The Grandest Canyon

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3


Chapter Three

I lay on the bed, with my hands behind my head on the pillow, propped up so I could see. Lynne got between my spread legs, on her knees and elbows, one hand holding my rod upright while she studied it.

"You've already had it in your mouth," I reminded her.

"I know, but that was in the dark, and I was scared and this is different."

"Okay," I said. "Take your time."

She did, inspecting my cock, (which I had washed on the way back from the front, but I didn't tell her that,) by working the foreskin back and forth over the knob.

"Yours is different than the boys," she said. "It's rougher, or something."

"It wants you to suck it," I said softly. I decided if she wanted to play this game, I'd play too.

"I know," she said, looking up at me. "You said to take my time."

"It's horny," I rasped. "It wants to be in your beautiful hot little mouth. It wants to feel your tongue playing with the tip."

Her face infused with blood. I thought she was blushing out of embarrassment, at first, but then she licked her lips and I saw hunger in her eyes.

"Like this?" she asked, and then her mouth swooped down over the head.

She sucked, her cheeks collapsing. There was no room for her tongue to play with anything.

"Oh fuck yeah," I groaned.

Her lips pulled off with an audible 'pop.'

She was still flushed when she looked up at me.

"Wow," she panted.

"Suck, woman!" I growled. "You better make it go soft, before it looks for another hot hole to wiggle its way into."

Her eyes went round and she held her breath. Then she swooped down again.

I had to break out of my role as a growling satyr to give her pointers, such as stroking the part she couldn't get into her mouth, and using her lips to slide on and off of the tip, explaining that that was taking the place of the foreskin she had pushed down onto the shaft. Then I threatened to fuck her again and she started making mewling noises.

I noticed two things that needed to be addressed. First, she just didn't have enough experience to bring me off. What she was doing was fabulous, but not enough. Secondly, she had her left hand between her legs. What I suspected was she was going to end up doubly frustrated. So I stopped her.

"Come here, baby," I said, as she looked up at me in confusion. "Let me help you."

I scooted down and reversed her, pulling her knees into position above my face. She figured out what I was going to do and froze.

"Daddy, you can't," she gasped.

"Just get back to work, girl," I growled.

"But Daddy, I'm all yucky down there!"

"If you'd rather I fuck it than lick it, that's fine with me," I said, in my best satyr voice. But rather than let her actually make that decision, I pulled her hips down and raised my head to put a lip lock on her pussy lips. She squealed and wiggled a bit, but then went still as I thrust my tongue between those lips as far into her as I could.

Then she went back to work on my prick.

What I was doing to her made all the difference in how she did things to me. As her passion climbed, her natural instincts took over and she learned to love what she was doing. And when I felt her shudder through an orgasm, I was so pleased that I'd given her one that I was able to let go and give her a taste of what she was after. Again, I think because she was so fired up, she never thought about spitting or puking. She just sucked and swallowed and sucked some more. I went soft in her hand, but she didn't care, sucking on the tip while I worked over her clitty to bring her off a second time. When she shuddered and shook her way through that one, she pulled her pussy away from my mouth and turned around.

Her kisses on my lips were passionate too, and neither of us minded the fact that our lips were slippery and sliding around, covered in each other's juices.

Finally she fell limply on my chest, turned her head sideways, and just breathed.

"I love you so much, Daddy," she panted.

"I know, baby. I love you too," I said. "Was that what you had in mind?"

"Better," she sighed. "Much better."


I left her there to nap and got dressed to go up and relieve whoever needed relieving. When they found out their sister was taking a nap, neither boy felt like going into the back. Instead, Shaun started reading through the brochures on Carlsbad Caverns and the Grand Canyon, which was the stop after that. They made a game of it, reading the brochures in deep announcer voices, as if they were describing the attraction to someone who had just won a trip there on Wheel Of Fortune or something. It was pretty funny.

Once we got to Carlsbad Caverns National Park, I found a place to park and set up. Lynne got dressed and we caught a shuttle bus to the caverns, where we only had to wait maybe twenty minutes for a tour. It was something new and very exciting for all of us, an amazing sight for our eyes as we learned how these huge caverns were made over time.

