Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2007 23:15:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: Kendall <kendallhart@myway.com>
Subject: After World's End, Part 4

This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for reading by anyone
under the age of 18.  All characters and events portrayed in this story are
fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental.
Do not read further if you are under 18 or if pornography is illegal in the
area in which you live.

Comments may be sent to kendallhart@myway.com -- No flames please, I
shouldn't have to deal with that after posting here.  More to come -- I
just don't know when.

After World's End, Part 4

By and copyright Kendall Hart, 2007

(gg, Gg, ggggg, Mg, MG, MGg, Mgg, inc, ped, cons, d/s)

Five year-old Kelly Grant sucked me to my first orgasm of the day -- and
her efforts and my reactions woke the other girls.  After sucking me clean,
Kelly couldn't kiss me, as Harmony Blake was kneeling over my face while I
ate her pussy, so she instead buried her face in the nearest unoccupied
pussy (Katie's) and ate her ferociously.

Before long, we moved out to the living room of the RV half of our military
RV/storage vehicle, and there I fucked each of the Blake twins, amazed at
how wonderful they both were, how *into it.* It wasn't horribly different
from my first time fucking Katie, save that each girl laid beside her twin
sister and kissed her and caressed her while I made love to the other.

After fucking Melody, I put my foot down (and my pants on) and made
breakfast.  My sister was still over a thousand miles away, if she was
alive, and I needed to know if she was alive, get to her if she was.  By
pre-making lunch, and driving straight through while the girls ate and I
munched a couple sandwiches while driving, I managed to get ten hours at an
average speed of 35 mph in.  The highways were fairly clear, sure -- but
only fairly, after the plague that had all but wiped out humanity.  Lots
had panicked and tried to drive away from urban centers, and died on the
highway.  Tough drive.

After supper, I got a real (and new) treat.  The girls -- my original girls
-- knew that I was good for a maximum of six orgasms after a long and quiet
day, and had passed the word.  Sara had explained about how she liked it
rough sometimes, and the younger girls accepted it, wanted to see it.  So
that night, before we started, the six of them matched or played
eenie-meanie-miney- mo or . . . something, and picked the one girl who
wouldn't have sex with me that night at all, so that Sara could show the
new girls about rough fucking and rough cocksucking.  Jenny lost, but took
it well, as the others devoted the afternoon drive to making her come her
brains out.

So first, I fucked Katie with her on my lap, cuddled up to my chest,
sighing happily between more boisterous cries of orgasm.  Then Kelly asked
me to fuck her "some new way, you choose," and I did her doggie-style while
she ate Sara's pussy.

Then I fucked Sara's mouth, going as violently as she'd come to love, hand
twisted in her hair, pounding into her mouth almost brutally -- and she
came constantly, never touching herself to make it happen.

Then I fucked Sara with her on her belly, pressed down under my weight,
shoulders pinned in place by my elbows resting just in front of them, body
pinned down by a good deal of my weight.  I fucked her hard -- and she
screamed for more, and harder, after every orgasm.

As soon as I'd finished fucking Sara, Jenny gave me the "clean up" suck in
her sister's place -- then slid under Sara to begin eating her.

"So, ladies," I said to the twins.  "What would you like to do?"

"Well, later, I'm gonna want you to fuck my mouth and my pussy that hard,"
Melody said.  "But tonight . . . we wanna try somethin' that lets us both
have fun with you at once.  And each other."

"Doggie style while the one being fucked eats the other?" I guessed, that
being very popular with my original trio.

"No, better," Harmony said, blushing.  "We seen some porn on the net --
Sara and Jenny and Katie never did, I guess, their parents had computer
nanny stuff on them, I guess.  But we remember one thing and we wanna do
it."

"I'll try it," I said.  "So long as there's no butt-fucking involved,
anyway."

"No, that's gotta be gross," Harmony said.  She came to me, kissed me,
stroked my cock, then straddled me, facing away.  "This should be awesome,
though."

She lowered herself onto my cock, moving pretty slowly, as, while she was
wet, this position was new to her, and a little awkward at first.

Then I was in Harmony's pussy all the way, and she was whimpering in
delight.

And then Melody spread my legs a little more than they were, moved between
them -- and leaned in to lick her twin sister's clit.  Harmony came *right
then* (so did Melody, of course -- they seemed unsurprised by it, and were
puzzled over why it surprised all the rest of us) -- and it felt like she
was about to tear my dick off.  And Melody kept her lips and tongue working
on Harmony's pussy even as I (involuntarily) started moving, thrusting in
and out of that sweet little pussy.  I had to bite my lips to keep from
screaming as Melody's tongue worked against the shaft of my cock while she
ate her sister, and Harmony's orgasms made fucking her an adventure in
timing -- I had to be careful not to try to thrust in as she clamped down.
The twin sensations of little-girl pussy and little-girl tongue on my cock
made me lose it again, and my conscious mind went away, leaving only the
pleasure-savage.

After a surprisingly short time, I came, dumping a larger fifth load than
usual -- the only fifth load that had ever been bigger was the first time I
fucked Katie's mouth that first night, I think -- into Harmony's sweet
little pussy while her orgasm milked me dry.  Once I softened and was
forced out, Melody simply moved closer and began eating her twin's pussy a
little more vigorously, lapping my come out with delight.  And of course,
Harmony's writhing and that beautiful sight of an eight year-old eating her
twin sister's pussy drove me back to fully erect.

They switched, after Harmony had come three times under her sister's
tongue, and again, I came faster than I thought I could, and produced more
sperm than I thought possible.  After Harmony had cleaned all my come out
of Melody's pussy, I kissed all six girls good night, and went to bed while
they carried on with their mini-orgy.

The next day, we passed a group of four people -- the only other adult male
I'd seen to date, an adult female, and two girls of about Sara's age -- and
we stopped and got out after passing them.  They approached cautiously, and
we had a brief dialogue.  They refused to join us, they were going to
Southern California to check on the woman's family, then probably to settle
on the coast somewhere.  Even the temptation of "a place that has power,
still" couldn't sway them.

One thing about the dialogue that made me . . . a little less tense; they
were very obviously two couples.  Adult man (close to my age, probably) and
13-ish girl were one couple, and the woman (25 to 28) and the 12-ish girl
were another.  I wasn't the only person who'd adapted to the lack of laws
about relationships, then.  Good.

About halfway across Wyoming, somebody tried to attack us as we drove by an
exit to a small town.  They were using ordinary rifles, though, which
couldn't even damage the *windows* of the "Grand Hotel" (as soldiers called
the rolling Officer's-Quarters-slash-supply-vehicle that we were in), let
alone pierce the body.  I accelerated, left them behind, and called
reassurances back to the girls, who were, of course, frightened.  That day,
they were glad that we weren't stopping for lunch -- more distance between
us and the "assholes" before stopping was fine with them.

As we got closer to Idaho, I got more and more nervous, for two reasons:
First, what if Beth wasn't in Central Point?  What if she'd . . . died?

And second, if she *hadn't* died, if she was there waiting for me . . . how
the high-rolling fuck was I supposed to explain to my sixteen year-old
sister that I was fucking six girls ranging from age five to age 13?  And
deeply in love with each of them, in a peculiar fashion that combined
parental feelings, romantic love, and mad passion?

Not easy, that.  I was worried.

