Incestuous Encounters

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Once over the precipice, the fall cannot be suspended. I had no parachute to slow my plummet. There was another aspect of all this that speeded up my descent, if anything. Her eyes opened wide and stared into mine. "It's going to happen again, Daddy!"

It turned out that she wasn't aware, at least not on a personal level, that she could have multiple orgasms. Like most inexperienced lovers, she and Sam had always stopped after their first orgasm. Now, though, as she became intimately aware that she could have another one, her movements got jerky as she tried hard to reach it.

"Calm down," I panted. "You have all the time in the world."

I felt something where her belly touched mine and looked down to see Junior rolling in her womb. Her excitement was transmitted to him and his feet were all over the front wall of his enclosure. She must have felt it too, because she sat bolt upright and her hands went to her belly, feeling her son moving. Her hips never stopped, though, and her whole body shook as her cum arrived and made her pussy suck at my prick again. 



"Oh wow," she gasped. "Oh wow ... oh Daddy!"

Seeing her holding her belly like that, while she came on my cock was another of those pinnacles that I wasn't aware one could reach. Judy had lost interest in sex around her 5th month of pregnancy each time around, so I had never been in this situation before. 

This orgasm must have been a little more sedate, because she slowed and finally just sat, still impaled, while her hands made little circles on her belly, as if she were trying to soothe her anxious baby.

"He's going crazy in there," she panted.

"I've heard that an orgasm is like a contraction," I suggested. "He's just telling you he's not ready to leave his nice warm room yet. If you get off he'll probably calm down."

"I don't want to get off," she complained. "I've missed this so much."

"This is crazy, baby," I sighed as some modicum of common sense crept back into my mind. "We shouldn't have done this."

"No it's not," she said firmly. "and yes we should. We should have been doing this for a long time."

"You're nuts," I groaned.

"No I'm not. I've wanted this ever since I saw you sneaking looks at my pussy while I was doing sit-ups and knew that you got hard because of it."

I gulped. "You saw that?"

She smiled. "Of course I saw that. I liked it. Why do you think I never wore any panties on our runs? I sneaked peeks at you too. I couldn't believe you were going commando for me, though. Were you?"

"No!" I gasped. "I just didn't have a jock."

"Well anyway, I came back from every run horny. And you always went right to your room. I just knew you were doing what Sam used to do when I teased him. That made me horny too. Was I right, Daddy? Were you in there beating off?"

"Yes," I groaned. My prick was as stiff now as it had ever been. Whether the little squeezes her pussy was making were intentional or just instinct I didn't know, but I was horny as all get out.

"I did too, you know. Seeing your hairy balls and that beautiful strong penis of yours got me going. I'd lie on my bed rubbing like crazy, thinking about you lying on your bed rubbing like crazy." She grinned at me. "But you're not beating off now," she said. The clasp of her pussy tightened and I realized she'd been doing it on purpose. "I'm so glad you're not wasting it any more. I miss Sam so much, and you're as close as I can get to him right now.



"So I'm just the next best thing?" I complained.

"I love you, Daddy. It's different than the way I love Sam. I love you both the same way, but different too." 

Women always think that everything they say makes sense.

"And it's because I love you that I want to take care of you too," she said. She began to move her hips again. Her hands had stopped, just cupping her belly, and they began to make circles again. She looked down. "Wake up, Junior, we're going to go again. Pay attention, because some day you're going to make some girl happy like this."

I was no novice. I had created two babies, and had sex countless times. In the next ten minutes, however, I learned the difference between just having sex ... and making love. Her pussy was like a furnace, gripping me tightly and then relaxing, as if it were taking a breath. She sped up and slowed down her movements. Watching her have an orgasm, and then another, reminded me of what the kids had been like when they were much much younger, and were taken into a major chain toy store for the first time. As she shuddered through her fourth orgasm, and Junior kicked again, I gave up staving off my own release. My prick seemed to scream and, heavy as she was, I lifted her knees off the bed briefly as my prick gave her pussy another sperm bath.



