Karen, Margo, and Nikki were still all asleep in the master bedroom a couple of hours later when Steve Andrews entered the house.
He knew that his son, Mark, had gone to a friend's house and would be spending the night there. That didn't explain why the house was dark and why no one was around to greet him.
He sniffed the air as he made his way toward the kitchen, wondering why he didn't smell any aromas of dinner in the making. When he saw that the kitchen was empty, too, he frowned, beginning to worry. Could something terrible have happened to his wife and daughters?
Steve took the stairs two at a time, his heart racing with concern for his family. He dashed into Margo's darkened bedroom, flicking on the light. Empty.
He rushed into Nikki's bedroom and turned on that light. He gasped, seeing the scattered piles of clothing on the floor. He frowned, guessing where the bitches were.
He quickly closed the distance between Nikki's room and the large bedroom ha shared with Karen.
Jesus, he thought, I can hardly believe that my own innocent girls would do such a perverted thing.
He inched open the door of the master bedroom and gasped again, Margo's head rested on Nikki's thigh. The girl's head was between her mother's splayed legs, her mouth still pushed up against Karen's cunt.
Steve Andrews closed the door of the room quietly as he had opened it and tiptoed back downstairs. He told himself that he had to remain calm. He went to the bar and poured himself a large drink, shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear his mind of the memory of what he had seen in his bedroom.
He sat down in the living room and downed his drink quickly. He rose and poured himself another, which he drank just as rapidly as the first. As if in a trance, he set his empty glass down on the coffee table and slowly climbed the stairs once again.
In Nikki's bedroom, he gazed down at the clothing on the floor. His eyes locked on Nikki's bra. He bent down and picked up the garment, noticing with surprise how large the cups were. He realized for the first time that his daughter was no longer a child. She was becoming a woman.
His mind spun. He was unsure how to handle this thing. Should he storm into his own bedroom, awaken his wife and children and have it out with them right then and there? Or should he just pretend that this thing had never happened?
He fingered his daughter's bra again, thinking that if tits were the measure of maturity, his daughter was a woman. How could he possibly deal with a young woman about something this delicate?
The vision of his daughter's sleeping face came to him, the vision of her naked and contented in bed with her own mother's cunt pressed against her mouth.
He fingered Nikki's bra again, recalling the curled posture of the girl, asleep in his bed, her thighs parted to hold her sister's head.
He groaned again, realizing, with a shudder of guilt, that he wanted his own daughter! He wanted Nikki! He realized that as he stood there with her bra in his hands, telling himself that he was only trying to calm down. In reality, he was stirring himself into a lust-filled state by going over the image of her lying in his bed.
Feeling desperate now, he ran back downstairs and poured himself another drink. He drank it. He stood still, his daughter's bra still in one hand, and breathed heavily as he saw a vision of the girl again.
This time she was a fantasy, a fantasy that he only wished were true. Nikki was standing nakedly before him, beckoning to him with one hand while using her other hand to cup her huge tits.
He shook his head to clear his mind of the forbidden image. Then he poured himself yet another drink. He downed the contents of his glass with one gulp. He felt a little numb.
The fingers of his left hand still clutched Nikki's bra and he trembled all over with sexual need.
"What the fuck am I agonizing about?" he said suddenly. "It's not as though I'm thinking of raping the hot cunt! I mean, if she's making it like that with her own sister and mother, she's hardly Little Miss Innocent. She's probably not even a virgin anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if she's been fucking her own brother! Hell, she's no better than a tramp, a big-titted tramp! She needs the firm hand of her father to set her straight… I'll fix her and I'll fix her good!"
He climbed the stairs again, this time knowing exactly what he would do. His steps were firm and determined as he moved quickly down the hall toward the master bedroom.
He quietly turned the doorknob, nearly gasping again when he saw the three naked bodies sprawled there so lewdly. In the dim light from the hallway, Nikki looked even younger and more desirable than before. She was an object of sexual desire… her father's desire. The man's balls ached with lust.
He stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, his eyes lingering on Nikki's full rich curves. His cock was throbbing between his legs, completely stiff and hard now.
Any inhibitions he had felt had been swept away. He felt slightly drunk and that feeling, combined with the heady sight of his daughter's smooth teenaged body sprawled nakedly before him, shattered the few small doubts that still clouded his mind.
