Chapter 13

Julie had left them alone once she was convinced Daddy would really make love with Barbie. She lay on her bed, still naked, but wasn’t horny any longer. Somewhat to her surprise, she wasn’t jealous, either. She was happy that Daddy was loving Barbie that way. She wasn’t worried in the least that he might decide he liked Barbie better, and stop making love with his older daughter. She wasn’t aware that that level of self confidence was highly unusual in a girl her age, or that the strange, taboo relationships in the house had built that rock-solid foundation of equanimity. She took her level of maturity for granted, because she was too close to the trees to see the forest.

She even imagined the two of them, entwined, breathing, moaning, grunting, writhing, but it was more like fine art in her mind, imagining beautiful marble statues, than an exercise in creating mental porn.

She loved them both, and wanted both to be happy.

Eventually she rolled over and reached for the book on her night stand. It was called The Madwoman Upstairs and it was a mystery. She didn’t usually read mysteries, but a friend at school had given it to her. She was thoroughly hooked, and settled back to read. If she got sleepy, she’d just take a nap.

She was still reading when there was a tap at the door. She expected it to be Daddy, and she called, “Come in.” It wasn’t Daddy. It was Bobby.

“You still mad at me?” he asked, as his eyes raked over her nude body.

“I guess not,” she said. “You were really thoughtless, though.”

“I just got too excited,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you really sorry?” she asked. “Or are you just trying to get back in our good graces?”

“I am really sorry,” he said. “I don’t like it when you guys are mad at me.”

“Okay, then,” she said. “I guess I forgive you.”

“So ... how come you’re naked?” he asked.

“Typical Bobby,” she snorted. “All you think about is sex.”

“That’s not true,” he argued. “I admit it’s hard to think about other things with you and Barbie around. Especially when you’re lying around like that. But I do think of other things.”

“Like food?” she teased.

“Exactly,” he said, completely serious.

“Barbie and I were so mad at you that we tried to seduce Daddy together,” she said.

“Tried?”

“It didn’t work out so great, either. Except it did, because Barbie’s in there with him right now and they’re making love.”

“Really?” He seemed to tense up.

“Jealous?”

“Of Dad? No.”

“Horny?”

“I could be,” he said.

“Could be? You mean you don’t have a hardon right now?”

“No. Why? Should I?”

“Well, I’m naked, here.”

“Yes, and you’re beautiful,” he said. “But you guys kicked me out, and I really didn’t like that. I don’t want that to ever happen again.”

“Where did you go?”

“I just walked around. I didn’t want to go to any of my friends’ houses.”

“Why not?”

“Because all I could think about was you guys, being mad. It made me feel ... I don’t know ... just miserable.”

“You really do try to make Barbie happy, don’t you?” asked Julie.

“Most of the time, yeah,” he said. “She’s very demanding, though. She’s even kind of bossy, you know?”

“A girl? Bossy? No way,” teased Julie.

“Are you like that with Dad? Do you make him do stuff a certain way when you make love?”

“He knows what I like,” she said. “On the other hand, I guess it’s easy for him. I like most things he’s done.”

“I like everything with Barbie,” he said. “But sometimes it seems like she doesn’t care what I like.”

“She says the same thing about you,” laughed Julie.

“Now I’m horny,” he announced.

“Why now?”

“When you laughed, it just happened. I like it when you laugh. It’s sexy.”

Julie looked him up and down. He really was cute. Girls really were going to salivate over him at college.

“If I let you make love to me right now, do you think you could last longer than a minute?”

“Yeah, I think I could,” he said. “I want to try some things with you, to see if you like them.”

“Like Barbie likes them?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, softly.

“Really?”

“Barbie’s probably going to sleep with Daddy tonight,” she said. “You can sleep with me.”

Barbie only got up because she was hungry. She’d lain there with her father, talking about this and that. At one point she’d asked if he thought he’d be able to go again.

“Your sister has made me feel younger,” he’d answered.

“I’m not in a hurry,” she said. “I like the gentle way you make love.”

“Bobby’s more ... energetic?”

“Bobby’s an animal,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong. I love it when he gets crazy for me, but I also love it when I can feel everything that’s happening because I’m not being bounced all over the bed.”

“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my little girl,” he sighed. “I guess you’re all grown up now.”

