It was weeks before we were confident enough to set our plan in motion. Both James and I knew that if we executed this poorly, we risked not only losing Aubrey, but jail time as well. Yet we were confident that we could make this happen. Aubrey was so pure and innocent that it seemed she had no definition of sex yet, and if we could only show her how wonderfully we would treat her, then our girl would be ours in more ways than one.
Almost every night, long after Aubrey was asleep, James and I would meet in my room to plan. Often our talks would dissolve, as they did that first day, into lurid accounts of what could happen. Every night my son and I would masturbate together, sharing imaginative details of my baby girl's body. At first James was more forthcoming than me – I would listen in fascinated silence, exulted at hearing my fantasies spoken aloud. Perhaps since he was her peer he did not feel the same guilt as I did. For I was battling not only my guilt that she was my daughter, but also that I was fifty-one and she was only eighteen.
"I just want my tongue on that little pussy," James said. "Make our sweet girl moan my name..."
Our jerk sessions became more frequent. Aubrey often came down for breakfast in just a big t-shirt and panties, though sometimes I wondered if she was even wearing those. James was in school for psychology and was in class mostly in the afternoons and evenings. After she left for high school, we began to sit at the breakfast table.
After a few weeks of cumming to the thought of my daughter twice a day, my guilt began to wear away. Soon it didn't seem wrong to desire her, but natural. And sooner still it seemed natural that she should relent to me. I was her father, after all, and had given her everything. My babygirl lived in this house, taunting her brother and I, and had never shown us the respect we deserve.
One morning, she came down in pink bikini panties and a white tshirt. I could see her tiny areolas through the cotton. In the cool morning air, they poked out. My mouth watered.
"Morning daddy," she said.
She passed me and began to make cereal. Her little buttcheeks, fuller than most white girls, were exposed by her insufficient undergarments. I watched her tight young flesh wiggle while she walked. It was a shame she was no longer a child, and not yet mine to fuck; I longed to slap her flesh until it was red.
When she sat at the table, she absently rested her right leg on my lap and ate her cereal. I was marveling at the way her hair, messy from sleep and escaping from her ponytail, formed a little blonde halo around her head. When James came downstairs, she looked up from her cereal and gave him a little smile. He neglected breakfast and sat at the table. Under the table, he nudged my leg. I caught his eye and saw what he was referring to.
The way Aubrey's legs were splayed allowed both of us a clear view of her pussy. Her panties clung to her mound, even dug into the little cleft between her lips. Unaware of our stares, Aubrey ate her cereal. A bit of milk dribbled down her chin, and before she wiped it off, I found myself imagining my cum dribbling out of my baby girl's mouth.
I was so close to my little girl's pussy. Just a bit of cotton between me and the sweetest place I could imagine. It was tiny, I could see. The lips were each hardly bigger than my thumbs. The whole thing would fit perfectly into my palm, and my tongue would cover the sweetness in one lick. My cock was rock hard in my pants; I was a big man, as was my son. Seven inches, but quite large around. My own hand barely could fit around my girth. I pictured my baby's tiny hands. She'd have to use two. I thought of her big blue eyes, two hands wrapped around my cock, cum on her chin, and had to breathe in rapidly to avoid cumming in my pants.
I then thought of myself buried in that tiny pussy, stretching it wide. She'd need to part her legs obscenely to take me in. It would hurt her, poor little thing.
"Ow, daddy," she moaned in my head. "Gentle, daddy!"
That only turned me on more.
When she finished her cereal, she scampered upstairs. James and I exchanged a glance, and then counted the minutes until she left for school so we could be alone and get rid of the massive hard-ons our little girl had caused. She came down wearing a much more modest ensemble – Aubrey always dressed in knee-length dresses or pants, and high-cut blouses – and kissed each of us goodbye. I watched my son's hands linger on my baby's waist, and noticed the tent in his sweatpants.
"Bye, sweetheart," he said.
"Bye James. Bye daddy."
She waved to us and then left. As soon as we heard the car pull out of the driveway, James had retrieved his thick cock from his sweatpants, and I'd unzipped my jeans.
"She is a little fucking tease, isn't she?" I asked James, thwacking my hard cock with new fervency. "Parading her little cunt around this kitchen."
"She acts so pure but I bet she's a little slut on the inside," James said. "Did you see how tiny her little cunt is?"
"She'll be our little slut," I said. "Daddy's little whore."
"Yeah she is. I'm gonna cum on her little face," James said, "to punish her for every time she teased us."
"I wanna see my baby soaked in cum," I said, feeling a surge in my cock at the mental picture.
"She'll be begging us every day soon."
"We'll make her suck our cocks every morning," I said. "Fuck her over the kitchen table."
"God dad she'll love it..."
We came in unison. Ropes of our cum settled onto the chair where she'd just put her cute little ass. Afterward, James leaned back with a sigh.