When we got out, we decided to walk back to the camper. I wished I'd gotten a cheap car to pull behind the camper. We all wanted to go out to eat. Then I saw the rental car place, so we rented an SUV for the evening. We went into town and had southwestern cuisine, and then went over to the Gerrells Performing Arts Center, where there was a concert by a group called Wind Machine that night. They had one of those guitars with two necks on it, and for one number, all five of them played it at the same time. Two plucked the strings, while two more fingered the frets, and the fifth one used the body for percussion. It was pretty amazing. All in all we had a great time.

By the time we turned in the car and walked back to the camper, it was midnight. When Lynne said the boys could have the bedroom again, I didn't think anything of it. But when she came into my room half an hour later ... naked ... I knew she didn't plan on sleeping on the couch. Without a word, she crawled on the bed and settled herself with her face over my cock. She looked up at me through lowered lashes.

"I like your taste," she said. "But the way we did it last time made me want something longer and bigger around than my finger inside me." She licked the tip of my cock. "So I think it's better if you don't do that."

"There's a reason I did things the way I did last time," I said.

She wanted to know about that, so I explained about how sensitive a man's penis is to this and that kind of manipulation. She insisted that I teach her how to get me to spurt without making her want to have it spurting inside her, so to speak, so we set to work on doing that. When she found out that, basically, what she had to do was jack me off while sucking the tip, she said that wasn't any fun. I told her she could make love to it all night long if she wanted, but if she wanted to taste the juice, that was what she had to do.

So she spent the better part of half an hour making love to my penis with her mouth and hands, and then jerked the spunk out of me like a pro. I was astonished. And when I told her it was coming, she sealed her lips around the tip and sucked like it was a straw. That didn't work so well, and some of my cum squirted out around her lips. She just cleaned her hand up like a kitten would clean its paw, and then raised glittering eyes up to meet mine.

"I changed my mind," she said. "I want you to lick me."

"What happened to you being worried about wanting more?" I asked.

"It's all soft now," she said. "Even if I want more, I can't have it. This is the perfect time. Please?"

Which is how she ended up on her back, knees up, heels wide, as I lay between her legs and licked and sucked her until she had to cover her face with a pillow while she screamed.

I let her recover a little bit, and then crawled up to kiss her nose.

"You're in big trouble, little missy," I said, licking where I'd just kissed.

"Why?" she asked, still panting lightly.

"'Cause I'm not soft anymore," I whispered.

I managed to jerk my face aside, barely avoiding getting head-butted as her head jerked up, her eyes open wide, to see my prick, hanging above her now relaxed and gaping pussy lips.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered.

"This is what it's all about, Pumpkin," I said softly. "Now that I've had part of you, I want it all. Every man will, baby, and that's what you have to understand. If I was any other man in the whole world, it would already be balls deep in you by now."

"Oh Daddy," she gasped. Her hands went to my hips. They gripped my flesh, but not hard.

"It's not a game, honey," I said. "This is serious business. I want you so bad, I'm willing to do it without a condom. That's how much I want you. See what I mean? You can't let yourself get into this situation unless you're willing to go the whole distance."

Her eyes had been staring at my thick stalk, the tip only an inch away from her slick pussy. Now her eyes came up to look into mine.

"Daddy?"

"What?"

"What if I am willing?"

I groaned, "Oh baby, please don't tease me." I sagged, and the tip of my prick brushed her mons, just above her split.

"I'm not teasing, Daddy," she moaned. "I love you. I feel like I'm going to explode again. I need something, Daddy. I think I need you!"

"You're a virgin, honey. It hurts the first time," I moaned.

"I've had Aunt Sarah's dildo in me," she whispered. "She doesn't know. I found it one day when she wasn't there, and I tried it."

"Oh damn," I groaned.

"I do need you, Daddy," she whined. "I need something, or I'm going to go crazy!"

Her right hand left my hip, and just her fingertips touched my rod, pushing it down, until it was poised, ready to impale her untried pussy.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

"I think that's what I want," she whispered.

