Molly seemed awfully squirmy at breakfast, so restless that Roy finally asked her if something was the matter.
"Oh, I guess I'm just anxious to get outdoors, Daddy," she replied. "It's such a beautiful day."
"I understand, honey," Roy said, "but just remember not to leave the yard."
"But, Daddy," Molly pouted, "can't we at least go to the beach for a swim?"
"Sure, sugar, next weekend when I can go with you," Roy said, preparing to leave the table. "But you know I won't let you go alone. Too many things could happen."
Exactly, Molly thought. She wanted things to happen. She wanted to escape the prison of this house and yard, go out and find a boy to fuck. But Daddy wasn't falling for her tricks, and she didn't dare disobey him. Somehow he'd know if she did. She tried not to look too disappointed as he kissed her and Sandy goodbye and left for the office. Another boring, horny day stretched before her.
"Darn it all," she moaned as Roy drove off.
"Nice try," Sandy said, "but I told you it was hopeless. He'd never allow us to be alone with guys."
"Well, there has to be a way," Molly insisted. "There just has to be some guy we can get, even if he's not our age, even if he's really old – like forty or something."
"Lots of luck." Sandy said dismally. "Now we better do our housework."
She headed for the kitchen to wash the breakfast dishes, but Molly lagged behind her, lost in thought. Sandy was just about to turn on the water when she heard a piercing shriek!
She raced back to the dining room and found her kid sister hopping up and down, highly excited, a look of glee on her face.
"Molly, what in hell's happening?" Sandy cried.
"I've got it, I've got it," Molly cried, "I know who we can get it on with."
"Oh, who?" Sandy said, her interest picking up.
"Daddy," said Molly.
"What?" Sandy gasped.
"You heard me," Molly grinned. "He's the only guy we ever got to be alone with, right? So obviously he's the only one we've got a chance with. If we wanta have any fun before we're twenty-one, Sandy, we have to go with this."
Sandy frowned. "He'll never do it," she said.
"We'll just see about that," Molly challenged. "I'm gonna try to turn him on tonight."
"Molly, you're crazy," Sandy snorted. "You'll end up getting your ass paddled."
"We'll just see," Molly repeated.
As they argued about Molly's plan, neither girl was worried about the idea of incest. That was because they'd never heard of it. Roy had been so careful to guard them from all information about sex, that he'd left out the prohibitions, too. Molly and Sandy had no idea that it was wrong to fuck their own father. For them, the only problem was getting him to go along with it. Molly figured she could do it. Sandy was sure she couldn't.
Still Sandy agreed to give her sister a chance. In the evenings, when Roy wasn't on a date, they all usually watched TV together – with Roy carefully selecting the programs to avoid anything sexy. But this evening Sandy excused herself early, saying she wanted to go read a book. Roy, who was proud of her good grades and interest in books, approved quickly.
"Sure, honey, go ahead," he said, drawing her close for a goodnight kiss. "Molly, you ought to do more reading, then maybe your grades would be as good as Sandy's," he told his other daughter.
"Yeah, you're probably right, Daddy," Molly said, snuggling closer to him on the couch, "but I'm into this program right now, and I'd really like to see the end of it, okay?"
"Sure, babe," Roy said, slipping his arm around her and focusing on the TV screen.
Molly and Sandy exchanged looks of relief.
Roy had almost upset their plan, but now everything was off to a good start. Not that Sandy expected Molly to succeed with her crazy plan. She started upstairs, actually intending to read, then stopped halfway up. It might be kind of fun to watch what Molly did. Nothing was going to happen, of course, but Sandy was curious about what approach her sister would take to seducing their dad.
So she plunked herself down on the dark stairway and watched. Molly didn't make the mistake of moving too fast. She sat there for awhile, cuddled against Daddy, his arm around her, and they watched the rest of the program. Then Roy turned the set off by remote control and started to get up, but Molly clung to his arm and kept him snuggled next to her. Roy turned to her with an inquiring look.
