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"Okay, well," Jeff said. "Now get down on your elbows as well."

Mary followed his instruction, wondering how much longer this was going to go on. Perhaps her only real hope was that he would get so aroused, so horny, that he would excuse her so that he could take care of himself. As he stepped back to give her more room she got down on her hands and elbows, raising up her bottom, not even waiting for this instruction as it was rather obvious that it would be coming.

This was another rather obscene position and an even more openly lascivious one, as she was presenting her butt and cunnie up in the air, sticking them up as if she wanted her master, her brother, to take her like an animal in heat.

The warmth, heat, and moisture within her loins continued to rise. There is something about posing for a guy that is fun for most any girl. Many girls do like to feel pretty and sexy. Mary, Sara, Gloria, and Patsy had criticized and admonished those girls who were cheerleaders, dancing and prancing for guys. She would never do that herself, she would say. She and her friends would even make fun of them, commenting on how stupid and dumb they must be. Yet, she knew she would enjoy being a cheerleader, having guys admire her, desire her.

This was, of course, her brother she was posing for. It was not a boyfriend. She hadn't in fact ever done anything like this even for a boyfriend. She would at times sort of pose, pausing as she undressed before him, letting him briefly admire her beauty, her prettiness, her sexiness as she slowly removed her clothes. But, she had never explicitly posed in various erotic, sexy, or obscene positions. Well, actually, that wasn't true, she had been in this position a number of times before, her bottom upraised for her man to take her from behind. It's just that she hadn't simply done this as a form of foreplay, as if she was being a sexy model for him. She could now appreciate its value, its fun, its naughtiness. She felt an impulse to wag her bottom at her brother, but she suppressed it. She wasn't so sure that she wanted him to know that she was in fact beginning to enjoy this, at least somewhat.

Jeff at first just admired the view from his current perspective, standing in front of Mary. She looked like a submissive slave, supplicating herself before him, bowing down her head and raising up her bottom. He was the master, the king, the sultan with his harem slave. This might not be what his parents meant by playing with his sister, but it was pretty darned fun.

Plus, his current vantage point had its own unique pleasures. The view from behind a girl when she is on elbows and knees is the preferred perspective, for rather obvious reasons, but the view from the front has its own special appeal. One gets to see her face, smiling at you as she is presenting herself, bottom up. Of course, Mary wasn't smiling, but she was also no longer scowling. She just seemed to have this expectant, agitated expression, which Jeff couldn't entirely or clearly interpret.

And, the sight of her bottom rising up behind her face is really quite fetching. It looked rather gloriously impressive from this angle, as her smooth, white back provided a long, rising ascent to the two proudly standing twin hillocks, split down the middle by the sharply shiny smoothly dipping crevice.

He did not, however, tarry long. The invitation that Mary's upraised bottom was providing was just too difficult to resist. He strolled around to obtain the more traditional understanding and appreciation of the female form.

He instantly reached for his stiff dick once he arrived, as the vision was spectacular. There before his eyes was the risen and open moon of his younger sister. She had such a wonderfully petite and perky fanny that was now so stretched, so full, and so round. Plus, the crack was even split open enough that he could see down into her very private and personal valley, where her little red rosebud was carefully tucked away, yet now clearly open for inspection. And, of course, beneath that was the even more wondrously appealing lily white mound, poking out from between her equally white thighs like a soft fleshy pie. He felt he could even detect some moisture on his sister's slit.

"Spread your legs out a bit," he quietly instructed.

Feelings of embarrassment and shame again emerged and Mary covered her face with her hands, but did as she was told. It was bad enough that he was able to see so much, that she was presenting herself to him like this, like a doe in heat for her buck, but she could no longer see his face, see what he was doing, and she knew that he was probably seeing and doing quite a bit. Actually, perhaps it was best she didn't know.

Jeff was indeed feeling and stroking his cock through his slacks as he stepped in between Mary's legs to get a closer look. He seriously contemplated removing his cock from his slacks to jerk off behind her. She wouldn't be able to see him do it. He could instruct her not to look back, and wouldn't it be a nice surprise for her to suddenly feel his warm, wet cum raining down upon her bottom?

But, he didn't want to take this too far. He didn't want to take advantage of his sister, or anything like that. And, of course, he could perhaps get into trouble for that. It would probably be a violation of The Program rules and his parents might get upset about that.

But, as he bent over to look more closely at Mary's wrinkled brown butt hole and her young, moist feminine crevice, it was just so very, very tempting. He felt he could even detect an aroma of her arousal, her girlish scent, drifting up into his nostrils.

Well, he could do at least one thing more. "Okay, okay," he said, as he stood back up straight, "One last thing, Mary. I want you to get up onto the bed, lie down, and diddle yourself for me."

Mary removed her hands from her face and looked back at him in shock. "What?!"

Jeff removed his hand from his cock, albeit too late for Mary not to see what he had been doing. "You heard me. I want you to lie down on the bed and diddle yourself. I won't touch you. I'll just sit at the end of the bed and watch."

"You must be joking."

"Oh no, no, I don't think I'm doing that."

"There's no way."

"Hey, you made me do it, and I even had to do it in front of your friends."

Well, that was actually a very good point. Apparently what goes around comes around, and Mary knew that when she got her next chance with Jeff she would seek something even better from him. She slowly got up from the floor and crawled onto the bed, Jeff's eyes watching every move very closely, following every curve, every wiggle, every revealingly flirtatious pose and peek.

Mary laid back on the bed as Jeff had done the other day, her head on a pillow.

Jeff got onto the bed as well, but sat at the foot, cross-legged. It was probably the best seat in the house for the show that was about to begin.

Mary couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this, masturbate in front of her brother. "You're not going to tell any of your friends about this," she appealed.

Jeff smiled at her, through her parted legs, her pussy deliciously split open. "I won't. I promise."

"You better not," she warned, although not entirely sure she had anything to threaten him with.

"We're kind of both in the same boat, you know," he reminded her.

That was a good point. He would most certainly be just about as embarrassed as her if she told his friends some of what she saw the other night. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the fact that he was sitting right in front of her. But, first, she opened them long enough to add, "I don't call it diddling, you know." She wanted to make sure he at least knew that. She called it "tweaking," but if you asked her why she wouldn't be able to provide an explanation. She wasn't about to tell Jeff her word for it anyway. She closed her eyes again.

Jeff didn't respond. It didn't seem to really matter what precisely she called it. His heart rate accelerated as he watched her bring her hand down to her pussy to softly press her fingers against her clit, and then slowly slid them up and down.

As a boy he had tried a few times to peek into Mary's room. He had also considered hiding in her closet, and even considered getting into a crawl space above her room and drilling a small hole through her ceiling. None of these plans though were at all feasible and he abandoned them with some frustration. Well, no need to surreptitiously peek any longer, as Mary was providing him a front row seat. Jeff took hold of his cock through his slacks and gave himself a squeeze as the show began.

Mary thought that this was so darned weird, spreading open her thighs so that her brother could watch her tweak herself, and perhaps even weirder that she was in fact complying. But, she did really have to do it, she felt, and the sooner she got it over with, the better. She reached for her breast with her left hand, softly caressing and squeezing it, while she caressed and fondled her cleft with the fingers of her right.

Jeff sat mesmerized at the sight of Mary sliding her fingers gently up and down her slit, stopping each time at the top to softly massage her clit in little circular motions. He wondered if all girls masturbated like his sister was doing. But, how would you know? It's not like anyone had ever studied this, have they? Certainly guys didn't all masturbate the same way, did they?

It was an awkward start for Mary. She just couldn't get it out of her mind that her older brother was watching her, and more like ogling with a big hard erection. It did help that she had already become somewhat aroused, a bit moist, at her exhibitionistic posing. It was simply a matter of trying to block out from her mind that he was there, to think of something else, to think of being alone or in front of someone else and just give in to the feelings of her fingers sliding up and down her slit, her other hand softly fondling and squeezing her breast, caressing and pinching her nipple.

Jeff could see that Mary was gradually building up moisture within the crease of her slit, and then using it to lubricate her clit, to help her fingers massage and stimulate her stiff button, slowing building up the speed and pressure with which she massaged it, worked it, each time going back down her slit to gather more moisture.

Her breathing was also in concert with the slowly progressing speed and rising moisture, the rising and falling of her breasts gradually accelerating, the ratio of squeezing to caressing her breasts building, with even occasional pinching and tweaking of her nipple.

