One Big Happy Family

Paul Ryan climbed down from the International Harvester and stretched the crick out of his back. His father Peter Belfour came over and joined him.

"You did a good job today son. I appreciate you working on your birthday," Peter slapped his son on the back.

"Come on I have a treat for you," Peter led his son to the pickup truck parked in the shade of what used to be the farmhands barracks and was now the garage and workshop where Peter kept his farm machinery.

He had converted part of the building into a games room for the children, updating the gaming equipment as the kids got older. Peter no longer hired farmhands to help with the corn harvest. Advances in technology and his son growing to an age where he could work on the farm meant that outside assistance was no longer necessary, which suited Paul, his mother Margaret and his aunt Millicent, perfectly. They didn't want outsiders ruining their perfect lives.

They drove to the creek which ran through the property, discussing the corn harvest and other farming issues. Peter stopped at a grassy clearing and tossed a throw rug on the soft green grass under the shade of a big tree right beside the creek bank. He had Peter bring along the cooler from the back of the truck.

"Here. Today you are a man so you get to have a man's drink," Peter handed his son an icy-cold beer.

"Happy eighteenth birthday son," Peter clinked the neck of his bottle against Paul's.

"It's getting on for six o'clock dad; don't you have to be home?" Paul asked.

Paul and his cousin Jessica knew that they had to stay clear of the house between six and seven o'clock. They didn't know exactly know why but they strongly suspected it had to do with Peter wanting some alone time Paul's mother Margaret before dinner.

Although Paul and Jessica were still virgins they knew all about sex. Living on a farm they had witnessed animals doing it and their respective mothers had spoken to them both about the birds and the bees and procreation had been part of their education. They had no reason to question Peter's demand that they stay out of the house for an hour after he finished work. They had been home schooled and born and raised on the farm and they did whatever they were told to do by their elders without question. In the summer the cousins would swim in the creek and in the winter they would watch TV or play board games or pool in the games room until it was seven o'clock and time for supper.

"Now that you're a man there are certain things you need to know son," Peter said gravely.

"You never questioned me as to why you and Jessica are home schooled and why we don't associate much with the townsfolk," Peter said.

"I never thought to. Mom and Aunt Millie told us that we have an idyllic life here on the farm. We have everything we need. We still go into town now and then and we go to the stores, to the movies, to the soda fountain. I'm happy with the way we live," Paul replied.

"And Jess... she's happy too? You and her get along really well I've noticed," Peter smiled knowingly at his son.

Paul blushed. When Jessica had turned eighteen she had been allowed to wear makeup and nylons, skilled in the art by her mother and her aunt, the pretty girl had turned into an attractive young woman. When they swam together in the creek Paul was mesmerised by her body clad in her body-hugging lycra swimsuit.

Jessica had turned eighteen just ahead of Paul and was told by her mother that she should dress like an adult in the farmhouse: sheer nylons with tight pencil skirts and tight satin blouses. She looked a lot like her mother Millicent: blonde-haired, big-breasted and long-legged with a buxom figure.

Paul had been stealing Jessica's panties from the washing basket in the bathroom as well as his mother's and his aunt's. He'd masturbate with them and then placed them carefully back where he found them. He'd also take their discarded nylons from the trash and use them to jack off, placing his mother's gauzy nylon stocking or his aunt's or cousin's sheer pantyhose over his cock and stroke himself whilst sniffing their panties.

"Yes Pop; Jessica seems just as happy as I am," Paul took a long sip on his beer.

"Come on boy let's take a swim," Peter mussed his son's hair and the men stripped to their shorts and dived into the cool clear water of the creek.

They lay on the blanket in the waning sunlight, drying off.

"Get yourself another beer and climb back in the truck. I want to show you something," Peter got up from the blanket a little gingerly from the day's work.

Peter was now in his mid-thirties and Meg and Millie were the wrong side of forty but they were still very attractive women who looked after themselves. Meg still favoured the fifties fashion from her youth while Millie followed the current fashion trends; she'd always been more city than her sister.

Peter and Paul drove through fields of corn and down a dusty track until they came to a copse of unworkable land located roughly in the middle of the farm. Peter knew that the small parcel of arid, scrubby land that was strewn with boulders and knotted Honey Locust and was unusable. His father had told him and Jessica to stay out of it as it was a breeding ground for copperheads and rattlers and filled with dangerous sinkholes.

Peter parked the truck and Paul followed him deep into the centre of the copse. When his father arrived at a pile of weather-beaten branches and began to pull at them, Paul helped his father until they exposed an almost unrecognisable rusting piece of junk. Only the rotting tires gave evidence to the fact that it had once been an automobile of some kind.

"Is that an old truck or piece of farm machinery?" Paul asked, scratching his head.

"It used to be my father's pickup," Peter said matter-of-factly.

"That's grandpa's car? Mom told me that he disappeared without a trace," Paul looked astonished.

"Your grandpa was a lush who was letting the farm go to ruin and he was a violent man who beat his wife and denied her the loving she deserved," Peter sighed.

"He beat grandma? I'm sorry I never met her. Mom showed me some old pictures of her but she doesn't speak about her much," Paul sighed.

"No William Balfour didn't beat grandma. He beat you mother. He beat me. He beat his wife and son," Peter sighed.

Paul was speechless. He let the bottle of beer fall from his hand.

"I buried him there," Peter pointed to a depression in the sandy soil.

Something told Paul not to ask his father whether it was poor health, an accident or something else that had killed his grandfather. His mother never spoke of him.