Her fingers pulled on my penis, gently, guiding it as my hips sank another inch, until I was notched in her heat. Then her hand went back to my hip and her nails dug in to pull gently.

At that point, I was helpless. At least I didn't just ram it in her. At least I was able to control the rate of penetration so it was steady as she inhaled, and then exhaled, her eyes wide, and then inhaled again, taking in a huge breath as my balls gently touched her ass.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped. Her eyelids blinked rapidly. "I didn't know ..."

"Does it hurt?" I rasped.

Her whole body was rigid, with the exception of her neck and head. She shook her head furiously and squeaked "No."

So I pulled it out of her and slid it back in, bouncing off her mons this time.

Her squeak this time was more of a sobbing rush of air out of her lungs as her arms came up to crush me to her. I felt the tip of my cock pushing at her cervix, and wiggled from side to side to maul her clit. She made wet nonsense sounds in her throat as her hips tried to bounce up off the bed.

I pulled out and slid in again twice, and her eyes blinked closed and open again half a dozen times. I stopped, thinking she might be in pain after all.

"You okay?" I asked.

This time she nodded, and her hands began giving me instructions, until I was truly fucking her with a gentle, languid rhythm, making sure to scrape the top of my cock along her clit as I moved it in or out. She got redder and redder in the face, her body still stiff, until she took a huge breath and said "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" through clenched teeth.

I felt her sheath ripple all around my cock, and knew she was having an orgasm, her first with a penis in her. It's almost impossible to explain how I felt, because I was proud and horrified, all at the same time. My baby was having a good time, and I was responsible for it, and that felt good. At the same time I knew I should be shot, because our lives would never be the same again. I clung to the fact that Sarah had gone on to have a perfectly normal life, as my daughter's vagina fluttered and milked until I had to stop. I was on a hair trigger, and deep in her.

Slowly - moving too fast would make me lose it - I pulled out bit by bit, until she finally realized I was taking it out.

"No!" she whispered, and her hand grabbed for my hips again.

I jerked fast, feeling the flood of semen rushing through my prick, and got clear just as the first rope painted her open pussy mouth. I kept moving my ass backwards as she said "No!" again, louder, and empted my prick on the covers between her thighs.

"Dadeeeeee," she moaned, unhappy at being empty, but I didn't care. Only a little had gotten in her, and then not deep. I owed her that much, at the bare minimum.

Then the room light went on, and Shaun said "Not fair! Not fair at all!" while Scotty said "What the fuck?" and we looked over to see them both standing in the open door. Since they had been sleeping in the same bed, they had on underwear.


I didn't have a leg to stand on. I was toast and I knew it. So I just sat there, on the edge of the bed, while they yelled at me. And stared at the white mess in the mouth of their sister's pussy.

Of course they weren't interested in hearing something like "We lost control." Nor were they going to listen to a "This is what I warned you about" speech. I guess Lynne felt just as bad because she wasn't saying anything either. On the other hand, she wasn't covering up, not even to close her legs and hide the evidence of what had just happened. She just kept looking from one to the other, her face indecipherable. Basically, we just let them rant on until they got tired of ranting.

When it finally got quiet, Lynne spoke. "It was my fault. I made him do it."

Like two teenage boys are going to believe that.

When they quieted down again, she sat up, and then stood. On bare feet, she stepped closer to them both. Do not ask me why, but the boys moved closer together and leaned away from her, like they were afraid of her! She played them like my sister had played me when we were young. She put her hands on her hips and addressed them both.

"You'll both get your turn ... but only when I'm ready. I was ready for him tonight. That's just the way things are ... okay?"

They were speechless. It was like she was a bear, and had said "I'll eat you when I get around to it. Meantime, just stay frozen right there where I can keep an eye on you."

Except she didn't want to keep an eye on them. "Now, you interrupted us, and I need to talk to Daddy about things, so if you'll both go back to bed, I'll come in, in a minute and see if I can't make it easier for you to get back to sleep, Okay?"

