Unknown - Daughter in Heat

I made certain of it. Your rubber didn't leak. You've been fucking your sister."

"Well, fuck me to tears. No wonder they were reluctant. They must know."

"Of course. The conception was planned and it was your mother that got me pregnant with Heather."

"Wait just a god damn, mother fucking minute! Would you explain that in plain English?"

"Sure, she sucked off your father and then transferred the sperm from her mouth to my womb about twenty times during my fertile cycle, nine months before Heather was born. You were in boot camp. Not only did your rubber not leak, Heather wasn't born premature. She came right on time.

Your mother knocked me up. Your mother is your sister's father, too. Still confused?"

"No, it all makes perfect sense in your world, and we're all just players in it. Does Heather know?"

"No, and she won't unless you tell her. It would be devastating to her if she were to ever find out. I would also keep this knowledge from your folks. They aren't proud of this and it's a subject best left alone. Heather is your daughter."

"That's fine with me. In fact, I wish you had kept it from me."

"I do too. I feel terrible about that, now. I'm in a confessing mood, I guess.

I'm also in the mood to tease and torment my spouse. I'm awful like that.

I just hate myself when I do that to you. You know, Jack, I might have made that up just to get your goat."

"Quit fucking with me. Is she or isn't she? No, never mind. I'm back to not being sure, which has always been the case. I'm not stupid, Sue. I knew if I wasn't her father it had to be Dad. I'm right back where I started. Let's just leave it at that."

"Okay, but I have a film of Heather being conceived in front of twenty witnesses, but you probably don't want to see that. Oral conception is awfully messy and takes a long time. Your mother had to get naked or risk staining her pretty dress. Oral conception always make me lose bladder control."

Jack looked down and combed fingers through his hair, let out a long breath in a sigh and said, "Bring that one, too. Fuck! You do want this brought out in the open, don't you?"

"Do you really have to ask, silly spouse. Why do you think I had it put on film? I knew that, one day, she'd want her father to knock her up and she'd need to know which cock to hop on."

"Aw fuck! Is there no end to this?"

"Nope, 'fraid not, not in my world, and you're stuck in it. Get comfortable. My world is better than any other. You'll see."

"I'm seeing. That doesn't change the fact; it makes it worse. They're not that jaded, and who knows, this coming out party might be the straw that breaks the camel's back."

"There are no camels in my world and your parents are ready to swing. I'll bet they'll love this bestial shindig once it gets hot and heavy and they can see that Heather loves it. She will love it. She's going to go fucking nuts on the mutt's dong. Come on, Jack. Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your mother. She's still a sexy babe. She has great tits and a very pretty pussy, neatly trimmed, just the lips the way you like it. She'd fuck you. I know she'd fuck you, and she'd love to do it in front of your father if for no other reason than to get even for all the times she had to watch him getting pussy off of me. We're talking hundreds of times over the years. She has a lot of catching up to do."

"You really think so, huh?"

"I know so. I know bitches, and horny bitches best of all. She'd fuck you in a heartbeat.

She'd never make the first move but she also wouldn't give you one single no or no sign if you began a seduction, and your seduction could be fast and furious.

You could walk up, grab her cunt, and say, 'Give me some pussy, bitch!' "

"Yeah, right. That would go over like a fart in a decompression chamber."

"The bitch would give you some pussy, no questions asked. If you wanted to, you could do it slow and sweet like lovers do. She'll be anything you want her to be-a whore, a bitch, a horny mommy, or a lover. She don't care, she just wants to get screwed. You can take that advice to the bank, stud. I know my bitches."

"Damn! I believe you. I'm inviting them. Fuck it. If Heather backs you up, they can't say shit. They've already molested her."

"That's right. Let them know that you know about the molestation before you invite them and they won't be putting on airs. Make the invite as one child molester to another. You should drive down there and do this in person.

While you're there, fuck the bitch. Get that out in the open, too. If they accept the invitation, they'll come prepared to party.

Who knows, your folks, my folks, and Sarah's folks might form a swing group from this. Their first swing might be right here in our living room around a kid getting banged by a dog while you, me, and Sarah kick back and masturbate to it. It could be a hoot."

"Yeah, the second generation watching the first and the third get it on."

"Sounds like a hoot to me, Jack. Those are two horny generations, one just getting started and turned on by everything, the other bored with their partners, looking for something fresh, young, and new, a volatile combination.

Throw in a dog and some KY Jelly, you got yourself a fucking hoot."

"We can throw Dawn in that mix, too."

"Dawn and Rodney."

"Fuck, yes. Damn, Sue, we have to get on this."

"You just worry about getting your folks. I'll get Sarah to talk to Dawn and Rodney. They should be on intimate terms by now. She can also work on her folks. I'll pay my folks a visit. Let's set this up for eight tomorrow evening and have everyone eat first so I won't have to mess with food.

We'll have pizza and lots of beer on hand. I'll see if I can't borrow that pit bull. They'll be coming back the day after, so they can pick him up then. One dog won't be enough for this party, and he'd be better for an opener."

"Pit bulls don't mix with other dogs, you know."

"They'll never see each other.

You're talking to a pro, Jack. Dogs don't share pussy, they fight over it. I've been down that road before with the scars to prove it."

"I should have known. I guess we're all set. Let's get some sleep. I'm leaving at first light.

Get a hold of Dawn and have her hold down the fort; or better yet, leave the phone on the service and give her the day off with pay. I want them moved, today-bean bag, lava lamp, and Sarah Brewer poster."

They got under the covers. "Aye aye, sir! Good night, Master."

Sue turned out the light. Jack said, "Good night, Slut."

"Asshole!"

"Bitch!"

"Fuck me!"

"Go fuck yourself."

"I liked you better the other way."

"You can't get toothpaste back in the tube. Go to sleep."

"Can Bowser sleep in the bed with us? He won't bite."

"Fuck no! Go… to… sleep!"

"Prude."

"God damnit, Sue. Get in the car and go to Plano. Go fuck something for Christ's sake."

"What was that address again?"

"515 Greenwood, Apartment 313.

Ask for Dawn. Tell her I sent you."

Jack rolled over as Sue hopped out of bed and threw on her housecoat. He next heard, "Here, boy! We're going bye-bye. I've got another bitch for you to fuck.

Yeah, you know what bitch means, don't ya fella? Sure ya do. Someone trained you real good, didn't they? You're a real pussy hound you are. Es ooh are. You can smell young pussy, huh? That's my sexy daughter. You're going to love my sexy bitch. Es ooh are.

You can try to make all the puppies you want in her bitch pussy.

Es ooh can…"

"Sue, get your es ooh ass out of here!"

"Let's go, boy. Your bitch's big brother is feeling grumpy. I think he's jealous. He knows Sis will take one look at your super schlong and turn her nose up at his teeny weeny."

"Sue!"

"All right, we're going! Come on, Bowser." She whispered loud enough for Jack to hear.