"Dad I don't get it. You said he beat his wife but that he didn't beat grandma... that makes no sense," Paul's head was spinning.

"He was married to your mother... to Margaret," Peter said softly.

"And I was the son he beat," Peter breathed.

"Now that makes no sense at all," Paul was bewildered.

"Margaret is my mother too. I'm your father but I suppose that I'm also your half-brother, if that makes any sense," Peter swallowed the last of his beer and tossed it in the bush.

"You killed your father and married your mother?" Paul was astonished.

"Meg and I aren't married... at least not legally. But we are husband and wife in every other sense," Peter walked over and put his hands on Paul's shoulders.

"All you need to know is that we love each other. We love you too and we love Millie and Jess," Peter hugged his son.

"Wait! Aunt Millie and Jessica?" Paul couldn't believe what he was thinking.

"Jessica is your half-sister, Paul. Meg and Millie share my bed and I love them both equally," Peter sighed.

"Jessica is your daughter? My sister? This is all too much!" Paul began to shake.

"You're just like me Paul. I've seen you looking at your mother. I've seen you looking at Millie and Jessica: looking up their skirts, ogling their legs, their buttocks, their breasts. Your mother, Millie and I know about you taking their intimates into your bedroom to masturbate with them. Don't you think I used to do the same thing?" Peter said soothingly, not wanting to sound condescending.

"How do you think it started with me and our mother?" Peter asked rhetorically.

"Now you know our family secret. You can go or you can stay. But before you make up your mind let's go home so your mother can give you your birthday present," Peter smiled at his son.

"Oh, one other thing you should know. Those two graves there," Peter pointed to two depressions in the rocky ground.

"They belong to two men who took from me what was mine. I found them and I took it back. No one takes from me what is mine. But what I have I'm willing to share with my kin," Peter said gravely and then mussed Paul's hair.

The drive back to the farmhouse was conducted in stony silence while Paul tried to make sense of what his father had told him. It made no sense but the more he thought about it the more it did make sense: their isolated existence, his father's affection for Millie which seemed to go beyond just friendship for his wife's sister. Paul had seen Millie leaving his father's bedroom in the morning; he'd seen Millie and his father kissing and playing grab-ass when they thought the kids weren't looking.

His father was an affectionate man with both Paul's mother and his aunt and he and Jessica had speculated that there may be something more than just fondness between them. But this was the Midwest where families were very close and kissing cousins were common. He and Jessica had kissed and played with each other over their clothing but had never done anything overtly sexual, even though one of Paul's favourite masturbatory aids was the image of the crotch of his cousin's swimsuit clinging to her vulva, the fabric sucked into her cleft.

All this time he had fantasised about the girl that he now knew was his sister. His Aunt and his mother were also part of his sexual fantasies. Was he really any different to his father?

When they arrived home Paul half-expected there to be a surprise party waiting for him but the kitchen was empty except for his mother who was waiting for them when they came inside.

Meg looked magnificent. She was wearing a red, knee-length, A-line, pleated, round-neck, dress. It had white polka dots and was sleeveless to show off her tanned arms. She wore red four-inch high heels and seamed flesh-toned stockings. Paul couldn't help but admire the seams running up the back of her long legs.

His mother spun around and smiled at him through red-lipsticked lips and his heart melted. She was wearing full makeup, earrings and a necklace and her black hair was worn in a bob with bangs just above her big blue eyes.

"Happy birthday son I hope you like the way I'm dressed. This is the dress that I used to wear to meet your father when he came home from work when he was your age. I'm amazed I can still fit into it," she smiled and Paul felt his heart skip a beat.

"Did you tell him?" Meg furrowed her brow at Peter.

"I told him. I still don't think he fully understands. I'll leave him to you while I go upstairs and explain everything to Jess," Peter said levelly.

"She's up there with Millie waiting for you. Millie has told her some but not all of it. Make sure you treat her right," Meg instructed.

Peter moved into his mother and kissed her deeply, his hands seeking her thighs under her dress. He reluctantly let her go, the bulge in his jeans evidence of the effect his mother had on him. Paul just stood there amazed. He'd seen his father and his mother kiss and fondle each other often but that was before he knew that his mother was also Peter's mother.

"I'll leave you to it," Peter said gruffly and clambered up the stairs.

"So Petey has told you the family secrets," Meg smiled conspiratorially at her son.

Paul just nodded.

"I know it's overwhelming. Your father, Millie and I have had long hard discussions about what we should tell you and Jessica. In the end we decided that that the truth would be best. Take some time to think about it Paul. We are offering you the same life that we enjoy together," Meg lifted her son's chin.

"You and Jess have a week to decide if you want to stay or if you want to leave. But if you leave you can tell no one our family secrets. You understand that right?" she looked deeply into his eyes.

Paul returned his mother's gaze, almost lost in her deep blue eyes.

"And now it's time for your birthday present," Meg licked her lips seductively.

"Come give your mother a birthday kiss," she opened her arms wide.

Paul strode across the kitchen and leaned into his mother and kissed her cheek. She smelled wonderful and her full breasts pressed against his chest. He had never told her how many times that he'd kissed his mother and she had caused him to become erect but Meg knew the effect she had on both her sons.

She closed her arms around his neck and her lips found his, she opened her mouth. Paul had never kissed a woman open-mouthed before and this woman was his mother but it felt so right. It was the woman he loved and adored more than any woman in the world.

