J. Brown - Homespun Fun

"Hey, honey. Don't do that. There's nothing wrong. It was just one of those things. Don't cry now. Please."

The brief feel of her hand on his member had ignited him even further, and now, holding her soft warm body against his, the blazing demands of his loins were beyond control. Reaching for her hand, he curled her fingers around his thrumming piston and held them there, talking to her calmly and soothingly.

"See, darling? There's nothing to be afraid of. It's only another part of my body, like my hand or my arm. It can't hurt you. Feel it."

Dana was terrified, but didn't want to do anything that would disappoint or upset her father. Choking back sobs, she let him rub her hand up and down his thing, feeling the vast difference between the thick hairy shaft and the silken bulbous tip. It burned against her palm, yet in a way it was fascinating.

"There, honey," Ken crooned, stroking her long tresses as he kissed her cheek, throat and bare shoulder. "That's not so bad, is it? I felt you, now you can feel me."

The girl sniffed as she flattened her tits against him and held the thing in her grip. She knew boys were different than girls, but had never seen a real penis, and the size of it filled her with awe, especially the enormous knob on the end.

"It's…it's awfully hard, isn't it, Daddy? Is it always like that?"

"No, sweet. You know what it is, don't you?"

"I think so."

"And what it's used for?"

"No, not really. Nobody's ever told me. Should I know?"

Ken kissed her forehead and ear while sliding his hands down her back and over her taut buttocks. "No, hon. I guess you're too young yet. You will soon enough, though."

She was still pumping his organ lightly, gliding her tiny hand from the root to the crown, apparently over the initial shock of feeling and stroking a man's muscle. Ken was tempted to thrust his straining peter through her fist, but was afraid that the humping might frighten her.

Scalding jizz was rushing through his groin, heading for his dick, and he knew he was going to blow off soon.

"Sit down on the stool, kitten," he moaned, "and keep doing what you're doing! It makes me feel very good!" Placing his hands in her arm pits, he lowered her onto the toilet, then stood in front of her to watch her jack him off.

"Does it really feel good?" she asked wonderingly. "How come?"

He wound his fingers in her hair and fought to stop the quaking in his legs. "I'll explain some other time, darling! Just don't stop! Oh, baby! God! Kiss it, honey! Only the end! Kiss it, Dana!"

Pulling her head toward him, he wiped the swollen head of his joint across her pink lips, feeling her hot breath swirling around his jumping peter and aching nuts. He was committed now, and had to cum.

The river of boiling sperm couldn't be stopped. It was flowing through the tubes in his pelvis and had nearly reached the base of his poker.

"FASTER, honey! Faster! Oh damn, My lovely baby! Kiss it, Dana! Squeeze it harder! Oh, God! I'm close! I'M sssooo close!"

Backing up a step, he released the flood gates in his prick and allowed the jetting stream to pour forth and spray Dana's tits and chest. As the thick liquid hosed her, it dribbled down over her bare cones and dripped off her large nipples onto her thighs. Her mouth hung open until the last squirts had pelted her, then she looked up at Ken's face although she couldn't see him.

"Daddy! What happened! What was that stuff! I can't see!"

He was still shaking from his powerful ejaculation, and his breathing was strangled. When finally he was able to speak, he said, "Don't let it upset you, honey. It was supposed to happen that way."

"But what was it?" she insisted removing her hand from his cock and gingerly feeling the viscous wetness covering her front. "It's hot, and it feels real weird!"

"It's semen, Dana," he said ashamedly. "That's, well, what makes babies." Reaching for a wash cloth, he wet it with warm water and began wiping the girl off, a sense of revulsion and pure disgust washing through him.

"I don't get it," she said with a puzzled frown. "How can you make babies like that?"

"Let's not talk about it now, baby," he said, furious with himself.

"One of these days we'll have a talk, and I'll explain everything to you."

"I sure hope it's soon," she said as he helped her up and draped the nightie over her. "I don't understand anything about it."

Ken put his robe on, then led the girl back to her room and put her in bed, realizing fully how close he had come to insisting that she suck him off. It was crazy, but true! He actually wanted to have sex with both his daughters! With his mind in that sorry condition, he knew he would have to avoid them as much as possible while Lynn was gone, or at least make sure they were fully dressed whenever he was around them.

Things were getting out of hand, and it was damned serious!

"Are you going to stay and talk to me for a while?" she asked when she was settled.

He looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was eleven-thirty, giving him ample time to dress before the nurse got there. "Sure, kitten. What do you want to talk about?"

"For serious and real?"

"Of course." He pulled the chair over and sat down. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, are Aunt Lynn and the kids going to live with us from now on?"

"I don't know, Dana. I hadn't really thought about it. Why? Don't you like them?"

"Weeelll, yeah. But, you know what happened in the bathroom just now? I think I kinda liked it, even though I couldn't see what was going on.

If they stay here, we couldn't do that any more."

Ken leaned forward and hung his head. "Honey, we can't do it again no matter what happens. I made a mistake, but I won't do it again."

"What mistake? Jeez, Daddy, I wish you'd tell me."

"Fathers and daughters are something special. They don't do things like that. It's sort of hard to explain."

She paused, then said, "I think I understand. You think I'm still a little girl, don't you?"

"Let's face it, honey, you are. And I want you to stay that way as long as possible. Okay?"

Dana expelled a deep breath. "All right. If you won't talk about that, will you tell me about your trip?"

He had to get out of there, no matter how much he wanted to stay. The sight of her lying on the bed, practically inviting a fuck, was too much for him. He got up and covered her, then bent down for a kiss.

"Hon, I have to get dressed, now. Miss Sims will be here very soon.

After she's gone, we'll get you dressed and you can sit in the living room with me. Would you like that?"

"Sure. Just as long as we can be together."

"Right. I'll see you in a little while."

As he was going down the hall, he saw that Nancy's bedroom door was open, and looked in. The young girl was wearing only a pair of brief panties, and was bent over, pulling on a pair of shorts. Her fantastic tits flopped as she straightened up to give him a wide smile.

"I've had my shower, and I'm almost ready to go. Want me to do anything before I leave?"

"I don't think so. Have fun, but be back by supper time."

"I will. I'll just be across the street, anyway."

Ken noticed that she was staring at his robe where his penis would be, and after buttoning up her shorts, she made no effort to pick up and put on the halter that was lying atop the dresser. He let his eyes stray to her titties for a second, then waved good-bye and went on to his room.

He had hung up his robe and was laying out the things he was going to wear when the door opened and Nancy took a halting step in. She wordlessly gave his soft cock and hanging balls a frankly curious appraisal, then flashed him a grin.

"I'm going now. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Fine. Thank you." When she didn't move, he asked, "Was there something else, Nancy?"