Sara helped, listened to me, helped explain to the other girls that, if we
found Beth, we'd have to be very quiet about our relationship until I found
a way to tell her.

"In fact, I think it's gonna be a tough few days," Beth said.  "We're all
gonna have to pretend to be just friends and sisters for a while -- sex
only at night, late, or when Beth's not around, and for god's sake, scream
into a pillow if you scream when you come!"

Sara wouldn't even consider that Beth might have died.  "No way," she said.
"The news said -- before everything went off the air -- that women survived
at a more than four-to-one rate better than men, and that siblings showed a
strong thingamie -- if your brother or sister lived, you were *way* more
likely to.  Since she wasn't sick that late in the mess, and you lived --
she's alive.  Dummy."

We stopped a little early the night before arriving at Central Point.  I
could have gotten us there with an hour and a half of extra driving.
Instead, I stopped an hour early, made a big, big supper, and gave my six
little lovers the best sex I could.  I let each choose what they wanted.
They drew lots for the order I'd do them in, and each girl got one orgasm
from me.

Sara had me fuck her mouth in the shower, with her head against the wall
and no room for retreat.  I found new strength and endurance for her, and
did it harder than ever, and managed to hold off coming for quite a while.

Harmony wanted me to fuck her while her sister ate her out.  That was as
intense as ever, with one twin on my cock, the other twin's tongue laving
my cock as she ate her sister's pussy.  And of course, Melody cleaned my
come out of Harmony afterwards.

Jenny wanted fucked up against the wall -- but facing the wall.  That was
new and different, and a little awkward -- but we both loved it.  She came
buckets, I came hard, and the only downside was a little bit of arm-strain
from holding her up, since her legs couldn't wrap around me.

Katie asked me to fuck her up against the wall, too -- new, for her -- but
she faced me, wrapped arms and legs around me to cuddle.  She asked for me
to go harder than usual, and I did -- nothing like what I did to Sara on a
regular basis, but pretty hard, considering that Katie was only eight.

Kelly . . . Kelly had brought something from home that day after we'd found
them that she understood turned me on, though she didn't understand why,
really, and now she held it and asked me to stand up and fuck her mouth --
while she clutched and cuddled her teddy-bear, whose name was Miss
Bartleby.  Having your cock sucked with skill and delight by a five year-
old girl who's cuddling her teddy-bear -- is there anything more
devastatingly kinky in the world?  I dumped a ton of come in that willing
little mouth after fucking it harder than I'd expected to -- but when she
patted me on the butt with the bear to get me to go harder . . . well, I
almost lost it.

And finally, Melody.  She said she wanted to be fucked doggie-style and
"just like you do Sara -- hard!" while her sister lay under her and licked
her pussy.  She said she'd like to maybe try it as a "sixty-nine plus cock"
-- but figured she'd never be able to concentrate on eating Harmony while
being fucked "super-hard, I mean it, Jordan!"

I fucked Melody as hard as the position allowed, while Harmony licked her
twin sister's pussy and my cock -- and Melody (and Harmony, of course, by
"sympathetic come") actually passed out from their powerful orgasm at the
end of things.

The next morning, all the girls sucked me off, in a descending order --
oldest to youngest -- before we finally started for Central Point, some two
and a half hours away.

We arrived at the edge of the town, which was nestled in a small valley --
and Sara pointed and cried excitedly, "Look!"

The first house we passed had a TV set, showing nothing but snow, visible
through the window.

"Power!" Sara cried.  "It's still got power!"

As we got close to downtown, I saw a sign -- and whooped.  Beth was here,
and she was alive!

"What, Jordan?" Jenny asked.  "Do you see her?"

"No, look at that sign!" I said, pointing at the make-your-own-sign in
front of a bar, stopping so the girls could see it.

The girls looked, and I re-read it.

"Better Eating Than Home!" it said.  "First and Sixteenth, then
confederate.  Troops come home!"

"I don't get it," Sara said.

"Better Eating Than Home!" I said.  "B-E-T-H!  Beth!  The rest is
directions, probably -- I need a map!"

"There's a gas station down there," Melody said.  "Let me see if I get it
-- First and Sixteenth streets, right?  Then what?"

"Confederate means south," I said.  "In the Civil War, the South's army was
the Confederate Army.  And "troops come home" -- before you were born,
people used to show a yellow ribbon on their property to support troops
coming home from whatever war.  Go to first and sixteenth, then south, look
for the yellow ribbon!  It's a great way to tell me where she is without
advertising to strangers!"

I found a map -- and got confused.  Central Point had no numbered streets.

"What the hell?" I muttered -- and Jenny solved it for me.

"Hey, there's Washington Street," she said.  "He was the first president,
right?  Who was sixteenth?"

"Jenny, you're brilliant!" I said, following Washington Street on the map.
I traced it with a finger to where it crossed -- "Lincoln Avenue!
Brilliant, kiddo!  Then south on Lincoln, and we look for a yellow ribbon."

I kissed each girl one last time as a lover, for a while at least, then
started moving.

Seven minutes later, Katie cried, "THERE!  On the end, the big house!
Yellow ribbon around the tree!"

I pulled over, leaped out of the Grand Hotel, and charged the monstrous
house -- and I got maybe three steps up the walk before the front door
banged open, and my sister, Bethany Marie White, was charging at me,
shouting my name and crying happy tears to match my own.

It was most of a minute before we could stop hugging and kissing each other
and crying and babbling nonsense -- and I'm not even a little ashamed to
admit it.  The relief -- you don't know.  You *can't* know, I don't think.

"My god, you made it!" Beth said, laughing and sobbing at the same time.
"YOU MADE IT!  Jordan, I was so scared!"

"It's okay, Beth," I said.  "I'm here.  I'm here.  I'm okay, you're okay,
and we're here."

"And I see you brought some friends," Beth said.  "No surprise.  I figured
you for having more with you, really.  Better introduce us."

I did so, going from Sara down to Kelly, and watching the girls' faces as
they took in my sister.  Mostly, they were about drooling, though they hid
it well, and Beth was too happy to notice what they failed to hide.

My sister is five-two, weighs about a hundred and ten pounds, and was put
together with an eye to making priests give up little boys and forsake
their vows.  She's got the same pale-blond hair and hazel eyes that I do
(though her eyes lean more towards a goldish-brown, and mine a sort of
greenish-brown, and her hair hangs halfway to her waist), and facially
. . . well, she's unmistakably my sister.  Same face, just . . . feminized.
Beautifully so, and emphatically -- but the same cheekbones and nose and
eyes.

And her body -- whoa.  I'd been around my little lovers long enough that
I'd forgotten what a body like Beth's could do to a guy -- and was a little
surprised to realize that it was doing it to *me.*

Beth's legs and arms were smooth and toned -- not bulky, but beautifully
toned, she was a swimming fiend.  Her butt was what you'd expect of someone
who swam fifty laps every day she could, and ran some besides, and her
waist delightfully tiny.  Cap this with a pair of C-cup breasts that had
never so much as *heard* the word "gravity," and seemed to constantly have
hard nipples that could only be missed by the blind -- they stood up
beautifully, and her areolas were almost always visibly tightened as well
-- and you had a package that could make a dead man stand up and take
notice -- or, for that matter, a bunch of bisexual little girls.

"Wow, okay," Beth said with a chuckle.  "Looks I got a bunch of little
sisters, now, huh?  That's just cool!