Paul tentatively probed his mother's mouth with his tongue. She reciprocated and pressed her body against him, she used her tongue to softly tease him. There was plenty of time to seduce her youngest son and she didn't want to scare him.

"My god you're so hard Paully. You're as big as your father," she gasped in his ear and squeezed him through his jeans.

"My father or my brother?" Paul whispered, feeling his cock press into his mother's belly.

"You know he's both, but I think you should treat him as your father," Meg kissed his nose playfully.

"But you are my son and my sons have special liberties with their mother. Let's say it's a family tradition, she stroked his cock through his jeans and Paul was scared that he was going to cum too soon.

"Want to see your birthday present Paully?" she licked her lips and smiled coyly at him.

"Of course I do mother," Paul said enthusiastically.

Meg disengaged from Paul and took a step back.

Meg took the hem of her dress in her hands and ever so slowly lifted it up her legs. Paul gasped when the coffee-coloured bands at the top of her stockings came into view; the silver clasps of her garters pulled the welts tight against his mother's legs. Then her creamy thighs came into view and finally the V of her white nylon panties. The panties were translucent and not particularly tight, he could see his mother's trimmed bush through them. Dewy pearls of vaginal secretions glistened on her pubis.

There was no doubt that she was aroused, she wasn't play-acting for him.

Paul stepped forward and reached out towards her panties.

"Can I touch them?" he whispered.

"I know you masturbate with my panties Paully; of course you can touch them," Meg smiled at him.

"But you're wearing them," he stated the obvious.

"For your birthday son. I know you like these ones especially because they are always wet with your cum when I pull them from the laundry hamper to wash them," his mother teased.

The scent of mother's cunt drifted up to his nostrils.

"And I love those stockings," he murmured.

"Which you also like to whack off into. Isn't that what teenage boys call it? Whacking off?" she grinned at him mischievously.

"Now that you've seen mine I think you should show me yours," his mother leaned in and nipped his ear.

Paul began to shake when his mother began to unzip his fly. He could hear vague murmuring coming from upstairs but Paul was oblivious to everything except his mother.

"You've seen it before. You used to wash it when I was younger. I can still remember it," Paul sighed.

"But I stopped when you were no longer a boy. Look how long and thick it is now," Meg freed his erection from his jeans, her red fingernails stark against the pale flesh of his phallus.

"Oh god mom; I don't think I can hold back... I'm going to come," Paul moaned.

Meg softly stroked her son's penis, paying no heed to his warning. She felt the meaty appendage throb and quiver in her fingers and suddenly it exploded. Meg placed her mouth on her son's and kissed him passionately as his scalding issue splashed on her wrist and sprayed onto her dress. She didn't mind, she just kissed Paully deeper and held him upright as his knees began to buckle.

The tremendous orgasm that washed over him was the most intense feeling Paul had ever felt. Only that very morning Paul had rubbed his cock on Jessica's swimsuit-covered ass when she was asleep in the sun near the creek and the resulting orgasm had been powerful but nothing as extreme as the pleasure he was feeling at the moment as his mother kissed him and gently stroked his cock as it spattered sperm all over her clothes. The feel of his mother's body, the smell of her perfume, her breasts pressed into his chest, his fingers stroking her stocking-clad thighs amplified the profound feelings of delight.

"I'm sorry mom," Paul whispered when his mother eventually broke the kiss.

"Nonsense son. I did it on purpose so that when you put it inside me for the first time you won't ejaculate too soon," Meg smiled at her son.

Paul looked at his mother. Her lipstick was smeared and she had sperm soaking into her skirt and semen running down one of her stockings. His semen.

Paul's cock was still sticking out of his jeans, upright and rigid.

"Let me help you," Meg unbuckled Paul's jeans and helped him shuck out of them and then pulled off his shirt and helped him get naked.

She ran her fingers over his tanned muscled body.

"Just like your father; even this," she whispered as ran her fingers down his chest, across his firm belly and then gripped his appendage.

She cupped his sac with her other hand and gently squeezed it as she leaned in and kissed him.

Paul rucked up his mother's dress and stroked her thighs, his fingers gently caressing her lustrous stockings. Meg rubbed her son's cock on her silky thigh, knowing that he would be delighted with the sensation of his sensitive cock on her nylon stocking.

"That's lovely mom," Paul breathed into her mouth.

"Well don't make mommy do all the work. Are you going to touch me?" Meg took his hand and placed it between her legs.

It was Paul's first time but he'd been instructed in the anatomy of the female sex organ. This very woman had instructed him and Jessica during their sex education and reproduction lessons. Paul had grown an erection under the kitchen table during the lesson sitting with his mother on one side of him and his sister on the other. Jessica had accidently rubbed her pantyhosed leg against his under the table. At least he presumed it had been an accident. In any even after the lesson he raced away to his room and masturbated into a pair of Jessica's discarded pantyhose.

"There you go," Meg placed her son's fingers into her cleft, only the gauzy nylon of her panties separated her son's fingers from her sex.

Paul could feel that his mother's panties were warm and moist. He could feel the outline of her cleft through the diaphanous fabric. He pushed his fingers into the crevice and opened her pink coral labia and found her clitoris. He gently circled it with his finger.

This time it was his mother's turn to become weak-kneed and Paul kept her upright while his hand was under her dress caressing her juicy cunt through her silky panties, his arm around her waist kept her upright and pressed against him, his tongue invaded her mouth.

His mother squeezed his cock in appreciation. He had only just climaxed but Meg sensed that her son was about to come again soon. She eased herself backward until she felt the edge of the kitchen table in the small of back.

