Chapter 47

(Sunday, May 26th)

The next morning I woke up, and I was NOT immediately assaulted by Michelle and/or Ruby throwing themselves at me in a tickle attack. It was Sunday morning, after all, and I like having Sunday mornings as a time for quiet contemplation, even when I don’t go to church. I was glad to see they were still respecting my feelings on that.

I felt a sense of dread as I laid in bed trying to rouse myself. I’m sure not going to go to church this week! I’m a devout Roman Catholic, but how can I possibly reconcile my current sexual activities with Church doctrine? If I’m going to continue to commit adultery and incest on pretty much a daily basis, how can I possibly go to communion ever again? I’m screwed.

Yet I knew that I was loving my new sexual life so much that if I had to choose between that and the Church, the Church would just have to go. That certainly didn’t mean I would abandon my beliefs, and hopefully I could find a new church, or maybe practice on my own without going to church.

It was just easier to avoid the issue and stay home, since we didn’t go every single week anyway.

Mindy was nowhere to be seen, as she was doubtlessly already up and about well before me. I’m definitely the “lazy bones” late riser in the family.

After going through my morning rituals and putting on my clothes, I left my bedroom to see what was happening elsewhere in the house.

As soon as I started walking down the hall, Michelle came out from her room wearing her super sexy harem outfit - the topless version.

My heart leapt to my throat, because I was so overcome by her busty beauty. She’s so far above the norm that I can never get used to her stunning body or face, especially when she’s effectively nude.

Obviously, she’d been lying in wait for me. Her hands were outstretched like claws, but she was walking on her tiptoes. She whispered mischievously, “Daddy tickle attack!”

But she was moving so slowly and quietly on her toes that I just had to laugh. Even so, her jutting orbs swayed from side to side provocatively.

She stood in front of me and reached out with one hand to gently tickle the side of my ribs. She continued to whisper, “Mom says we have to be quiet and contemplative, given that it’s Sunday morning. So this is my quiet and contemplative tickle attack. You like?”

I laughed again, especially at the way she was tickling me. Her one hand was slightly shaking along my side, barely qualifying as a tickle.

Then she whispered, “Later!” Her voice was filled with promise as to what would come later on, but that was all, because she scampered off. But dammit, just watching her fine ass swaying back and forth as she walked away, covered by nothing but the virtually-transparent harem costume she used for pajamas, left me with a raging hard-on. It most definitely was not a “quiet and contemplative” boner, but thankfully it quickly faded after she left my sight.

We spent most of breakfast discussing “Star Wars II: The Attack of the Clones,” since Michelle had seen it too. I thought the Watto shopkeeper was a racist stereotype of an Arab or a Jew. But Mindy and Michelle disagreed, claiming I was just seeing things. Michelle even argued that saying he was a racist stereotype was racist in and of itself, since that implied that Arabs and Jews were greedy and amoral.

It was a lively discussion, and almost made me forget how sexual my life had become.

After we ate breakfast, Ruby came over. I held another family meeting at the dinner table.

With my three buxom beauties sitting around the table, mercifully fully dressed this time, I announced, “As you know, we’re not going to church today. One reason is that I was getting some very good writing done yesterday, before the Mike crisis came on, and I’d like to exploit my hot streak.” That was true enough, but I also needed some alone time to rest and recover.

“That sucks!” Michelle complained huffily. “It’s the weekend! And look outside. It’s PERFECT cocksucking weather!”

“I’m afraid to ask, but what’s bad cocksucking weather?”

Michelle looked at Ruby, and they had some kind of non-verbal meeting of the minds.

Then Michelle turned back to me and said with a smile, “Actually, all weather is good cocksucking weather. But if it’s sunny, we can do it outside and work on our all-over tans at the same time. If it’s raining, we can only do it in here.” She scrunched her face up in frustration as she thought about her rainy-day limitations.

Ruby seemed equally distraught. “Bummer. Hey, Michelle, can’t you just picture Daddy kicking back on a lounge chair with a piña colada in his hand, with you and me naked, collared, and bound, sucking his cock together all day long? Maybe while he’s reading one of those Horatio Hornblower books he loves so much.”

Michelle perked up. “Totally! I can totally picture that! While Daddy reads that, we can blow on HIS horn!”

The three women all giggled at that.

She told Ruby, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Our wrists should be tied together with silky rope to constantly remind us that we’re Daddy’s helpless sex slaves!”