"Come on inside -- I picked this place because I knew you'd never show up
alone, bro, and I wanted room for you and me and everyone you brought with
you."

Beth had settled into "Miss Connie's Bed and Breakfast," or so the sign out
front (that I'd missed seeing in my excitement) said.  It was a huge,
three-story brick place with a pair of working elevators, a
restaurant-style kitchen, and some fourteen bedrooms, each with its own
bathroom.  There was a small parlor/living room on both the second and
third stories, as well as a tiny kitchen on each.  The downstairs living
room was freaking huge, sported a huge TV/home theater system, and had a
fireplace that you could've cooked a pig in.  A *big* pig.  In addition,
there was a fireplace in the kitchen, one in the master bedroom on the
first floor, and one in each of the two biggest bedrooms on the second and
third floors.  Added bonuses included a back yard that was pretty much
huge, a back deck big enough for a party of thirty people or so if they
never left the deck, a grill big enough to cook for a huge number of people
at once, a walk in freezer and a walk-in refrigerator, both restaurant
sized -- and an additional, *larger* walk in freezer in the basement.

And Beth, bless her brilliant mind, had not been idle while she waited for
me.  She'd hit every grocery store in town, brought all the frozen meat she
could find and fit in the freezers back here, then done the same with
frozen veggies, moving to other restaurants and using their freezers when
she ran out of space here.  The pantry was filled to bursting with canned
and dry goods, and every one of the many cupboards here the same.  She'd
even brought cases of canned and dry stuff in and stored them in the
garage.  In the end, I had to just leave all the food we'd brought in the
storage section of the Grand Hotel in there, after running up the windmill
for power and topping off the diesel tank in case the wind died while the
sun was down.

"You did great," I said.  "I'm proud of you, Beth -- you thought it
through, you prepared better than some of the military guys I knew would
have."

"Thanks, Jordan," she said, and hugged me.  "God, I am so glad you're here!
And your girls?  Yeah.  I love them already.  Sweethearts, one and all.
And I swear, I think I may have to adopt Kelly -- that's a doll, bro, and
no getting around it."

"Yeah," I said.  "Hey, have you been to the power station?"

"I have," she said.  "I did all the lubrication checks and pressure checks,
and everything's fine -- I go every other day, to be sure -- they recommend
once a week -- and I'll go again tomorrow.  That soon enough for you?"

"Yeah," I said.  I took a deep breath of the crisp, slightly thin air (we
were on the front porch, watching as the girls unloaded their things and
took them inside to the rooms they'd chosen).  "I think today is a mandated
day off.  We play some.  Been a long drive, and the girls haven't gotten
out much."

"Good idea," Beth said.  "Once they're done unpacking, we'll hit a park --
I have a favorite."

Beth seemed unsurprised when the twins took one room, and Kelly an
adjoining room, and the Gibson girls a set of adjoining rooms.  She
insisted that I take the master bedroom, and hers, while not adjoining it,
was next door.

We ate lunch, then went to a big, rambling park, and I saw why it was
Beth's favorite -- it had an indoor pool, the indoor part mandated by it
rarely getting over eighty degrees here, even in the depths of summer.
Cool mountain air . . . here it was the first week of September, and
sixty-five degrees at two in the afternoon.  The girls got lost in playing
on the wide variety of playground equipment, even Sara having a good time.
And that left me alone with Beth for a while.

"So," I said casually, "are you ready to tell me why the folks shipped you
off to Aunt Wendy for the summer, yet?"

"Um, I guess," Beth said, looking sort of scared.  "It's . . . Jordan, I'm
. . . please don't yell?  Okay?  I just . . . it's been a perfect day, and
I want it to stay perfect, so please, don't yell."

"I'll promise not to yell," I said.  "And I'll promise to try not to
lecture, if whatever it was was too stupid.  Only way I'll be really angry
with you, Beth, is if it was something that endangered your life or
health."

"It wasn't anything like that," Beth said hastily.  "No drugs, or anything
. . . bad illegal.  And it wasn't so much illegal on my end, even.  I mean,
it was, but I wouldn't have been charged."

"Okay, this sounds interesting," I said, trying to keep it light.
"Explain, please?"

"I . . . had a boyfriend," Beth said.  "And mom and dad found out and went
. . . nova.  Insane.  Off-the-charts pissed."

"Let me guess," I said.  "The boyfriend was a hood?"

"No," Beth said, blushing.  "And . . . boyfriend isn't the right word, I
guess, Jordan.  I had a . . . a gentleman friend."

I'm slow.  It took a few seconds to soak in.

"Oh," I said.  "I think I see.  No hoodlum?"

"No hoodlum," Beth said.  "In fact, he was an architect.  Had his own firm
and everything."

"How old was he?" I asked.

"Forty-four," Beth said.  "Almost forty-five when . . . when mom and dad
found out."

"I see," I said.  "Well, I can see the problem, from their point of view --
but, sis . . . not mad.  Deeply, seriously not mad.  Not even upset."

"Are you serious?" Beth asked after a moment of stunned silence.

"Honey, it's your body," I said.  "What you do with it -- your business.
You're smart, and your very mature.  And I know . . . I know the attraction
of older men.  A lot of girls had crushes on me, while I was teaching.  I
get it -- boys your own age, losers.  And actually, I'd rather you lost
your virginity to an older, more experienced guy -- less likely to hurt
you, more likely to make it special.  And it should be special."

"Um, actually," Beth said, blushing, but looking . . . well, looking like
talking about this was a relief for her.  "Actually, I'm still a virgin.
That way, anyway.  We never made love.  Pretty much everything else, but
. . . never that."

"Weren't together that long, huh?" I said.  "Well, I --"

"No, we were together almost a year," Beth interrupted.  "Since July of
last year, and Mom and dad found out in late May of this year."

"Well, then he wasn't rushing you, that's good," I said.  I was puzzled,
but willing to let it go -- but Beth needed to talk, still.

"No, it wasn't that, really," Beth said -- and she blushed darker, and her
nipples got so hard they showed through the windbreaker she had on.  "It
. . . Jordan, can I . . . can I tell you about this, all of this, and
. . . and still hold you to your promise about not getting mad?"

"You can tell me anything, sis," I said.  "If you need to talk, I'm here --
but you don't have to tell me."

"I know I don't," she said.  "It's just . . . look, the world's *over,*
like we knew it before, anyway.  And we can start over here, and I think
people will get here, join us, eventually -- we're all that's here, I'm
sure, right now.

"But anyway . . . when I find someone else, you're going to know it.  It'll
be all 'small town,' and no keeping secrets, I know that -- so you'll know.
And I want to tell you before . . . before you have to know because I'm
involved and doing it."

"Then tell me what you need to say," I said.  "No yelling, minimal
lecturing.  Promise."

"Okay," Beth said.  "I met Will a year ago last summer at the pool, and we
. . . talked.  And I was amazed that he didn't seem to care that I was
fifteen, and wasn't . . . he never hit on me, just talked to me like I was
a grown-up, not a kid.  I liked that.  And one day a week later, I ran into
him at the mall, and we had lunch -- and he asked me back to his house.
Point blank.  No excuses, no . . . he didn't try to hide that he was
inviting me to his house because he was interested in me as a female.  I
was hugely interested in him, and went with him.  That first day, we just
. . . necked.  And petted.  And it was heavenly -- he could do things with
his fingers no boy ever learned.

