"After fuck number two, which lasted at least twenty minutes, they still weren't done. Granny was holding Heather upside-down by the hips, munching away at that little beaver. Heather had her legs out in the splits, facing us with her head resting on the cushion between Granny's parted thighs, off in Never-Never Land. An hour later, when we had to head back, I had to put Heather's clothes on her and pull her off your father's dick to do that."
"No shit. Well, I can see Dad getting some if Heather was naked in the same room with him."
"I left them alone with her to get some beer and smokes. When I got back, maybe twenty minutes later, he was massaging her womb with three fingers, talking trash to her about putting some sperm in it for her while your mother was right beside him showing Heather her pussy, up close and personal.
Heather was laid out flat on her back across both laps with her head between your mother's parted legs, and she remained in that position for the whole hour, watching your mother masturbate while getting her holes fingered between several aborted fuck attempts."
"Dad tried to fuck her?"
"Several times with your mother assisting. She did get a few inches of spongy cock stuffed in, but the rest just folded when he pushed. Two fucks in a row is his limit. When I said we had to go, your mother was asking Heather to sniff her pussy for the umpteenth time. Every time your mother had an orgasm or took a break, she wanted Heather to smell it, and to accomplish that, she would roll to her side and cock the top leg so the head and cunt would match up. Heather got her face totally wet from sniffing your mother's pussy."
"Why didn't she lick it?"
"Heather would have but she was only invited to sniff. She may as well have been eating. She had her nose up the hole with her face full in it. She sniffed the fuck out of it for as long as the leg was cocked, and that leg would remain cocked for three to five minutes at a stretch.
It looked like an eat out. Heather used her nose like a tongue, explored every nook and cranny of Granny. She exaggerated the sniffs and made pleasing noises.
Your mother sure enjoyed it.
Heather gave her what she wanted. I just got tired of watching it, to tell you the truth. Your dad couldn't get it up hard enough to fuck her and your mom was content to frig off and get sniffed.
It was time to go."
"What did Heather say about it when you got in the car?"
"Nothing. We never talk about those things, never have. They're just done.
Monday was the first time Heather and I actually discussed this shit. Even then, there wasn't much to discuss. We each knew where the other was coming from; we just had a few wrinkles to iron out."
"Such as?"
"Such as her attitude about physical abuse. That was the chief topic. She was candid and so was I. I told her I would do almost anything to her to amuse Sarah, that I'd make her suffer terribly just to amuse Sarah, that I'd show no pity or mercy whatsoever, that I expected her to take it without begging for mercy, and that if she cried uncle, all sex with her would cease and there'd be no going back. It was all or nothing."
"Christ, Sue, talk about pressure."
"Sorry, but I couldn't have her picking and choosing what was done, and I wanted her to think about the worst case scenario when making her decision. She thinks she's a masochist and swears she'll never cry uncle, and she expects this to get bloody messy with her pussy being used as my ashtray.
I think we're okay to venture into this thing, as ready as we'll ever be, anyway. Now that I have Sarah backed off the blood and searing shit, I can get with Heather on this passing out thing.
Sarah will be a cinch to fool. Heather can suffer a little, ham it up a lot, then pass out. I'll splash ice water on her and work her ass over some more.
Sarah will be thrilled, totally satisfied, and Heather will get a charge out of it. Don't sweat this abuse thing."
"I'll speak with Heather about this in the morning. I don't doubt what you say, I just need to get okay with her for my part. I know you'll look after her when you have her. I also want to hear Heather's side of the story you told, just to get her take on it. I find it fascinating that my folks are child molesters and would molest my child, their grandchild."
"I'll come clean on that score.
They had to. I made it a condition of further sex. They did what they did reluctantly, and this last trip they were warned to stop fucking around and do it right. They tried. Your father couldn't get it hard enough because his heart just wasn't in it, and your mother could not bring herself to order Heather to lick. They enjoyed what they did, but they aren't child molesters at heart.
They feel like child molesters, now, and that's what I was after.
Next time will be better."
"This still doesn't mean they'd like watching their granddaughter being bred to a beast, or stick around while it's done."
"Correction… daughter."
"What are you saying?"
"Heather is your father's daughter.
I made certain of it. Your rubber didn't leak. You've been fucking your sister."
"Well, fuck me to tears. No wonder they were reluctant. They must know."
"Of course. The conception was planned and it was your mother that got me pregnant with Heather."
"Wait just a god damn, mother fucking minute! Would you explain that in plain English?"
"Sure, she sucked off your father and then transferred the sperm from her mouth to my womb about twenty times during my fertile cycle, nine months before Heather was born. You were in boot camp. Not only did your rubber not leak, Heather wasn't born premature. She came right on time.
Your mother knocked me up. Your mother is your sister's father, too. Still confused?"
"No, it all makes perfect sense in your world, and we're all just players in it. Does Heather know?"
"No, and she won't unless you tell her. It would be devastating to her if she were to ever find out. I would also keep this knowledge from your folks. They aren't proud of this and it's a subject best left alone. Heather is your daughter."
"That's fine with me. In fact, I wish you had kept it from me."
"I do too. I feel terrible about that, now. I'm in a confessing mood, I guess.
I'm also in the mood to tease and torment my spouse. I'm awful like that.
I just hate myself when I do that to you. You know, Jack, I might have made that up just to get your goat."
"Quit fucking with me. Is she or isn't she? No, never mind. I'm back to not being sure, which has always been the case. I'm not stupid, Sue. I knew if I wasn't her father it had to be Dad. I'm right back where I started. Let's just leave it at that."
"Okay, but I have a film of Heather being conceived in front of twenty witnesses, but you probably don't want to see that. Oral conception is awfully messy and takes a long time. Your mother had to get naked or risk staining her pretty dress. Oral conception always make me lose bladder control."
Jack looked down and combed fingers through his hair, let out a long breath in a sigh and said, "Bring that one, too. Fuck! You do want this brought out in the open, don't you?"
"Do you really have to ask, silly spouse. Why do you think I had it put on film? I knew that, one day, she'd want her father to knock her up and she'd need to know which cock to hop on."
"Aw fuck! Is there no end to this?"
"Nope, 'fraid not, not in my world, and you're stuck in it. Get comfortable. My world is better than any other. You'll see."