Paul took the hint and lifted his mother so that she was sitting on the table. He stepped back and gazed at her sitting there with her legs wide open, her cum-spattered dress hiked up exposing her translucent white nylon panties loose around her labia, soaked with her juices, her blue eyes glittering with lust, her lipstick smeared like a slattern, her stockings soaked in her son's ejaculate that was still dribbling down towards her high heel.Come and fuck your mother Paully," his mother held her arms out wide.

Paul stepped forward and pulled the gusset of his mother's panties out of the way and thrust himself inside her. He was amazed at the feel of her hot, juicy, slick tunnel which seemed to cling to and caress his throbbing organ as he pushed it inside her.

"Oh God!" his mother cried as she locked her legs around him.

She wrapped her arms around her son and raked his back with her fingernails then she lifted her nylon-sheathed legs and rubbed his flanks with her calves knowing it would drive him wild.

Which is exactly what it did. Paul gripped his mother by the hips and slowly fucked her, his long thick cock coming nearly all the way out of his mother's vagina and then slamming all the back inside her. They rubbed their pubic mounds together to stimulate Meg's clitoris. He didn't want to come too soon but the feel of his mother's body against his, her stocking-sheathed legs rubbing his tender flesh, the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her tight cunt squeezing his organ as he slowly thrust in and out of his mother was overpowering.

Meg recalled the first time that Peter, her eldest son, had fucked her on this very table. This was almost exactly the same: her son's bloated cock stretching her vagina, filling it, and the base of his penis pressing into her delicate cunt lips, his pubis grinding on her clitoris, eliciting rapturous feelings of delight.

"Oh Jesus!" Meg bit Paul's neck and shuddered, locking him against her with her long legs.

Her orgasm washed over her as she felt her son's huge penis throb and judder as he ejaculated inside his mother. Paul groaned and then his lips found hers and they kissed and pawed at each other. Meg could feel Paul's juices running from her quivering cunt, pooling in her panties and then running run down her thighs. Paul could smell his mother's cunt, the scent mingled with her perfume.

Paul held onto his mother as the last of his spend dribbled from his slowly deflating cock.

"Was that nice son? Was it everything you expected it to be?" Meg mussed her son's hair as his cock plopped out of her sodden twat.

"It was amazing mom. I love you so much," now that his lust was sated Paul was a little embarrassed and Meg could sense it.

She pulled him close and held him between her legs with her silken-clad calves.

"Don't worry. You've done nothing wrong. It was delightful. Happy birthday son," Meg leaned up and kissed him.

As she did so she felt his cock suddenly become tumescent again. She had forgotten how soon young men recovered.

"Oh my! Paully! Again? Really?" she gasped as Paul thrust his cock back inside his mother's cum-soaked cunt.

*****

"There you are!" Jessica raced across the room and flung herself at Peter.

Millicent, her mother, was sitting demurely on the bed. She had been waiting for Peter to come upstairs and tell their daughter that he wasn't her uncle; that in fact he was her father. The adults had all agreed that Paul's eighteenth birthday would be the catalyst that caused the children to know the truth; the day when everyone in the Belfour house was of adult age.

Jessica clung to Peter and hugged him. She had matured into a beautiful young woman with most of her mother's better attributes but Peter saw a lot of himself in her as well. She may be living on a farm, but like her mother and her aunt she was always stylishly dressed when she was in the farmhouse. Jessica looked great in her tight stonewashed jeans or leggings, off-one-shoulder t-shirt and a bomber jacket when she was around the farm or riding horses. She looked absolutely stunning in her yellow lycra high-cut bathing suit. But she looked her best when she was dressed like she was today, in the height of eighties fashion.

She was wearing a short black satin and taffeta rah-rah skirt with lace edge trim, a long-sleeve white translucent polyester blouse that openly displayed her ample bosom, black high heels and the sheerest of sheer, flesh-toned pantyhose. Her hair was teased out and her makeup was heavy and colourful, large earrings dangled from her ears and bangles rattled on her thin wrists.

Jessica looked like she would more at home in a nightclub or disco than a farmhouse.

This was Peter's biggest fear. He pretty well knew that Paul would want to stay on the farm. It was a good living and he would get to fuck his mother or his aunt any time the inclination took. It was a teenage boy's dream and Peter well knew the delights that Margaret and Millicent had to offer.

But Jessica was different. He wasn't sure how she was going to react to the news that she was really his daughter. He wasn't sure she would condone the incestuous lifestyle that was practiced on the farm. She would likely be to drawn to the bright lights of the big city like Millie had been at her age, rather than the semi-isolated life on the farm.

Peter gently unfolded Jessica's arms from around him after she had kissed his cheek.

"Uncle Peter, mom has been trying to tell me something that makes no sense at all to me," Jessica whined.

Millie shrugged her shoulders and stood.

"I'll leave you to it Petey," she smiled at him and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Peter sat down in an overstuffed chair across from the big bed and Jessica fell into his lap. She may be a young woman but around Peter she behaved like a precocious little girl, knowing she was his favourite. She snuggled in his lap and nuzzled his cheek with her soft lips.

"What mom said can't be true can it?" Jessica wriggled a little in his lap to get comfortable and Peter became aware that he was becoming erect.

"That Aunt Meg is your mother? Really?" Jessica sounded incredulous.

"I know it's a lot to absorb all at once bunny but Margaret Balfour is actually my mother. William Balfour was my father," Peter said gravely.