"We snuck around seeing each other -- he was good at it, taught me to be.
And things went really . . . quick.  The second time we got together, I
blew him and he ate me, and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  But
. . . he wouldn't fuck me.  He wouldn't say why not, for a while at least
-- but finally, I told him one day that I wasn't going to see him anymore
if he wouldn't at least tell me *why* he wouldn't fuck me.  And he told me,
and . . . well I think he expected me to freak, Jordan.  And I
. . . didn't.  In fact, I asked a lot of questions about what he said, and
then . . . we experimented, and oh, *fuck,* but I loved what happened
. . . and I accepted, then, that he wouldn't fuck me yet, and we kept
going, experimenting and . . . playing and doing all sorts of kinky things.
But we never fucked -- that was going to have to wait until I turned
eighteen so that I could . . . meet his conditions."

"Okay, now I'm curious as all hell," I admitted.  "Tell me, sis -- what was
going on?"

"Will told me, when I demanded to know why he wouldn't fuck me," Beth said
slowly, trying not to look or sound worried about my reaction and failing,
"that he was very, very into dominance and submission -- and that he
wouldn't fuck me until he could collar me.  Mark me as his, for all the
world to see.  That, if I wanted to fuck him, I had to be *his.* Be his
submissive.  I would have to wear the collar all the time, except when I
was in the bath or shower, and that he simply would not fuck me before I
could do that.

"In the meantime . . . I *was* his.  I . . . I'm very submissive, Jordan,
sexually -- and I love that and want it, and . . . and . . . we did things.
Things that were heavenly -- and I never got to fuck him, and I know he
died, and oh, shit!"

I held her while she cried, cuddled her, made comforting nonsense sounds.
After a few minutes, she straightened up, looked at me -- then kissed my
cheek, and whispered, "You aren't mad, Jordan.  I can tell."

"Not mad," I agreed.  "I've played the dom-sub game, sis, not as a regular
lifestyle thing, but . . .  for fun, with some women.  If you're a
submissive, and you need to be dominated . . . okay.  I think it's a shame
that Will's need went so far that you never got to make love -- but I'm
okay with you being that way."

"There were compensations," Beth said.  "And still some very submissive
acts.  I could shock you, and tell you -- but you're being sweet."

"He probably tied you down and ate you, teased a lot, before actually
bringing you off," I said, grinning wickedly at Beth.  "And I'll bet he
fucked your mouth -- probably very, very hard.  And he may have spanked
you, cropped you, even whipped you.  Is that how you got caught,
sweetheart?  Mom and Dad see marks?"

Beth stared for a long moment, then shook her head and said, "Uh, no.  No,
I got caught because . . . well, one of the games Will liked was for me to
pretend to be a hooker, you know?  A sort- of-almost rape thing, where he
dominates the little whore against her will, and she gets into it?  I liked
that fantasy a lot, really.

"Well, one day, he decided to max it out.  He got a hotel room, gave me an
outfit and some money, and I went and changed, then came to the room.  He
. . . used me, used me wonderfully, and . . . well, he never whipped me --
I didn't want that, and he accepted it, never brought it up again after I
said no the first time -- but he was brilliant with a crop or just with his
hands.  He could make it sting and hurt just the right amount, and never
leave a mark.  That day, he cropped me good, and . . . and ate me, fingered
me hard, then fucked my mouth while he cropped me, and . . . god, Jordan, I
came and came and -- sorry, you probably got infoloaded, there."

(I had been hit with a little information-overload, yes -- but not how she
meant.  I was very glad that loose trousers, a long field jacket and where
she was sitting kept her from seeing how hard my dick was -- that would
probably have freaked her out.)

"So we did it," Beth continued, "and it was perfect, and I got dressed in
my normal clothes and left -- he gave me cab fare to go home -- and I
kissed him good-bye in the door, a proper submissive-lover kiss, and he
groped me -- and I never knew that Mom's friend Anne was the head of
housekeeping there, and she saw, and she told mom, and . . . things blew
up.  Will had registered under a fake name -- he had fake ID, he used to be
in Army Intelligence, so he knew how to get it -- and I wouldn't tell Mom
and Dad his name or anything about him, and they were furious.  They called
the cops, and the cops interrogated me, and they interviewed all my friends
-- thank god I only ever told Ashley about it, and she kept her mouth shut
-- she was a drama fiend, I think they actually believed her when she said
she had no idea about me having a boyfriend, let alone a grown-up man.

"So Mom and Dad shipped me off to Aunt Wendy, out in the middle of fucking
nowhere Colorado, and she was all too willing to keep me on a tight leash,
being all crazy-Christian and stuff.

"I'm just glad . . . we talked, before the phones went out, and they
. . . they forgave me.  Mom and Dad forgave me.  And I . . . shit."

She was crying again, and I held her again, cried some myself for our dead
parents.

"Anyway," she said, "there you have it.  Your baby sister is a sexual
submissive, and wants a man who will dominate her at least part of the time
in the bedroom, if not all the time.  I mean -- Will wasn't always in
dominant mode, and the vanilla sex was still good, and cuddling is
wonderful sometimes -- but I'm a subbie first."

"No problem, sis," I said.  "We all have our kinks.  Someday, maybe I'll
tell you about mine."

"Okay," she said.  "Wow, I feel a lot better -- thanks, Jordan."

"You're welcome, honey."

Half an hour or so later, we went back to the house -- I was already
thinking of it as home -- and I made supper, a big pot of spaghetti sauce
with meat, and after cleaning up, we all eight sat and watched a movie --
Beth had, while raiding the town for food, also hit a video store and
grabbed pretty much one of everything.

The night passed uneventfully, and I was delighted at how well my girls and
my sister got along.  Before supper, even, Kelly was sitting in Beth's lap,
and they were talking like they'd known each other their whole lives.  She
got along just fine with all the girls -- hell, I think she honestly loved
them all already -- but I could see that she'd already bonded, and bonded
tightly, with my Kelly.  During the movie, Beth sat next to me, snuggled
under my arm, and Kelly sat on her lap.

After the movie, we all went to bed, and later, just after one, I woke up
when Sara and Kelly climbed into bed with me, fucked me silly, then went
back to their own beds.

The next day, Beth took me to the power station in the morning.  All the
controls and monitoring systems for all the various stations were at the
hydroelectric plant, and we went over what should be done and when
together, noting the maintenance schedule, planning on following it very
religiously, which meant that in a few days, we'd have to start the
pre-winter maintenance on the wind-farm, lubing and winterizing the
windmills.  There was a bucket truck for the job, and the instructions were
clear and easy to understand (and follow, we found out when we did it) so
that was all right.

The day was spent in a task I thought of because of a fondness for an old
horror writer named Stephen King -- he'd written a post-apocalyptic
thriller, and in it, one thing that the people did when they restarted
their power plant was run around to all the empty houses in the town they
were staying in and turn everything off.  We started that, all eight of us,
got a good bit of the town done that day, then went home and had a big
supper and watched a movie together.  Again, while she was affectionate and
happy with all the girls, Beth spent much of her time in Kelly's company,
and if Beth was sitting down, there seemed to be about a 90% chance that
Kelly would be in her lap.  As with the previous night, Beth sat under my
left arm during the movie, and Kelly sat on her lap.  This time, though,
Katie sat on my right side, snuggled up and cuddling.

