Diana Butts - Ball in the family

"I'll be downstairs," he said suddenly, turning on his heel. Clearly, he didn't trust himself to remain under control here in the bedroom where he had stumbled onto them.

Ursula and Jack finished dressing without saying a word to each other. Then they went down to face the music.

Clif was in the living room, sitting in an armchair. Some of his rage seemed to have vanished, but it was probably more accurate to say that it was repressed.

"Clif," Ursula said, "I know how you must feel about this, but you've got to believe me, it's something that just happened."

"Just today?"

"No, not just today," Ursula said. She figured that it was better to make a clean breast of things, and besides, she felt too guilty about everything to want to lie to her husband. It was funny how before he walked in on them, she hadn't felt any guilt at all about the incest, while now she felt plenty.

"Since when?" he asked in a funny clipped voice which showed just how mad he was.

"Since you're last trip. You know how both of us get pretty horny when we're separated like that. We don't talk much about it, but we know."

Clif didn't say anything. He knew, and indeed had had a nice little extra-marital affair in the course of this last trip.

"Well, I was horny, and Jack was unhappy, and it just, well happened."

Despite his anger, Clif was not an unreasonable man. And although he still felt outraged and humiliated by what he had seen, he had to admit to himself that he could understand perfectly well how things had managed to "just happen" between his wife and his son.

"Well," he said at last, "I'm going out for a walk to think things over. We can talk some more when I get back."

"I wonder why he came back so early from his golf game?" Ursula asked.

"I dunno, but it sure fucks things up, doesn't it."

"You're not kidding."

Clif walked for about half and hour thinking things over. He knew that in a way it was unkind to make Ursula and Jack wait on his decision, but he knew that he had to be alone to make some kind of a decision on this mess. At forty-six he was a very senior executive, and a man used to making the decisions in a difficult situation. The result was that although he was a good father, he ran things at home a bit autocratically.

"Okay," he said, entering the house, "I've made up my mind. I don't intend this to punish anyone, but for my own peace of mind I have to have some kind of assurance that this sort of stuff won't recur. So Jack's going off to summer camp as soon as that can be arranged, and next fall he'll go to boarding school."

That was it. Both Ursula and Jack knew Clif far too well to think that anything they could say could modify his decision, and besides, they felt too guilty to really be able to protest. But that didn't make them any happier about the decision. For while Clif had been out walking they had realized that while the fact of their being discovered had made them feel pretty guilty about their incestuous relationship, they couldn't really imagine doing without it, either.

The soonest Jack could be bundled off to a summer camp was about four days from then, but that didn't leave much time for him to cook up some way to get his father to change his mind.

"I hear you're going off to camp," Jack's sister Antonia said the day after Jack and his mother had been discovered together.

"Yeah," Jack said.

"How come? I thought you hated the idea of camps and things like that."

"I do."

"If you're going to be such a pain in the neck when I try and make conversation, you can just go fuck off!" she said suddenly, annoyed by the unhelpful, monosyllabic replies she was getting.

"I'm sorry, Antonia," Jack said. He and his sister, who was a year older than he, got on very well, and he certainly didn't want to make her mad at him. "The thing is, I've got to go to camp. And boarding school after that."

"Boarding school?" she said, with a note of real horror in her voice.

"Yeah, Dad's making me."

"Making you? Why? What did you get caught doing? Screwing Mom?"

She had said this as a joke, never dreaming for an instant that it might be true. But the look of surprise on her brother's face told her just how near the mark she had come.

"You didn't…?" she asked with fascinated horror.

"Oh yes, I did," Jack said. He certainly hadn't been planning to tell his sister, but now that she had stumbled onto the truth, he didn't really want to deny it. Besides, he needed a sympathetic ear.

So he told Antonia the whole story. And far from condemning him, she showed herself to be very sympathetic and understanding.

"I'll see if I can talk Dad out of it," she said to him.

In fact, on listening to her brother tell about his experiences with their mother, Antonia had felt a definite stiffening in her cute little clit, and a definite wetness in her panties. She had long secretly had the hots for her father, but she'd never dared try anything. Now, she had an idea…

On her suggestion, Jack went out with some friends on a night when his mother had already gone out for some reason or other. That meant that Antonia and her father were alone in the house.

Antonia announced that she was going to take a bath. Then, while the water was running, she came downstairs and asked her father if he knew where the bottle of shampoo was. She was dressed in only her bra and panties.

Not just any old set of bra and panties, either! Her delicate tits were encased in one of those semi-transparent, supertight no-bra jobs, which let the nipples show through very clearly. The panties were an almost equally transparent pair. The crotch was doubled, but very low, so that plenty of pubic fluff that grew above that point could be clearly seen. Antonia was a very pretty girl, and in her present getup would have been enough to tempt a saint. She was certainly enough to bring a pretty vigorous hard-on to her father as he sat in his armchair.

"The last I saw of the shampoo it was in the medicine cabinet," he gulped.

"Okay," she said with that cheerful, feminine little voice of hers and turned to walk away. As she walked, she let her hips sway seductively, and her father could see the line dividing her ass-cheeks.

He gulped again and turned back to his evening paper. He was beginning to see how resisting incestuous desires might not really be very easy.

After her bath, Antonia powdered and perfumed herself, and put on a bathrobe. Nothing else, just a bathrobe.

"What are you reading, Dad?" she asked as she came sauntering back into the living room.

"The paper."

"Is it interesting?" she asked, sitting on the arm of the chair and looking over his shoulder. Her clit was all stiff, and she could feel the fold of bathrobe she was sitting on start to get damp as pussy-fluid started to ooze out of her saucy little twat.

Clif gulped. He had always regarded his daughter as attractive, but had just told himself that this was fatherly pride. Now, with her sitting there on the arm of the chair and smelling of perfume, her lovely young body covered only by a bathrobe, he wasn't at all sure that he didn't feel something else for her. Certainly his prick was very stiff. He just hoped that she didn't notice it bulging out against his pants. He tried to cover it with a corner of the paper.

She was stroking his head now, and saying, "Can I have a kiss, Daddy?"

She bent forward and pressed her lips again his. But that sure wasn't any daughterly kiss he got, not with her pert little tongue sliding between his lips! His will power collapsed all at once, and he reached out and pulled her to him, throwing her bathrobe open so that he could get at her delicate tits.

And what tits they were, too! Silky smooth, high, firm, with dainty little pink rosebuds! They weren't very big breasts, but that just meant that they went perfectly with Antonia's slender, graceful figure.