This time Scotty nodded, his face stiff. He backed up to the door, though, and went through it backwards, leaving Shaun there alone. Lynne gave him a gentle push, and he skittered back out of the door. She closed the door firmly. I think she'd have locked it, had there been locks on the doors, which there weren't.

She turned around to face me. "That's the only time I've ever done that, but I got the feeling you stopped a little early. Is that right?"

"I stopped before I got you pregnant," I said softly.

"Oh," she said. "Okay. Why don't you take the cover off that you made a mess on, and I'll be back in a few minutes."

Then she opened the door she'd just closed, walked through it, and closed it again.

But not before she said "I won't be long."


I had to go peek. What man would have been strong enough not to?

She had closed my door, but not theirs. By the time I got there (I took care of the bedspread first) she had Scotty on his back, naked, with one hand on his chest and one on his thigh as she stood beside the bed and leaned over his dick. Of course I don't know what she said to get him that way, but he was already hard. Shaun sat off to one side, on the bed, watching. He was also naked, and also hard. Lynne was looking up at her older brother.

"There's no competition in this family," she said. "I love all three of you. And when I learn something new, I'll eventually practice it with everybody. What I need you to do is be patient, and let me do this at my own speed, okay?"

Scotty was a smart kid. With her in that position, it wasn't too hard to figure out what she was about to do. He swallowed and nodded his head.

Without using her hands, she captured his prick in her mouth and moved her lips up and down along his shaft while she sucked. His groan made me want to giggle hysterically. His hips bucked and he cried out like he was in pain. Then everything stopped. Very slowly, she pulled her lips up his shaft and off the tip. His cock was already half soft as she stood up and swallowed.

"That was quick," she commented.

"Oh man!" sighed her younger brother, who reached for his stiff prick with one hand.

"Don't you touch that!" she warned him. "You're next."

"Oh man!" he gasped, and literally pushed his big brother off the edge of the bed. Lynne had to step back to avoid his falling, flailing, complaining body. Then she stepped over him and kneed up onto the bed so she could reach Shaun.

He lasted longer than his brother, but I honestly think that's only because he had some time to prepare. I'm sure the next time she sucked on Scott's prick, he was able to enjoy it longer. For sure, Shaun made sure she knew how happy he was. His hands toyed with her hair and he told her he loved her at least four or five times before he lost it and she sucked him dry. She swallowed his spend too and then got off the bed.

"Better?" she asked sweetly.

It was clear to me she had just made both boys her slave.

"Okay. See you in the morning." It was also clear that, between the lines, she was telling them she did not want to see them again until it was morning.

I almost made it back to my bedroom without getting caught, but I had to close the door, and because I was in a hurry I closed it too fast and it made a noise. She was there right away and came in with a knowing look in her eyes. This girl was learning about men very quickly, but she had always been a quick study.

"Did you peek?" she asked.

It seemed this was my night for getting caught, so I just nodded.

"Are you mad?" That one surprised me. After all that had happened, why would she think I was mad? As I thought about that, and how many times I had tried to turn this particular train off the tracks, I could see where she was coming from.

"It's a little late to try to close this barn door," I said.

She came to me, hugging me, pressing her naked body up against mine. She kissed my chest and looked up.

"It is," she said.

"I'd ask how you're doing, but it's pretty obvious you're not all that traumatized by any of this," I said.

"Not traumatized ... no," she said. "Amazed. Astonished. Out of my mind happy. But no trauma. Even when you went in me it didn't hurt like I expected it to."

"About that," I said.

She put a finger against my lips.

"Nothing bad happened, Daddy," she said.

"That depends on who you ask," I replied.

"Well, if they're not a part of this family, I don't really care what they think," she said.

"The last thing you need right now is to be pregnant, honey," I said.

"And we'll do something to make sure I don't get that way." She kissed my chest again. "But seeing as how I finished my period the day before you picked me up, I don't see any problem with what's happened, and I don't want you throwing cold water on something that I loved very much."

"You did?"