Mary's hips even began to squirm a bit, her pelvis instinctively shifting and lurching as her fingering became more earnest, more rapid. With time she spent more and more time at her clit, rubbing and grinding her fingers against her clit in more rapid and frenetic motions, and when returning downward along her slit even spending some time sliding a finger up into her cunt, pushing a finger, eventually even two, into her cunt, gasping and sighing as she did so.

Mary had not forgotten that Jeff was there. In fact, on the contrary, the longer and longer she did this the more erotic it became that her brother was there. Perhaps it was simply because she was tweaking herself, but eventually she lost track whether it was the chicken or the egg, whether she was finding the fact that she was being so closely watched by her brother as she tweaked herself making her excited, or whether it was because she was so aroused that she was now enjoying that she was being so closely watched by her brother. Frankly, it was probably a bit of both, or at least the facts that she was masturbating and that she was being so closely watched by Jeff were interacting with one another, feeding off one another, synergistically driving her to a higher and higher level of excitement.

She began to softly whimper and moan. Now she would probably be willing to do just about anything, and even with him, or perhaps especially with Jeff. Her sighing, her moaning became louder and louder with her rising lust and passion.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, as she ground her fingers around and around on her clit, then suddenly rapidly flickering her clit like she was trying to start a fire. "Ooooooh," she whimpered as she pinched her nipple hard.

She peeked out through partially opened eyes at her brother, who was staring at her, mesmerized by the sight, his hand openly stroking his hard cock through his slacks. She left her clit to drive three fingers up into her cunt, making a sloppy slurping noise as she forcefully shoved her fingers up inside, thrusting her cunt up in the air to meet her fingers driving down.

She opened her eyes all the way. "Take it out," she gasped, as she withdrew her fingers, soaked with her fluids, and returned them to her swollen and yearning clit.

"What?"

"Take it out, Jeffy," she repeated. She used to call him Jeffy when she was much younger, when she adored him as her older brother. "Let me see it," she quietly added.

She didn't have to ask a third time. He quickly unzipped his pants, reached in, and extracted his stiff cock, this time quite happily and proudly displaying it for his younger sister.

Mary smiled and again screwed three fingers up into her cunt. "It is really big, Jeffy" she said, now openly acknowledging what her friends had observed the other day.

"Thanks," Jeff quietly replied, squeezing his shaft with his thumb and fingers as he had previously demonstrated was his preference, sliding his foreskin on and off the swollen, shiny, moist purple bulb. "You're so fucking hot, Mary," he added.

It wasn't the sweetest compliment she had gotten from her brother but she still blushed anyway. She spread her legs out even farther, opening her cunt up even further. "Get up closer," she suggested, "in between."

Jeff got up onto his knees and moved up closer to her, up to her hot quivering cunt, continuing to stroke his cock, aiming it toward her, toward it. He kneeled above her, his cock just short of her throbbing cunt.

"Oh Jeff," Mary gasped. "Use your fist on it. I want to see you do it with your fist."

It wasn't the usual way he jerked off, but he could manage the compromise. Her sister wasn't asking an awful lot of him. He gripped the shaft fully within his fist, wrapping all of his fingers and thumb around it, and then rapidly pumped his cock like he was trying to extract white liquid gold.

"That's it, that's it," Mary sighed, so much enjoying the sight of her brother so obscenely jerking himself off for her, as she tweaked herself for him. "Do you? Do you?" she asked, "Do you like how I'm diddling myself?"

It was a nice gesture on her part to call it that, for him. And, frankly, she could diddle herself in any way she wanted and he would still like it, and like it a lot.

She took her left hand away from her heaving breast to bring its fingers to her clit, so she could have one set of fingers devoted to frenetically, furiously working, rubbing, massaging, and grinding her clit, while the other fingers, now three of them, were driving in and out of her intensely heated, swollen, and sloppy cunt.

Beyond their mutual gasping and groaning the room was also filled with the noises made by the wet friction of fingers on cock and in cunt, slurping and slushing sounds that were really quite obscene, but neither brother nor sister was at the moment self-conscious about them. They were both so intensely on fire that the noises they were making were only further stoking their flames.

"Oh yea, Mary, yea, I'm, I'm, I'm going to..." He hesitated to say it, but he couldn't hesitate for long. "Cum."

"Oh yes, yes, me too," she gasped. "Oh shit, Jeffy," Mary exclaimed, suddenly feeling herself overtaken by her orgasm. She thrust up her pelvis as if she wanted her brother to drive his cock down inside.

Jeff would have been more than receptive to such a suggestion but he was himself swept away by his own climax and so if that was the intention, the meaning, of her inviting gesture it was a moment too late. Jeff bent forward, grasped more tightly on his cock, and felt it twitch and jolt within his hand as a glob of cum squeezed through and shot forth, sailing well up Mary's body to land on that boob that moments ago she had been squeezing and pinching.

"Oh my!" Mary exclaimed when she saw and felt the wet wad of cum splat against her breast. She gasped with pleasure and her breasts panted and heaved with desire as she felt the inside of her body coursing with the tides of her orgasm and the outside of her body pelted with the rain of her brother's splattering, spraying sperm.

The sight, and feel, were of no less pleasure to Jeff. He had cum on a girl's body before. Heck, just recently he squirted a little bit on Sara's face. But, there was truly something special about unloading your stuff onto your younger sister's body. That was certainly a unique experience, and a truly delightful one.

He would have liked to have gotten it onto her face, but he was concerned that she might not appreciate that. And, besides, Mary seemed to be asking him to squirt it onto her cunt, the way she was thrusting her quivering pussy up at him. He had at least got one splat onto her breast, and he willingly, comfortably settled for the remaining spurts to hit her tummy and cunnie. Mary's fingers were still pinching, squeezing, and plunging her cunt as Jeff aimed his blasting dick there, so a good portion of his gism landed on her fingers, but he still got a pretty good amount on target.

Mary withdrew her fingers and fell back against the bed as the last few splats of cum hit her cunnie, the warm wet rain helping to douse the quivering, trembling heat of her cunt. She felt so good, so satisfied, so wonderful. Maybe her brother isn't such a dork after all.

A girl is perhaps her prettiest, or at least her sexiest, when her body is splattered with cum, and that was certainly true for Mary. Jeff smiled as he looked down upon his sister, his tired dick beginning to slacken in his hand. "Thanks, Mary," he quietly said.

"That was pretty cool."

She looked up at him, her face red with exhaustion and bliss. She smiled sweetly at him and responded, "Thank you."

She knew that she probably looked like quite a mess. She brought the fingers of her left hand up to her face to inspect the damage. There was sticky, sloppy cum adhering to and dripping down her fingers, hanging in between them like thick strands of a spider's web. She brought her fingers to her mouth to clean them off.

Mary had tasted her brother's cum the last time, when he squirted all over the Oreo cookies. But, she hadn't taken a cookie with a very large amount, and she had in fact subsequently denied that it contained any of her brother's icing. This time was different. This time she smiled lovingly up at her brother as she tasted his manliness, and smiled fondly at his tangy flavor and fruity aroma.

"Mary!"

"Daddy?" Their father was calling out for her from the bottom of the stairs.

Mary and Jeff both looked shocked and frightened. Mary was eighteen. Jeff was twenty. They were no longer children. They could do what they wanted, and perhaps what they had just done would be entirely fine with their father, but perhaps not. It certainly wasn't his explicit suggestion for them to masturbate in front of each other, and most parents would probably raise some concerns about this. They felt like two kids getting caught playing doctor or something.

Jeff quickly leaped off the bed, as did Mary right after him, grabbing one of the blankets to clean herself off. "Just a minute, daddy!" she yelled to her father.

"Your favorite show, Charmed, is on, honey. You want to come down and watch?"

She never did miss an episode of Charmed and if she did so now her father would be terribly, terribly suspicious. "Coming daddy!"

She and Jeff smiled at each other at that response. Jeff felt that he should probably help clean off his sister. If it had been a girlfriend he would certainly have done so. But, now that he had cum, the doubts and insecurities leaked back into his mind. Was it wrong to help clean cum off your sister? Certainly if it was your own cum it wouldn't be, or shouldn't be, but then perhaps he really shouldn't have squirted it there in the first place.