"It's bedtime, honey," he said.
It sure as hell is, Molly thought lustily. But she put on an innocent smile and said, "Yes, Daddy, but could we talk for a minute? I almost never get a private talk with you."
"Sure, honey, is something wrong?" Roy asked.
"Well, kind of," Molly said, cuddling even closer to his big rugged body. "I mean I'm a big girl now, Daddy, and you've never told me anything about sex."
Roy turned beet red. "You're not old enough yet, Molly," he said sternly. "I told you that a long time ago – when you're twenty-one, I'll explain everything, and then you can date."
"Oh, come off it, Daddy," Molly snorted, "get into the real world. Girls my age are dating. Some of them are even getting it on."
Roy turned even redder. "Well, not my girls," he said angrily, "I'm going to make sure of that."
"Of course you are, Daddy," Molly purred, "but, gee, you could at least tell me how babies get made. I mean, I'm old enough to know that, aren't I?"
"Well, yes, I guess-you are," Roy admitted.
"So tell me," Molly said.
"Er, of course," Roy said. "The way it happens is, uh…"
He trailed off, blushing like mad, and Molly saw that she was going to have to take matters into her own hands – literally. Still looking innocent, with wide blue eyes, she slipped her hand onto Roy's crotch. She could feel the big lump of his cock, and she shivered with excitement. Roy stared at her as if he couldn't believe what was happening. She smiled innocently and gave his cock a squeeze.
"Some of the girls at school told me this is what makes babies," Molly said, massaging his prick through his clothes.
"Well, ah, yes," Roy stammered, "but you really shouldn't touch me there, pumpkin."
"Why not?" Molly chirped. "I'm just curious, Daddy. I wanta look."
Before her stunned father could react, she was unzipping his fly. On the stairs, Sandy was cracking up, hardly able to smother her laughter. Leave it to that nut Molly! She had their astonished father totally off balance, and she was getting a lot farther with him than Sandy would have guessed. She quickly got his pants open, and she tugged them down along with his shorts. His massive eight-incher lay there exposed, semi-hard and hers for the taking. Eagerly she wrapped her fingers around the hot meat and drew it out away from his confining clothing.
"Oh, wow, look at that," she exclaimed.
Something was happening, something she hadn't anticipated. Daddy's cock was growing in her fist. As she held it and pumped it, the thick slab of meat swelled and stiffened, pushing her fingers wide apart. That turned her on like crazy. She hadn't known it was possible for anybody to blush that hard. But as long as she had him all shook up, she was going to take advantage of it.
"How come your cock got hard, Daddy?" she cooed.
Sandy was holding her sides and trying not to laugh out loud as she studied her father's face. He looked totally mind-boggled as his younger daughter sat there with his stiff cock in her hot fist. This rugged police detective, this in-charge guy, looked like he was going to faint. He started to answer Molly's question, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried again.
"Young lady," he said sternly, "you stop that and go to bed right this instant."
"But, Daddy, I'm just starting to learn something," Molly cooed. "I've been dying to know what a cock looks like. Just let me look at it for a little bit, okay?"
Without waiting for an answer, she bent low over his swollen prick, fanning it with her hot breath. Fisting the thick hairy base with one hand, she used the other to explore, running a fingertip up and down the blue-veined flesh. Daddy's cock was so exciting to hold, hot and smooth and hard. The engorged column throbbed against her fingers as if it had a life of its own.
Unfortunately, as far as Roy was concerned, it did. He wouldn't have dreamed of getting a hard-on for his own kid, but his cock had other ideas. He'd been thinking of Chris all day, and he'd come home horny. When Molly touched his cock, the result was unavoidable. His cock didn't care whose fingers were doing the petting – Molly's or Chris'. So there he was in that incredibly embarrassing situation.
