The family gathers.

I was surprised when my two sisters and our four daughters went home that evening but agreed that it made sense when Becky pointed out that if they were going to move into my house, there were things that they were going to need and they needed to pack them.

They all left at nine-thirty promising to be back early the following morning.

Mandy smiled at Mary, my oldest daughter and said, “Don ‘t worry, Mary, it won’t be too early, we won’t interrupt anything interesting.”

As soon as their cars disappeared Mary took my hand.

“Lock up Dad,” she said.

“It’s early, love,” I replied.

“It’s time,” she said, “I’ll be upstairs in your room waiting.”

As I checked that the barbecue was safely out, the kitchen and patio doors at the back of the house and the front door were all securely locked I thought about the happenings of what I realised was only the last twenty-four hours.

I’d performed oral sex with my daughter, and my sisters and I had revealed our great family secret to our five daughters. Our daughters. Daughters of whom my two sisters were the mothers but that I was the father. Now my daughter, my eldest daughter, Mary, was determined to follow her aunts down that highly illegal path.

We’d agreed that the rest of the ladies would move in here with me, and that we’d look to buy a place in Portugal where our relationship would not be illegal.

I walked upstairs to my bedroom and found Mary laid out on the bed, naked, waiting for me.

“I need to have a shower,” I said, “to wash the barbecue smell off me.”

“Then go,” she said, “I can entertain myself for a few minutes, I’ll be ready for you when you come out.”

I came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, dried apart from my still damp hair to find the room filled with the aroma of aroused female and the sound of a steady buzzing. One look told me the source of the buzzing as I noticed Mary’s right hand slowly drawing the tip of a six-inch vibrator up and down her slit,

“See, I’ve got it ready for you,” she said, stopping in mid-sentence as something caused her to take a sharp intake of breath, “come to bed, Dad, please, I need you inside me. My virginity is waiting for you.”

I walked across to the bed, dropping my towel on the floor as I did my dick growing longer and harder with each step.

Mary looked at it, her eyes wide.

“Ooh,” she breathed, “is that all for me?”

“For tonight, my love, it’s all yours,” I replied, “but you’ll probably have to share it from tomorrow.”

As I lay beside her and gathered her into my arms I spoke, softly, “It may be better for you to be on top the first time, love, it will give you more control over what’s going on.”

She shook her head, no.

“I want the first time to be quick, I realise it will hurt a little so I want to get that over with, so please, and for the only time in my life, just fuck me, hard and fast. Let’s get that part out of the way and then we can get on with loving each other.”

As she finished, she reached down and took each of her labia between the thumb and forefinger of each of her hands.

“See how open I am for you?” sha sked, “Now, take me, make me your woman, your wife.”

I positioned myself at her opening and looked down, she smiled up at me.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Dad, I’ve been ready since Mum left,” she replied, tugging on my hips to pull my dick towards her waiting hole, “now, do it.”

I did it. I slid quickly into her, stopping just for a moment as my tip hit her barrier then pushed on through it. I knew it had hurt her by the sudden pained expression on her face, but this was the way she wanted it and this was the way she was getting it.

I don’t know whether it was the excitement of it or the forbiddenness of it, but before I’d been inside her more than a couple of minutes, I was coating her insides with a large helping of my sperm-filled semen.

It was as we lay there, with me still inside her, not softening and with us both panting that the horror of what I’d just done hit me. I had, without even giving it a thought, just ejaculated a load of proven fertile sperm into the unprotected cunt of my twenty-year-old daughter.

That caused a sudden wilting, which in turn caused a soft moan of disappointment from underneath me.

“Mary,” I said, “I’m sorry, I should have checked. Please tell me you are on some sort of contraception.”

She shook her head.

“I’m not, there’s never been a need,” she said, “but don’t worry, I want to be pregnant.”

“But what about your studies?”

“I can still go to University and finish my degree. I’ll have graduated before the baby is born. Always assuming that you scored with your first attempt. It just means that when we move to Portugal, I’ll just have to fly out for the weekends and spend my weekdays in my room at uni like I do now. And if you didn’t score with your first attempt, how long will it be before you’re able to try your second?”

“Are you absolutely sure about that?” I asked.

“I have never been surer of anything in my life,” she said.

“And what if, three years down the line you meet someone else?”

