The strength of Brenda's incestuous desire was expressed by the aggressiveness shown by her during the first "accidental" sexual interlude with her father. Her assumption of the dominant "female on top" position for the actual sex act was probably prompted by this strong and previously unexpressed desire. It was certainly encouraged by the weakness shown by her father.
Here we have seen a classic example of the destruction of the family structure which Freud felt was the foundation of the barrier against incest. Children traditionally look to the father for strength, for the provision of food and comfort, and for protection. And, without knowing it, children look to the father for affection that is very much akin to sexual love. Freud was aware of this last when he wrote:
"Children themselves behave from an early age as though their dependence on the people looking after them were in the nature of sexual love. Anxiety in children is nothing more than an expression of the fact that they are feeling the loss of the person they love."
When Brenda's father succumbed totally to his grief, thus losing the image of the strong father who provides and protects, he opened the way for her to express these hidden feelings of sexual love.
The actions of Brenda's father, following the death of his wife, seem to bear out the following theory from the writings of Freud:
"… an adult who has become neurotic owing to his libido being unsatisfied behaves in his anxiety like a child; he begins to be frightened when he is alone, that is to say when he is taken away from someone of whose love he had felt secure, and he begins to assuage this fear by the most childish measures, casting about for another object of love… often a sexual object."
Long-running incestuous relationships such as the one between Brenda and her father are probably a rarity. Due to the closeness of most families within the structure of our society the opportunity for such a relationship is seldom present. The presence of other family members prevents such an arrangement, or, at least, discourages it.
Such an arrangement would quickly be discovered within a total family unit; and it is probably for this reason that most incestuous relationships — be they between daughter and father, brother and sister or between mother and son — are usually one time occurrences, or, at the most, brief affairs. That is to say, they are more likely to be quite like the "accidental" sexual contact which Brenda described, though hers was only a beginning.
These brief sexual involvements between members of the same family occur when both opportunity and arousal rear their heads in unison — as mentioned previously — and, for various reasons, including moral restrictions and the always present chance of discovery, seldom lead to prolonged affairs. Brenda's case was totally different.
With no mother present to represent the chance of discovery, and having severed other social contacts, she was free to develop her own moral code, to continue the affair with her father as a small part of the barrier against incest — a reminder that she was, after all, her father's daughter, not his wife. Brenda's incestuous relationship with her father may well have been a major reason for the sexual promiscuity of Terri, the younger sister.
"Kids have big eyes," as Brenda put it, and the knowledge that her father was regularly having intercourse with his own daughter, Terri's older sister, is certain to have contributed heavily to the destruction of any moral code the young girl may have been taught or developed on her own… Any taboo against casual intercourse, for instance, would surely seem ridiculous to a child who knows that those who seek to impose it are acting in violation of the strongest taboo of all — the taboo against incest.
"Do as I say, not as I do," is seldom a good philosophy by which to rear a child. And so the stage was set for Terri's entry into the world of incest. She was aware that Brenda and her father were regularly engaged in coitus: she was already past the age of first sexual experience, and Brenda had decided to introduce her to the bed of her father.
There are few statistics available regarding the frequency of what is probably best described as "multiple incest". That term is used in reference to a situation where incest, once begun, is repeated within the family. It does seem safe to assume, however, that the barrier against incest, once it has fallen, will never again be erected, and that a father who has passed the barrier with one daughter will find the barrier no longer exists when he is provided the opportunity to repeat the act with another.
In any case, Brenda had reached her decision.
"Christ, you're raunchy tonight," Daddy said as I knelt beside him on the bed, teasing his cock and balls with my fingers, getting ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck him off. He knew that I had to be really horny before I would blow him without being asked, or at least encouraged, and I was going after his cock like a dog goes after a bone. And his cock — hot and rigid inside the moving circle of my fingers — was a pretty good bone to be going after. As I bent low and fitted my lips around the smooth head of it, I heard him say, in a teasing voice, "What's gotten into you to make you so eager tonight?"
"That's the problem," I said, turning my head so that the smooth tip of his prick was resting against my cheek and I was smiling into his face. "Nothing's gotten into me yet… And it never will unless you stop talking and let me get down to the business of sucking this dick."
"Suck away, Dolly," he said as I stuck out my tongue then, turning my head, slowly licked a circle around the purplish head of his tool. I heard him exhale loudly, and he shifted his hips on the rumpled sheets.
Holding his cock in the grasp of my right hand and slowly and steadily and methodically licking the upper inches of it, I pressed the index finger of my left hand deep into the yielding, wrinkled and hair-covered flesh that covered his nuts. I heard him moan. But it was a moan of pleasure, I knew I had long ago learned that he liked a tiny bit of pain with his sex, especially when his cock was being sucked. I liked to give him that pain — especially when I was horny.
And I was certainly horny tonight!
My case of the hot pants had started earlier in the evening, when I'd finally, bluntly and openly, suggested to Terri that she could try fucking Daddy herself, if she was really so jealous about the whole thing. Her reactions surprised me, and left me so hot between the legs I'd been able to think of nothing else for the rest of the day.