She reached for my head and pulled me down for a kiss on the lips. It was a very good kiss, and I wondered just where the fuck my little girl had learned how to kiss like that.

"I did," she said, after she broke the kiss. "I would have been happier if you hadn't been so hasty about things. I was just beginning to have fun."

"You had an orgasm!" I pointed out.

"And right in the middle of that you abandoned me!" she argued.

"I didn't abandon you," I sighed. "I just pulled out."

"I rest my case," she said, smugly.

"How did we get to this place?" I wondered, taking a moment to recognize that huge changes had taken place, changes that didn't seem to faze her in the slightest, but which made it a completely different world for me.

"We drove. Let's go to bed."

"You can't sleep with me," I said.

"Why not?" She sounded hurt.

"Because if you're in bed with me, that will happen again. I'm helpless to resist you."

"Do you want the inside, or should I take that?" she asked, pulling back the sheet, and ignoring me. When I didn't answer, she lay down on her back in the middle of the bed and pulled her knees up. Letting then drift slowly apart, she slid a hand between her legs to touch her clit gently. "I have an idea. Why don't I take the bottom, and you can have the top."

Had someone called me on the phone, at that moment, and said "In exactly five minutes, people will be there, with cameras, and if you happen to be fucking your daughter, they're going to take pictures of it and post them on the internet. You'll be shamed forever, in front of the entire world!" ... well ... it wouldn't have made one bit of difference. I had been truthful with her when I said I was helpless to resist her.

I did stop to nurse her nipples for the first time, which was a surprise for her, and something she became instantly addicted to. It got her plenty wet enough that when I slid into her again, all she did was give a groan of overstuffed satisfaction. When she popped this time, I tried to resist, but she had what I believe is called a "snapping pussy" which worked on my prick like a portable two-piston milking machine.

This time, I stayed deep in her, though, and I pushed so that even if I went soft on her, at least my pubic bone would still be massaging her clit. And that worked, because it moved her from that orgasm into a follow up that sounded like it was less intense, but longer. Her arms went around me and she panted, "I love you Daddy. Please don't ever stop doing this to me."

Apparently she meant that, because by morning, she'd pulled me on top of her three more times.


I actually hobbled when I got up the next morning. I felt like I was eighty years old. Meanwhile she was stretching that lithe, young, supple body, rubbing her flat belly and murmuring about how wonderful she felt.

"Good," I croaked, thinking about brushing my teeth. "Then you can go make breakfast. We're paid up, so all you guys have to do is stow the jacks and unhook and Scott can get us back on the road. I'm going back to bed."

"Is poor Daddy all worn out?" she teased. Then a contrite "I'm sorry. I do love you. And I love what you did for me last night. I'll always love you for that."

"We'll see," I said. "If your belly swells up, you may change your mind."

"Would you stop worrying about that? I told you, it's the wrong time for that to happen. I had sex ed last year in school, you know."

"And did they recommend taking chances?"

"Of course not," she said.

"Then why are you?"

"Because I love you, and even if you did get me pregnant it wouldn't be the end of the world."

"And just how do you figure that?" I asked.

"One, I want you to home school me from now on anyway. I got straight A's last year and was bored half the time. Two, I'm pretty sure Aunt Sarah wasn't kidding about wanting me to have kids for her to raise. Not that I want to do that, but the option is there. I'm just saying it wouldn't be completely terrible if we had an accident. I'm going to want children sooner or later anyway."

I could hear the optimism of youth in her voice, and decided not to argue with her. Teens believe what they want to believe, sometimes, just like the rest of us. I just decided that the first chance we got, I'd get her a prescription for the pill and that would take care of that. Flagstaff Arizona was on the itinerary for later that day, and they'd have both doctors and pharmacies. If it cost us an extra day ... who cared?

Scotty didn't believe her when Lynne told him he was in charge of getting us unhooked and back on the road. He had to check with me, which woke me up. I admit I was a little short with him. He closed the door and left me in peace.

As I drifted off again, I decided that, as completely crazy as this trip had become, things were actually going pretty well. It was nice to know I could just go back to sleep and let the kids take care of things.