When Mary felt she was all cleaned off she grabbed her purse and turned to leave, but Jeff stopped her.

"Wait," he said and, with some ambivalence and awkwardness, wiped a glob that was hanging off the bottom of her left tit. She hadn't seen that one.

Mary found it a bit awkward for Jeff to be touching her there, wiping off some cum from there. But, it was obviously quite helpful, and considerate. She gave him a little peck on the cheek in appreciation and dashed from the room.

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Mr. Anderson felt it was good that his daughter and son were apparently bonding together. He had to admit that The Program was really quite impressive in how it was bringing the family closer together. There was simply no way her daughter would have spent that much time in her brother's room last week, and she certainly would have been out well in time to watch Charmed. But, Mr. Anderson did want to spend some quality time himself with his daughter. He didn't want her to spend it entirely with her brother.

As Mary scampered down the stairs toward her father her titties were wiggling, bobbling, and jiggling in so many different ways and directions. Running down the stairs will do that to a girl's titties, and especially so when she is naked.

As her father watched her daughter's boobies so vigorously dancing he was reminded of another reason he wanted to spend some time with her, but then looked away, feeling a bit guilty about that.

As they proceeded down the hallway to the family room Mr. Anderson felt increasingly awkward. He would sometimes put his arm around his daughter's shoulders and he felt a very strong impulse to do so now, but also realized that this might just make her feel awkward, being herself naked. Frankly, he really hadn't been putting his arm around the shoulders of his daughter for sometime now, and perhaps the only reason that this desire had returned was the fact that she was naked. He looked forward to getting to the family room and ending this rather uncomfortable moment.

Mary wondered if her father could detect the aroma of Jeff's cum. She felt that she had cleaned herself off pretty darned good, but the effort had been rushed and Jeff had detected a missed spot just before she left. Perhaps there were others? Plus, you probably do need to take a shower or something to really be certain. She reached into her purse for her compact mirror. She did at least want to fix up her hair as best she could. Imagine if there was a splat of cum there! There didn't appear to be, as best she could see, but it was a bit tousled. She did her best to straighten it up. She even dabbed her face with some make-up powder, as she did look a bit flushed. She then had an inspiration. She reached into her purse for her perfume and gave herself a little spritz. That would effectively hide any aroma of boy.

As they arrived at the family room Mr. Anderson noticed her daughter giving herself a brief spray of perfume. That was odd. Very pleasant, though. There is really nothing more pleasant to the nose than fresh perfume. But, he normally would only notice her doing that right before she left on date. Certainly not right before watching television with him. It was difficult to ignore the implications of such a gesture, particularly when she's naked. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as his nostrils breathed in deeply her lovely scent. He did though keep his eyes averted from her wiggling boobs as they entered the family room.

Mary asked, "Where's mother?" It should not have been surprising that she wasn't there. Mrs. Anderson didn't really like Charmed. She was probably in her sewing room, darning socks or something. Her mother was so old-fashioned.

"Mother's in her sewing room, darning some socks, I suppose," her father replied.

Mary took her usual seat on the couch, facing the television. Father's usual seat was a nice, big easy chair, a bit askew to the television, allowing him to view it, if he wished, plus an angle somewhat toward the couch, facilitating any conversation he might want to have with the kids, which they rarely entertained though when they were watching television. The angle was now particularly beneficial, as it allowed him to easily see, and enjoy, his daughter's naked body while pretending to watch television.

They did so for awhile; that is, pretend to be watching television. Mr. Anderson was struck by how his daughter's ripe young body seemed to glow in the light cast off from the TV. It was like she was on a movie screen herself, her body being splashed and dazzled with various lighting effects. He crossed his legs and surreptitiously adjusted his erection into a more comfortable position.

Mary also wasn't paying that much attention to the show. She had already seen this episode. Plus, she could feel her father's eyes scanning and ogling her body. It wasn't hard to notice. Don't guys realize that it's really quite easy to tell where they're looking? Growing up she had noticed her father noticing the growth of her breasts. That had been uncomfortable enough. It was tenfold more awkward with them being entirely naked and exposed.

She wanted so much to cover them up. It was like when you are worried about having an itch because you know you won't be able to scratch it, but then because you are worried about it you do get an itch and it's like ten times worse than normal, and keeps getting worse because your mind is so focused on it while desperately trying to ignore it. Well, her titties felt that way. They just seemed to be itching and tingling under the glow of the light from the television, and the lustful eyes of her father.

The silence in the room was really quite deafening, at least their silence. She had to break this awkward spell. "You know, daddy, I think Susie has fake tits."

Well, that did not reduce her father's self-consciousness. He quickly looked away, concentrating on the TV, but then noticing there as well the perky boobs of the show's character, Phoebe. Phoebe did really have awfully nice tits.

"Daddy?" Mary prompted him again. She knew that he knew that Susie had fake boobs. He had to know. Susie was another one of her friends and everyone had noticed that her breasts just suddenly became bigger, and Mary had noticed as well her father checking them out.

Mr. Anderson wasn't too sure what to say. Susie's breasts were rather nice to look at, but you hardly wanted to admit that to your daughter. Yet, he was quite uncomfortable lying to his daughter. "Susie is a very pretty girl," he admitted.

"You like her boobs, don't you, daddy," Mary teased. She would not normally tease her father this way, but she recalled how earlier, at least for a moment, she had managed to place her father on the defensive.

Mr. Anderson's face went red. He did indeed like them, but his daughter had not let him finish his thought. "Mary, the beauty of a woman is far deeper than the size of her breasts."

Mary scowled. That was such a cliche for a father to say. But, what do you say in response? "They don't have to be a lot bigger, daddy," speaking in reference to her own interest in getting a breast enlargement.

Alex was really finding this conversation to be quite uncomfortable. It would be uncomfortable even if his daughter's boobs were not exposed. It was certainly far worse when the focus of the conversation was pointing right at him, in all their jiggly, perky glory. "Mary," he said in his most stern and authoritative voice. "I am not going to speak about this further. There will be no more discussion. If you bring it up again.." He stopped. He wasn't too sure what his threat should be.

"What, daddy?" Mary asked, pushing forth despite his threat. It was clear to her that she, once again, had him on the defensive. One would think that being naked with an older man would put you on the defensive, but apparently not when it's your father. She suggested, softly, "Will you....spank me?"

Mr. Anderson felt his erect cock lurch in his slacks. He hadn't spanked Mary for many, many years. Doing so at her age now would be quite inappropriate, and especially so on the bare bum. Yet, the thought was really quite enticing, imagining that perky little tush bouncing and wiggling on his lap.

Mary could see that her father's willpower was weakening, his defenses crumbling. It was time to press her advantage. "Daddy," she said, getting up from the couch and strolling over to him. "I'm cold."

"What?" He briefly turned to look at her.

"Look daddy, I have goose pimples all over me, even on my boobies."

Standing next to his chair his daughter's shaved feminine crevice was pretty much at eye level, and only inches away. He was reminded of how pretty and fetching it was: so sweet, so adorable, such an innocent, delicate cleft.

But, he did tear his eyes away, becoming rather self-conscious at being caught ogling his daughter's feminine sit. And, when his eyes reached her boobies, he could see that she did indeed have goose bumps, comparable to the sweat forming on his brow. He thought they looked kind of cute, like she had freckles or something but, as her father, he was sympathetic to her plight. He wouldn't want her to catch a chill. But, according to The Program she was not allowed to curl up in a blanket, something she did often do while watching television. The family room was a bit drafty. "Um, yes, well, I could turn the heat up." Frankly, he really should have done that already.

"Oh no, daddy, don't do that," Mary implored. "It will be too warm for mother, and Jeffrey."

That was a fair point.

"Here," she said, crawling into his lap, "let me snuggle up here with you."

"Oh, geeez, I don't know," Mr. Anderson protested, but rather feebly so.

And, in any case, Mary wasn't giving him any opportunity to object as she simply got right into his lap, her knees drawn up, her head nestled into his chest. She slipped her right arm behind him to squeeze herself in close.

"That's much better," she said, and sighed deeply with satisfaction, her breasts momentarily rising up so very full, as if she had pumped them up with air, which she had in fact done.

