Unspoken Pleasure

Still, it was hard for James to watch. Instead he turned and saw his youngest leaning back against the taut canvas of the tent. Her eyes shut. Molly's blonde curls rolled over her tan shoulders. Her legs were pulled up tight to her chest, and her cute little pussy, exposed in this position, had settled into a deep pinkish. She was barely moving. Chest rising and falling in sleep. She'd seemed so agitated before. Of course, they both had been.

James had wanted it, too. To fill his progeny with... well, more progeny, he supposed. In the moment it was almost like there was a voice shouting his head -- a fist grabbing him by the balls -- demanding that he inseminate his daughter. But he'd thought of Christine, of what she'd asked, and he knew his marriage was worth more than that. Some rational shred of his mind pushed back, and he felt far better for his restraint.

Molly had been almost inconsolable in the moment. Now, though, she seemed peaceful. Like maybe -- God willing -- the chemicals had finally been fucked out of her body. If Molly had made it through, maybe all of them could.

For himself, James wasn't as sure. He felt alright but that hadn't been particularly telling before. Christine and Austin were obviously still in the throes of it. Mother and son grunting -- groins slapping in time -- like some weird familial acapella act. What about Alexis? James had been so out of it, he hadn't even given a thought to his eldest child.

James glanced around and saw a pink, bare body on the far side of the picnic table. Pert little butt poking upward. Had Austin just dropped his big sister in the mud to go fuck his mother? James started to stand, but his legs wobbled and so he went back down. He crawled around the table to where Alexis lay.

The tall, skinny brunette seemed as dead to the world as her baby sister. Alexis was face down in the grass, body splattered with mud. Crusted with... Well, at least Austin hadn't cum inside her, James thought. His daughter was on the pill, he knew, but better safe than sorry. And how weird was his life now that he was thinking the words, I'm glad my son covered his older sister in cum?

James reached down and stroked his daughter's cheek lovingly. Her verdant eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him.

"Daddy?" Alexis asked. Not James. Daddy.

"I'm here, baby girl," James said. "Austin and I..."

"I know. We all did. It's OK," James said.

"Oh, it was way better than OK," Alexis said, then giggled. "Are you and Mom...?"

"Come see," James said. He struggled to his feet and helped his daughter stand. But when Alexis put weight on her left foot, she crumpled. James left forward and lowered Alexis onto the picnic bench. He couldn't help but enjoy feeling her naked body in his hands. Her ass was particularly nice. She felt muscular like her mother, but still invitingly soft in places.

If Alexis was anxious about being naked in front of her father, about him being naked in front of her, she didn't show it. She sat back on the bench like this was nothing. Her little breasts -- bigger than her mothers' yet still nothing next to her little sister's -- sat firm and proud on her chest.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"What happened to your ankle?" James asked, concern overwhelming desire. At least for the moment.

"I twisted it on the walk up," Alexis said, "Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," James said. He rubbed his daughter's shoulders affectionately. He could see behind her that Austin and his mother were still bouncing against each other in the muck. The tall brunette didn't seem to notice. She was staring off in the middle distance, like trying to spy something out over the lake. "It was the pills," James continued, "It wasn't us."

"Like if someone slipped something in my drink, then did stuff to me," Alexis said. She said it in a way that sounded rehearsed. Like she'd recited the same words earlier.

"Exactly," James said, "It wouldn't be your fault, would it?"

"We raped each other," Alexis said, then chortled. Her eyes still unfocused.

"Oh FUCK! You're fucking Mommy so good!" Christine shouted.

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"Jeez, Austin's really giving it to Mom, isn't he?" Alexis said, "And you're OK with all this?"

"No, but Molly and I, we..."

"Oh," Alexis said. She sounded strangely disappointed. "That makes sense. Sorta"

"Oh G... Oh God, Mom your pussy is so amazing!" Austin cried.

"Hey Dad?" Alexis suddenly gripped James' arm tight. "I know what we did was wrong. But, like, you'd be totally right to be jealous of what Mom's doing right now cause she's your wife and all. But me and Austin. I mean. And now I'm kind of feeling... Like is that wrong? Does that make me broken or whatever?"

"No, honey," James said. He took Alexis's head in his arms and held her to his chest. "No, it's fine. It's totally natural. You're fine." He kissed the top of his daughter's head. He kissed her forehead. She tilted her head up. He looked into her eyes, so very much like her mother's, and kissed his oldest daughter on the lips.

"Oh... Oh FUCK! M... Mom? I think I'm going to..."

"Oh yes. Oh, baby please. It's OK. Give it to me. Give it to Mommy. Put it all in MMMMEEEEeeeeeeee."

James shot up from the bench, eyes wide. His wife and son were still in the same position. Christine bent forward on all fours, head hanging down. Her little tits bouncing back and forth while her son pumped her pussy -- his hands digging into her ass cheeks -- face red with exertion.

"Christine, no!" James shouted. It was so loud, he swore it echoed through the valley.

"It's OK, James," Christine said, "I'm safe. Remember?"

"We promised," James said, shocked at how whiny he sounded, "you promised."

"It's OK," Christine said. Apparently, this was her new catchphrase. "It's OK, baby. Cum in me. Fill Mommy up. Put your seed in my womb. Like Daddy did to make you."

"Oh God Mom. I can't... I mean, I don't have a condom. I'm in you bare, Mom and I... I'm going to fill you with my cum. Fuck. I need it so bad," Austin said.

"I know, baby. Mommy does too. Be a good boy and give your Mommy what she needs."

James stood, there, frozen while Mother and son continued cooing at each other. The slaps of their naked bodies like little stabs in his chest. He knew Christine was safe. They'd had the surgery to be sure. But still. They'd made a promise to each other. Maybe it was a weird promise, but James had taken some odd solace in it. And now Christine was breaking it right in front of him. The whole family.

James felt a thin, feminine hand run through his chest hair. He looked down and saw Alexis standing next to him. Still naked. She smiled at him, coyly. She pulled his jaw to her and kissed him, hard, on the lips. Whimpered sexily as her father slipped his tongue in her mouth.

Alexis' hand closed around her father's cock. James felt his world focus down to a pinprick. Just him and his eldest daughter.

"Ohhhhh... Alexis," James said, "Lexi. Sorry. I know I should call you Lexi."

"You can call me Alexis, Daddy. Only you."

Alexis pulled her Daddy down by the dick, so he was sitting next to her on the bench. She began stroking up and down his cock. Licking her lips as she did it.

"Oooh, my Daddy's cock is so big," Alexis said, "I'm a lucky little girl."