That night, Katie came into my room before I even got to sleep, and started
making out with me.  We just necked and cuddled, and I played with her
gently, for an hour or so, to make sure Beth was asleep.  Finally, about
11:30, Kelly said, "I want to fuck -- but I want to do it a little
different.  I haven't ever sat on your lap facing away from you, Jordan,
and I want to, so that I can get used to it -- I want to be eaten while you
fuck me sometime, an' that seems like the best way."

"All right, sweetie," I said, lifting my eight year old lover off of me and
sitting up against the headboard.  "Want me to lift you on?"

"Yeah-huh, please," she said.

I lifted Katie up, lowered her onto my dick, moaned quietly as that sweet
little pussy slid over me like a warm, wet glove.  Immediately, Katie
started rocking a little, and rising up and lowering back down on my cock.

"That's nice," Katie said in a dreamy voice, then gasped a little as my
fingers started rubbing her clit.  "Oh, that's *so* nice!"

The door to my room opened, and Beth, dressed in a t-shirt and panties,
stepped in, saying, "Jordan, I can't slee--oh my god!"

"Hi," Katie said calmly, still moving on my cock.  "Come on in, Beth.  It's
okay, I like this -- I asked him to do it."

Beth came in, staring with an expression of complete shock as my eight
year-old lover moved slowly and happily on my cock.  She closed the door
behind her automatically, and stood just inside it, staring at us.

"You can come closer if you want," Katie said.  "If you want to watch, I
mean.  That chair's close enough you could see."

"I . . . Jordan, what the fuck?" Beth said.

"Sis, when I met the girls, they'd been watching their dad's porn tapes,
which were mostly lesbian and blowjob compilations, and they were trying
the lesbian stuff out on each other with no prompting from me," I said, not
missing a beat as I stroked in and out of Katie's pussy.  "Afterwards
. . . they asked to do things with me, and I . . . well, I said yes."

"Jesus," Beth said, not moving any closer.  "But . . . all three of them?"

"All six," Katie said, grinning.  "The twins and Kelly watched us and
wanted to join in.  They're all hot, so we said yes.  I love watching the
twins sixty-nine, it's *so* hot!"

"All . . . six," Beth said, leaning back against the wall.  "All
. . . Jordan, are you fucking *Kelly?!*"

"Yes," I said -- and let it hang.  What else *could* I say?

"I don't . . . damn," Beth said.  "I mean -- okay, I . . . see how it could
happen, I guess, but . . . I don't know.  That's just . . . pretty much a
lot to accept."

"So stay and watch," Katie said.  "I like you, and I like being watched.
An' maybe you can accept it after you see how much we like it."

"Uh . . . I could stay?  And just . . . watch?" Beth said, her hand moving
in absent circles on her own belly, brushing against the tops of her
panties.  Even from the bed, I could see that her nipples were hard as
rock, standing up and pulling her shirt tighter than it already was.

"I think you should get naked if you want to watch," Katie said.  "After
all, you're getting to see us naked.

"Uh, I . . . Jordan?" Beth said, looking to me to see if it was all right.

"Go ahead," I said.  "I don't mind, sis."

(I didn't mind -- in fact, I was dying to see it!  Sister or no, she was
monstrously hot!)

Beth hesitated another four or five seconds, then muttered "Fuck it," and
pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her firm, perfect breasts, with nipples
so hard that I figured they had to hurt, and visibly tight areolas.
Nipples and areolas were both a deep pink, dark enough to call it red.
Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down, revealing a
pussy devoid of hair -- and glistening with dampness.  Beth saw me looking,
blushed, and said, "Birthday present from Will -- he knew a doctor who'd do
the laser-hair-kill thing on the side, no parental permission thing or
anything."

"That wasn't exactly what drew my attention, Beth," I said as calmly as I
could.

"Then what -- oh."  She blushed darkly, clear down to her hard nipples.
"That.  Yeah, well . . .  shock and all, this is . . . hot.  So, yeah, I'm
. . . wet."

"That's fine," I said, still mellow.  "You can come closer, if you want."

"Not . . . not yet," Beth said.  "I can see good from here."

"Okay," Katie said.  "It's iced, though, if you want to get closer."

Beth nodded -- and Katie started moving a little more quickly, rocking her
hips, rising up on my dick, lowering herself.  Beth watched with a face
that missed impassivity by several thousand miles, her eyes fixed on
Katie's little-girl pussy, and my cock sliding in and out of it.  After
maybe ten seconds, my sister gave in to her desire, and started playing
with herself, one hand pressed against the wall for support, the other
moving quickly between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow circles, which
quickly turned into fast circles.

And Katie watched Beth's hand avidly, staring in open fascination -- as did
I.  My sister was a gorgeous young woman, and here she was, watching me
fucking an eight year-old and masturbating over it.  Of course I watched,
of course I was turned on!

And Katie was coming a little more emphatically than usual.  Her pussy
flexed on my cock, and I found myself perilously close to coming just that
fast.  I fought it off, relying on quoting Shakespeare in my head, a trick
I'd learned long ago to hold off orgasm, and one that didn't fail me now.
But not long after I'd finished Hamlet's soliloquy, Katie came again, and
Beth came, too -- for the second or third time -- and my sister came so
hard this time that she had to bring the hand that had been supporting
herself up and clamp it over her own mouth to smother her cries, and this
time I lost it.  I came myself, dumping a big old load in Katie's tiny
pussy.

"God, that's so hot," Beth said, leaning back against the wall and relaxing
a little.

Katie slid off of my cock -- still hard, between her and watching Beth --
then turned around and sucked me clean, eliciting a little gasp-moan from
Beth.  Then Katie got off the bed and went to stand in front of Beth.
Timidly, Katie took my sister's right hand -- the one she'd been
masturbating with -- and raised it to her lips.  Beth watched, entranced,
and made no move to stop Katie as she sucked my sister's pussy juices off
of her fingers.  In fact, Beth made that same gasping-moaning sound, and I
knew she liked it.

"You taste *good,* Beth," Katie said.  "I like it a lot."

With that, Katie leaned forward, licked Beth's right nipple slowly,
eliciting a moan from my sister, then sucked it hard, causing Beth to grab
the back of Katie's head and hold it there for a long moment -- until Beth
came, in fact.

"Oh, god," Beth gasped after she came, relaxing her hand and letting Katie
pull her mouth away.  "God *damn,* that was so hot!"

"Can I eat you?" Katie asked in a voice unsteady with desire.  "Please,
Beth, can I eat your pussy?"

"I don't . . . I've never done anything with a girl," Beth said, her eyes
glazing over a little.  "Not more than kiss anyway."

"That don't matter," Katie said.  "I'd like being your first girl.  Can I
eat you?  Pretty please?"

"Yes," Beth whimpered, her eyes closing and a blush going most of the way
to her waist.  "Yes, Katie, eat me, please!"

And Katie dropped to her knees in front of my sister, slipped her hands
around to cup Beth's delightfully firm ass (swimmers have the best butts in
the world, I think), then leaned forward -- and buried her face in my
sister's crotch, tonguing Beth's pussy furiously, almost frantically.  Beth
came violently in a mere ten seconds or so, her hips bucking hard, her left
hand going to her mouth again to smother her cries.  Katie moaned happily
at having made a grown-up woman come so fast, and kept right on going.  As
Beth came the third time, a minute or so later, Katie came too, little hips
rocking and rippling in that fashion I'd come to know so well.  Still, my
little-girl lover didn't stop, but kept going.  She came again as Beth had
her fifth orgasm, and this time, Katie stopped.  Beth slid to the floor in
front of Katie, and immediately, Katie surged into my sister's arms,
kissing her happily and greedily, one hand in Beth's hair, the other
playing with a breast.  Beth didn't shy away from the taste of her own
pussy on Katie's mouth at all, instead lapped at Katie's cheeks to get more
of the taste, before going back to necking with her.