As a young girl Mary had many times cuddled with her father like this. It was another expression of affection that had gone by the wayside, for obvious reasons, and a reason that was sorely magnified with her now being butt naked. But, Mr. Anderson could hardly deny Mary this relief from the cold, drafty family room. She was his daughter, after all. And, what message would you be giving your daughter if you literally pushed her off your lap? He did not, though, embrace her as he normally would have done. That just didn't seem right, and so he kept his hands, his arms, away from her, hanging them awkwardly over the sides of his chair.

It did look a bit funny. He was reminded of the time he visited the Reeds and their pet cat jumped into his lap. He really didn't like cats and was a bit allergic to them. But, he didn't want to offend his neighbors by shoving the cat off. So he tried to literally keep at arms length of the cat as it was curling up for a nap in his lap.

Mary could not fully snuggle as well as she did when she was much younger, but she was still a very petite girl. She did manage to get her toes in between his legs, close to his knees. That was always nice for keeping them warm. "Isn't this nice, daddy?"

"Uh, yes," he said, glancing back over to his left at the entrance to the hallway, wondering what Donna would say if she came in, and so much hoping that she wouldn't. He was reminded of why it was probably not appropriate to have Mary snuggle in his lap like she used to. His cock was rock hard. Fortunately it was poking off to the right and she was not making direct contact with it.

"Daddy," Mary asked softly, her eyes on her father's erection as she spoke quietly, "wouldn't you want my bubbies to be as big as mummy's?" It seemed a bit odd, a bit disconcerting, to say the least, to be seeing her father's hard-on, but it was the reaction that she had been hoping for. It was the reaction she needed to get what she wanted.

Mr. Anderson sighed deeply. He was sorely tempted to give that cute little white bottom of Mary's a big slap, for a couple of reasons. She not only deserved it, but it would also be a nice excuse for touching it. He gazed longingly at her curved bum. It did look so soft, so round, so white and delicious. He could detect that some goose bumps were now forming there as well.

Mary did not let up. "Don't you like mummy's breasts, daddy?" She wondered if she should put her hand on her father's erection. That might help convince him, but it would probably send her right off his lap. Still, it looked like her daddy had a pretty big one.

He finally responded. "Your mother has very wonderful breasts, Mary, but they are not the only reason that I love your mother." Somehow that didn't sound quite right.

"Do you think Phoebe has fake tits?" She was referring to the character on the TV show, Charmed.

Mr. Anderson wasn't entirely sure which one his daughter was referring to. All the actresses on this show had really nice breasts and they were so often rather nicely, prominently displayed. None though were appreciably large. He really missed Baywatch. Mary used to watch that with him too. Pamela Anderson had really, really nice breasts. "Um, well, I don't know. I don't think so, really."

"You know who that is, don't you daddy?"

"What?"

"It's Alyssa Milano."

"Um, and, well, who is that?" he asked, feeling his hands getting a little cold as they hung down on either side of his chair.

"Geeeez, daddy, don't you know anything? She played Samantha in Who's the Boss. You always liked her in that."

'Oh my gosh,' he realized. Mary was right. It was Samantha, or Alyssa, now all grown up. He had always found her to be real cute on that show, and now she was a full grown woman. Actually, really quite fully grown as she was now sporting quite prominently displayed breasts. His dick twitched in his slacks as he contemplated the fully breasted Samantha while his own naked daughter, also grown up (although not so much grown out) cuddled in his lap.

Mary knew that she wasn't going to get new breasts. It just wasn't going to happen. But, prior experience had told her that if she is failing to get what she really wanted then at least try for something else less expensive. Whatever guilt or ambivalence her father will have in not providing the present she wanted, will make it very difficult for him to deny her at least something. She turned to look up at him plaintively, "Well, if I can't have new breasts can't I least have something?"

Mr. Anderson furrowed his brow. What was the logic to that? But, he didn't want to deny her virtually anything she wanted, and he did feel bad about not letting her get implants. He wondered if perhaps he should in fact give in. She might otherwise just turn to some hack surgeon that she could afford on her own. "What would you like?"

Mary cuddled into his chest and answered, "Well, a new car would be nice."

Mr. Anderson had to chuckle over that. "Yea, right, a new car. My gosh, wouldn't that cost more than a breast enlargement?"

"I'll get the boobies instead, if you would prefer."

"No, no, that's fine," he replied, his annoyance apparent in his voice. But, did he just agree to buy her a car? "And you don't need a new car anyway."

"You got Jeff a car when he was eighteen."

"It wasn't a new car, and he needed it for his job."

Mary was meeting with considerable resistance. She had always been quite successful as a young girl getting things from her father. Just looking up at him with her puppy dog eyes would often be enough. It was time to take this a step further. "Oh daddy, my bottom is so cold." She picked her head up off his chest and looked back over her shoulder at it. "See? It's all goose bumply."

It was indeed. He could definitely see that. This room was indeed drafty, as his own hands would now attest.

She reached back with her left hand, took hold of his arm, and brought it to her. "You need to hold onto me, daddy, and snuggle. Don't be so mean."

"Well, I'm not so sure that your mother."

"Here, daddy," Mary cut him off. "Feel how cold my bottom is." She got hold of his hand and brought it right to her derriere, which was indeed chilled, as well as very soft, curved, and perky.

He hadn't felt such a youthfully tight tush in years. This seemed so terribly wrong but his cock was so terribly delighted at the touch, as was his hand. "Mary, I really don't know."

"Daddy, your hand is chilly too. Rub it around and warm up my bottom, won't you please, daddy?" To help him get started she squirmed her bottom around and against his hand.

Well, her fanny was clearly uncomfortably chilly. Mr. Anderson circled his hand around and around his daughter's naked bum, rubbing out the chill, as well as exploring and caressing every delightful inch, every soft curve. He had the wicked thought of how nice it would be if he could combine is wife's breasts with his daughter's derriere. But, he quickly felt very guilty about having such a perverse thought.

Mary's father was doing a pretty good job warming her bottom, as well as between her thighs. She now looked upon his erection with additional interest, additional curiosity. She softly purred, "Mmmmmm, that feels so good, daddy," as she nestled her face into his chest.

"Yes, well," he awkwardly replied, "my hand was also feeling a little chilly as well."

Mary raised her head from her father's chest, looked up at him, and said,"Oh yes, my goodness, daddy. Here," opening up her thighs a crack, "you can put your other hand in here, that'll warm it up."

His right hand was a bit chilly, having also been hanging off to the side of his chair. He took his daughter's advice and tucked it within the warmth of her thighs.

Once his hand was safely lodged she squeezed her thighs back together. "There, doesn't that feel better, daddy?"

It did indeed. It was really quite warm being snuggled within Mary's clenched thighs. Also a bit damp, or that might be just his imagination.

Mr. Anderson did at least stay away from exploring down into the crack of his daughter's bum. There was, after all, no reason to go there. She wouldn't be chilly down in there. She wouldn't need any warming up down in there. Well, perhaps she might, he thought, in a different way, but Mr. Anderson then cursed himself for having such a lascivious thought about his own daughter. And, goodness, imagine if he did slip his hand down to her crack, all the way down to the bottom and in between her thighs, to her other crack. That would be so, so nice; yet so, so wrong. And, most assuredly Mary would get quite upset, as well she should. Still, his right hand was already awfully, awfully close, and she didn't seem to mind at all. He cupped and patted Mary's teeny bum with his hand. His daughter did have such a wonderfully bouncy bubbly bottom.

"Daddy," Mary giggled into his chest, as she felt her father patting and fondling her derriere.

Mr. Anderson wondered if his daughter's breasts were chilly as well.

"My boobies feel chilly too, daddy."

His heart seemed to momentarily stop and then suddenly started again at a pace that was quite accelerated. "Yes, well, we can't have that," he quietly replied. With some trepidation he pulled his hand from the warmth of her thighs, but with considerable pleasure her brought it to his daughter's left breast. He first just gently cupped her boob in the palm and fingers of his hand. It wasn't terribly cold, but it was terribly soft and round.

"Mmmmmm," Mary sighed at the feel of her father tenderly, gently holding her breast while he continued to softly caress her bottom. She had not felt this close to her father in a long, long time. Her nipples stiffened with delight.

Mr. Anderson gave her breast a little squeeze. Her boob wasn't large, but it didn't really need to be. It was still a good handful, and it felt so, so wonderful. He had to admit that there had been times when he had wondered what Mary's boobs would feel like, longing to be young again, to feel within his hands youthfully round firm boobs. And, now he was reminded of what it was indeed like, and it was as marvelous and amazing as he had remembered from his own youth, when he had been in college, a boy of nineteen dating Donna.