Bunny was the pet name he had for Jessica and as she had gotten older she asked him to stop using it but secretly she loved that her uncle used his special name for her.

"Aunt Meg never spoke about William much but I thought he was your grandfather and that Meg was your wife," Jessica said, sounding incredulous.

"No, William was my father. He was a vicious evil man who beat his wife and son and was driving a once prosperous farm into destitution. When he left I took his place. Your mother joined us not long after and we became one big family," Peter explained.

"But Meg is your mother! Oh my god! What about Paully?" Jessica gasped.

"Paul is my son," Peter said levelly.

"And you are my daughter," he continued.

The room was deathly silent and Jessica sat silently in her father's lap.

After a while she spoke.

"I knew that you and mom were having sex and I suspected that Aunty Meg knew about it. You tried your best to keep it a secret but this place might be a big house with lots of rooms but some of the walls are thin," Jessica whispered.

"I even asked Rosa about it but she told me that there some questions are best not asked," Jessica continued.

"I guess now is the time... daddy," Jessica breathed in his ear and Paul's cock gave a little twitch.

"Did you ever talk to Paul about it?" Peter asked.

"We knew that something wasn't quite right: the solitude, the two women sharing your bed, your decree that we stay out of the house between six and seven in the evening," Jessica droned.

"As we got older we knew it was sex. Then as we became older still we became more curious. Paul started stealing panties and nylons and using them to pleasure himself. He never knew it but I'd watch him sometimes through the knot-hole in the wallboards between our bedrooms," she giggled nervously.

"I was impressed by the size of his thing. It made me feel all whoopsy and I had to put my hand down my panties and do that thing that makes me feel good. The thing I do when I ride Shogun fast and sit on his saddle just right," Jessica blushed.

"We spoke about not going into town much and the undercurrent of sex that pervades the house but mostly we just spoke about how lucky we are to have moms who love us and you as our pappy and uncle who loves us both equally. That said, I knew you favoured me and treated me like your own so it's no real surprise I guess to find out that you're my father. I like that. I like that you are my daddy," Jessica kissed his cheek, her lips just touching the corner of his mouth and Pete's cock twitched again.

"I never believed that bullshit about Reggie Ryan coming to visit the farm to claim his conjugal rights because he and mom weren't yet divorced yet. She never spoke about the man she told me was my father except to cuss him. My mom hates Reggie," Jessica's face became cloudy.

"I'm so much happier knowing that you are my daddy," Jessica hugged Peter, putting her head on his shoulder.

"We had to tell you anyway bunny, not least because it's the right thing to do, but also because you were likely to go and try to claim your birthright from Reggie's estate. More importantly I want you to know that you are my daughter and that I love you with all my heart Jess," Peter stroked her hair lovingly.

"And I love you with all my heart too daddy. I always have," Jess kissed him on the mouth; this time lingering a little more than propriety might dictate.

"But you and Paul never..." his voice trailed off.

"We're two mature cousins growing up on a farm on our own so of course we've done some things. When I found out that Paul liked my nylons I'd deliberately-accidently rub my leg against him to tease him. I liked to see that look on his face. I did it repeatedly during one of our sex education lessons until he had to race upstairs and relieve himself and like I said, I've watched him masturbate."

"I'd sit around with my legs open letting him get a peek. I saw you peeking plenty too daddy," Jessica giggled and Peter blushed.

"Just this morning at the creek I pretended to be asleep and I felt Paul rub his thing on my fanny over my swimsuit until he jizzed all over me. That was kinky; super kinky. Kinkier still now that I know he's my brother," she giggled unabashed.

"But if you want to know am I still a virgin then the answer is yes. I promised mom I'd keep my cherry until I was at least eighteen and I have. I have to admit I have been tempted to let Paul take it. Kissing cousins and all, we've done our share of stuff over our clothing and I know he's creamed his jeans more than once when we did it but we both remained true," Jessica sighed.

"I have to admit to you daddy that I always thought it would be you who would take my cherry," Jessica's words took all of the air out of the room.

Jessica looked deeply into Peter's eyes and then she put her lips on his and kissed him. Then she slid her tongue into her father's mouth and Peter gasped.

He'd intended to come upstairs and tell Jessica that she was his daughter and to take her cherry but he thought that she'd be some naïve girl, shocked by the revelation and wanting reassurance that she was loved. That was to be Peter's stratagem to get into her panties but had he been outwitted by his own daughter who had surprised him with her candour and overt sexuality.

Peter had watched Jessica grow into a young woman before his eyes: her pretty face becoming more adult when she was allowed to wear makeup, her long tanned legs enhanced by sheer nylons when she began to wear pantyhose, her breasts pushing against the satin blouses she liked to wear, her Mary Jane's exchanged for stiletto heels, her blonde hair teased out into a big do.

Yes, what Jessica had said was true. He had looked up her skirt every chance he got and he liked it when she sat around in her underwear, not concerned by the presence of her 'uncle' because all of the women of the house did it. But he had promised Millie and Meg that he would wait until she was eighteen until he deflowered her so that she fully understood what was happening and could consent.

It was also agreed that on the same day Meg would take their son's virginity and then Millie would go next. He had no doubt that Paully was downstairs fucking his mother or his aunt right now.

Peter stood up and carried his daughter to the bed and lay her down with her head on the pillows and just stared at her.

