shaft, her eyes bulged.
“What the…? You two were fucking, weren't you! That's why she was in your lap, isn't it, Dad! Jeez! And I didn't even half suspect it! No wonder you looked so funny! Wow!”
“All right, so you caught us,” Dan said, grinning to hide his embarrassment. “Turn around, or you'll miss the show. We'll talk about it afterward.”
He was going to cover his hard-on with his robe when he saw minute flecks of blood staining his dick from Peg's ruptured hymen. Deciding to wash off, he got up holding his robe parted and went toward the hall, his long thick poker bobbing in front of him.
Their father had no sooner left the room when Jo swung around to her sister and said in a loud stage whisper, “Did he have it in your cunt, kid? You know, in your vagina?”
Peggy saw no reason to lie. “Uh huh.”
“Did you really fuck? I mean, did he shoot that stuff in you?”
“No. He was going to, but you came home before we could even get started.”
Jo's brow wrinkled with sympathy. “It hurt, didn't it. Right at first. I know it did me.”
Now it was Peg's turn to be surprised. “You mean he fucked you? When? Where? God, I didn't know!”
The older girl's answer died on her lips when Dan returned to pick up his glass and head for the kitchen to get a refill. Both youngsters noticed that he was still sticking out in front, and they exchanged a smile before giving their attention to the TV.
Dan's “blue balls” were in bad shape. Their sheer hanging weight was pure torture. He regretted now that he hadn't simply gone ahead and fucked Peg while he had her magnificent twat wrapped around his prick, whether Jo watched or not. It would have been almost worth any repercussions it might have caused.
The reason he was so reluctant about the matter was because Brenda had once told him that most females, except lesbians of course, didn't like other females watching when they had sex. It struck him as funny at the time, but it wasn't so humorous right now. His reticence had cost him a wonderful fuck when he already had it in, and it also made him miserable.
“Oh, hell!” he muttered, stirring his highball. “I guess I can wait till we thrash it out.”
He joined the girls for the remainder of the “special,” and laughed so hard his cock became flaccid and the ache in his nuts went away. When the program ended, Peggy got up to turn the volume down, the glow from the screen outlining her body under the gown.
“Didn't you tell me you were going to say something to us about some books, Dad?” the younger girl asked, returning to her chair.
“Yes, I did, and this might be a good time to do it. Jo, why not get out of those clothes and put something else on? We'll wait for you.”
“Yeah, I'd like to. Does it make any difference what I wear?”
“Nope. You don't have to wear anything, if you don't want to. We're not expecting anyone that I know of.”
“Good. That's what I'll do then.” Still smarting over having caught them fucking, she tossed her sister a superior glance then stood up and began to strip. Blouse, skirt, bra and panties all went in a heap on the couch. When she was stark naked, she sat down again, leaning back with her legs parted just enough so that her father could see her cunny.
“Very nice.” Dan's piston had bolted to an erection in the process, making a tent in his lap. He undid the sash and threw the robe wide open to let them view his organ while he talked.
“Now, the reason for all this, is that I was getting worried about my interest in you girls. Sexually. I wasn't sure it was right, so I went to the library and read up on families just like ours who've done the same thing we're doing.”
The girls gave him their undivided attention while he related the highlights of what he'd discovered, and went into minute detail on some of the acts described, involving fathers and daughters. Before he finished, Jo was twisting a curl of pelvic hair around her finger, and Peggy was rubbing her folded hands up and down in her crotch.
“So you see, what's been happening here is not uncommon. We just started earlier than most, but you girls are undoubtedly more mature than the ones I've been telling you about. What it all boils down to is, you're getting a head start on a lot of other young ladies your age.”
His throat was parched from so much talking, and he stopped to take several large swallows from his drink. Next up was that other ticklish matter, but he wanted to proceed slowly and give them time to assimilate one thing before diving into another.
Jo cleared her throat. “And those girls in the books seemed to think it was really great that their dad did it to them, huh?”
“That's right. They felt much better prepared.”
“They were all virgins too, weren't they,” Peggy said.
Dan nodded. “At least those I read about. Some aren't, I suppose, but their fathers help them back on the right track.”
“I guess we get most of it,” Jo said. “What do we do now?”