He could, of course, be quite biased, as this was his daughter's boob. Fathers do have a tendency to exaggerate the appeal, the attractiveness, of their own daughters. But, it was precisely because it was his daughter's breast that made the touch, the feel, the contact, so much more provocatively delightful. He wondered how many fathers would be so terribly jealous of him, and how lucky he was to have Mary as his daughter. He gazed with admiration and lust at her breast, wondering what it would be like to take her stiff, erect nipple into his lips, his own daughter's nipple, a father suckling on his daughter's teat. How strange and wonderful that would be. He shifted his thumb and index finger to the nipple and gently massaged, squeezed, and even gave her a little pinch.

Mary could feel herself slipping away from the goal, the mission, which was to get her father to buy her a new car, or at least a used car. The means to this end was beginning to serve its own purpose, its own pleasure. She had always enjoyed being close to her father when she was young, being held by him in his lap. She now realized how much she missed those moments of tenderness, of intimacy. Yes, it was now quite obviously and vividly sexual, but that in fact made it all the more exciting, and provocatively arousing. Her father was indeed a very handsome man, whom she admired for many years. Plus, he did appear to have a pretty big and hard cock.

"You know," Mary whispered, "you don't have to get me a car, if you don't want to."

"Well," Mr. Anderson absentmindedly responded, "perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea." He really wasn't giving it much thought, as his mind was now emptied of all thoughts, focusing his attention instead on simply feeling, fondling and caressing his daughter's breasts. They were so squishy, so squeezable soft, yet so perky and firm. He was also continuing to tenderly squeeze and pinch her nipples between his thumb and index finger. Many a time he had seen these nips poking through a tight t-shirt, wanting to admonish his daughter to wear something looser, wondering if she was even wearing a brassiere. He now looked upon these nipples with a quite different interest. Well, actually, perhaps it was the same interest as before, but this time he was enjoying them, admiring them, rather than scolding and admonishing them.

"Oh daddy," Mary softly whimpered into his chest, her left hand drifting down from his chest to rest in his lap, where it came into contact with her father's rather obviously erect cock. "Oh my goodness, daddy", Mary quietly exclaimed. She had been impressed with its size when she was gazing at it. It felt even bigger when she wrapped her fingers around it, as best she could with it still tucked into his slacks and boxers.

"Mary!" Mr. Anderson gasped at the feel of his daughter's feminine fingers trying to wrap themselves around his erect dick. He quickly removed his hand from her breast to take hold of her hand and remove it from his cock. This would seem to be going too far, finally crossing a line that should perhaps be quite taboo. However, he did not himself remove his hand from her naked bum. He did at least still have a potentially innocent explanation for its presence there, or at least one that he could convince himself was innocent (i.e., keeping her bottom warm).

"What's wrong, daddy?" Mary innocently inquired.

Mr. Anderson again glanced over to the entrance to the hallway, which was still apparently empty. "Pumpkin," he replied, "you really shouldn't do that. I'm your father, you know and, well, that's just not right."

Mary radically shifted her position, at least physically. She moved her legs so that she was fully facing him on his lap, her knees tucked in between his thighs and the arms of the easy chair, her own thighs spread open to give him a very good look at her cunt, which was now split open as well with her spread thighs, offering him a view of her wet inner lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to help hold herself on his lap. "Daddy, you shouldn't be embarrassed by that. It happens to lots of guys at college when they see a girl in The Program. It's really only natural, you know."

Mr. Anderson found it a bit odd to have his daughter explaining principles of The Program to him, his daughter now being the adult, the mature one, the reasoning one. Well, that is perhaps a common experience of parents as their children return from college, all grown up. Frankly, she was probably quite right, or at least her preferred to think so.

A few days ago Mary would have been rather surprised, and shocked, at what she was now doing. But she was being driven by a number of emotions and motivations. For one, she enjoyed putting her father on the defensive about her nudity. Her position now was considerably better than the embarrassment she had been feeling when she first undressed in front of him. Plus, she had been on the verge of getting him to agree to get her at least a car. And, finally, well, her own level of arousal was really quite high, and like she had done with her brother she was letting her loins do a lot of the thinking for her.

"Yes, well, none of those guys are their fathers," Mr. Anderson again asserted, clinging weakly to his ambivalence.

Mary removed her right hand from around his shoulder to reach down between her thighs and lightly touch, and caress, her father's erection. She said quietly, "But, that's what makes it so fun and special, daddy."

He lurched at the touch of her fingers on his cock, like a violent current had jolted his body.

"And, I'm eighteen now, daddy. I can make my own decisions." Mary further whispered, "I won't tell, mummy."

It was evident from the technical reports and case studies that some faculty do become sexually aroused during the course of The Program, and a few had even been known to become directly involved. This was not considered to be a problem. On the contrary, it was quite important for the faculty to convey and model a healthy acceptance of adult sexuality for their students, and Mr. Anderson certainly did not want to fail to provide a good role model for his own daughter. Nevertheless, this was rather awkward, to say the least. But, still, the touch of her fingers caressing his knob through his slacks felt so, so good. "Honestly, pumpkin, I don't know if we should."

"Well, okay daddy, we can just keep it inside and that way it won't be like we're having real sex."

"Yea, okay," he passively acquiesced. He so much wanted to agree. He so much wanted some excuse, any rationale, that would make it acceptable.

Mary shifted her position again to now slip her legs over the arms of the chair and pull herself up closer to him, so close that her bare, naked cunt lips were pressing against his erection. She might not be able to jerk her father off, let alone have sex with him, but she would at least be able to give him a lap dance he would not soon forget.

"Oh geeeez," her father exclaimed as he watched and felt his daughter clamp her bare, naked, shaved slit against the bulge in his slacks, against his stiff cock. He was seeing, and experiencing, quite a different side of his daughter, and he definitely liked it.

Mary began to slide her cunt up and down against her dad's erection.

"Mmmmm," Mary sighed, "doesn't that feel so good, daddy."

"Yes, yes, it does," he replied. He reached down with his right hand to shift his cock so that it was sticking largely straight up so that Mary could more effectively grind her cunt against it. He then reached around her body to grasp his daughter's bum cheeks in each hand. There was no longer the pretense of doing so to keep her bottom warm. It was now quite explicitly to give them a healthy squeeze, as well as to help hold her daughter's cunt closer and tighter against his cock. This might not be real sex, but it was awfully, awfully close as they both humped and grinded against one another.

But, there was a problem, other than the fact that it was father and daughter. Mary stopped to complain, "Daddy, your zipper is getting in the way and it's hurting me."

Well, that wasn't any good. No father wants to hurt his own daughter, to cause her any pain and suffering. That would be the last thing one would want to do. "Here," he said, momentarily letting go of her bottom to undue his belt, the clasp, pull down his zipper, and spread open the flaps of his pants so that the offending zipper would no longer be a problem. And, well, besides, this would make their play even more intensely enjoyable.

It also gave Mary a better view of her father's cock. It was still lodged within his boxers but the outline was now much more evident, being hidden now by only a thin cotton layer. "Goodness, daddy, you must make mommy real happy with this."

She reached down to grasp it with her hand. She wondered if her daddy's cock was bigger than her brother's. She supposed that it should be, but Jeff was all grown up. He wasn't going to get any bigger. She wondered as well if they in fact looked the same.

Alex was breathing heavily as he watched and felt his daughter study his cock through his boxers, his own eyes alternating between watching her hand explore and play with his dick and her naked boobs, which were now just inches from his eyes. He returned his own hands to her bottom, to softly fondle and caress those very sweet round cheeks. He didn't want them to get cold again.

As she fondled and squeezed his erection through his boxers she looked into her father's eyes, providing him with her most plaintive, pleading, puppy expression to ask, "Could it be a Miata, daddy? I really would like a Miata."

"Yes," he gasped, not really feeling like he could deny his daughter anything at this point. She literally had him wrapped around her little finger; well, actually, all of her fingers.

"Oh daddy, you're the best!" Mary squealed and leaned forward to give him a big kiss on the cheek. "The best dad ever!"

"Yes, well, I'll, um." It was difficult to engage in a normal conversation. His breaths were short and rapid. "I'll have to talk to your mother about this, but I think it'll be alright."