When I woke up I felt a lot better. We were still moving, but I had to guess at the time, since I'd left my watch up front. I got up, ran my hand through my hair and decided I'd better get dressed, since Scott was probably due to be relieved.

When I left the room I found Shaun and Lynne in the common area. He was sitting on the couch, naked, of course, and she was straddling him, with her shins on the couch beside his thighs. They were kissing. I ducked into the bathroom to do my thing there, and when I came out, Shaun had his head laying back on the couch, his eyes closed.

It was her rocking motion that tipped me off.

He was inside her. She was already fucking the boys.

"What are you doing?" I groaned.

She turned her head.

"Scotty got the first blow job, so Shaun gets to be the first to do this," she said, as if that made everything just fine.

"This is not a good idea!" I snapped.

"This is a wonderful idea," she said. "Don't be jealous, Daddy."

I wanted to yell, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. As I went to the front, I heard Shaun give a gasping groan and knew his adolescent penis was spurting his sister full of creamy teenaged spend ... the kind that was extra virile because it was so young and fresh.

Scotty obviously knew what was going on back there, because when I offered to relieve him, he pulled over right then and there, hopped out of the seat and went straight to the back. I had to strap in and get us going again, so I couldn't chase after him and try to talk sense into my children. In an amazingly short amount of time, Shaun, fully dressed, eased himself into the navigator's seat and stared out of the windscreen. I tried to think of something to say, but was lost for words. What do you say to your fifteen-year-old son about his first full sexual experience, especially when he had it with his sister?

Apparently he didn't have the same problem. Eventually he turned to me.

"It's going to be okay, Dad. Really. We talked about it, and things will be fine."

"Easy for you to say," I said, but left it at that.

I looked in the rearview mirror just in time to see Scott, now naked, pulling his sister into the bedroom. They were both running, like they were newlyweds or something.


When we got to Flagstaff, I saw the little blue and white sign that said "Hospital" on it, with an arrow pointing the way, and found the place. I knew there would be a slew of doctor's offices and clinics surrounding the hospital, and I was right. It took five hours, but I finally got her in to see a doctor, who was very curious about why a fourteen-year-old girl on vacation with her family would be in such urgent need of birth control pills. Lynne, with a perfectly straight face, said she'd forgotten to refill her prescription before we left, and was going to run out in less than a week. When he asked her what brand she was taking, she shrugged and said "I don't know. They're in a yellow case." Then he wanted to know who our doctor was, and I told him, knowing what he'd run into if he called Glenndale, where phone lines still weren't restored, and many records were scattered to the winds. Eventually he just examined her, wrote the prescription and went on to the next patient.

She took her first pill as soon as we got back in the Hurricane from going into the pharmacy. I didn't see any of the kids from then until we got to the Grand Canyon and I parked. I found them all in the bedroom, sleeping together naked. Her legs were closed, so I couldn't see her pussy lips, but her pubic hair was matted with dried semen.

For the rest of the trip, she slept with me every night, and serviced the boys ... or demanded they service her, more likely ... while I drove us back toward the east coast. We all enjoyed the Grand Canyon, but the boys were more fascinated with the grandest canyon, her canyon, as it were. And I wasn't immune. She was hot blooded, and she loved to fuck. She loved learning new positions, and experimenting with new ways to move. Sometimes she wanted to be taken hard and fast. Sometimes she wanted to make it last as long as possible. Sometimes she reached for an orgasm with single-minded intensity, and sometimes she sat on top of me, impaled, and just talked a blue streak while she rocked languidly for an hour or more.

I didn't get to see what she did with the boys. Not on the trip anyway. On the way back, we talked about what we wanted to do in the future, and everybody agreed that going back to Glenndale was not what we wanted. Our home was gone. They had lost their mother there. Shaun talked about the folks place, where he had spent a year. He said he liked farming, and would like to take some agriculture courses at the local community college when he got out of high school. I think maybe he sold us on the idea of working the farm as a family. Having grown up there, I knew what to expect, but I let him tell his brother and sister about it. He didn't sugar coat it, describing his routine as getting up at five in the morning to do chores. When he was in school, chores lasted until breakfast, after which he got on the bus and went to school. In the summer, chores lasted ... well ... all day long. That's just how things were. On the other hand, he said, if there were more hands to do those chores, then there might be more time for other things.