After a couple of minutes of necking, I saw my sister's hand move between
Katie's legs, start rubbing that tiny pussy gently -- then move out and
rise to her lips, so she could taste Katie's pussy juices.

"Nice," Beth purred.  "You taste nice, Katie."

"Will you eat me?" Katie pleaded.  "Please, Beth, eat my pussy, please!"

"Yes, honey," Beth said.  "I'll eat you."

Katie kissed Beth hard, bounced to her feet, and came over to lie on the
bed beside me, spreading her legs even as she snuggled up to my side,
draped her left leg over my right.  Beth hesitated for only a second --
then stretched out on the bed, kicking her knees up so that her feet didn't
dangle off, looped her hands under and around to the inside of Katie's
thighs, and stared for a moment.

"Beautiful," Beth murmured, and turned her head a little to look at me.
"Okay, I get it now, Jordan.  She's beautiful, and . . . I couldn't tell
her no, either."

Then Beth looked up at Katie, said, "I've never done this before, honey, so
if I do something wrong --"

"You won't," Katie said.  "Do what you like done -- can't go wrong that
way, right?"

"Guess not," Beth said.  Her eyes flickered back to my face for just a
second, and she blushed as she ducked her head and licked the inside of
Katie's thigh, slowly and languidly.  Katie moaned happy -- and as my
sister's tongue disappeared back inside her mouth, I saw the gob of white
that rested on it, and damned near came.

My come had run out of Katie some -- and Beth had just licked some off of
Katie's thigh, deliberately or otherwise, and swallowed it.  I shifted a
little, and saw a larger blob on Katie's right thigh -- and saw Beth very
deliberately lick it up and swallow it.

Katie whimpered then -- and Beth leaned down and slowly licked Katie's
pussy from bottom to top, flicking her tongue a bit as she reached Katie's
clit -- and Katie gasped and came.

"Touchy little thing, aren't you, sweetie?" Beth asked.  "And you taste
wonderful."

With that, Beth began to eat Katie seriously, not just playing around any
more.  She fastened her mouth over Katie's sweet little mound, and I could
see the muscles in Beth's mouth work as her tongue laved and caressed
Katie's little labia and tiny clit.  After Katie came a couple of times,
Beth shifted gears, simply lapped happily at Katie's pussy a little -- then
curled closer, wrapped her lips gently around that tiny little clit and
sucked, slowly and with evident pleasure.  Katie thrashed and whimpered,
rocked and moaned, and I held her as she had multiple orgasms under my
sister's loving attentions.  After a little while, Beth shifted around a
little again, curled her tongue into a neat little tube, and slurped on
Katie's clit with it.  Katie jerked a pillow out from under herself and
pressed it to her mouth to cover the screams she let out when Beth made her
come that way -- and didn't stop, just kept right on sucking on Katie's
clit while my sweet little cuddle-slut came again and again.  And Beth came
too, at least three times while she ate Katie -- and could see both my
sister's hands, so I knew she wasn't pleasuring herself to make it happen.

"Guess I'm bi," Beth said as she rose up on her knees and scooted closer to
the head of the bed before scooping a still-panting Katie up in her arms
and smothering her face with lover's kisses, delighting in the way that
Katie lapped her own pussy juices off of Beth's face.  "Guess I'm very,
very bi -- 'cause now I want to do that to you over and over, and to your
sisters, and the twins -- and Kelly."

"Polar," Katie murmured, ducking her head to suck on Beth's nipple.  Beth
came after a little of this, and Katie raised her head to kiss my sister
again.  "I love you."

"I love you, too, Katie," Beth said, and kissed Katie very, very tenderly.
She then lowered the girl back to the bed, sat up on her knees again, and
turned to look at me.

"You have good taste in girls, Jordan," Beth said.  "Thank you for
. . . letting me do that."

"Thank you for letting me watch," I said.  "Beautiful, sis -- just
beautiful."

"Thanks."  Beth knelt where she was for a moment, looking at my face in a
manner that seemed like she was looking for something specific.  After a
moment, she looked away from my face, blushing -- and stared openly a my
rock-hard, pre-come covered dick.  Still staring at my dick, Beth moved her
arms behind her back, did something I'd never seen before.  She put her
arms back there, bent ninety degrees at the elbows, and cupped her left
elbow in her right hand, her right elbow in her left hand.  This caused her
to arch her back just a little, which made her breasts thrust out even more
proudly than before.

I was still admiring that view when Beth folded neatly at the waist, her
arms behind her back, and wrapped her mouth around my dick.

Immediately, Beth began bobbing ferociously, sucking hard, and tonguing my
cock with delight.  She was making a low sound of delight, or need, or
delighted need, in her throat, and that sound made me even more crazy than
I already was -- and I was well into the land of "savage who lives only for
pleasure is in control."  I couldn't have asked my sister to stop sucking
my cock if I'd wanted to -- and I didn't want to, not at *all!*

"Oh, that is *so* hot!" Katie cried.  "Jordan, that's so incredibly fucking
hot!"

Beth came then -- my cock had been in her mouth for less than fifteen
seconds, and she came.  And I'd just watched her first sexual experience
with a girl, both being eaten by and eating, and an eight year-old girl
besides, half my teen-aged sister's age.  So when Beth came, screamed
around my cock as her orgasm hit her . . . I came too, dumping a load of
come in my sister's mouth.  Fastest I'd ever come, at least since the first
time a girl sucked my cock when I was 14 years old.

Beth froze with her head as far down on my cock as she could go without
gagging, and gulped my come down in a frenzy.  When I stopped spurting, she
raised her mouth slowly off of my cock, sucking hard, milking all of my
come out of it that she could get.  Once her face was clear of my cock, she
sat up straight, and Katie immediately kissed her passionately.  Beth gave
back as good as she got -- but her eyes never left mine.

"I don't think I can be fully dominant all the time, Beth," I said.  "But
. . . if you want to continue in that vein for right now . . . get down on
the floor on your knees."

With no hesitation at all, and without taking her hands and arms out from
behind her back, Beth swung her legs in front of her, slipped off the bed,
and knelt beside it, looking at me with expectant, hopeful eyes.

"Good slut," I said, standing.  "Good little sister-slut.  Katie, if you
want to eat her while I fuck her mouth, that's fine."

"No not yet," Katie said, sliding to the edge of the bed.  "I want to see
you fucking your sister's mouth, Jordan.  I wanna . . . this is as hot as
watching the twins!"

"All right," I said.  "Now . . . slut, I like fucking mouths.  How hard do
you want it?"

"Make it hurt," she whispered.  "Please, sir, make it hurt."

"I will," I said.  "But there's two things I have to do first, slut."

"Yes, sir?" Beth said.

"Look at me, girl," I said.  She raised her head to meet my eyes, and the
love and desire I saw there made me half-crazy.  "I love you, Beth.  I love
you madly."