Mary increased the rate at which she was handling and stroking his cock. "Can it be green? I really want a green one."

"Yes, yes," he gasped. But, a potential problem now occurred to him. He was usually pretty good at planning family activities, but he hadn't prepared for or planned on this. "Mary," he warned, "if you keep that up daddy is going to have an accident." It was rather awkward admitting such a thing to his daughter, but a good father will not deny or avoid the truth. He should be forthright with his daughter, and the fact was he could feel that he was getting pretty close to cumming.

Mary smiled at that. Just the thought of making her father cum was rather pleasing. Daughters do like feeling that their fathers love them. Some psychoanalysts even suggest that a boyfriend or a husband could be symbolic of a girl's father, and why have the symbol when you can have the real thing? But, she did appreciate his concern. "You don't want to actually have it squirt in your pants, do you, daddy?"

No, that was true. Not only would it be uncomfortable and a little embarrassing, but also more difficult to hide from his wife, although frankly just the thought that he would be hiding something from his wife was rather troubling. He had at times provided his daughter with a little extra money, maybe even a present, and often an opportunity to stay up later than usual, after Donna had gone to bed, and he and Mary would agree that it would be their little private secret because he knew that Donna would object, would suggest that he wasn't being tough enough with Mary. Now he was even going to provide her with big wad of cum, as well as a car, and a Miata at that. He wondered how he was going to explain that to Donna. Well, at least it would be a used Miata. He wouldn't go so far as to get her a new one. When it came to the "apple of his eye," his precious pumpkin, he sometimes just couldn't help himself. Still, having her jerk him off was probably a little more than just letting her stay up late at night. Perhaps they should just stop this now?

But, as he considered his ambivalence Mary slipped her hand into his boxers, and quickly extracted his cock. "Oooooooooh, daddy," she crooned. "It really is big, and I think it's much happier playing outside." She looked him in the eyes, her big green eyes just inches from his, and she smiled as she rubbed her naked cunt against his naked cock, "You do always say that it's best to play out in the fresh air."

Mr. Anderson smiled at his daughter's successful hoisting him on his own petard, as she was flirting with hoisting herself on his dick. He also had to admit that feeling his daughter's slippery wet slit against his naked cock was a lot better than being separated by any clothes. This was significantly more intimate and exciting. He was though a bit surprised, and troubled, at how easy it was for his daughter to extract his cock from his slacks. He had to wonder how much experience she's had at doing that.

Jeff had by now fully recovered from his own time with Mary and was wondering what the heck he was doing upstairs in his bedroom while his sister was roaming around naked in the house. He had been fondly reminiscing about the time he had just spent with her, finding himself getting hard once again, and then realizing that her young naked body was still available, at least to see. It was unlikely that she was posing for mom and dad like she had posed for him, but there was no way he was going to spend the rest of the evening sitting in his room while his sister was walking around the house buck naked.

He went downstairs. He figured she would be in the family room watching TV with mom and dad. He arrived just as Mary had slipped her father's erection out of his boxers. His own cock swelled hard in his slacks at the sight of his sister sitting, with legs spread, on dad's lap. The chair was somewhat askew to the entrance into the room so he couldn't see his father's cock, but it was very clear what was going on. He moved a bit to the side to hide his presence as best he could as he reached down to play with himself as he watched his sister play with their father.

With her father's cock extracted from his boxers Mary resumed the sliding of her wet, soft, warm cunt lips up and down his shaft, her breaths now in short, hurried gasps, her tittles rising and falling, her eyes glazed with lust, the wet, swollen lips of her cunt embracing her father's hard, stiff shaft.

Mr. Anderson looked down, past his daughter's wiggling and bouncing breasts, to the sight of her shaved cunt lips wrapping around his shaft, embracing it, hugging it, as she slid her cunt up and down the length of his cock.

Mary though broke off his view by bringing the rest of her body against him, hugging him upstairs as well as downstairs. As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders she whispered into his ear, "I'm so wet, daddy."

He could certainly feel that. He clutched and squeezed her little derriere in his hands, helping to support her, helping her slide her cunt up and down his cock.

He pulled back a bit so that he could bring his face, his lips, down to his daughter's breasts, taking into his lips her stiff, erect nipple.

"Oh daddy," Mary gasped as she felt her father's lips, his tongue, his teeth, nibbling on her nip.

There was something really quite special about a son suckling on his mother's teat. It was so loving, so natural, so intimate and fundamental. But, both Mary and Alex would have to agree that the same could be said for a father and daughter; in fact, perhaps even more provocatively wondrous and special for them.

As he suckled on his daughter's teat, Mr. Anderson felt an urge to try tickling Mary's little anus. If it was his wife he knew that she would be shocked and perhaps even appalled if he did that to her. Mrs. Anderson really didn't like that sort of thing, and Alex had to admit to being a bit disappointed. She would do many other things, often much to his surprise (her behavior in The Enthusiasts Club had been at times quite surprising, perhaps even shocking), but she had made it clear that she didn't like anal sex.

Mary though was a college student and they did tend to try lots of different things when at college. Plus, he would like to encourage Mary to be a bit more flexible and open than her mother when it came to things like that. And, finally, a girl does need to grow up and learn new things. He slipped his index finger down into the crack off her ass and brought it to her little puckered rosebud.

Mary's eyes opened up wide, as did her mouth, at the shocking feel of her daddy's finger tickling her anus. "Oh my goodness, daddy!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, pumpkin," her father breathlessly responded, releasing her wet stiff nipple from his lips, "daddy's going to cum."

"Oh yes, daddy!" Mary squealed, hugging her body tightly against him, her bottom squirming with the tickling of her asshole, her cunt wriggling and quivering against her father's cock as it twitched, jerked, and began spitting out its cum. "Squirt it, daddy, squirt it all over!"

"Ohhhhhhh," her father groaned as he clutched his daughter's body against his, feeling his body wracked and wrecked by his orgasm, his heart beating so hard, so loud, his mind feeling faint, his entire self feeling so good, so wonderful, so right, as his cock gushed and spewed its thick sloppy load, soaking the front of his shirt and the tummy of his daughter.

"Oh my gosh, mother?" Jeff suddenly proclaimed, noticing his mother now standing right behind him.

"Mummy?!" Mary exclaimed upon hearing Jeff's voice, and then seeing her mother, and Jeff, in the entrance to the hallway.

"Donna?!" Mr. Anderson ejaculated as well, feeling himself still in the final throws of his other ejaculation, his face flushed with the blood of his orgasm and now with concern and embarrassment as well, his cock squirting out it's last few splats onto himself and his daughter's tummy and cunt. He clutched his daughter's body against him to hide the evidence, but realizing at the same time that doing so made him look all the more guilty.

Mrs. Anderson had finished with her sewing and had decided to join the family. She was a little disappointed though in discovering Jeff peeking around the corner of the hallway into the family room, apparently spying on Mary. She was reminded of when she had caught him one time trying to peek into her bedroom while Mary was changing. "Enjoying the view?" Mrs. Anderson said accusatively, and scoldingly.

"Um, well, I." Jeff was reminded of when his mother had caught him trying to peek into Mary's bedroom. He hadn't seen anything then, but he might have if his mother hadn't caught him in time.

"You know," Mrs. Anderson suggested, "why don't you join your sister, Jeffrey."

"What?"

It did actually make good sense, as well as being an obvious punishment for the crime of peeking in on his sister. Mrs. Anderson explained, "The Program at Abberville always involves a couple. Isn't that right, Alex." She turned to her husband, and then noticed for the first time that Mary was sitting astride her husband's lap in a rather obviously suggestive position. Mary had sat on his lap many times as a young girl, but never like that.

Mr. Anderson was hurriedly trying to clean off his daughter's tummy and thighs with whatever dry part of his shirt tail he could find. He looked over at his wife, guilt written all over his face. "Yes, yes," he quickly agreed. His wife was indeed correct about that. They had in fact discussed the possibility of having the two of them be naked together, just like in The Program, but they felt that would probably be going too far, or at least it might be asking too much of them too soon. It was perhaps quite fitting and appropriate to do it now.

