Kathy Harris: Hot niece, hot daughter

"Oh, honey, of course you need answers to all your questions. Shall I start, Bill?" Ruby asked.

"Sure, baby, go ahead," Bill said, watching his daughter closely as she settled back to listen to the explanation she so badly needed to hear.

"Well, honey," Ruby began, squeezing her daughter's hand and tenderly stroking the girl's tits with her other hand, "when you were still just a very little girl, your dad and Rosie and I used to get it on."

"Wow," Barby breathed, feeling her pussy throbbing.

"…one evening when the three of us were into a really heavy suck and fuck session, your Uncle Clay and Aunt Diane walked in on us!" Ruby said.

"Oh, no!" Barby cried, clapping one hand to her mouth. But even in the midst of her shock, she felt her pussy wetly responding to her mother's tit-caresses.

"Oh, yes," Bill said grimly picking up the story. "Of course, they were all bent out of shape… morally outraged, I think they called it. They yelled at us, called us a lot of names, told us we were unfit parents… degenerates and they threatened to have you taken away from us!"

"That sounds just like them all right. But could they have really had me taken away from you?" Barby asked, her eyes filling with tears.

"I'm afraid so, honey," Ruby said, now stroking the girl's bare arms. "After all, they had the law on their side, and they fully intended to use it. Their plan was to call the police and tell them what they had seen. Of course, your dad and I would have been thrown in jail… no doubt about it. I know that incest is considered wrong by the law in our society, but that's the way it is. And you would have been put into a foster home, Barby. Who knows what kind of people would have gotten hold of you?"

Ruby began to cry softly at the painful memories being stirred up and both Bill and Barby embraced her, patting her back soothingly.

"Yeah, some of those foster homes are the pits. And even in the best of them, you would have been totally cut off from your family and from everyone who loves you," Bill said, slipping one hand down to his daughter's crotch and beginning to lightly rub her pussy.

"But why did they pick on only me?" Barby asked. "Didn't they want to have Rosie taken away from you too? After all, she was the one they saw getting it on with you," she moaned then as her dad continued to stroke her cunt.

"I know, honey," Ruby said, sniffing away the last of her tears, "but they saw just how much your sister loved making it with us so they figured she was beyond redemption, too depraved to be saved. You were hardly more than an infant at the time so they figured it was their moral duty to save you."

"Yeah," Bill said, "they made it very clear that your mother and I were not fit to raise you, even though you were our own daughter."

"You're more fit than they were! They were never good to me! Never! You love me! You've always loved me, but they never did!" Barby cried, finally breaking down. Tear after tear streamed down her face as her parents gathered her close to them, trying to soothe her with little kisses and loving caresses and words.

"There, there, honey," Bill said as the girl's sobs began to subside.

"Go on, Dad, I'm okay now. I want to hear it all," the girl said.

"Finally, Clay and Diane said they would make a deal with us. They said that we only had two choices. Either they would call the police and have you taken away from us…"

"The bastards!" Barby cried.

"Or," Bill continued, "they would take you and raise you as their own, and we could have to swear that we would never tell you the truth about who your real parents were. They would raise you to believe that they – your aunt and uncle – were your real parents you that we were your aunt and uncle, Rosie your cousin, and on top of all that, we were to see you rarely, and only at their convenience."

"So that's why I never got to see you much at all," Barby said, "and that's why you always made stupid excuses about why I couldn't come visit you."

"That's right, dear," Ruby said softly, "they made it very clear that we could see you only when they gave their permission, and that we had no right to expect that to be very often. They held the threat of jail over our heads constantly, and they kept reminding us that they could have you placed in a foster home at any time and we couldn't risk that. Of course, we would have gladly taken that risk had we had any, idea of just how things were for you at home. But since we rarely saw you…"

"We just didn't know how unhappy you were, Barby. And we honestly believed that you were better off with them," Bill said.

"But if they had really loved me, they wouldn't have kept threatening to put me in a foster home. And mother, I mean, Diane she was always so cold and bitchy to me," Barby said.

"She was probably never able to forget where you came from, never able to forgive you for being the child of a man and a woman who happen to believe that incestuous love is the best kind of all," Ruby said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Barby said sadly. "But what about now? What's to stop them from calling the cops now and having me taken away from you?"

"Don't worry about that, dear. We've handled that," Ruby said, exchanging a smile with her husband.

"What do you mean?" Barby asked.

"We called your aunt and uncle, Barby, and we told them that you'll be living with us just as long as you want," Bill said, beginning to fondle Barby's pussy again. Her juices were flowing, soaking the man's probing fingers.

"That's right," Ruby added with a little laugh, "and we made it very clear that we're calling the shots from now on. We told them that if they pull any dirty pool on us and call the cops, we're fully prepared to tell the law that under the supervision of your aunt and uncle, you were allowed to get it on with your own cousin, Mark."

"Wow, I love it!" Barby cried, laughing now, too. She humped her little pussy up against her dad's caressing hand.

"Yeah, and we can also tell them how your own uncle got you to suck him off and then tried to pressure you into fucking his best friend," Bill said with a grin.

"And how he actually told his friend to rape you!" Ruby said, and the happy family convulsed with laughter, holding each other tightly.

"Oh, I love you both so much," Barby groaned, kissing her mother and father on their mouths. "Now… have you rested enough? Can we fuck again?"

"Whatever are we going to do with this horny girl?" Ruby asked, rolling her eyes heavenward.

"I don't know, but I think we can come up with something," Bill said with a wink at his wife and daughter.

A few minutes later, Ruby was on her hands and knees on the big bed with her knees very far apart. Barby had crawled under the woman's legs with her head aimed in the same direction as the teen's.

Barby was looking straight up at her mother's cunt, licking her lips when she saw how swollen and juicy her pussy folds were. Bill was straddling his daughter's chest, his knees squeezing her.

This way, Ruby could get at the man's cock and balls with her fingers as she raised her head to lick her mother's pussy.

Bill leaned forward and used his mouth on his wife's pussy and ass, reaching behind him now and then to stroke his girl's cunt.

As Barby raised her head, Ruby lowered her cunt to the girl's face. Barby parted her lips and stuck her tongue out boldly, vowing to give her mom an orgasm every bit as intense as the one the woman had given her.

While the teenager licked her mother's cunt, Bill kissed Ruby's asscheeks. Barby licked up and down the full length of the woman's pussyslit while Bill began to gently tug the cheeks of his wife's ass apart.

Ruby licked all over her mother's cuntal area, poking her tongue into every single nook and cranny. She savored the delicious taste of the woman's pussymeat and she eagerly swallowed down all of the thick cuntjuice which ran unceasing into her mouth.