“I’ll always be your little girl,” she said.

Then she sucked his penis until it was straining. She pulled off and admired her handiwork ... or mouthiwork, as it were.

“If I go get a snack will it be hard when I get back?” she asked.

“If it’s not, you won’t have any trouble getting it that way,” he said, smiling.

So she got up to go to the kitchen.

On the way, she looked in the open door of her room.

Bobby had Julie bent in half, with her ankles on his shoulders. His thick rod was moving in and out of Julie’s flushed pussy. Barbie stopped, because he wasn’t going fast.

“Barbie likes this position,” she heard him say.

“I ... can’t ... breathe,” panted Julie.

Bobby immediately raised up and leaned back, but didn’t pull out of her.

“That’s better,” said Julie. “I liked it, but not for a long time. You were going really deep.”

“I usually go faster,” said Bobby. “Something about Barbie makes me crazy. I can’t wait to cum in her. It’s different with you. I don’t know why.”

He moved languidly, pushing in and pulling out.

“It feels good, but I don’t think I could cum this way,” she said.

“Rub your clit,” said Bobby. “That’s what Barbie does, sometimes, like when we do it doggy style.”

Julie’s hand went around his arm to where his thick cock was penetrating her.

“Mmmmm, yeah,” she said.

“You’re squeezing me,” said Bobby. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“Okay,” said Julie, her voice dreamy. “Barbie says you can go all night.”

Bobby didn’t answer. Instead, without speeding up, he looked up at the ceiling, groaned, and pushed in one last time.

“Fuck, I love cumming in you guys,” he groaned.

Barbie turned and went back to Bob’s bedroom, her hunger forgotten.

She had a different hunger.

And only her daddy’s cock could fill that hunger at the moment.

Both girls were serviced multiple times that night. Some of that was the newness of the different pairings. But some of it was also that Barbie and Bobby learned things from their new partners that they had never explored as lovers before this.

In both cases, one of the lessons they learned was that while passion is fun and hot, violent sex is also fun, slow, sensuous, and languid sex is even more intimate in some ways. Many times, in the past, Bobby had barked, “Gonna shoot!” and then immediately inundated Barbie’s sexual channel with his semen. Neither he nor Barbie had time to say anything. It just happened. And Barbie’s orgasms had also often been quick, rushing upon her like ocean waves, that knocked her almost senseless with their violence.

Bob liked to push his lover’s buttons by talking to her as they made love. Julie had learned how much fun it was to have her buttons pushed. Bob did that intentionally with his new partner. Julie did it without conscious thought, but it was just as effective.

As Bob went deep and ground against Barbie’s clit, he pushed the buttons of her previous fantasy.

“You feel so good,” he said. “You feel tight, and hot.”

“I love your cock,” she responded, panting. She could feel an orgasm coming. If only he’d rub just a little harder.

“I’m gonna put my sperm in your fertile belly,” he said. “The pill doesn’t work a hundred percent of the time, you know. I’m going to make a baby with you, Barbie.”

It didn’t matter if he rubbed harder, then. The button he pushed brought her orgasm to her in force, but it was just a warm flood, rather than a violent wave.

“Ohhhhh, Daddy, I wish you could.”

“Here it comes, Baby,” he panted. “Here comes a baby for Barbie.”

As he jetted into her, her orgasm warmed even further, until she felt like the sun was almost burning her all over.

She wished it could go on forever.

In the other room, Julie was riding her brother, moving slowly, using her internal muscles to squeeze and milk, like Bob had taught her to do.

“Your cock is bigger than Daddy’s,” she said. That wasn’t true, or at least she didn’t think it was. His cock felt a lot like Daddy’s. It was a little longer, maybe, but it didn’t matter to her. She knew, though, that guys wanted to believe they had a big cock.

“Your pussy is so hot,” he groaned. “I want to move.”

“No, you just lie there. I’m going to get you off. Your big cock is going to make me cum. You can’t shoot until then.”

“Please hurry,” he groaned.

“I hope I took my pill this morning,” she said.

This was a game she played with Daddy. She knew he loved the idea of getting her pregnant. She took her pill every single day, just as soon as she woke up, because she knew if she missed one, Daddy would get his wish. Did Bobby have the same fantasy?