As she saw her husband try to hide the evidence Mrs. Anderson understood why Jeff was peeking into the room. She at first wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it. But, she then recalled that she and Jeff were guilty of the same thing the previous evening. Well, not entirely the same perhaps but, in any case, she had felt it to be a natural, appropriate, and quite wonderful outcome of The Program for her and Jeff. There was little reason to deny the same thing for Alex and Mary. "Yes, well," she said, turning her attention back to Jeff. "Why don't you get out of those things and we can then have a nice family get together."

"Right now?" Jeff had already done this before so perhaps it really shouldn't be that difficult. Still, it's not like one adapts overnight to taking one's clothes off in front of the family. In addition, he was now sporting a pretty raging hard-on. That made it considerably more difficult to drop his pants, to say the least.

Mrs. Anderson reached out and began to unbuckle Jeff's belt. When she instructed her son to remove his clothes she expected that he would do it forthwith.

"I can do it! I can do it!" Jeff protested. If there is anything worse than having to take off your clothes in front of your mother, it's having your mother do it for you, like you were still in kindergarten or something.

"Well, that certainly doesn't seem to be the case," she responded as she finished undoing his belt, unclasping his pants, and pulling down his zipper.

Mary was enjoying this immensely, for more than one reason. Whereas her father had a happy ending to their little dance, she had not. She was feeling quite inflamed and unsatisfied, and as she watched her mother undress her brother she recalled her own time with Jeff just an hour or so ago. Plus, she felt it would make her nudity considerably easier to deal with if she wasn't the only one. She climbed off her father's lap and sat on the cushioned armrest of his easy chair, swinging her feet in delight at the sight of her brother being so unceremoniously disrobed, her own bare slit glistening with the moisture of her arousal and the remnants of her father's spunk.

Mary sitting on the edge of the chair was a lucky break for Mr. Anderson. Mary's body was now effectively hiding that part of him that needed to be hidden, and he used the opportunity to get his cock back into his boxers, his shirt tucked in, and his pants zipped up and buckled. There was still some rather obvious wet stains on the front of his shirt, but perhaps he could somehow lay his arm across them. Well, at least he was now safely tucked away.

"Mother, please," Jeff protested, grabbing hold of the waistband of his pants, trying to keep his mother from pulling them down, at least long enough for him to lose his erection.

But, Mrs. Anderson would have none of that. He was behaving worse than he had when she had last shopped with him to buy new school clothes. He had raised quite a fuss about her following him into the dressing room to help him try on the trousers. That had been quite a long time ago, but apparently he hadn't changed. She crouched down and forcibly jerked his slacks and boxers out of his hands and pulled them rapidly down to his ankles.

Out popped Jeff's cock. It was no longer fully erect, but it was obviously still quite swollen and aroused. It was poking right toward Mrs. Anderson's face.

"Well," she said, a bit captivated by the sight, "I can see that Jeff is very excited about spending some quality time with his sister." She cleared her throat, stood up, and added, "Why don't you show your sister, Jeffrey, how happy you are she is spending this time with you." To make sure he did just that she turned his body so that he, and his stiffened penis, were facing his giggling sister.

Jeff perhaps shouldn't feel so terribly embarrassed about having to show his erection. He had shown it to his sister twice before, and the latest time was just about an hour ago. He had been quite happy to do it the second time, and he had certainly enjoyed the sharing of his erection with his mother the other night. But, this naked at home thing does take some time getting used to. Plus, having to show the erection he got while peeking in on his sister was a rather embarrassing confession.

"Okay, now, Jeffrey," Mrs. Anderson instructed, "you take off the rest of your clothes yourself. And," she added, "all the way down to your socks."

As he did so Mrs. Anderson noticed how pointy were her daughter's nipples. "Alex, what were you thinking, having Mary be naked in such a drafty cold room. She could have caught her death of cold in here." She strode over to the thermostat to turn up the heat. It would make the house a bit too warm everywhere else, but she wasn't about to have her daughter get the chills.

"Yea, sorry, you're right, Donna," Alex acknowledged. He and Mary smiled to themselves over how he had in fact managed to avoid her getting too chilly.

Once Jeff got all of his clothes off Mrs. Anderson said, "Alright then, much better. Now, let's all sit down together have a nice chat. Alex," she said, "why don't you turn off the television. We don't want any distractions."

Two naked bodies, however, were likely to be quite a distraction.

Mr. Anderson was quite happy to turn off the television. Getting the remote from the coffee table in front of the couch gave him an opportunity to grab one of the pillows. When he sat back down in his chair he laid it on his lap. It was a rather incongruous place to put a pillow. At worst, though, he figured his wife would just think that he was trying to hide an erection, rather than the fruits of a past one.

The conversation, though, was difficult. It was reminiscent of a time Mr. Anderson had shut off the TV and forced the family to have a conversation. The discussion went from school (Mary and Jeff said everything was going fine) to the economy (they all agreed it was bad), to the war in Iraq (they all agreed it was bad), and finally to the weather (they all agreed it was pretty nice right now). When it was finally time for Who's the Boss, Mr. Anderson turned the TV back on, claiming victory. But it was clearly an empty one, if it was any victory at all.

Well, this was perhaps worse, in part because there were clearly a couple of elephants in the room that were difficult to ignore, nor did Mr. or Mrs. Anderson want to ignore them. Mr. Anderson's eyes repeatedly trailed over his daughter's breasts and cunnie, while Mrs. Anderson's focused on her son's cock, which rose back up to full strength under the repeated glances of his mother and sister.

Jeff would often glance at a girl's breasts when he was talking with her. He now appreciated how obvious this probably was, as he could readily tell that his mother and sister kept looking at his cock. The eyes of his sister appeared particularly curious and interested. Of course, he was himself stealing glances at her boobs, and her pussy, which almost seemed to be shining.

"Well, Jeff," Mrs. Anderson inquired, "have you decided whether to ask Patsy out on a date?" Patsy Emerson was a friend of Mary's who used to have a crush on Jeff (see "Naked at Home, Part I").

It was difficult enough for Jeff to speak to his mother about girls he was dating, it put another whole spin on the conversation to have his erection poking up in the air as he did so. She was always probing him for information about whom he might be seeing, when could she meet the girl, how serious was the relationship, was this perhaps the special one. It might be even more difficult to talk to her about it with his cock sticking up, working perhaps as a sort of lie detector. "Yea, actually, um, well, yes."

"I didn't know that!" Mary objected. She and Patsy were close friends and it was understandably surprising to realize that Patsy hadn't told her.

"Yea, well, it wasn't that long ago."

"Now, Jeffrey," Mr. Anderson admonished, "remember that Patsy is your sister's age and she is a bit young for any hanky panky."

"Father!" Mary again complained. It wasn't like she was trying to defend Jeff, particularly his interest in having sex with Patsy. It just seemed a bit hypocritical of her father to be suggesting that Patsy was too young, after what they just did.

"Dad," Jeff retorted, "she's eighteen. She's an adult."

Mr. Anderson supposed Jeff was right. It was just difficult at times to appreciate that his children were no longer children and clearly Mary was no longer a child, his tired and sleeping cock stirring a bit over his recent recognition and appreciation of that fact. He glanced down at his daughter's naked bum hanging over the armrest of his chair. He considered lightly caressing it, perhaps even giving it a little tickle. He gently cupped the exposed cheek in his hand and lightly caressed her crack.

Mrs. Anderson stepped in to support her husband, "Fathers can at times be a bit overprotective when it comes to their daughters, Mary. You understand, don't you?"

Mary rolled her eyes. "Yes, mother, I do." If only her mother knew, she thought, feeling her nipple, anus, and cunnie tingle at the memory of their very recent dalliance, as well as the feel of her father's hand softly and gently fondling her.

Mrs. Anderson continued, "Both of you are now adults and you certainly have the freedom and right to choose with whom you become sexually involved, but we do want you to be making the right choices."

"Yes, mother, I will," Mary responded.

"And," her mother continued, "There are plenty of things one can do with a partner short of actually going all the way and risk getting pregnant."

"Mother, I know," Mary said, her impatience clearly evident in the sound of her voice.

Mr. Anderson gave her soft pats on her fanny, trying to help encourage her to be patient with her mother.

Mary had already had such a talk with her mother sometime ago, but with the kids both naked, Jeffrey even sporting an erection, it just seemed only natural that the conversation would be about sex, or at least any other topic just seemed to be off the topic, ignoring what was so heavily in the air, and on everybody's mind.