“I won’t,” she said, “I’m not my mother. I have one husband and I’ll have him for life. That’s another thing, we girls were talking while you were messing with the barbecue. Given the, now very, intimate nature of our relationship, and what’s going to be the same with the others, we can hardly call you Dad, or Uncle Dave. So, we’re all going to call you Dave, our husband.”

“Our husband?”

“Yes, even when we are talking to outsiders, you will be our husband, not my husband. Becky and Mandy are going to change back to their maiden names and the girls will all change theirs so that everyone has the same family name., After all we’re all going to be one family.”

“That could complicate matters.”

“How?”

“As in how do we explain that to your Nana? And to your other grandparents.”

“Why do we have to, we all made a decision, that’s it.”

“And then we all disappear off to Portugal to live together,” I replied, “that will raise questions.”

“Well, that’s for another day,” she said, taking a hold of my once again erect manhood and squeezing it, “for today, this mighty tool of yours has a job to do.”

As I entered her for the second time, she let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Dave,” she said, “every time you come in me, I want you to leave a love bite. Somewhere visible, so that the whole world knows just how much of your lovely spunk I have sloshing around inside me. You already owe me one.”

I fastened my lips on her neck and set about marking her.

“There.” I whispered, “I’ve branded you; you belong to me now.”

By the time we got out of the shower, she was carrying five of my brands and, if her calculations based on her cycle were correct, very possibly my next child.

By the time we’d dressed and had breakfast, the doorbell was ringing. It was Mandy, Karen and Angela.

I went and let them in, thinking that I needed to get more sets of house keys made.

Of course, the first thing that the two girls noticed were three rather livid love bites on Mary’s neck.

They pointed.

“I made him give me one for every time he came in me.”

“Three times?” Angela said, “In one night, wow?”

Mary shook her head and raised the front of her skirt displaying two more, one on either side of her neatly trimmed ginger bush, a bush which was not hidden inside a pair of knickers.

“Ooh, no knickers,” Karen said, “kinky.”

“This way we don’t have to waste time taking them off when he wants me again,” Mary explained.

“What an excellent idea,” Mandy said begore hiking her own skirt up and removing hers.

Instead of just discarding them she walked across to me and deposited them in my hand, then turned to her two daughters.

“Well, don’t just stand there, this house is a knicker free zone, get them off.”

They both did, revealing another neatly trimmed ginger triangle and a full blonde bush in the process. My little head was showing signs of waking up.

The two girls walked across and their undergarments joined their mothers in my hand.

“I want one of those like Mary has every time you come in me,” Karen said.

“Me too,” Angela agreed.

The three younger girls retired to the sitting room leaving just me and Mandy in the kitchen.

“Can I borrow your computer?” she asked.

“Be my guest,” I said and she disappeared to my study.

I followed the daughters into the sitting room where they were discussing cycles. I guessed that they weren’t planning to go out for a ride on their bikes, although it was fairly obvious that they were discussing riding, but that I was what they intended riding.

“Do I get a say in this?” I asked from the doorway.

They looked at me, then at each other and then Mary turned to me and said “No!” quite firmly.

Five minutes later my sister appeared in the room bearing two encapsulated A4 sheets. It had various colours and patterns of knickers as a border and bore the legend:

‘You are now entering a knicker free zone’, in large print, followed by

‘Please remove yours upon entry*’ in a slightly smaller font and then by

‘*Compliance subject to inspection without notice by the master of the house.’

“I’ve blu-tacked one to the wall in the hall. These two are for the kitchen and the patio doors.”

Just as she finished positioning the two notices, the doorbell rang again.

“That’ll be Becky,” I said.

“I’ll go,” Angela announced.

I was right, a couple of minutes later I was in possession of three more pairs of knickers, or to be more precise, three thongs and had had displayed for my inspection two neatly trimmed bushes, one blonde one brown and one more thick bush of the blonde persuasion. Becky, Jennifer and Hannah, respectively.

“Inspection by the master of the house?” Becky asked, “how close an inspection?”

“Very,” Mary said, “and regular.”

By the time that the newcomers had noticed the bites on Mary’s neck and been shown the other two, all seven of them had signed up for the new method of marking my territory.

“One more thing,” Becky asked, “this master of the house thing. Does this mean that the rest of us have to refer to you as master?”