J Bradley - Discipline for daughter

"You gave me a son," Paul choked finally. "Miriam, that's what you said when-when…"

"When I was, coming."

"I looked for you, Miriam. I looked and looked. I don't know why I said those things and walked out that day. I went back, and you were gone. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. But you'd gone. You disappeared. I looked for years, and I couldn't find you."

"I was pregnant. Paul. And ashamed. I hid. I – we had a son, Paul. Some people took him. Good people."

The two men were still staring at each other. "Holy shit," Frank said after a moment. Very softly. He looked at the woman he'd just fucked. "Oh, holy shit – Mom?"

Miriam's eyes brimmed. She bit her lower lip and nodded, making a sound that was half choke, half giggle.

"Him?" Paul blurted, looking from Frank to Miriam, shaking his head. "Of course, him – I'd recognize me anywhere. But you were just… you and he…"

"We were fucking? Yes, Paul. I fucked my son – our son. Oh, darling, it's a long story."

"See, Daddy?" Vera said. "We're not the only ones. Want to fuck me again?"

"Again?" Miriam questioned, smirking. "It's another long story," Paul said meekly. "Maybe we can tell them to each other, Paul?"

"I'd love that. Oh, Miriam, you were the only one that meant anything to me!"

Vera leaned over. "Fuck her, Daddy?" She looked at Miriam. "Fuck each [missing text]. Quickly make each other happy, while Frank and I [missing text]."

"You can't!" Miriam said again. "Don't you understand, Vera? Frank's your brother!"

"Half brother, Captain. A guy named Frank Cobb. The only guy I ever felt anything for, besides my daddy and I won't say anything about the rest of it if you don't. I mean, he's not your half son." She grinned. "Move over, Captain. Since there's only one bed here, we're going to have to share it."

She came onto the bed on her back, lying beside Miriam. She looked into her father's eyes, then into Frank's. She opened her legs and took Frank's prick in her hand and pulled him to her.

"Don't fail me now, brother. We've been wanting this since shower duty, and you know it."

"I know it!" he choked.

"What shower duty?" Miriam said quickly.

"A long story, Captain." Frank grinned. "The one I came here to tell you about when you so delightfully interrupted me, Ma'am. But it can wait. Oh, yes [missing text]."

"That's Mom, Mr. Cobb."

He laughed and kissed her mouth fully, just his prick sank into Vera's sweet, yearning cunt. "Ohhhh," he groaned.

"Daddy, Daddy – ohhhh, God, it feels so good, Daddy!" Vera cried, reaching up to pull her father's mouth to hers and kiss him hungrily.

Paul pulled back. He watched them fucking eagerly. He looked at Miriam, who was watching them too. She turned her head and looked into his eyes.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi, yourself."

"Think we can remember how?"

"Let's find out," she said, spreading her legs, opening her bald pussy to his sight.

"What's this about?" he said, his eyes brightening.

"Another long story. Sorry it's going to be a little wet in there for you."

"Won't be the first time. I used to leave it sopping, remember?"

"I've never forgotten."

"Maybe we can – you know. I looked for you a long time."

"You found me. Now shut up and make me remember all of it. Ohhh, like that! Yes! Oh, my God! Paul!"

Vera glanced over at the sound of Miriam's cry. She watched her father's prick slide all the way into the bald pussy. She saw the look of ecstasy on his face and smiled happily. She put her arms around Frank's neck and hung from him, smiling into his face.

"Sorry it's a little wet in there for you," she said.

"In just a minute, it's going to be sopping."

"Fucking my own brother – aren't I terrible?"

"Hell, no, you're the best."

"I didn't mean that," she said, giving him a playful slap.

"Oh, God – Vera!" he gasped.

"Paul!"

"Yes, yes – now!"

"Ohhhh, now! Fuck me. Fuck me!"

"Ahhhhhgh!"

The bed rocked. They bellowed in unison, knowing nothing was going to be the same any more, because the time for a change had come.