Chapter 3: Beth Picks Me Up

Friday night eventually arrived although all day I could have sworn something had happened to the space-time continuum or whatever as the clocks seemed to grind to a halt. Beth picked me up before my parents got home from work (late as they usually were) and we set off for the party, wherever it was going to be this time as I had no idea.

“Well, well ... someone looks like she’s been getting some,” Beth teased me as I settled into the passenger seat.

“Why do you say that?” I responded, trying to act innocent.

“Ohhhhhh, you just have that glow about you,” she giggled, “You know, that ‘I’ve just been fucked’ look.”

I just grinned and kept my silence but she wasn’t going to let it drop that easily.

“Let me guess ... Daddy?” she teased me, “C’mon, fess up ... did Kelly get it from her daddy recently?”

I reached over and slapped her leg playfully. She was wearing something that was supposed to be a skirt, I think, but it was so short it wasn’t easily identified! That was OK with me as Beth had some of the greatest legs of any girl I knew. Looking her over quickly, the blouse she was wearing obviously had no intention of staying on too long either given it was almost sheer with only a couple of the buttons done up.

I’ve been jealous of Beth’s boobs since I was fourteen and trying to convince my mom I was ready to move up from a training bra while Beth was already a B cup and almost a C. These days they were at least a D and probably more likely a DD, that is, if she worried about what bra size she wore. Most girls with boobs her size wore a bras as much out of practical necessity than anything - but not Beth. She loved to bounce and jiggle and it was amazing how firm she was given the size of her boobs.

“Alright, so don’t tell me,” she huffed, “But don’t think I don’t know!”

We both laughed at that. If anyone would know, it was Beth. Although I’m not the least bit ashamed of it, incest is not exactly the type of thing you advertise to the world so as a general rule, I don’t discuss it with anybody outside my family. It’s actually one reason I like to write about it and publish my diary as it’s the only opportunity I have to really discuss it with people.

Beth has been my best friend since I can remember, yet it actually wasn’t until last year that we played around together sexually. Perhaps it was the closeness of our relationship that prevented us, I don’t know but anyway, even now we didn’t fool around with each other all that much other than maybe masturbating when we were together. As a result, Beth was like another member of our family so even though it shocked me at the time, I guess it was inevitable that she would someday be fucked by my dad.

I say I was shocked because if anyone knows anything about me and my parents, they know that we believe in the sanctity of marriage. My parents have never cheated on one another in over twenty years of marriage and I can’t believe they ever will. Both of them are in love with the other even more today than they were on their wedding night. To commit adultery, even if one of them gave “permission”, was something neither of them could ever condone.

So when I watched my dad give in one day and fuck Beth in our hot tub while my mom watched from my bedroom window, you could say I was more than a bit surprised. Although he has only done her twice, and probably never will again, I guess I have rationalized it as she is “virtual” family given our close relationship over our lifetimes.

Although Beth wasn’t exactly thrilled by it at the time, I later returned the favor and seduced her father until he fucked me as well. I was pretty proud of myself, actually, as he didn’t want to do me at first. Well, I was sure he WANTED to, it was just he didn’t think he should. Judging from the way he avoids me now, I’m pretty sure he regrets doing it but that doesn’t matter to me, I got what I wanted out if it and I know he loved it at the time.

So again, if anyone knew how I was feeling, it was Beth!