If there was a word for the new relationship I had with my daughter during the seven months I was aware she was pregnant, it was 'escalation.' Once she broke a barrier, it not only stayed broken, but she pressed on.

Once we'd made love, she had no reluctance to be as fully sexual as she could be. She began walking around naked in the house. She said it was because it was a pain to get dressed, but that didn't match with the fact that she seemed to want lots of hugs and kisses. I've heard that some women are more horny during pregnancy. I'd never met one before, but she convinced me that what I'd heard was true.

Within another month, though, a problem arose she hadn't anticipated. She was in the second half of her 8th month. She was carrying the baby low which, according to an old wife's tale, supported my belief that her baby was a boy. But riding me began to get uncomfortable. 

I introduced her to doggy style sex and she was happy again. She didn't like it as much as being face to face, and sometimes I had to reach around and diddle her clitty while I fucked her, but she invariably got off. 

When, in her 9th month it got too uncomfortable for even doggy style sex, I went down on her for the first time, something I found out Sam had never done. Like having her nipples sucked, she loved getting her pussy sucked too, and I spent hours doing it. She also learned how to masturbate me, and became an expert at it. I'll never forget the first time she decided to take my cock into her mouth. She was very tentative about it for maybe the first minute, but then got into it. Another minute later she pulled off with a look of wonder on her face and smacked her lips.



"I'm a cock-sucker!" she said, sounding amazed. "And I love it! I'll never think about that term the same way again!" 
But we also just lay and cuddled a lot too. I spent more hours rubbing lotion into her belly and breasts too, which had gotten tender as they became fully engorged. She still loved having her nipples sucked, though, and it was while I was doing that that another surprise announced itself.

I tasted something slightly bitter and she shuddered and let out a whining "Ooooooo."

I stopped and looked up at her.

"I felt this pain!" she complained. "It hurt, all of a sudden, right around the nipple!" She frowned. "But it was a good kind of pain, sort of."

We both looked at the nipple that had complained and saw droplets of clear fluid appearing all over the surface of the extended flesh.

"Milk!" I gasped.

"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "How wonderful!"

Tentatively I leaned down and licked at the nipple.

"Suck!" she commanded. "It's not milk. It's colustrum, but it will turn into milk if you keep sucking."

I did and got a little more of that slightly bitter taste, before it turned sweet and warm as her breast began producing what was suddenly a prodigious amount of sweet, warm milk. She sighed and her head fell back.

"I'm going to love nursing!" she groaned.

Oddly, the other breast didn't start producing until half a day later, but after that I had what seemed like a full time job relieving the pressure in her breasts.

She went into labor two days later.

She was a week early, at least according to the due date the doctor had pronounced. I got on the phone, but the Army wasn't impressed that one of their soldier's sister was having a baby. He'd already put in for his leave based on the due date, and they wouldn't let him go early.

But I was trained, and I loved her, so I found myself reminding her to breathe, and panting with her, making the silly sounds that aren't actually silly at all, and which help a woman through what a man can only try to imagine pain is like. She purely loved having a tennis ball pressed into her back, to the left side of her spine, to relieve the ache there.

She was a trooper. It took eighteen hours for her to coax the eight pound, seven ounce baby ... girl ... out of her womb.

Yes, Junior is a girl. I still call her that today, but that's another story.

Anyway, Chrissy and I were already home with Robin when Sam got home. Despite the fact that he was a little late, their reunion was heartwarming. It was so strange to see that big, strapping lawman gently holding his little girl so tenderly. Chrissy glowed with happiness for the week he was there.

Life can be hard for a teenage mother. Just trying to finish college can be challenge enough to keep a girl busy. Pile on top of that the childcare involved with an infant and it's easy for her to lose heart. I was so proud of Chrissy, though. She handled her frustration well, and was never short or hostile to Robin. She never complained that she didn't get to go out with her girlfriends. It was like some girls were just born to be mothers, and Chrissy was one of them.