Jessica's rah-rah skirt had ridden up high on her thighs and she made no attempt to pull it down. Her legs were glad in gossamer-sheer pantyhose that were almost transparent. Except for the shine on them you would never know that she was wearing hosiery but they had felt wonderful on Peter's calloused fingers when he had carried her to the bed.

Her flimsy blouse was open to her décolletage, her breasts pushing against the satin and lace cups of her black brassiere; she was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling heavily. He followed the hollow of her shoulder up to her swanlike neck, her large earrings dangling from her delicate ears.

Her pretty young face was framed by the tresses of her blonde hair, her eyeshadow: garish purples and mauve; heavy eyeliner and mascara, rouged cheeks and pink lipstick. Her lips were parted slightly; her tongue flicked out and licked her bottom lip.

She said nothing as Peter began to undress. She silently watched him as her father's tanned, muscled body became exposed. She had seen the man she now knew was her father dressed only in his swimming trunks and had admired his firmed muscled thighs and the bulge at the front of his togs. She had put her fingers inside her panties and rubbed herself to climax many a night dreaming of that bulge.

Jessica made to remove her high heels and Peter reached out and held her wrist and shook his head. His fingers felt like they were burning her delicate flesh.

She smiled at him. Her father was going to fuck her while she wore her high heels. She felt her satin panties begin to become moist as her juices flowed in anticipation.

Jessica was not scared. This was her dream come true. She'd often imagined that it was Paul or Peter between her legs whenever she masturbated but it was always Peter that was her favourite; just as she knew that she was his. A momentary flicker of jealousy flashed across her conscious as she thought of her father fucking her mother and her aunt. But she knew that at this moment she was the only girl, no woman, who was on Peter's mind.

Jessica knew that if she decided to stay on the farm that she would have to share Peter with Meg and Millie, but when he dropped his shorts and she saw his magnificent phallus she knew that she could be content to wait her turn. Besides, even though her brother's cock was not quite as big as her father's, it would likely be a good substitute. She would soon find out. But now was the time for Jessica to enjoy her deflowering and she brought her thoughts back to the present just as her father crawled naked onto the bed.

She opened her arms and smiled up at him and her heart skipped as he lay down on top of her.

"I love you bunny," Peter whispered.

"I love you daddy," Jessica whispered in return.

Peter kissed his daughter, at first closed mouthed and then he introduced his tongue. Her inexperience was evident as she slavered at his mouth but Peter found her naiveté exciting. He slowed her down, pressing his lips on hers, stopping her slobbering by pressing his tongue into her mouth and holding it there. Jessica stopped being so aggressive and let her father use the tip of his tongue on hers.

The feel of his daughter's body against his bare flesh was very exciting. Her taffeta skirt tickled his groin, her perky breasts enveloped in the gauzy polyester blouse pressed against his chest and he could feel that her nipples were erect, her legs were spread but he encouraged her to close them a little so he could feel her gossamer nylons on his flesh.

Her mouth tasted young and fresh, of bubblegum and soda pop, her face was lit up with expectation and devotion for her father.

"This is lovely daddy. I can feel your penis pressing on belly. Do you want to put it in me now? I'm ready," she smiled up at him.

"Not yet sweetheart, I want to enjoy this a little more before we do that. Has your mother spoken to you about foreplay?" Peter asked her and stroked her pretty face.

She nodded.

"You want me to touch it?" she looked a little scared but also inquisitive.

"Only if you want to," Peter smiled down at his daughter and then started to kiss her again.

He rolled onto his side so that she had access to his body and he to hers.

She tentatively touched his cock and quickly withdrew her hand when it quivered.

Jessica giggled.

"Is it supposed to do that?" she asked sheepishly.

"It means I like what you are doing," Peter nodded.

"It feels a little slippery," Jessica raised her fingers to her face and studied the silvery fluid spider-webbing between her fingers.

"That is pre-seminal fluid, sometimes called pre-ejaculate or pre-cum. It means that you have made me very excited and that slippery fluid is designed to act as a lubricant and protects my sperm," Peter explained, putting his daughter's hand back on his throbbing phallus.

"I remember mommy telling me about it now. I've seen wet patches on Paul's jeans sometimes when we've been horsing around," Jessica giggled.

Peter liked that his daughter was talking girly; it excited him. It confirmed to him that she was sexually naïve and still a virgin.

"Am I doing it right daddy?" Jessica was slowly stroking her father's penis; gently running her fingers up and down the quivering shaft.

"That's perfect," Peter kissed his daughter a little more passionately this time.

She was learning. She kissed him back, using her tongue to explore his mouth but slowly and sensuously.

Peter unbuttoned another button on Jessica's blouse and then popped her breasts out of the cups of her brassiere. He stroked each of her globes and lapped at them with his tongue. Jessica sighed and when her nipples were as engorged as big red berries he put his mouth on her breasts and suckled and gently nibbled on her nipples, alternating between each tit.

Jessica cradled her father's head as he attended to her breasts. She had momentarily forgotten about teasing her father's cock because what he was doing to her was causing her so much pleasure. She began to simper with lust and her already damp panties became wet. The delicious pleasure radiating from her breasts seemed to be somehow tied to her genitals and her clitoris became engorged in anticipation.

Peter suckled on his daughter's breasts until she was squirming on the bed and whimpering with desire. He kissed her again and held her tight. She rubbed her thigh against his cock accidently and Peter shuddered, having to force himself not to ejaculate because her satiny pantyhose felt so wonderful on his turgid member.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" Jessica's voice was thick with lust.