"I love you, too, Jordan," Beth replied in her normal voice, as opposed to
the little-girl whisper she'd used to ask me to hurt her while I fucked her
mouth.  "I love you, bro -- and I wish I'd done this years ago!"

"Me, too," I said.  "That's one thing.  Here's the other."

I bent, cupped my sister's beautiful face in my hands, and kissed her,
passionately, lovingly, and firmly.  She gave back the same level of
intensity -- and after that first long kiss of equals, she slipped back
into submissive mode, drew my tongue into her mouth, sucked it happily,
moaned as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, made no move to stop until I
withdrew my tongue.

I straightened, stroked her hair -- she turned into it, made a sound like a
happy cat, making me realize just how submissive she was -- then said, "I'm
going to fuck your mouth, slut.  And I promise, I'll make it hurt.  But; I
know the rules.  If you take your hands out from behind your back, I'll
stop.  All right?"

"Yes, sir," she said, again in that so-sexy-it-hurt little girl whisper.
"But I want to make you happy, sir -- and I want to hurt."

"Good," I said -- and quickly wound a fistful of my sister's hair around my
hand, stepped forward, and shoved my cock in her mouth.  Immediately, she
started sucking hard, and her tongue began wiggling on the bottom of my
cock fiendishly fast.  I started thrusting, holding her by the hair,
pulling her back a little and moving her forward by the fistful of hair I
held as I pumped my hips hard and fast, fucking my little sister's mouth as
hard as I could -- there was no build up, I just . . . fucked her mouth.
Hard.

Beth's first orgasm hit her hard, and in less than ten seconds.  She
screamed her joy around my cock, sucked impossibly hard for a few seconds,
then relaxed and returned to "normal" sucking while I rammed my cock into
her mouth.

My sister came more than even Sara did, while I fucked her mouth as hard as
I could.  She came violently, often, and screamed around my cock every
time.  After less than five minutes of this, despite having come in her
mouth once already, and having come in Katie once before that, I dumped a
big load down my sister's greedy throat.

"Good slut!" I gasped as I held her head down on my cock.  "Good slut!"

I carefully untangled my hand from Beth's hair, and pulled my cock slowly
out of her still- sucking mouth.  She raised her head as my cock left her
mouth, and I could see that her lips were visibly swollen -- not too much,
but visibly.

"Thank you, sir," Beth whispered.  "Thank you very much -- that hurt
beautifully, sir."

"Good," I said.  "Katie, kiss her.  Hard."

Katie kissed Beth hard, making Beth moan and gasp with pain-pleasure as her
tender lips protested happily.  As soon as they separated, I told Beth to
stand.  She did, a little unsteady from her monstrous series of orgasms for
a long moment -- but she stood, waiting patiently, her arms still behind
her back.

"How wet is she, Katie?" I asked.

"Dripping," Katie said, holding up the hand she'd run between my sister's
legs while they kissed, licking it clean as I watched.

"Good," I said -- and pushed Beth down on the bed, face first.  She made no
effort to catch herself, or to resist me as I positioned her in the center
of the bed, on her belly.  She left her hands behind her back, which I
approved of.  I reached down and spread her legs, admired that dripping,
bare pussy for a moment, as I cocked her hips up slightly.  Then, before
she could realize what was happening for sure, I was on her, shoving my
cock into her sopping wet pussy hard and fast.

Beth shrieked in surprise -- she really hadn't been expecting that, as I
thought, had maybe been expecting me to lift and eat her, or finger her,
even tell Katie to eat her -- but not expecting me to fuck her.

She was tight, and had no hymen -- I knew she was a track athlete,
remembered the fuss when she'd torn her hymen running hurdles in seventh
grade -- and she came as soon as I was all the way inside her, clamping on
my dick as powerfully as any of my little girls did.  As soon as I could
move in her, I started fucking Beth *hard,* most of my weight on her,
pinning her, my elbows outside her shoulders, my knees taking just enough
of my weight to let me pump hard.

Beth came again in a few seconds, and screamed into the pillow under her
head before turning and saying, "Harder, please, sir!  Fuck me harder!"

I cranked it up, pounding into my sister's pussy crazy, crazy hard.  She
writhed and moaned and occasionally turned her face to the pillow to scream
as she came -- and I kept fucking her, hard as I could, never letting up.
Katie knelt beside the bed, making noises that told me she was playing with
herself while she watched me fuck my sister.

After some unknowable time of fucking my sister, of making Beth come over
and over, I felt my own orgasm coming -- and said in Beth's ear, "You stay
on your belly until told otherwise, slut, understand me?"

"Yes, sir," Beth whimpered.  "I will, sir,"

"Good slut," I said -- and started fucking her harder, harder than I knew I
could fuck a girl.  "Good slut."

Beth whimpered in pain-delight, and I felt her start to come -- and I was
gone.  I came as she did, her tight, tight pussy milking every drop of come
out of my cock, then laid there, barely softening, not softening enough to
be forced out.  After a long moment, I said again, "Good slut.  You did
well."

"Thank you for taking my virginity, sir," Beth little-girl whispered.  "I
can think of no one I would rather have as my first lover than my handsome,
wonderful brother."

"And I am glad to have taken the virginity of my beautiful, wonderful
sister," I said, "who is a wonderful little slut, and deserves to be fucked
as hard as she craves -- at mouth or pussy."

"I love you, sir," Beth said in the submissive little girl voice -- then
repeated it in her normal voice.  "I love you, bro."

"I love you, too, sister-slut," I said, and kissed the nape of her neck.
Still not moving out of her, I said, "Katie-babe?  When I pull out, I want
you to suck me clean, this time -- then I want you to slide under Beth and
eat my sister, okay?"

"Okay, Jordan," Katie said.  "Neat, eating your come out of your sister!"

I pulled out as Katie got on the bed, rolled over, and she leaned across
and sucked my cock clean, making appreciative noises at the combined taste
of my come and Beth's pussy.  Then she pushed Beth's hips up a little, slid
under, and pulled my sister's pussy down to her mouth.  I let them have
their fun for a while, and held a whispered conversation with Beth as Katie
ate her.

"You really okay with this, sis?" I asked.

"May I remind you which of us started performing oral sex on the other
first?" Beth said, gasping a little as Katie lapped happily at her pussy.
"Damned *right* I'm okay with it!

"There's just one thing that makes me feel . . . a little weird.  And I
guess that it doesn't matter, but . . . I still feel a little guilty about
it."

"What's that, love?" I asked, caressing her writhing butt as she rocked on
Katie's mouth.

"For a few seconds, I didn't remember that you're sterile," Beth said, her
lips pressed lightly against mine.  "And that didn't bother me at all --
because I wanted to have your baby, and I wanted a little girl -- so we
could teach her to eat pussy, suck cock and fuck!"

"God, you are a dirty-minded little slut," I said, and fucked her mouth
with my tongue.  Beth moaned, sucked my tongue, came happily thanks to
Katie.  "I'd wish I wasn't sterile, too -- but that we might well have a
defective baby together, you and I."

"I know," Beth said.  "Still . . . I thought about it for a few seconds.

"I wasn't expecting you to fuck me, Jordan -- but that was wonderful.  And
. . . I belong to you, now, sir -- you may have my mouth or my pussy at any
time.  And if you want my ass, we can try it, but --"

"Not into anal," I said.  "Who wants their dick where shit comes from?  Not
me."

