Chapter 4

“No popping cherries,” Bob moaned for maybe the fifth time. The last gulp of Scotch he’d slammed had been working on him, and now it registered in full, threatening to tip him into peaceful unconsciousness. There was a warm, naked woman in his arms who looked and smelled like Olivia, but he knew she wasn’t. Still, she felt good, snuggled up against him. He knew, in a misty kind of way that it was his daughter, because every once in a while she said something and it was Julie’s voice. His other daughter was also naked, just a few feet away, and one part of his brain said, “Don’t look!” while another part whispered, “It’s okay. She’s with Bobby. He’s taking care of her.”

Bobby was taking care of her ... but not in the sense Bob was thinking.

A cool hand turned his face away from Barbie and Bobby, so he didn’t have to try not to look anymore. He stared into big, brown eyes that seemed to be miles deep and blinked.

“I love you, Daddy,” said the lips under those eyes.

He studied the lips and eyes, which his memory morphed into a face, attached to his penis. Those eyes had looked up at him while those lips had made him feel fantastic.

He struggled against the effects of the alcohol and it came back to him. He’d gotten frustrated. He’d tried to teach them all a lesson. And it had gone off the rails.

His head swiveled back and his eyes fell on Barbie again. She was sitting up, on top of Bobby, who was helping her by letting her put some of her weight on her breasts, which were cradled in his hands. Her hips were moving languidly, first towards Bobby’s head and then his feet. Her eyes were closed, and she had the same blissful look on her face that Olivia used to have when she rode him like that.

They were having sex.

Because of his stupid, irrational, hastily conceived ‘plan’, his little girl and her big brother were having sex with each other. He blinked. It didn’t look like they were just having sex. His mind suggested a small correction. They were making love, not having sex.

Julie turned his head away from them again. She’d said something, something that had caused his head to spin. He’d retreated into a dark corner of his mind, almost willing the Scotch to take him away somewhere, where he didn’t have to think about anything.

What was it?

Oh yeah. She wanted him to make love to her, too.

“Daddy?” she said. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“No cherries,” some distant, insistent part of his mind forced him to whisper.

“Okay, Daddy,” said Julie. “No cherry. It’s okay. We can talk about it later.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “Later.”

“Go to sleep,” said her sweet voice. “We can talk in the morning.”

“Yes, sleep,” he mumbled. “Bedtime. It’s bedtime.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, just before she kissed his lips tenderly. “It’s bedtime.”

Her warm body separated itself from his, and his mind whined, “Noooo, come back,” but he was too far gone. He could hear Julie harping at the others, telling them it was bedtime, and for them to stop and leave him in peace. The bed moved and his mind was transported back to when he was in college, and had a waterbed. Olivia had loved the waterbed. He could feel his penis trying to get hard as he remembered what he and Olivia did in the waterbed, but something was wrong.

“Oh yeah,” his mind managed. “Olivia just sucked my dick.”

Then he fell asleep.

Bobby’s penis was still long and hard when it slurped out of Barbie’s sperm-filled vagina as Julie made Barbie get off of him. Both Bobby and Barbie objected, but Julie simply said, “Not here. Let him sleep. He needs to sleep.” So the small confab of naked teenagers moved to the girls’ room. There wasn’t any discussion about it. It’s possible they ended up there because Barbie was in the lead, holding her brother’s hand, pulling him.

Once there, Barbie simply lay on her bed and spread her legs. Her adaptation to this new thing had been swift, once the pain of the initial intrusion faded. She didn’t dwell on it. She just accepted it. From a psychological perspective, it was simple. She loved her brother and, in this case, that love trumped the external societal influences that tried to tell her doing this with her brother was wrong, illegal, dangerous, and sinful.

Her message was obvious to both Bobby and Julie. In Bobby’s case, his heavy penis bobbed upwards as muscles automatically tried to make it stiffen further, so it would be at its very best when it plundered the wet pussy that was waiting for it.

“Stop,” said Julie, whose voice was calm. “Just stop for a minute and quit acting like sluts.”

“I’m not a slut,” said Barbie. “I’ll never let any other guy do this with me.”

Bobby remained silent. He had been included in the ‘slut’ designation, but he didn’t argue about it. He didn’t say, “Guys can’t be sluts. That’s a gender specific kind of thing.” Instead, he sighed and decided Julie was right. He was a slut. Right now he was thinking about what Julie’s pussy might feel like if his hard prick was buried inside her. And his muscles urged him to climb on Barbie and make her squeal in that way that made him want to bust a nut. He did want to bust a nut, and he wanted to bust one in both of his sisters. That had to make him a slut.

“We need to think about this,” groaned Julie. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what Daddy had in mind when we got home and he found out what Bobby did on our date.”

“Would you please stop blaming me?” moaned Bobby, whose mind flashed back to Sheryl’s offer to let him fuck her. He hadn’t wanted to do that. A slut would want to fuck any pussy he could find, right? So maybe he wasn’t a slut.

“Well, you started it,” said Julie.

“Stop fighting,” said Barbie. “Something wonderful happened tonight. I’m glad it happened. I’ve never felt anything like that, not even close. And right now, you’re stopping me from feeling that again.”

“You could be pregnant right now,” said Julie, stubbornly.

“Okay,” said Barbie.

“Okay? That’s it? Just Okay?!“

“Well? How do you want me to feel? I can’t do anything about it if I am. And I love Bobby. If he made a baby in me then I’ll love that baby, too.”

“You’re fifteen!“ squealed Julie.

“Hush!” said the fifteen-year-old in the room. “You’re a whole year older than me. Big whup. You said you wanted daddy to get your cherry. So what if he does? That could get you pregnant, too. But no, I suppose if Daddy got you pregnant you’d just run out and get an abortion.” Her voice was dripping with scorn.

“I would not do any such thing!“ yelled Julie.

“Please shut up,” hissed Bobby. “Both of you. Just stop talking. You’re making my head hurt.”

The thought of his penis making him a daddy was probably what was causing the tension that made him need an aspirin.

“Your head isn’t the only thing that hurts,” said Barbie, staring straight at his penis, which now hung low, semi-flaccid. “Are you happy now, Julie? You made him go all soft.”

Julie’s face fell and tears ran down her cheeks. In an instant Barbie was up on her knees, walking toward her sister.

“Don’t cry!” she whined. Her own eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t mean it.”

She didn’t articulate just what it was she didn’t mean, but it didn’t matter. Both girls hugged each other and boo-hooed together. It was the first time they’d ever done this while naked and, while they didn’t think too much about it, it was also the first time Bobby had seen them hugging naked, breast to soft breast, and it revived his flagging penis quite nicely. He went to join them, more out of a wish to hold two naked girls in his arms than in solidarity with whatever catharsis they were sharing.

Julie slapped him away as soon as she realized it was his arm across her back.

“You screwed my little sister!” she snapped.

“Don’t be mean,” said Barbie, still pressing her nakedness against her sister’s nakedness. “I loved it. He was very nice to me.”

“He spurted his nasty old sperms in you,” argued Julie.

“The first time you let him do that to you, you’ll understand,” Barbie assured her.

“I’m never letting him do that to me!” yipped Julie.

“You should,” said Barbie. “You’ll love it. I never felt anything that good.”

“But he came in you!” groaned Julie.

“I know he did. But it was Bobby’s cum, and I love Bobby. I’ve always loved him, but now I love him even more.”

“I don’t get that,” said Julie.

“Let him do it and you’ll understand.”

“No. If I’m going to lose my cherry in this family, it’s going to be Daddy who gets it.”

“I thought you didn’t want to lose it at all,” Bobby reminded her.