He entered the room quietly, leaned over the bed and put one hand over Nikki's mouth. With the other hand, he shook her awake.
Nikki's eyes opened slowly at first. Then they widened in fear as she saw her father leaning over her naked body.
"Get up, Nikki," he whispered sternly. "Get out of that bed and follow me to your room."
Without speaking, her eyes downcast, Nikki slid from the bed and stood before her father. Obediently, she followed him to the hall and down its length to her own bedroom, all the while trying to still the wild racing of her heart.
Steve stood in his daughter's bedroom, waiting for her to enter. Then he snapped on the light and closed the door.
"You slut!" he roared.
The man's eyes ran from the girl's lovely face, down over her trembling tits, to the tangle of sparse pussy fur which was still damp from her incestuous orgy with her mother and sister.
"Oh, Dad, please don't be angry. I didn't…"
"You didn't what, you whore? Are you going to stand there and try to tell me that I didn't really see what I saw? That I didn't see you lying in your parents' bed with your sluttish mouth against your own mother's twat?" Steve bellowed.
"I can't speak for your whore of a mother, Nikki. God knows that I'm sorely disappointed in her. But, speaking just for myself, I've tried to raise you and your sister like decent young ladies and you wind up a tramp with your own mother and sister! You're probably fucking every cunt-hungry prick in your school!" Steve snarled angrily.
"No, Dad, honest! I'm not!" the girl said tremulously, her eyes filled with tears, her entire body shaking with fear and anxiety. She couldn't help but, wonder what sort of punishment her father had in store for her.
"Shut up, Nikki! I'm here to tell you one thing for sure! You're not going to get away with this!" Steve said, aware that the lust he felt for his girl might explode any minute.
"What… what are you gonna do?" Nikki asked nervously.
"I'm going to ask you something, Nikki, and I'm only going to ask it once. I want you to promise me that you'll answer me truthfully. Will you promise me that?" the man asked, trying to keep his emotions under control.
"Y-yes, Dad," Nikki answered meekly. "Have you been fucking your brother, Mark?" Steve asked sternly.
"Oh, Dad, please don't ask me that!" the girl cried desperately.
"Well, that's exactly what I am asking you and I want an honest answer right here and now!" Steve bellowed.
"Y-y-yes," Nikki said softly, her head hanging down.
"Yes what, slut?" Steve asked nastily.
"Yes, Mark and I… we've been fucking," she said so lowly that her father could barely hear her.
"Just as I thought," Steve said, sighing deeply and shaking his head. "Do you have anything else you want to tell me?"
Nikki trembled, thinking that she didn't dare tell her father anything more. He was already so angry! But she was afraid that if she didn't, he would find out anyway and then her punishment would be even more severe.
"I-I… Uncle Frank and I…"
"My God!" Steve cried, genuinely shocked. "Are you trying to tell me that you fucked with your own uncle?" He felt a twinge of envy, wishing that he had gotten to his daughter's pussy first.
"Y-yes. And Margo and I… we've been getting it on for a long time. And today Mom joined us and…"
"That's enough!" Steve shouted, his face a dangerous dark red now. He was unable to hear anymore, he was so consumed with jealousy and lust.
"What… what are you going to do with me, Dad?" the girl asked, her voice trembling in fear.
"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do with you, you whore! You slut? You obviously think you know all about fucking, do you? Well, then, I guess it's up to me to show you a thing or two about what fucking can really be like!" Steve yelled.
Nikki raised her head and stared at her father in amazement. He wanted her! Her own father wanted to fuck her! And, at that moment, as her pussy drooled with desire, she realized that she wanted him too.
Nikki took a step toward her father. She looked deep into his lust-glazed eyes. She reached one hand out and touched his hard-on, which was throbbing within the confines of his trousers.
"I'm sorry, Dad," she purred. "I'd never want to do anything to make you ashamed of me. Please don't be angry with me."
"I'm not angry any longer, Nikki," Steve said, moaning slightly as his daughter's hand continued to caress the huge bulge in his crotch. "But I am going to have to punish you, you know."
"I know," she breathed excitedly. "I have it coming! I want you to punish me, Dad!"
With a lust-filled groan, Steve reached out and pulled his girl tightly against him.