As a result of a young marriage I have two children, Bobby (19) and Janine (18). Their mother was a drug addict so it was easy for me to gain custody of them when we split. Growing up they lacked for nothing as I had luckily made my pile early. I was able to retire at age 36 and now, four years later, my children are safely at school, honor students and future leaders.
They both came home most holidays and we had managed to forge and maintain strong relationships. Neither of them had been any trouble as teens and I am truly a lucky man. Both were credits to themselves and to me.
It was a fateful Thanksgiving weekend when everything changed. Janine was a senior in high school, Bobby a freshman at Stanford. I was getting home a day early from a trip and looked forward to spending a weekend with the kids. I had gotten tickets to a show in the City and reservations for my favorite restaurant.
I walked into the house and all was quiet. But then I went up the stairs and heard a familiar sound: a headboard hitting the wall with rhythmic intensity. I smiled.
I had always been very open about my sex life and sex in general with my children. I answered their questions openly. I had shown them both where I kept my condoms, doubling the supply when they had reached puberty. Both of them also knew I was bisexual and were cool with it.
Now, as I slowly went down the hall, I was left to wonder which kid was getting lucky. I presumed they were both sexually active (Since I constantly had to replenish the condom stash) but respected their privacy.
Moans now accompanied the crashing headboard and now knew it was coming from my bedroom. One of the kids was fucking in daddy's bed for added kink!
I slowly opened the door. Just as I did a female voice cried out: "Daddy! Fuck me daddy!"
The voice was Janine's.
She was riding a young stud, her tits flopping around from the motion. One hand was behind her, stroking his balls.
Those balls belonged to my son, Bobby.
His hands groped her tight young ass, helping her up and down on his cock. Both their eyes were closed as they fucked. I just stood there and watched as my children copulated.
My emotions stirred, filling me with anger, shock, pain, betrayal. I was so confused.
But my penis wasn't. It went from limp to erect in about two seconds.
As I watched Janine got off Bobby and lay on her back. Bobby turned over, grasped his condom-clad erection and guided it into his sister. Her legs went around his waist as he began thrusting into her.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me, daddy!" Bobby cried out as he filled his sister's pussy with sperm.
The two young lovers embraced and kissed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. I took this moment to announce my presence. Bobby rolled over and Janine pulled up the sheet to cover herself.
"It's okay. Why don't you get some clothes on and come downstairs. We need to talk about this."
I went downstairs and made coffee. As I was pouring myself a cup my children came downstairs, their faces masks of guilt. I poured them each a cup and took a seat.
"How long has this been going on?"
About a year, Dad," said Bobby.
"We're sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay. What you do is your own business."
"You mean you don't mind, daddy? Even though it's incest?"
"You kids both know that I am sexually adventurous. How can I judge you? And, by the way, I've done incest myself."
Bobby turned to me. "Who?"
"Well, all three of my sisters to begin with. In fact, your cousin Jared may be my son. Also, your cousins Chris and Tiffany."
The kids looked at each other, both looking very relieved. Bobby spoke up first. "So dad, how was Tiffany? I love those big tits of hers!"
Janine elbowed him in the ribs. "So, mine aren't big enough for you now big brother?"
"Sure they are, sis. Your 34C's are great. But Tiff's have got to be D-cup."
"Double-D's, son," I corrected.
I saw my children in a whole new light. I knew they were having sex, but to actually witness it, much less with each other, made it somehow more real.
