Chapter 5

Chuck got home just as his daughter was turning down the stove to keep the food warm. He gazed at her, noticing that she had dressed up for him. "I'm home!" he announced. When she turned around to smile and hug him her breasts were prominent, the nipples pushing out through the T shirt. "You look delicious," he said, taking her into his arms.

"Thank you Daddy," she said, kissing him. "Supper is ready and it's hot."

"You're what's hot," he said. "I want you."

"Now Daddy, behave. Bobby's in his room." She teased him by grinding her pussy against his erection. He'd thought about her all day, and had been stiff for most of it.

"Come out in the garage." he whispered, pulling her by her hand.

When they got there he closed the door and pushed her against the hood of the car, which was still warm from the drive home. He kissed her hungrily, sliding his hands up under her shirt to fondle her breasts, and squeezing the nipples.

"Oh baby let me put it you," he gasped. His hands went to her skirt and lifted it up to cup her buns.

He felt only naked skin. "No pantiessss" he hissed.

Brandy pushed him away and lifted the front of her skirt. "No, just new ones ... sexy ones. Do you like them?"

Chuck gazed at the thin cloth that covered her pussy lips and growled. "I'd like them a lot more if they were on the floor."'

Brandy giggled and dug her thumbs into the strings that went up over her hips. She took the panties off and held them out, dropping them to the cement floor. Then flashed her father again.

Chuck made a low sound in his throat and fumbled to get his stiff cock out of his zipper. Then, afraid the zipper might scratch her, he unbuckled his slacks and dropped them. Again he pressed her against the car and lifted her up as she spread her legs. She held on to him as he reached for his cock and nosed it into her pussy mouth. Then she slid down the fender and onto his prong.

"Ohhh baby you're as hot as a furnace" groaned Chuck as his cock slid through Bobby's lingering cum. Then they kissed as he rutted until he blew his nut up in his daughter's pussy.

Brandy pretended to pout. "You came too fast Daddy. I didn't get my special feeling."

Chuck panted an apology. "I'm sorry baby. I promise I'll get you off later, OK Baby?"

"You'd better," she said. "Now, let's get to supper before Bobby catches us."

They rearranged themselves, but Brandy didn't put on the panties again. Instead she ran to her room and threw them on the bed. Then she stopped at Bobby's room and told him supper was ready. He surged up off the bed, ever the hungry teen. He caught up his sister in a hug and reached his hand under the skirt to rub her pussy. His hand met wet pussy and he pulled it out, glistening with cum. "You're still leaking!" he whispered.

"Oops" she said. She stopped off in the bathroom while her brother went on to the kitchen.

After supper, because Bobby didn't have any homework, they watched a movie together. There was no opportunity for either horny man to donate even more baby batter to their newly created sperm bank. Both men were a little on edge as a result. Brandy ignored them both. She was quite certain that her itch would get scratched tonight, and she could be patient and wait.

Chuck broke first. "Brandy, honey, I need to talk to you about school, and your plans for what you're going to do after school. Let's not bother Bobby with it, though. Why don't we go to my bedroom so Bobby can finish the movie while we talk."

Brandy had to stifle a giggle as her father pulled her up and toward his room. She turned to Bobby and mouthed "See you later." and winked. He smiled and then moved his attention back to the movie.

Chuck was so excited that he was dribbling cum by the time he got his pants off. Brandy, wanting to try something different, lay back on his bed and pulled her shirt up, but not off. Then she flipped her skirt up, baring her pussy. She held her arms out to her naked father, who gasped at the erotic sight of his little girl, splayed out before him, still half dressed. He dove for the bed and panted as he got his cock into her hot slippery pussy.

"You promised Daddy," she said.

"Ohhhh yeah," he groaned. Chuck was still reveling in having a woman who wanted him sexually. It reminded him of he and his wife's first years, when she was hot to trot, until that cult got a hold on her mind and she went frigid. "OK, honey. What do you like?" He thrust into her rapidly. "How about that?" he gasped.

"That's good, but can you go in and stay there?" she asked. He did and she instructed him to wiggle his hips back and forth. His pubic bone mashed her sensitive clitty in the process and she whined "YYEEAAAHHhhhhhhh that's the place."