It was not only embarrassing, it was exciting. Roy had to admit to himself that be was turned on like crazy as his cute blond daughter petted his cock. Secretly he'd always wanted to get it on with a lusty teenager, and now it was happening. Molly was panting onto his prick and making him shiver with excitement. He realized he'd better end this scene fast, before he lost his self-control.
"All right, young lady," he said hoarsely, "That's it. Enough. You go to bed right now."
Molly didn't let go of his cock. She kept a firm grip, so there was no way for him to pull loose. "Aw, come on, Daddy," she pleaded, pumping his meat in her hot fist, "this is so much fun. And I'm learning a lot, too. Don't make me quit now."
It took all of Roy's self-control to reply, she was getting him so excited. "Molly, honey, it isn't right for you to touch me like that," he said. "I want you to stop it right this instant."
Molly had never disobeyed her dad before, but this was just too important to give in on. "But why is it wrong, Daddy?" she insisted. "We're just having fun, and what's wrong with that?"
Roy swallowed hard, hoping his voice wouldn't come out in a horny croak. "It's called incest, honey, and it means sex between relatives. It's against the law," he explained.
"Well, that's silly," Molly said, dismissing the whole thing easily. "We're not hurting anybody."
She went right on pumping his cock, and now she was using her free hand to pet the sensitive head. Rot juice began to bubble from his piss hole, and she eagerly smeared it all over the tip of his prick, giving him hot jolts of satisfaction.
Roy felt himself getting aroused to an insane level, and he wanted so much just to slump back on the couch and let her play with his prick till he came.
"It feels good to you, doesn't it, Daddy?" Molly purred.
"Y-Yeah, baby, but that still doesn't make it right," Roy said weakly.
"I bet you'll like this, too," Molly chirped, then raised her head and kissed him on the mouth.
Again she caught him off guard. The next thing he knew his daughter was giving him a hot horny tongue-kiss. She forced his lips open and darted her juicy tongue inside, and Roy groaned and almost shot his load. While she explored his mouth with her tongue, and pressed her cuddly body against him, she was still pumping his cock, doing it faster and faster. Roy knew he was almost beaten. If he didn't get away from her now, he never would.
"Dammit, Molly, I said stop it!" he cried.
He jerked away from her steamy kiss and started prying her fingers from around his massively bloated cock. Molly realized he really meant it and that she'd better cool it for a moment. He was horny, all right, but his conscience was getting to him – that silly grownup conscience that said it wasn't right for father and daughter to make love. She had to do something to make him forget that stern message.
She let go of his cock and said, "Oh, all right, Daddy, I'll stop, but I think there's something you should know."
"What's that, sugar?" Roy said with a sigh of relief.
"This," Molly said, pulling off her shirt.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Roy had been after both his daughters to wear bras, but they refused, saying it was unnatural and uncomfortable. It really bothered him the way they ran around the house with those sweet tits bouncing and jiggling under their shirts. Now he knew the reason. The sight of his daughters' bobbing breasts had been making him lusty, even though he hadn't admitted it to himself.
Now here was Molly, pulling off her shirt and tossing it aside, sitting there bare breasted. She actually thrust her chest at him, showing off her adorable apple-sized tits. The globes were high-riding and capped with red nipples which were rigid with arousal. Roy couldn't suppress a low growl at the sight of those stiff nipples, and he just barely kept himself from reaching out and cupping his daughter's pretty creamy-fleshed tits.
"I'm a woman now, Daddy," Molly informed him. "You can't go treating me like a baby. I get horny, you know."
"Molly, you just watch your mouth," Roy said weakly, his eyes focused on her naked tits.
Molly saw where he was looking, and she quickly took advantage of the situation. She grabbed his hands and set them on her tits, squeezing and molding. Roy almost shot his load. His rigid cock was still sucking obscenely out of his pants, standing straight up and drooling thick hot cream. Molly left his hands on her tits and reached down to fist his cock again. She began to pump, and Roy groaned.