I helped, of course. Like I had taken on the role of surrogate lover, I took on the role of surrogate father as well. Sam was in constant contact, though his calls came at sometimes odd times. He was on rotating shifts, but his free time was his own and he usually used it to call and talk for an hour or two. I got maybe ten minutes of that talk time and then handed the phone to Chrissy while I took Robin to play with or rock to sleep or change or whatever.

Sam didn't make it back for graduation, but Chrissy didn't care. I sat in the audience and watched her walk across the stage. I held Robin and pointed out her mother, which made the woman sitting next to me sniff, but I didn't care.

Chrissy didn't want to go out and celebrate graduation with her friends. I think her circle of friends shrank a bit when she had the baby. Some boys still hit on her, but the girls shied away. Maybe they thought motherhood was communicable. It is, but not the way they were thinking.

That night Chrissy put Robin down and came back to the living room, where I was sitting, watching TV. She sat down beside me.

"We haven't done this in ages," she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"You've been busy," I said.

I felt an almost electric shock as her hand wandered into my lap.

"There are a bunch of other things we haven't done lately too."

"You're not pregnant any more," I croaked. My prick must have been lonely, because he perked up at the feel of her hand.

"I don't have to be pregnant to love you," she said softly. "And I don't have to be pregnant to get horny," she added.

"Oh." It was the best I could come up with in the moment.

"I'm so glad the six weeks will be over in a few days."

"Six weeks?" I asked.

"The six weeks the doctor said I have to wait after giving birth before I can have sex again," she said.

I resisted.

Well ... I resisted for 4 more days.

She complained that Robin had fallen asleep while nursing, and that her breasts were complaining. All I had to do, so she said, was lessen the pressure.

Of course once I latched onto a fat nipple and got mouthfuls of warm milk, I was a goner.

It was so completely different than before. I had never touched her in a sexual manner when she didn't have a swollen belly. She'd gotten one of those three wheeled baby carriages with bike tires on it and had resumed running as soon as she could. Robin seemed to love being bounced along. Now, after long runs with her daughter, Chrissy was in great shape again. I'd seen her nursing Robin, of course, so seeing her breasts wasn't odd, but when she stood up and stripped, her flat-again belly, below those full breasts, and above pussy lips that she'd kept shaved after giving birth, made my balls ache.

It was also completely different being on top of her. With her legs thrown wide, and her pelvis thrusting up at me as I sank deep into her, her moan of happiness and her arms around me almost made me lose it again, like an inexperienced teenager.

I got control, though, and showed her what an experienced man could do to a willing woman. Six orgasms later she panted, "OH Daddy, that was so wonderful, but I've had enough. I'm done. Now it's your turn. I want to feel you squirt in me."

She was nursing. That's supposed to provide some protection, or so they say.

I went deep and gave my baby girl a belly full of what had created the darling little girl sleeping in the next room. I didn't fully realize, until then, how much I'd missed doing this too.

I was completely happy in my role as surrogate father and surrogate lover. Chrissy seemed completely happy too. I made enough money that the added expense of a baby in the house was no big deal. She talked about finding a job to help out, but obviously enjoyed being a mother so much that I encouraged her to wait a while.

And that really was why I encouraged her not to work. Honest! She did love being a mother. It had nothing to do with the fact that it put Chrissy and me together most of the day. It had nothing to do with the fact that Chrissy loved to get well fucked each time her daughter ate, which was often. Granted, it was mighty fine that I went from getting no sex to getting more sex than I could handle, but that wasn't the reason I encouraged her to stay home.

And I wasn't trying to get her pregnant. I really believed that nursing kept a woman from ovulating. And she hadn't had a period since Robin was born, so when she kept not having periods neither of us thought it was odd.

She began weaning Robin at eight months.

Sam took leave again for Robin's first birthday. He took the whole month that he'd saved up. He had a little more than a year left on his enlistment contract and he was talking about getting out and finding a job with a police department in some town where they didn't know that he and Chrissy were brother and sister. 

He did try to get her pregnant that month.

But, as it turned out, he got home too late for that.

The End

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