Chuck, like his son had earlier, began to watch Brandy as he pleasured her, and he took great satisfaction as her eyes signaled that he was doing exactly the right thing.

"I'm gonna cum Daddy..." she groaned. "I'm gonna cum all over your hard prick Daddy." She got an extra thrill from saying the word that would have gotten her slapped only a year or two ago. "You're making my pussy feel sooo good."

"Yeah Baby." he huffed. "Cum on Daddy's prick. Daddy's gonna fill you up baby. OHHHH I know I shouldn't cum in you Brandy, but I ... can't ... help ... IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!"

Brandy just barely got her cookies as her Daddy's bone jumped in her well-fucked pussy and she felt that lovely hot flow of liquid love flushing into her. She thought about what Bobby had said, about the possibility of pregnancy. A rush of heat washed through her at the thought that her Daddy might be making her pregnant. If she had anybody's baby she suddenly wanted it to be her Daddy's.

It ripped out of her lips. "Ohhhh Daddeeee, make a baby in me Daddeeeee." she whined.

Chuck jerked in surprise and gleefully powered another spurt into his little girl. She welcomed his sperm! Even to the point of wanting to carry his child! Chuck groaned again and did his very best to grant her wish.

They lay sated together on the bed, father half lying on top of daughter. "Did you mean it honey?" he whispered.

"Ohhhh yes." she whispered back. "I want to give you a baby that I can raise and love and you can play with and teach and love too."

"Oh sweetheart, my heart is about to burst!" sighed her father. "Ever since you were little you were the apple of my eye, always making me feel good. And now you've taken your mother's place, the place she abandoned for that cult. Baby you can live with me your whole life if you want too and I'll take care of you and our babies."

Brandy was in way over her head now. In only a week she had gone from virgin to lover of three men and she wanted to have ALL their babies. The maternal streak that was missing from her mother had doubled up in her. She kissed her father and told him to sleep tight, and then slipped out of the room. She only went twenty feet, and slipped into another door ... her brother's door.

He was waiting, his prick standing tall and strong and, again, she tried something different this time. She told him to lie on his back and she lowered her dripping pussy down onto him, feeling his longer prick dig deeper inside her than any other. She rode him as he cupped and played with her breasts. She had no trouble reaching an orgasm this way, because she was in charge and could move just the way that made her clitty zing.

And, when he was ready to shoot, she leaned down and invited her brother to knock her up too. He went spastic, his prick becoming a fountain of sperm as her over-soaked box tried to soak up even more of the precious fluid she now craved. She left him lying limp too, and, her fingers sealing her sex closed, crawled in her bed, leaving every drop that was in her body still there.

Brandy slept late the next day. She was worn out after ten or fifteen orgasms and her wild sexual rampage of the day before. Her father looked in on her as she slept peacefully and he smiled. Her room smelled like sex. He just assumed it was all his spunk he was smelling.

Bobby also poked his head into her room, whispering her name, hoping she'd wake up and throw back the covers to let him mount her again. but she was too deep in her dreams ... dreams of a swollen abdomen with a strong, kicking baby inside.

When she woke up the house was empty. She knew if she stayed there she'd end up flat on her back with Bobby hunched over her and, as much as she'd have liked that, she wanted to go see her Uncle. She had used his prick in her pussy too and all the others had felt so much better when it was the real deal. And it was his idea that had made her sexual life unwrap like a birthday present. She put all three models in a bag, put on her special panties, jeans and a sweatshirt, and skipped out of the house to go see her Uncle.

He was working, and she had to wait to see him. The dental assistant stared at her so much that she sought out a mirror and looked in it to see what was wrong. She had no idea that her look was that of a well-fucked, intensely loved woman who had passion bubbling beneath the surface like molten magma, ready to burst forth. And other women could see it there ... could sense the competition in this young woman who just screamed "FUCK ME" with the way she looked.

The dental assistant, who on more than one occasion had gone to lunch with her boss, those lunches held at his house ... in his bedroom, sidled up to her boss and whispered in his ear. "There's a girl out there asking for you. She's not a customer and she doesn't look like your type."

Bob heard the jealousy in the assistant's voice and looked out through a set of saloon doors.

"That's my niece," he said, as if that settled the issue.