"Let's just give each other a little fun, Daddy," she said softly, "and then I'll go right to bed, I promise."
Roy didn't answer, and watching from the stairs, Sandy realized he was beaten. That glassy look in his eyes told her that Molly had won. Roy was just too horny to quit now. He had to come or go crazy with frustration. While Molly pumped his cock in both her hot fists, he squeezed and molded her tits. Sandy felt like applauding for her nut of a kid sister, but that wouldn't have been a very smart idea just then.
Molly gurgled with excitement as her dad's big hot hands massaged and molded her sensitive tits. At last, it was happening, she was really getting it on with a man – and it was even more exciting than she'd imagined. She loved pumping Daddy's cock. It was so smooth and hot and nice to touch. It really thrilled her to know that she was going to make her father come.
But she also wanted him to make her come, too. Now that she'd gotten him to touch her tits, maybe she could get him to go one step farther. Quickly she took one hand off his cock and unzipped the fly of her jeans. She grabbed one of Roy's big paws and stuck it down inside her panties. He groaned lustily as he touched the soft warm fur and the juicy hot flesh of her pussy.
"Make me come, Daddy," Molly pleaded, her eyes hot with need. "Let's get each other off. I need it real bad."
Again Roy didn't reply – but he didn't take his hand away, either. After all, the kid was jacking him off, and it was only fair that he return the favor. And he couldn't deny that the feel of her hot wet slit was driving him crazy with excitement. She let go of his hand, and he felt around till he found the pulsating bud of her clit. He began to rub it with a stiff finger, and Molly moaned delightedly and soaked his finger with a burst of molten cream.
"Oooooo, yeah, Daddy, that feels great," she squealed.
Sandy felt a sudden twinge of jealousy. At first she'd just been amused at what Molly was trying to do, then admiring as the kid actually began to get someplace with Daddy. But now she was wishing she was in Molly's place. She wanted so much to touch and explore a cock, and she would have given anything to have Daddy's stiff finger rubbing her clit. But Molly was having all the fun.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, I just love that," Molly gurgled.
I'll bet you do, Sandy thought gloomily. Not for the first time did she wish she had her younger sister's nerve. Sandy was the one with the good grades, the perfect lady, and Daddy was always on Molly's case to be more like her older sister. But when it came to mischief and adventures and having fun, Molly was always out in front. Sandy could have kicked herself for not being the first to come on to Daddy.
Well, it was too late now. All she could do was spy from the shadows and try to ignore the hot horny ache in her pussy. Molly's two fists were zipping up and down the fat shaft of Roy's cock, and his finger was sawing busily between her legs. Both of them were red-faced and panting, and it was obvious that they were both about to come. Sandy wanted to shove her hand down inside her jeans and get herself off, but it was just too risky.
"Darn it all," she moaned softly.
"Oooooo, Daddy, I'm gonna come," Molly was whimpering.
"Me, too, honey," Roy cried hoarsely. "Just keep doing that to me, don't stop."
He knew it was insane of him to be doing this with his own daughter, but it was too late to turn back now. Both of them were too achingly horny to quit. Maybe after they got off, they could think clearly. Maybe then he could explain to her why incest was wrong. But right now all that mattered was getting off. His balls felt ready to explode, and the searing heat of Molly's pussy told him that she was also right on the brink of coming.
"Unnnhhhhh, Daddy, here it comes," she gasped, "ohhhhhh, shit, oohhhhhhh!"
Roy was about to scold her for saying "shit", when he realized how ridiculous that would be under the circumstances. The next thing he knew, he was coming.
"Awwwwwww, Jesus, aaagghhh!" he roared.
Dizzily Molly watched the thick white wads of jizz shooting from his prick. She was fascinated, and so was Sandy, who watched intently from the stairs. Molly had succeeded in getting it on with Daddy, all right, but she still hadn't achieved the final goal. She hadn't gotten him to fuck her yet. Sandy wondered if even Molly could get that far. And she was about to find out.