"Not just yet honey. If I did I would come immediately but I'm going to do something we will both like," Peter smiled down on his daughter as he mounted her.

Jessica obligingly opened her legs for him.

Like her mother had taught her she was wearing her panties over her pantyhose just the way Peter preferred. He liked the aesthetic of colourful satin panties over the panty part of the pantyhose and he liked to feel the slippery crotch of a woman's pantyhose on her cunt. Millie only purchased sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose without the cotton crotch. Meg of course wore only stockings and Peter liked both forms of hosiery. In his opinion women should only be barelegged if they were going for a swim or taking bath; both Meg and Millie wore their nylons to bed for him.

Peter nestled his cock in the gusset of his daughter's black satin panties and was not really surprised to find they were damp. He put a finger down there and bought it to his lips and tasted her nectar. It was fresh and flowery unlike the musky taste of Meg and Millie. Jessica was still young and deflowered, her juices were ambrosiac.Do I taste ok daddy?" Jessica asked, a little nervously.

"You taste wonderful my darling. Here, see for yourself," Peter put his lips to his daughter's mouth and Jessica tasted her own cuntal juices on her father's tongue.

"Ok. Here we go, just for a little bit," Peter grunted and began to rub his cock on his daughter's panties.

He could feel the shape of Jessica's vulva through the layers of satin and lycra-nylon. Jessica shuddered and instinctively locked her legs around her father's torso.

"Oh that's so nice daddy; it feels like when I ride Shogun only better," Jessica sighed.

She rained kisses all over her father's face and then crushed her lips against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She began to raise her buttocks up off the bed and gyrate her hips as Peter rubbed his cock on her sex.

"Put it in me daddy; I want to feel it inside me," she gasped.

"Not yet honey, be patient," Peter whispered barely able to stop himself from ripping open her pantyhose and fucking his daughter hard and fast.

He didn't want it to be that way. He wanted her to enjoy every second of her deflowering and he wanted to make it memorable.

They continued to kiss and grind away at each other, Peter almost having to hold Jessica down on the bed because she kept trying to manoeuvre his cock so that it would enter her. Peter knew that he would ejaculate as soon as he entered his daughter unless he made himself less sensitive and he knew how to do that so that both he and Jessica would be satisfied.

He hooked a finger under the gusset of Jessica's panties and slipped his cock inside them so that his hard throbbing phallus was pressing against her vulva, only the sheerest of sheer pantyhose between his cock and her vagina. Her pantyhose were sopping wet and he could smell her juices. Jessica was going wild underneath him, holding him tight with her pantyhosed legs, her heels scraping his flanks; she bit his lip and nipped at his earlobe. She was simpering and whimpering and close to climax.

Peter expertly pressed his cock into her vulva, parting her labia and pressing his glans on her clitoris.

Jessica screamed so loud that she nearly deafened her father.

Downstairs Paul had his aunt bent over the couch and was taking her from behind, thrusting his cock in and out of her tight twat, enjoying the feel of her pantyhosed ass against his pubis. Both he and Millie smiled when they heard Jessica cry out. They knew what was happening; as did Meg who was sitting on the porch drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, her cunt sore from her son's repeated fucking. She was amazed that Paul was able to raise another hardon to fuck his aunt, but he was his father's son and Millie had insisted that he do his duty to her.

Jessica felt her father's cock quiver as he drove her down into the bed and held her there as he gasped and shuddered on top of her. She held him against her with her arms and her legs and drove her tongue into his mouth as she felt his scalding semen soak through her pantyhose and saturate her cunt. She came like a freight train, her orgasm radiating out from deep in her vagina then spreading through her body.

Jessica's squeals and cries were smothered by her father's mouth as he kissed her passionately and thrust his cock against her vulva. She felt his cock quiver and shudder and she smelt the musty scent of semen. Her orgasm plateaued and a wonderful sensation of satisfaction and delectation overcame her.

"That was amazing daddy," Jessica rubbed her father's back and held him tight with her coltish legs.

"Yes it was Jessica, it was wonderful," Peter kissed the tip of her nose and smiled down lovingly at his daughter.

Jessica was aware that her father was still fully erect, his cock still pressed against her vulva. She knew that men usually became flaccid after they ejaculated; she had witnessed as much when she watched her brother masturbate with her intimates through the knothole.

But her father's cock was like an iron bar pressed against her sex.

"Ok Jessica; it's time," Peter looked lovingly into his daughter's eyes.

Jessica nodded at him almost imperceptivity. She was still tingling all over from her orgasm but she was more than ready to be deflowered. She gazed up at him with her pretty eyes. She looked focussed and intense, ready for what was to come.

She gasped when her father pushed his cock into her pantyhose gusset and the flimsy fabric tore open allowing the head of her father's penis to nestle in the folds of her labia right at the entrance to her vagina. She kept her eyes locked on his and nodded again.

"Fuck me daddy. Take my cherry. Make me a woman," she whispered, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

There is misconception that the hymen is some kind barrier deep inside the vagina that a man must rip open during a woman's first penetrative sex. It is in fact a thin piece of tissue that surrounds or partially covers the external vaginal opening and in Jessica's case had been partly torn a number of times whilst riding her horse Shogun. Jessica had seen the spotting in her panties after riding her horse but had told no one.

When Peter pushed the head of his cock inside his daughter he felt only slight resistance. Jessica hissed at the pain. It was like a paper-wasp sting: sharp and fleeting with no residual soreness.

"Are you ok darling?" Peter looked down on his beautiful daughter.