I was pretty sure I knew what he had in mind by "other things." He looked at Lynne's chest when he said that.

Scott had gotten into Air Force ROTC while he was living with Don, and had thought about joining the Air Force. He said he wasn't sure about that, though, and could explore his options during his last year of high school.

Lynne said she had no idea what she wanted to do, but again brought up home schooling. She said if we lived with my folks on the farm, and she home schooled, she'd have more time to help them. Shaun jumped on that train too. Only Scotty said he was interested in going to public school, because he thought a regular diploma would be better if he went the military route.

My parents were ecstatic, of course. They had hoped I'd take over the farm anyway. While I had not wanted to do that when I left home, I looked at things a bit differently now. Mom's health wasn't all that it had been, and Dad could use a break too. And I'd grown up there, So it was already home to me. In the end, I gave them the insurance money and they signed the deed over to me. Eventually they took the motor home to Arizona and lived in it down there, but that's a different story.

Once we moved into a house again, things changed again. Grandma and Grandpa started going to bed early, because they now had plenty of help to get things done. It was a big house, which meant the boys had a bedroom, Lynne got one, and there was one for me, all upstairs. Only one of them had been used in years, and that one was the one Shaun had used for the last year. We cleaned them all up, but the living arrangements were a lot more fluid than my parents were aware of. Now that Lynne had her own room, she could entertain "visitors" at her leisure. She developed an informal schedule, where each of the boys slept with her in her room two nights a week, and she slept with me in my room the other nights.

We were lucky. As sperm-soaked as Lynne stayed, it was amazing that she didn't get pregnant until she was sixteen. By then, the home schooling my mother had decided was her purview, had leapt ahead and they had turned in all the paperwork to the approving authority and were waiting for the graduation certificate to be approved and sent back. Mom had already announced that she and Dad were going to go see the world in the motor home, and it was just the luck of the draw that Lynne didn't have to tell me she had missed two periods before they left.

Of course we had no idea who the father was. We men were lucky, in one sense, that she was so highly sexed, because it took all three of us to take care of her sexual needs until she got pregnant. At that point, she slowed down a bit. We men also had our hands full with the farm as her belly grew. I went to the hospital with her to coach her, but she decided to take drugs. She gave birth to a healthy little boy who was obviously Shaun's, based on hair color and the shape of his face. All four of us agreed Shaun was the one who got to her.

Scotty did decide to join the Air Force, and that was traumatic when he left. Lynne was miserable for a week or two, and then bounced back. He had said he planned on coming back to the farm after his Air Force hitch, but we weren't sure that would happen.

So, in his absence, we knocked Lynne up again. I didn't know it at the time, but she stopped taking the pill when she turned sixteen, and she didn't start up again until she was twenty-two. By then she had four children. The first boy we were sure was Shaun's. And since she restricted access to her pussy to Scott when he came back after the Air Force, the one she had ten months later was his. The two girls in between? It's up for grabs. All we know is they're loved by all and doing fine.

She's twenty-six now, the spitting image of her mother, when she walks into my bedroom and drops her clothes to get in bed with me. Scott's son is four now, and she's been saying she wants one more ... one she's sure is mine.

I've told her we're fine.

I've told her I'm getting a little long in the tooth to father a child.

I've even told her it's not a good idea.

She's riding me right now, though, leaning over to drop a well used, but surprisingly young looking nipple into my mouth. That snapping pussy is working on my prick. She's teasing me ... saying things like "Cum in me, Daddy. Get me all pregnant again." and "I'm ovulating today, Daddy. If you squirt now, you're gonna be a daddy to your own grandchild."

She never listened to me. Not from the very beginning, when my little tomboy turned into a young woman.

Instead, she has always embraced what she felt was right for her at the time.

And right now ... that's being a mommy.

The End

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