"Well, niece or not, look out for her. She's on the prowl." muttered the assistant, going back to her work.

Bob stuck his head out in the hall. "Hi Sweets. What's up?"

Brandy smiled. "I just wanted to show you how your idea panned out," she said. "And arrange to pay off the bet I lost." she added.

Bob smiled and told her to wait twenty minutes and he'd take lunch.

Brandy sat in the waiting room, leafing through various magazines as patients came and went. Every woman who saw her suffered the same narrowed eyes and grimness of mouth that comes from one woman identifying competition in another one. Brandy, completely unknowing, just sat and read.

When Bob came out he hung up his smock and told Brandy they could leave.

"How long is your lunch?" asked Brandy.

"How long does it need to be?" asked Bob.

"Well, I don't know for sure. Could you take two hours?" she asked, clutching her bag.

Bob looked at a schedule and spoke to several of his employees, giving them instructions on what to do for various patients who were due in during the time he'd be gone.

Bob opened the door for Brandy and she slid into his restored 1967 Shelby Cobra. He merged into traffic with a surge of muted horsepower and Brandy was pressed back into her seat. She clutched the bag with the models she'd made in her lap.

"So ... where do you want to go for lunch?" he asked.

Brandy looked at him. "I'm not all that hungry," she said. "Let's just go to your house."

Bob looked back briefly. He too noticed the sultry look of the girl, and remembered his jealous assistant's evaluation of this sexy young woman. She looked so good sitting in the interior of the car, like she belonged there ... like she was his woman. Bob had to wonder why he didn't have a regular girlfriend who looked that good.

"OK then," he said. "What's up?"

"I got the models all finished and I wanted to show them to you," she said, crinkling the bag.

"Oh," he said. "So Chuck and Bobby cooperated?"

"I guess you could say that." Brandy giggled.

She didn't elaborate on that, and Bob didn't press her. She obviously wanted something. He just drove home.

When they got inside she turned and crushed her body to his, giving him an ardent kiss. He stiffened in his pants and returned the kiss happily. When they finally broke apart she said "I wanted to thank you. Everything turned out well. Much better than I had thought."

He herded her into the kitchen and she dumped the rubber dicks out of the bag onto the table. Bob picked up his, and one other that was longer and slimmer than the other one. He felt odd, handling something male that looked so lifelike. "They're amazing. You did a really good job Brandy."

She smiled a brilliant smile. "They're so ... real looking. It was a really good idea Uncle Bob. Thank you," she said.

"Well, you're welcome. So did you bring the hundred dollars?" He was kidding, but he had to needle her a little. "I told you they'd go for it."

"Oh they went for it all right," she said. "It made me horny to make them. Hornier than I've ever been Uncle Bob." She didn't smile now. "I got so horny I ... experimented."

Bob felt his prick arrive at complete erection. "With one of these?" he asked.

"With all of them." said Brandy softly.

There was a moment of silence as Bob thought about what that meant ... where the things in his hands had been ... where the copy of his dick had been.

She went on. "And then ... I had to compare the models ... to the real thing. I had to make sure they were exact copies. I didn't do that with yours though, Uncle Bob. I need to do that with yours too." She took his copy in her hand.

"I can live with that," he said, undoing his pants. He didn't stop there, but took off all his clothes. He was sticking straight out. Brandy was staring at him. "Compare away," he said, putting his hands on his hips.

Brandy got on her knees in front of him, and held up the copy of what was inches from her face,

"Perfect" she said.

She gripped it with one hand and then gripped him with the other. "I did this too," she said. She jacked on him slowly "to see if they felt alike.". She leaned forward and put her mouth over the plumb sized head of his prick and sucked gently. Pulling off she said "And I did that too."

"To all of them?" he croaked.

"Uh huh." she affirmed.

She stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt, baring her breasts. "And I was too horny to stop at that Uncle Bob. Do you know why?" She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, stepping out of them and standing in front of him in only her new panties. She watched as his eyes devoured her, including the panties.

"I compared them in all those ways. It was a part of comparing them that I hadn't planned on. But the things you did with me ... Uncle Bob ... they made me horny. It's all your fault Uncle Bob. You made me horny. I needed ... more."

"Did you get more?" he asked, pulling her to him.