He had seen her screw her eyes shut briefly and wince with pain but now her eyes were wide open again and she looked up lovingly at her father, the tip of his penis just inside her tight vagina.

Millie had told Peter to go easy with Jessica and not to hurt her. In fact had she threatened him with all sorts of reprisals if he hurt her daughter during her first coitus and Peter was determined not to do so.

"I'm fine daddy. I want you in me. I want you in me all the way," she rocked her hips a little and squeezed him with her silken-sheathed legs, encouraging him to go on.

Peter slid another inch of his engorged member inside his daughter's tight, juicy vagina. It was heavenly. Her young virgin cunt gripped his throbbing organ like a silken glove and Peter tried his hardest not to come again.

"Do it daddy," Jessica whined like a spoiled schoolgirl.

She could feel her father's penis stretching her labia wide open, filling the entrance to her cunt. The feel of his hard flesh on the sensitive nerves at the entrance to her vagina was a new and delicious feeling but she wanted to feel him all the way inside her and her clitoris was aching and needed stimulation that would only be achieved if her daddy pushed his pubis into her groin. She could use her finger on it but that would spoil the moment. She wanted daddy to do it!

"Ok my little bunny; here we go," Peter lowered his lips to Jessica's mouth and kissed her. He held her down on the bed and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

As he did so he slipped the remainder of his manhood inside her cinched velvet tunnel. Jessica moaned around the kiss and grabbed hold of her father's ass and pushed up hard so that every part of his manhood filled her pussy. She rubbed her pantyhosed legs on his flanks to encourage him and lifted her crotch up to meet him and wriggled her groin so that his pubis ground against her pudenda. Her clitoris sizzled with delicious pleasure and her cunt released copious rings of delectation such that she thought she might pass out with the delight of it all.

The feel of her father's monstrous cock filling her tight virginal vagina and his groin pressing on her tender clitoris was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. She broke the kiss and whispered in her father's ear.

"Now fuck me daddy... I love you," she rose up to meet him as Peter began to slowly fuck his daughter.

Her taunt cunt gripped his cock so tight that it felt like he was being milked by a silken-clad hand. His daughter tasted fresh and sweet as they kissed passionately, her breasts felt pillowy and he could feel her hard nipples on his chest, her perfume was flowery and cloying, and her silken-sheathed limbs were like angels wings fluttering on his tender flesh.

They fucked slowly and passionately for what seemed like an eternity but was actually only for a few minutes. Father and daughter were experiencing sensory overload in a constant state of extremis, a hair trigger away from orgasm.

Suddenly Jessica began to convulse and shake and for a second Peter thought his daughter was having a fit but then he realised that she was coming. And coming she was. Like an out of control freight train her orgasm rushed up on Jessica and astonished her with its intensity. Waves of delicious, indescribable pleasure washed over her. She scratched her pink-painted fingernails across her father's back, raked his flanks with her heels, she squeezed him tight and held him close with her silken-hosed thighs and bit his lip as the intense climax wracked her body.

She screamed with the joy of it and downstairs her mother stifled a similar scream as Paul filled Millie with his scalding issue and she came right along with her daughter. On the porch Meg had her hand inside her panties and was slowly circling her clitoris with a fingertip and she smirked when she heard her niece cry out in ecstasy. She knew that it was her son Peter that had caused it.

Peter felt his daughter's vagina clamp onto his swollen rod and he ejaculated deep inside her. He came so hard that he bit her shoulder to stifle his cries. His penis was an engorged appendage of sensory delight that was emitting rings of such divine sexual energy that he thought he might faint.

He drove Jessica down into the bed and jackhammered his cock in and out of her tight sheath as she writhed and moaned beneath him. He believed her sobs were cries of desire and passion but it didn't matter if they weren't. He just wanted to fuck this young sweet girl until his cock was raw.

Jessica's cries were in fact howls of delight and when their climaxes peaked, they slowly came down together, softly kissing and stroking each other, uttering words of love and devotion as Peter's spend dribbled from his daughter's tight vagina.

Millions of Peter's sperm swam up from Jessica's vagina, through her cervix and uterus with only one objective: to meet the egg in Jessica's fallopian tube. It took only one of Peter's sperm to fertilize his daughter's egg, creating the ova that would become Peter's second son.

Peter and Jessica lay in each other's arms, caressing and kissing each other.

"That was wonderful daddy. That was the most amazing experience of my life," Jessica nuzzled her face in the hollow of her father's neck.

"For me too bunny. It was the most amazing experience of my life also," Peter kissed the tip of her nose.

"What about with Aunty Meg and my mom?" Jessica teased him and smiled seductively.

"You're the best honey but let's keep that our secret. I don't want my women becoming jealous," Peter smiled down on her, once again marvelling at her pretty face.

"Where are you going," Peter asked; a little perturbed that she was getting up from beside him.

"This time I'm going to ride that big old thing and make sure that you know for sure that I'm the best," Jessica smiled conspiratorially and little lecherously as she crouched over her father and slowly lowered herself onto his rampant phallus.

Peter had only a fleeting second to wonder what sexual sorcery he had unleashed from the succubus sliding her cunt onto his throbbing appendage before he became lost in the carnal delights of his daughter's debauchery. He held his daughter's hips as she rode him, just like she rode her horse Shogun.

Down in the kitchen, Paul, Meg and Millie were sitting at the kitchen table when they heard the bedsprings begin to creak again. They looked at each other and smiled.

The End