Harry Stevens - Daughter_s new, hot family

"You got it, baby!" Luke said with the urgency in his voice indicating he was holding back on shooting his wad as long he could stand it. His and Kitty's needs were perfectly timed to feed one another.

She tugged and hauled with her cunt, almost jacking his cock off with her pussy as his prick was fucking her. Then Luke gawk to her – an erupting torrent of scalding jizz.

"OOohhhh, Papa, your cum burns my pussy soo goooood!" Kitty cried. Then, burning equally from the feverish frenzy of her orgasm, she forgot herself and recklessly added, "And best of all, I know it's the same hot cum that shot into Mama's cunt the night you fucked her and made me happen!"

She couldn't have said anything worse!

"You damned bitch!" her father thunders at her, his cock pinching off the last of his jizz as he immediately withdrew it from her cunt. "Didn't I tell you to shut up about that? You promised!"

"I'm sorry, Papa," Kitty sputtered, asking for forgiveness. "Just got carried away, that's all! Didn't mean anything by it!"

"Bullshit!" Luke Harmon snarled. "You've been playing me for a fool all along. You never would have tried this if you hadn't known all along, you scheming, little cunt!"

"I don't know anything, Papa!" Kitty desperately pleaded. "Except that all I ever wanted was for you to take my cherry!"

"Liar!"

Luke brutally slapped Kitty's face. She hadn't the faintest idea what had gotten into him, except that it had something to do with her mother. If only she could ask Mama what in the world it was all about, she thought. But that would be impossible, when her reason for wanting to know was because she'd fucked her father.

Then, without warning, Kitty had no further reason to keep the secret of father-daughter incest.

"Luke Harmon, you son of a bitch!" Elsie Harmon cried from the doorway. "Get the blazes off that little girl and out of here before I kill you!"

Luke bolted up, ready to run. But before he fled from his threatening wife, he said, "Well, Kitty, expect you'll find out now what it's all about, after all. Tried my best to keep it from you, but you're on your own now!"

Then Luke was gone. They could see him running through the cornfield when he'd left the house. He was still in full stride when he disappeared into the stalks, not looking back.

Elsie's small size and normally pleasant face were misleading. Many years as a farmer's wife had made Elsie Harmon as tough a woman as they come. Without much formal education, she was in the habit of looking reality square in the eye to see herself through hard times, and now was no exception. What was done was done, Elsie thought, so there was no use in her beating around the bush with Kitty.

"Girl," she said, "I'll help you pack your things. It's time for you to make your own way in the world. You can't stay here anymore! Not after… this!"

"But, Mama!" Kitty sobbed. "Where will I go? This is my home!"

"Not from now on, it ain't!" Elsie snapped. "Can't have you turning this place upside down because you can't keep your legs crossed. Only room enough for one of us to act like a woman in the bed on this farm. And you're looking at her, girl!"

"Okay, Mama, I get the message. I'll leave Papa alone. He's all yours!" Kitty promised.

"Ain't that simple!" Elsie Harmon said, blunter than ever. "Once a man dips his wick into some sweet, little piece of ass, he's hooked. He's always gonna be sniffing around for more of the same as long as she's around to give off her scent. And I'm not about to lose my man to any such type, no matter who she is! Even you, honey!"

"You're my parents, though," Kitty pleaded. "No matter what I did with Papa, you can't just turn me out like this. Mama, I'm your own flesh and blood!"

Elsie Harmon took a deep breath and said, "So that's what you're counting onto save you, is it, girl?"

"It sure ought to count for something, Mama! Count for plenty!" Kitty said desperately. "Tell me I'm your only child!"

"If," Elsie Harmon whispered in an hush, "it was true!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitty asked. "You've got some other kids somewhere, Mama, I don't know about?"

"No, girl, you've got it backwards," Elsie answered, whispering still. "Fact is, we got no children anywhere on God's earth."

"Just me, you mean," Kitty said.

"Meant just what I said, girl! Got no natural born kids no way, no place, no how!" Elsie said with stark simplicity. "Can't make it plainer than that to you, girl."

"Then, I'm adopted?"

Elsie nodded, then said, "I've got the papers in my bible. Give 'em to you when you leave and you can do with 'em what you will. Look up your real kin if you choose and see if you fit in there, flow that you've got no place here anymore."

Overwhelmed, Kitty had no more to say. The rest of the last day she spent on the farm was a daze to her. As the sun went down, she found herself on a bus, traveling toward an unknown horizon.

Her birth certificate listed her mother as someone named Claire Fisher. Seventeen and unmarried. Her father was a year older, a boy named John Branch. The town was Centerville, about halfway across the state from the farm where Kitty had been raised. When the bus pulled in there around midnight, Kitty ended her ride.

She walked the unfamiliar streets of the area for a while, then slipped into a phone booth. There was no Claire Fisher in the book, but a listing for a John Branch seemed to jump off the page. Trying to get up the nerve to call the number, Kitty was interrupted by a sharp rap on the glass.

"Out a little past bedtime, aren't you, girlie?" a cop drawled after he'd motioned Kitty out of the booth. "Just what's your business this time of night, anyhow?"

"I-I'm new in town," Kitty stammered.

"Don't have to tell me what I already know," the cop smugly said. "It's my business to keep an eye out for strangers. 'Specially when they're female and out walking the streets later than any decent girl's do. Know what I mean?"

"Y-you think I'm a prostitute?" Kitty asked. "Lemme put it this way, little lady," the cop said. "Unless you can prove to me you got somewhere respectable to go, I'm running you in. So what's it gonna be?"

Thinking quickly, Kitty said the first thing that came to mind.

"Glenrock Street," she said to the cop. "That's where I'm going. I've got kin there. Family. I was just about to call and tell them I'm here. Uh, I'm a day ahead of when they were expecting me. You know them?"

The cop's whole attitude changed. "John Branch, huh? Well, why didn't you say so? That's a horse of a different color. Here, least I can do is give you a ride over there. After all, any kin of Uncle John's is kin to me, too."

And, indeed, Kitty now noticed that the cop's nameplate clearly read Branch.

"Yeah!" he said, leading her to the patrol car. "My daddy and Uncle John are brothers, you know. They call me Buster."

Kitty had no choice but to introduce herself and invent a part of the family to satisfy the curiosity of the cop. She told the officer something about relatives in Mossy Fork, the nearest spot on the map to where she'd been raised.

"Thought you sounded like a farm girl," Buster said, seeming to buy her explanation. "Pretty fertile one, too. You got yourself a farm back there in Mossy Fork?"

Kitty shook her head, deciding to avoid tripping herself up with any more lies than need be.

But then she realized she'd stopped too soon. Buster was practically undressing her with his eyes and letting her know that he was unattached himself.

Since the car hadn't moved, Kitty nervously said, "Shouldn't we get going now? I'm sure you're awfully busy, being on duty and all."

"Naw, it's a slow night," Buster answered.

"I'm not in any hurry, if you aren't. Tell you what, since you're new in town, how about if I show you around before I drop you off at Uncle John's? Know a place where you can get a real good look at the town."