"Good," Beth whispered.  "Oh, god, Jordan -- I love you!"

"Love you, too, sis," I said.  "Now . . . once Katie's done eating you,
you're going to eat her -- in this position.  Then I'm going to have you
watch as she sucks my cock -- it's a sight you'll appreciate, I'm sure.
After that, I'm going to fuck her again, in the chair -- and in the same
position as when you came in, so you can eat her while I'm in her, and eat
my come out of her after I'm done fucking her."

"Oh, god!" Beth said, and came again.  "Yes, yes please, sir!"

"After that, you and Katie go back to your rooms," I said.  "And tomorrow
morning, we spring this development on the others like this . . . ."

The next morning, I slept in a little, and when I got up, I poked my head
in the kitchen to find all of my little girls in there, sitting around and
drinking juice.  I wandered back to Beth's room and tapped lightly on the
door.  She opened it a crack, and I said, "Give me thirty seconds, love,"
kissed her briefly, and went back to the kitchen.  I grabbed a cup of
coffee, accepted hugs from Sara and Jenny, who were standing, then leaned
casually against the counter near the coffee maker and waited.  A few
seconds later, Beth came into the kitchen -- totally nude.

All six girls fell silent, staring at her in amazement and lust, as Beth
smiled at all of them, then locked her eyes on Kelly, who sat in a chair at
the head of the kitchen table, with it turned ninety degrees from the table
to face the room.  My five year-old lover wore a t-shirt nightie, and
clutched her teddy bear to her chest.

Beth walked to where Kelly sat, knelt in front of the little girl (who was
staring in amazement and lust at my sister), and said, "Kelly, you're a
very beautiful little girl, and I love you.  May I please kiss you?  A
girlfriend kiss?"

Unable to speak for her surprise, Kelly nodded frantically.  Beth smiled at
her, then leaned forward and kissed Kelly very slowly, very sweetly -- and
as sexually as she knew how.  From the first moment of lip-to-lip contact,
my sister's tongue was darting forward into Kelly's mouth, probing,
dancing, loving Kelly's tongue with her own.  A few seconds into the kiss,
Kelly put a hand on one of Beth's breasts, played with my sister's nipple,
and Beth moaned happily into Kelly's mouth at that.  After a good forty
seconds or so, they finally parted, and Beth simply rose up on her knees a
little, leaned forward, brushed a nipple against Kelly's lips, and the
little girl promptly licked it, started sucking on it.  After a little bit,
Beth gently pulled her breast away, offered Kelly her other nipple, and
Kelly sucked on it happily.  After a few seconds of the second nipple being
sucked, Beth came, hips bucking and rocking, letting out a little happy
shriek as she came.

"Oh, thank you, baby girl," Beth said, falling back to sit on her heels.
"I love you.  I want to be your girlfriend."  She looked over her shoulder,
where the others were all watching fixedly.  "I want to be a girlfriend to
all of you -- but I want to be with Kelly *right now.*

"Kelly, sweetie . . . may I eat your pussy?  Please, baby?"

"Yes!" Kelly whimpered.  "But . . . there was somethin' I was gonna ask you
before . . . before you showed me we could be sexy.  And it might make you
feel kinda weird but . . . I still wanna ask you it.  I still want you to
eat my pussy and stuff, and I wanna eat yours, but . . . but can I call you
Mommy?  Please?"

"God, yes!" Beth said, and hugged Kelly tightly before tongue kissing her
again.  "Yes, baby -- but if you want to call me mommy, don't you--"

"And I wanna call you Daddy," Kelly interrupted, looking over Beth's
shoulder at me.  "And still suck you and fuck with you and stuff -- but I
love you like my Daddy, not just my boyfriend."

"Then I'm happy to be your Daddy," I said.  "Thank you, honey."

"You're welcome, Daddy!" Kelly said, smiling at me.  Then she looked back
at Beth, smiled that fabulous, beautiful sunny-happy-little-girl smile that
always made me crazy, and set her bear aside to pull off her nightie,
leaving her in a pair of little girl's cotton underwear.  "Mommy, will you
eat my pussy, now?"

Beth whimpered something that might have been "Yes!" and started tugging
Kelly's underwear off, even as the little girl picked her teddy-bear back
up, hugged it to her side, and said, "See, Miss Bartleby?  I toldja they'd
be nice about bein' my mommy and daddy!"

Then Beth got Kelly's underwear off, spread the little girl's legs gently,
ran her fingers lightly over her already-damp pussy.  "So beautiful.  My
little girl is so beautiful!"  Then she leaned in and started lapping
eagerly at Kelly's tiny little pussy, moaning and whimpering with her need
to eat the little girl.  Kelly responded eagerly, delightedly -- but still,
in her excitement at eating a little girl she truly loved, a girl who the
society we had before would have forbidden her to have, my sister actually
came the first time before Kelly did.  I stared, enchanted by the sight,
and forgot all else until Kelly shrieked her first orgasm, clutching at
Beth's hair with the hand that wasn't holding her bear and moaning, "So
nice, Mommy!" after her shriek.

After that, I looked around -- and wasn't surprised to see that Jenny and
Katie were snuggled together, hands in each other's underwear, stroking and
playing.  The twins were doing much the same, and Sara had stripped
completely and was masturbating while leaning against the counter.

I waited until after Kelly and Beth had both come twice more, then untied
the drawstring pajama pants I was wearing and let them fall to the floor so
I could reveal the rest of the surprise to the girls.  I stepped out of the
pants, went and knelt behind Beth, stroking her ass to let her know I was
there -- and she immediately shifter her position to give me easy access to
her pussy.  I wasted no time at all, just shoved my cock into her and
started pumping, even as Kelly came and Beth did, too.

"Oh, cool," Beth squealed.  "Daddy's really gonna be Mommy's boyfriend,
too!"

"Fuck that's hot!" Sara whimpered from behind me.  "Oh, fuck, that's so
fucking hot!"

I fucked Beth hard, but not "sub-dom hard" -- not yet, the girls needed to
be talked to first, we thought.  But I did her hard, rocking my sister into
Kelly's baby pussy as I fucked her.  Both of them loved it, and after I
came, I stood, looked at the girls behind me, and said, "Well, don't just
stand there, girls -- join in!"

In seconds, Jenny was sliding under my sister, pulling Beth's dripping
pussy down on her mouth, even as Beth sat up, both her and Kelly sated for
the moment.  Then the twins were there, sucking on Beth's nipples, running
their hands over her body, even as Sara went down on Katie in the middle of
the kitchen floor.

I walked around beside the chair where Kelly still sat, bent and kissed
her, then stood straight and said, "Sweetie, Daddy would love for you to
suck his cock.  Would you, please?"

"Yes, Daddy," Kelly said.  "Daddy . . . I love you."

"I love you, too, sweetie," I said, as my five year-old "adopted daughter"
slid her mouth over my cock and started sucking.  "Daddy loves you."

Kelly blew me with her usual energy and delight, sucking me happily while
clutching her teddy- bear to her chest, bobbing her head energetically,
sucking hard.  When next I glanced at my sister, she'd put Harmony up on
the table, was eating her eagerly while her twin sister kept sucking on
Beth's nipples and fondling her breasts.

Kelly accelerated her sucking for a moment as she came from sucking my
dick, and I came myself, spurting a healthy load of come in my baby girl's
mouth.

The day went uphill from there.