"Dad, I can't handle this anymore."
I knew it was true. It was getting difficult to hide, too. At dinner, we stared at her while she ate. When we watched movies, James and I battled to be the lap she rested her little head on. She was bound to notice soon.
"Dad, I know I said you could have her virginity, but if you aren't man enough to do it, I can't wait much longer."
His words revved up my protective instincts again. No man, not even my own son, was going to possess her before me.
"No, I'll do it," I said.
"When, dad? You know, even though she's so innocent, she's going to find someone soon who'll move faster. And she's horny, even if she doesn't know it. Why do you think her panties are always soaked?"
"She barely looks at porn," I said, confessing to searching her computer. "She doesn't delete the history, either. I found a few searches for pictures of naked men, nothing else."
"We'll teach her everything she needs to know," James said. "But we have to do it soon."
"I'll do it," I said. "Tonight."
James raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yes."
"I want to be there. We'll do it together."
I didn't like the idea of sharing her, but I did like the idea of being able to watch Aubrey suck cock while I fucked her.
"As long as I'm the first," I said.
He threw up his hands. "On my honor."
I looked at our cum, drying on her seat. "We haven't got much of that anymore, son."
"I'll be home at nine-thirty. Don't start without me."
I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life. But James and I had a plan. Before Aubrey got home, I put the DVD in the player and set it up. After dinner, I suggested we go and watch some television. James was due home soon.
We found a show on that Aubrey liked, but I couldn't tell you a single thing that happened. She lay on the couch, feet in my lap, while my heart was beating incredibly loud in my chest. My skin was on fire, and I'd had a hard-on nearly all day. I could think of nothing but my fear and my arousal. My baby girl was right there, and if things went right, I could cum inside her pussy that night.
She was dressed in her regular school clothes still, a skirt and a tshirt. This did nothing to alleviate my desires, not since having had such a good look at her pussy today. Not to mention her breasts, full and young, still pulled on the cotton. I imagined how they would bounce when I slammed her with my cock. Bouncing tits on a young girl – I hadn't seen that in so long.
I pictured her on her back, under me, whimpering while her tits moved obscenely in rhythm with my trusts. Daddy, she'd whimper.
Fuck. I'm gonna fuck my daughter tonight.
I was about to set the plan in motion without him when the door opened, and James came home. His eyes were a bit wild when they met mine.
"Hey there," he said. I was a bit jealous when he sat down beside Aubrey and she laid her head on his lap. I knew my son was incredibly aware of my daughter's proximity to his cock. Just last night I'd felt the pleasant pressure of her head on my manhood, and knew how incredible it was. But tonight, I would be the real winner, so I put the thought from my mind.
We watched her television show for a bit longer, so she wouldn't be suspicious. After a few minutes, James caught my eye. I nodded.
He rested a hand on Aubrey's head.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said.
"Mm-hmm?"
"You know who loves you most in the world?" he asked.
"You and daddy," she said. Her voice was so cute when it was sleepy; all high and whispery.
"Mmm, that's right baby girl," I said. I began to caress her leg.
"Daddy and I just want to show you something," James said. "You're almost a woman now, but not quite, and we want to make sure we're taking care of you in every way."
She sat up. James and I moved closer so that the three of us were all seated beside each other, sides touching sides.
"What do you mean?" She looked at me with her big blue eyes and, to my relief, was curious but not suspicious. I touched her blonde hair.
"I mean things there are things that women get to do that little girls don't," I said. "And James and I want to make sure you understand them."
She blushed deeply. "Daddy, I'm not sure –"
"Don't get me wrong," I said, running a thumb over her bright cheek. "You'll always be my little girl."
"Daddy and I just want to make sure that when you discover all this, it's with men who really love you," James said.
She was still brilliantly red – her embarrassment was only entrancing to us. It was difficult to tamper my excitement. I longed to throw her onto the ground and lift up that skirt and take my baby's virginity right there, but if I wanted to be able to have her tomorrow and the next day and the next, I knew we had to do this right.
"Ok," James said. He moved towards the remote. "I'm just gonna change it to a little movie. You can just watch for a few minutes. Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart, just watch it with daddy and I."
Aubrey nodded, no longer looking at us. James changed the input to DVD, and then selected the movie. It was a porn we'd selected specifically. The girl resembled Aubrey, but she was also one of the better girls in porn. She was having an amazing time on screen, it was clear. The film drove us crazy because of how much she looked like our little Aubrey, but we knew it would be good for her to see a woman moaning that way and begging for more.
As the film began, Aubrey's face stayed brilliantly red. I had never been one to ignore a naked woman, but I couldn't care less about the porn in that moment. My eyes were glued to my daughter, and hers were glued to the screen.
She gasped when they began to take off their clothes.