"Would you… would the two of you really let me go to bed with you?" she'd asked almost shyly… and although that may not have been exactly what she'd meant, the rest of my day had been filled with visions of the three of us in a tangle of naked flesh.
"Rub your nipples against the head of it, the way that almost makes me unload," Daddy pleaded. His hands slipped between my naked thighs, one stroking me there the other rubbing my cunt, as I raised my mouth from the head of his cock. It glistened wetly.
I crouched over him with my tits hanging beneath me. I used my hand to guide his cock so that it brushed my stiffened nipples, first one, then the other. His fingers slipped inside my cunt, and I felt the same excitement I always feel when I know that the cock being teased by the touch of my nipples will soon be inside my cunt… stroking me, pumping at me, flooding me with come. I thought of Terri and wondered if the simple touch of her young tits against his cock would bring him this close to coming. Probably. Her tits were becoming quite beautiful.
"How about between the tits, Dolly?" he asked in a coarse whisper. His eyes were closed, and I smiled as I realized that was one way he wouldn't be able to put it to Terri. Not for a while. Not until her tits got a little bigger. I placed a long, loving kiss on the head of his cock, then rolled onto my back.
As he mounted me and lay his cock in the deep cleft between my tits, the head of it pointing straight at my face, his knees on the bed close to my armpits, I rested my arms across his hard thighs and used my hands to press the soft flesh of my tits inward against his prick. He braced his hands above my head and smiled down at me. His cock moved in the valley of flesh that surrounded it. Slowly at first, and not a very long stroke, then faster. The hair of his balls tickled my skin pleasingly. A long stroke brought the head of his cock close to my mouth.
Raising my head from the pillow and straining upward, I captured the head of his cock in the soft oval of my lips. He shoved it deeper, withdrew the slightest bit, then thrust it at me once more. All I was able to reach was the head and perhaps another inch, but it was enough; as he strained to supply me with more of his cock, my hands were working at my tits in a way that caused the valley of flesh around the staff of his cock to open and close; it was tight against his cock on one stroke, on the next he was left free to ram it toward my waiting and eager mouth.
As he began driving his prick faster and faster between the artificial cunt formed by the combination of my tits and mouth, I found my legs flexing in a mirror-like reflection of the motion my hands were performing on my breasts. They scissored open, closed, and opened again, each movement added to the heat of my cunt. I released one tit.
Reaching somehow around his body I flattened my spread fingers on the hard little mound above my cunt and, as Daddy moaned and drove his prick in and out of my mouth with strokes that were increasingly faster and more urgent, I applied exquisite pressure to my pussy. My ass lifted and moved in tiny circles.
My fingers parted the lips of my cunt, found the hard little clitoris, and went to work on it. My pelvis settled into the motions of fucking, and my back arched upward from the bed as I brought myself to a tremendous climax. Daddy must have sensed my excitement…
He pushed himself forward almost violently, his body shifting so much that I could feel his hairy balls dangling down between my tits, his inner thighs touching the outside curves of them. The suddenness of it caused his cock to slip from my mouth, and the first spurt of his come erupted against the side of my face, warm against my cheek, sticky droplets of it spraying into my hair, my eyebrow, onto my forehead…
He reached down quickly and inserted his prick into my open mouth, spraying great, hot globules of come across my face as he did so. As I sucked hard on his limbering prick, feeling my cheeks hollow from the suction, I could feel the warm overflow of come that trickled out of my mouth, across my lower lip, and onto my chin where it joined his previous ejaculation. He stayed above me until I had sucked his cock back to softness.
Later that night, after he had fucked away the horniness that had plagued me all day, I began dropping the hints about Terri. When I told him I was sure she was being screwed by somebody, a look of astonishment crossed his handsome face.
"She's just a kid," he said. I smiled, lewdly, I suppose, then said, "Have you looked at her lately? That kid is one hot little number."
His expression told me that he had, indeed, been looking at her; and a few days later, days that were filled with increasingly broad hints about Terri, hints that brought no objection from him, I knew he was ready.
We went to him on a Friday night.
Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently on the slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course through her slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double bed, wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were once again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. She wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay.
She wanted to stay… and be fucked, just as we had planned.
Daddy looked surprised, but both of us — me and him — knew that he was pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but he had made no objection.
And now she was here.
He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us.
"She knows about us. She's known for a long time," I said as I crossed the room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister.
She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her tits. She wore no bra — as her titties were only now approaching the stage when she would need one — and the little nipples were seen as darker circles at the dome of each breast.
At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of darkness — perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around her cunt, perhaps it was not — and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until I motioned for her to join us on the bed.
My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my cunt.
"Baby, you don't have to do this," I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my lip pressed against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there.
"I want to do it, Daddy," she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice breaking. She seemed ready to cry. "I love you. I love you just like Brenda does… and I…" Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms.
I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper, then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and locked her lips to his.
Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs.
Her gown had worked its way up above her rump — or maybe he had tugged it there — and now his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her delightful little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan of her legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched his fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink flesh of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the caresses of his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view.