ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!
This story contains incest. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on.
I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.
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Lots of Love,
Casino
CHAPTER 02:
XXXXXXXX-Juliet:
I removed the sheets and put on a fresh crisp set of cotton sheets. I wrote my husband and daughter a letter of my plans for the day. My guess was they would spend most of the day fucking.
I smiled to myself remembering my first day with my father. I think he thought his dick was going to fall off. After that first day, we would have sex anywhere from 2-4 times a day.
He almost had to give up Saturday morning golf, until I asked if he could teach me to play. We would play 18 holes. I would make him play my holes on some of the more secluded parts of the course. I would always come home with filthy panties filled with my Daddy's cum. I giggled to myself at the memory.
I was getting dressed when I heard Mandy from our bathroom, "Fuck... fuck... FUCK! DADDY!!!" I didn't hear my husband's signature grunting so he must've gone down on her. 'Lucky girl' I thought to myself. I could only occasionally get my Daddy to go down on me.
I broke away from my reminiscing. 'I need to get Gracie and Kylie out of the house,' I decided. Feeling the heat pulsing from Mandy's twat, I knew she'd be insatiable.
I went to wake up the girls. I would treat them to a fun day followed by what would be a confusing and emotional walk through the woods.
I knocked on their door. There was no answer. I quietly turned the knob and opened the door. My nose was instantly assaulted by the smell of female sexual arousal. The scent was musky and tart. As I opened the door a little further I saw the girls on Gracie's bed. They were spooning completely naked. Gracie was the big spoon making tiny Kylie the little spoon. Gracie's hand was jammed between Kylie's legs and Kylie's hand reaching behind her between Gracie's.
'Oh shit, they're trying to get through the 'work' on their own.' I knew from history that that would not end well. Trying to go it alone or with a sister would end up the same as a father's rejection.
This would be a struggle of monumental proportion. Normally a girl gets to get through her 'work' before the next sister is of age. Managing multiples (twins, triplets, etc) gets complicated, sometimes with fierce battles.
'How did I miss the signs? How could I have been so careless?' I was in anguish over my failures regarding my girls and my husband. Although, Mandy's muffled screams of pleasure said my husband was honoring his role, thank God.
Gracie started to stir and I quietly shut the door. Then I knocked rather loudly, summoning the girls. I heard movement and a few 'oh shits' as I'm sure they were pulling on their nightgowns.
I slowly opened their door, they were smiling brightly. "Good morning Mom."
I sniffed the air with a mock confusion on my face, they both blushed realizing what I was smelling. "Good morning, girls. Jump in the shower and meet me downstairs. I've got a surprise for you."
They were so excited they jumped in the shower together. Twenty minutes later they were dressed in tank tops and skirts.
Gracie was an inch taller than Mandy at 5' 3" at 120 lbs. She had dark shoulder length wavy hair with bright blue eyes. She was extremely well endowed in the chest area. She had curves like her sisters at 32E-27-38 with pale skin.
Kylie was the only blonde haired, blue eyed one of us girls. Her hair was cut to the middle of her back with bangs. She was tiny and curvy at 4'10" and 110 lbs. She was 36D-27-37 and was the shyest of all of us.
"What's the surprise Mom?" Gracie asked with a grin. Kylie was quiet but gave me her coy little smile.
"We're going for brunch, then a little shopping and finishing off with a quiet walk."
Both girls got really excited. I even heard an excited squeak from Kylie.
We got in the car and pulled out of the driveway. We drove downtown and found a parking spot in the lot. We walked into a lovely privately owned bistro. We had an elegant brunch and I let the girls have mimosas. They were giggly and a little buzzed when we were shopping and they both claimed they needed underwear. I bought each of them 3 sets of matching bras and panties. Much to my chagrin the panties were of the thong variety covering very little. We continued shopping, each getting a couple of blouses.
When it came time to leave for our walk, Kylie inquired, "So, Mom, what's with the walk?"
"We need to have a discussion and I need to let you know about some family history you're both unaware of." Both girls gave me a puzzled look as we jumped back in the car and headed for the nature park.
We pulled into the parking lot. This park had a number of quiet trails where we would be afforded privacy. We hopped out and made our way to the trails. I took each of their arms in mine as we walked.
"So, this discussion won't be easy but you both need to hear it."
"Ok, Mom." Gracie said with a worried expression.
Kylie simply frowned and looked at me worried as well.
"We have a history in our family or rather a strange physical drive that takes over the women of our bloodline..." I explained our physical urges to them and shared my experiences as well as the experiences of my sisters.
They both stopped and stared at me blankly. Gracie was the first to speak. "So, all of our female relatives have had sex with their fathers?"
"Yes, for the most part. Sometimes it skips a generation. Since none of you teased or tempted your father after puberty. I thought we had skipped a generation. That is until last night and this morning."
"What happened last night?" Kylie inquired quietly.