Club Inzest 10: A Different Perspective
by Micaela Reynolds
as told to
BrettJ © 2009
In all the time I've been with Debra, I've never seen her rattled. Never, not even once. So when she came into the Living Room last night, all red and flushed and not speaking in full sentences, I was concerned. Sharon hopped up and got her a cold glass of Pepsi while I hugged her and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing – nothing at all!" Debra beamed at me. "That was my brother Steve and his girls on the phone – they're coming for a visit!"
This was a shock to me, because most of Deb's family don't talk to us, due to our relationship. Steve was the only one who had kept in touch, barely, he sent a few quick notes and cards. He had also found out our deeper secret and although he didn't say anything, Debra knew he had trouble dealing with the fact his sister slept with her own kids.
Deb hugged me, she had the happiest grin on her face as she told me the story. Apparently, brother Steve had been extremely worried about his two daughters, Cathy and Carreigh. He was concerned they were heading down the same path as their mother, his ex-wife. Debra's sister-in-law had, with some encouragement from Deb, come out as a lesbian late in life and had divorced Steve, deciding to live the rest of her life as she saw fit. Steve was understandably, at the time anyway, outraged. Debra hadn't heard much from him since, until tonight's call, which had lasted well over an hour. Apparently, Steve had – with the assistance of Deb's nieces – given my wife an update on their lives that had her grinning from ear to ear.
Late one evening, while he was trying to sleep, Steve heard the muffled giggles and moans coming from down the hall. He had often seen the furtive glances that passed between his twins, the little kisses when they thought no one was looking. He took note that boys rarely called and they spent most of their time with other girls. They'd both graduated High School last year and neither had ever dated
any
of the young men who kept persistently calling.
Steve was certain that the girls were heading down the path to lesbianism. A modern thinker, he didn't object if his daughters were gay, but he wanted them to make an informed choice and not find out late in life, as Rebecca had, destroying 3 lives in the process. He also wasn't too sure if the growing bond between his twin girls was turning incestuous. That troubled him – he'd been able to keep Debra's relationship with her kids from the rest of the family, but their parents visited from Ottawa quite frequently and he didn't want them finding out about their grandkid's sex lives somehow.
He decided the best course of action was open, straightforward communication. One night, shortly before dinner, he went down the hall to their room, knocked on the door and entered. Both girls had flushed looks on their faces, his concern mounted, but he swallowed and began speaking.
"Girls – you know that I love both of you, right?"
"Of course, Daddy." Carreigh looked at him with eyes that were so light blue, they almost looked other-wordly at times. She had almost-platinum blonde hair that hung down to her waist and beautiful, delicate curves. Her breasts fit her slender body, like two perfect peaches and she had long legs that went right up to her perfect, round ass.
"Certainly we do, Daddy." That was Cathy, very much her mother's daughter. She was around 5'7", about 3 inches shorter than her twin, with lush curves and darker-skinned by far then Carreigh. Her tits were about 36C and she had wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and inviting, dark eyes. Her lips seemed to be in a perpetual pout and she had a softness and warmth that her twin seemed, at first glance, to lack.
"Girls, I am very, very concerned about you. Please understand, this isn't an easy conversation for a father to have with his daughters ... " he gulped, noticing how little clothing either girl had on " ... as adults, your sex lives are your own business, of course, but ... Lord, there isn't an easy way to say this, is there? I am concerned you might be lesbians, like your mother. Darlings, if you are, that's fine, but I want you to be sure and I want you to know I support any choices you make, so long as you are honest with me."
"Thank you, Daddy" Carreigh said in her soft, lilting voice. "Cathy and I appreciate that, do you really mean it that we can talk to you about
anything
?"
"Yes Carreigh ... I may not understand or agree with you about everything and I might not always be able to answer all of your questions, but I will always try to be there for you." Cathy leaned forward and gave her father a kiss on the cheek, her more-than-ample cleavage showing under the lacy blouse she wore. He couldn't help notice she wore no bra, although her tits stayed in place, they were dark like her, with big, dark nipples. Steve shook his head and tried to regain his focus.
"Daddy – Carreigh and I are lovers. We have been for a few months."
Steve nodded, his suspicions had been confirmed. He thought he should say something, but he decided to wait and let Cathy go on. She sat on the bed, her smooth legs in stockings, he noticed – did his girls like lingerie in their sex play? – and she smiled as she continued talking.
"Before you ask Daddy, no, it wasn't Mom's fault that we like girls, although we've discussed it with her and been very honest and above-board. Both of us had girlfriends for a while, although we were discreet. You know Carreigh's friend, Autumn?" Steve nodded. "She was Carreigh's first." Steve knew Autumn well, she'd been friends with the girls since First Grade. The slender black girl had grown into an exquisite beauty, Carreigh could have done far worse for a lesbian playmate.
Cathy continued. "You wouldn't have known my first lover, Daddy. Remember the trip I took to Japan for my eighteenth birthday?" He did indeed, because Carreigh couldn't go, having an overwhelming fear of flying.
"While I was there, I met this absolutely lovely Japanese woman named Miroki. She offered to show me around Japan and she did, what a lovely time we had. I couldn't understand why someone so beautiful had no boyfriend or husband, so I asked her about it and she told me she was a lesbian. I was curious and very attracted to her, one thing led to another, and ... " Cathy's voice trailed off at an obviously-happy memory.
Carreigh spoke next. "When Sissy came home, we started talking and compared notes – we'd each experienced things the other hadn't. So, being a bit naughty and a bit tipsy on your Jamaican rum – sorry Daddy – we decided to show each other some of those things. Once we began making love, it just all fell into place. It was the best sex either of us have ever had. It's like – because we're family, we have a deeper, emotional connection, you know? We've each had other lovers, we've
shared
other lovers – like Autumn – but for us, it's never better than it is when we're together."
The girls looked at him for some cue, Steve chose his words carefully. "Girls – while some might condemn you for what you're doing, I see nothing wrong with it – you aren't hurting anyone, so I won't stop you." The twins were practically glowing at this. "However – aren't there
any
guys your own age that you're interested in?" The girls shook their heads.
Cathy said "It isn't that we don't like men daddy, we do – but the men our age don't have much to offer. They're not settled. They can be cheap – we're good looking women Daddy, we expect a bit of pampering. We come as a package deal, Daddy – while some guys would love that as a fantasy, we might be a bit hard to handle, because we have our own expectations about what that means. So Daddy, I think we'll just stick with each other and other girls."
Carreigh then said "Although ... "
Cathy said "Oh, no. You said we weren't going to go there, that was just between us. Carreigh, don't you
dare