"I really don't know though if I would approve of anal sex." It was one of the other ways of doing it, but Mrs. Anderson didn't really care for it.

"Mother!" Mary loudly complained.

Mr. Anderson slipped a finger down into the crack of Mary's bottom.

Mary responded by shifting back farther on the armrest, giving her father better access, even to the point of being able to lightly caress her anus. It just seemed a nice way to protest, having daddy caress her anus while her mother objected to such things.

Jeff's cock twitched. He had not in fact tried anal sex before, and he could not help but wonder if his mother might in fact suggest that he try it with his sister. Who better to learn knew things from than your parents, and where better to learn them than within the home.

"What do you think, Alex?" Mrs. Anderson inquired.

Mr. Anderson furrowed his brow. He knew his wife's firm position on this and when it came to her butt her preference in such matters would take precedence, as it was her butt that would be intruded. But, this was Mary's butt, not hers, and his finger was currently exploring and tickling Mary's curly, puckered butt hole. "Well, no, no I suppose not. There are indeed risks that are specific to anal sex. But, then again, college students will try many things out, at least just once, or twice."

It was Mrs. Anderson's turn to furrow her brow, feeling a little surprised that her husband was not as firmly disapproving. She knew of course that college students experiment with many new activities, new interests, but anal sex? She asked her daughter. "Have you had anal sex, Mary?"

"Mother, my gracious, no, I have not." There was simply no way she was going to admit to any such thing to her mother. "And, it's really uncomfortable talking about all this, like this." She folded her arms beneath her breasts. It was a gesture of objection, but like with Jeff earlier it only served to elevate and frame her naked bubbies. She also squirmed a bit on the armrest, thinking about a guy actually doing it while her father appeared to be exploring the possibility of sticking his finger up her ass. It was a very odd sensation and she tried to relax her sphincter, in case she understood correctly her father's intentions.

"Well, I think it's very important for a family to be able to talk openly about, really just about anything. No topic should ever be taboo for a healthy, engaged family. Don't you think so, Alex?"

"Absolutely, dear," Mr. Anderson fully agreed, and he suddenly slipped the tip of his index finger past his daughter's sphincter and into her ass, up her rectum.

"Yes!" Mary suddenly exclaimed, apparently in agreement with her father, and her mother, almost slipping of the armchair with her enthusiastic endorsement, needing to clutch tightly the armrest and back of the chair to maintain her position.

Mrs. Anderson was pleased to hear her daughter's full and enthusiastic agreement. "And, what about yourself," she inquired, this time of Alex.

"Excuse me?"

"Have you had anal intercourse, Jeffrey?"

"No mother, I haven't," although feeling more embarrassed than proud of the fact.

Mrs. Anderson could tell by his eyes that he wasn't being entirely forthright. "But, you've thought about it, haven't you, Jeffrey."

Jeff's face blushed. "No, no, I haven't."

Mothers can tell when their sons are fibbing. "Have you had fantasies about it when you masturbated?"

"Mother!" It was Jeff's turn on the hot seat and he didn't like it any better than his sister.

Mr. Anderson came to his son's defense, sort of. "Now, Jeff, it's perfectly fine, perfectly healthy, to masturbate as a young man. All men have done it and, well, frankly many times, I imagine." He was trying to take to heart The Program's emphasis on the elders modeling a healthy, comfortable attitude toward sex, as he continued to finger his daughter's squirming bum.

"And," Mrs. Anderson added, "it's fine to imagine something. You can enjoy fantasizing about doing something that you wouldn't actually do."

"Yes, that's a very good point, dear," Mr. Anderson interjected. "There's nothing wrong with just imagining something. It's kind of like having your cake and eat it too."

Jeff wasn't quite sure that his father's analogy was appropriate, but he did get the point.

"So," Mrs. Anderson again inquired, "have you?"

"What?" Jeff responded.

"Answer your mother," Mr. Anderson instructed. He had worked his finger as far into his daughter's derriere that it would go, and was now just poking and wiggling it around in there.

"Yes, mother," Jeff finally acquiesced, his exasperation clearly evident. "I have thought about it. I have fantasied about it."

Mary rolled her eyes, wondering if he had thought about it with Patsy or, even worse, herself! Clearly her father must be thinking about it, and she squeezed tightly on her father's finger with her sphincter.

"Well, that wasn't so hard, was it Jeffrey?" Mrs. Anderson inquired.

"I think it was about as hard as his penis," Mary quipped.

"Can we just talk about something else, please!" Jeff pleaded.

"Well, alright," Mrs. Anderson responded, feeling a bit surprised at how much difficulty Jeff was having with the conversation. She understood the younger generation to be so much more open and comfortable with sex than her own generation, yet Jeff seemed quite adverse to any further discussion of anal sex. "What about oral sex?"

It was Jeff's turn to roll his eyes.

But the spotlight actually shifted back to Mary. "Have you performed oral sex, Mary?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

Mr. Anderson's finger halted all movement in her rectum, perhaps wanting not to distract her as she contemplated her answer but also because her father was himself rather curious about the answer.

Mary took a deep breath, her breasts rising up. She had certainly given guys blow jobs before, but she really, really didn't want to admit that to her parents. It wasn't as bad as anal sex but it was like when they ask you if have drank, or experimented with drugs. Sometimes a white lie is the best thing. She shook her head no, and so rapidly so that her titties made a little dance.

But, honesty is also the best policy, as she was beginning to weave a rather tangled web.

"Really?" Mrs. Anderson was surprised, and a little concerned. "Well, my goodness, Mary, why not?"

What does she do now? Admit that she lied or dig a deeper hole? What if her admission of lying led back to the anal sex inquiry? "Um, well, um."

Mr. Anderson didn't know for sure how he felt about this. As a father, part of him was quite happy to hear it. No father likes to think of his daughter giving guys blow jobs. Well, actually, maybe they do like to think about it, within a certain context. In any case, though, as a father he also was disappointed to hear this. He certainly had no objection to oral sex and didn't really want his daughter to have some sort of sexual insecurities. He removed his finger from her rectum and gently laid his hand on her waist. He asked, "Are you uncomfortable with performing oral sex for a boy, Mary?"

Mary could feel her face redden. "No, no," she asserted.

Mrs. Anderson could tell that her daughter was not being entirely forthright, but she misunderstood the precise nature of the dissembling. "You really shouldn't feel bad about doing that for a young man, Mary."

"Mother, that's not it," Mary again asserted. She knew now that she probably should have told the truth. It is always best to be honest with one's parents, even when it's difficult.

"Are you concerned that you don't really know how to do it?" She was reminded of when Mary wouldn't go to a school dance because she felt that she really didn't know how to dance. It took quite a bit of encouragement and support to get her to go, as well as some quick dance lessons from her father. Not surprisingly, in the end, Mary had really enjoyed the dance.

Mr. Anderson had the same thought. He certainly remembered the first time he performed oral sex on a girl. He was so nervous and clumsy. He had no idea what he was doing, and sorely doubted that he did a very good job. Schools give lessons on sex, but oddly enough the lessons have nothing to do with how to have and do good sex. It's among the most pleasurable and important activities in life, yet nobody teaches you how to do it. It's like trying to learn how to drive a car by trial and error, with a number of bad accidents along the way. He inquired, "Remember the school dance?"

"What?" Mary responded, looking back at her father, wondering when this conversation would end, so much hoping that it would be sooner rather than later.

"Remember how much you didn't want to go. How afraid you were because you didn't know how to dance. But, with just a few lessons you got really good, and it turned out that everybody was just as inexperienced and awkward as you."

Mrs. Anderson wasn't sure that her husband's remarks were entirely supportive. He could have left out that last point. It was true, but it was probably not helpful to point it out. Yet, he did have a fundamentally good point. "That's a wonderful suggestion, Alex," she said."Excuse me?" Mr. Anderson replied. He didn't know he was providing a suggestion.

"Yes," Mrs. Anderson continued, "you could first try it with your father, Mary, you know, get the hang of it."

Mary turned her attention back to her mother. "You want me to perform oral sex on father?" Mary was incredulous.

Jeff's cock swelled and twitched, as did his father's despite its need for rest.

Mrs. Anderson explained further. "I just think it's so striking that some of the most important behaviors in life, ones that can have quite serious consequences, are first conducted without any parental supervision. Your father and I were talking about that just the other day, weren't we, Alex."

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