“Definitely!” Ruby agreed. “Collars would be very nice too, but Daddy hasn’t even given us ours yet. Hint, hint.” She looked right at me, as if trying to will me to buy collars through the sheer intensity of her stare.

Call me twisted, but my dick suddenly grew uncomfortably stiff.

Michelle heartily agreed with her. “Oh yeah, you gotta have the collars. Hopefully the really heavy and thick kind that’s another constant reminder of just who’s the master and who are his big-titted slaves.”

Ruby’s eyes lit up, and I could see her nipples growing hard even through her bra and thick top. “Exactly! And with his name on it, in big letters! ‘Property of Dan Cooper.’”

Michelle’s face was getting visibly excited, and her nipples popped erect as well. “Sweet! And every now and then, he could tie us up and give one of us a good spanking, just to show who’s boss. Or we could wear handcuffs! I have this black pair that would totally go with my favorite high heels.”

I could see the two of them were going to run away with the conversation, until everyone was too aroused to even breathe. So I coughed. “That sounds pretty nice, I must admit, at least the cocksucking gist of it, minus all the uh, ropes and whatnot ... Mindy, aren’t you going to say something about these unhealthy fetishes they have?”

“Absolutely!” she replied with a dead serious look. She gave the girls her best disapproving mother look, but said to them, “I think you should stick with ropes, although handcuffs might be fun for occasional variety. And my vote is for heavy iron collars with ‘Property of Dan Cooper’ written on the front. I wonder where we can buy those.” She put her hand on her chin, as if seriously pondering the purchasing details.

“YEAY!” Both girls cheered at once, high-fiving each other.

I growled at my wife. “You and I are going to have a private chat later. Can’t you see how unhealthy it is to encourage them like that?”

“I was just joking,” Mindy replied innocently. “Surely you don’t REALLY expect them to want to wear something like that? Think about how impractical it would be, all of us sitting at dinner together at, say, the Olive Garden, with ‘Property of Dan Cooper’ written in big letters on both their collars, for anyone to see.”

Somehow that restaurant image just made me even more aroused. I looked at the girls and noticed they seemed to be trying to hide crestfallen looks, ever since Mindy had said she was just joking.

I coughed, trying to clear my mind. “I honestly doubt that was a joke. But just to make clear, there will be NO collars of any kind. In any case, I need to do some work from time to time to make some money, Shelle. Besides, you know that regular office hours don’t mean much to me. But even if I didn’t have this hot streak going, I’d still be asking you to lay off the sexy fun today. Thinking about going to church reminded me this morning about the sinfulness of everything we’re doing. I can’t believe I’ve allowed myself to be swept along without really thinking about it all. I need some time to take a breather and reassess this craziness.”

That didn’t exactly go over well. All three women looked quite annoyed and frustrated.

Not surprisingly, Michelle was the first to complain, “Daddy, that’s bullshit! Sin? That’s a crock!”

I replied, “Oh yeah? You really think our priest would approve? What’ll happen if I confess all in my next confession? He’d probably have a heart attack! I don’t know how I can even HAVE another confession!”

Michelle groused, “Don’t tell me you’re listening to that religious BS. I mean, believing in God is one thing, but all that Church doctrine? Puh-lease! I know you don’t agree with the Church about contraception or even abortion, so the Pope isn’t infallible. Why can’t they be wrong on this too?! There’s no Papal Edict about sexy teasing, anyway.”

“Maybe not,” I agreed, “but the Commandment about adultery is pretty clear.”

Mindy quickly broke in. “You can’t call it adultery if I approve! It’s simply not possible!”

“Perhaps,” I conceded. “I need to think about that. Somehow though, I seriously doubt the Church approves of swinging in any circumstance. But the incest? Come on! Even you, Shelle, can’t tell me that there’s any type of Christianity that says having vaginal intercourse with my own daughter is okay. Maybe we can bend the rules on just what we call incest or adultery, but regular intercourse has to remain completely out of the question, for my own spiritual peace of mind if nothing else.”

Michelle stood up in a huff. ‘Daddy! Grrr! You’re so ... maddening!” Getting really frustrated, she threw her hands up in the air and yelled, “Dork!”

When she gets really mad, she sometimes calls me “dork.” It’s not because she actually thinks I’m a dork (at least, I don’t think so), but it goes back to when she was a little kid and she got the idea from the name of the show “Mork and Mindy,” and since my wife’s name was ‘Mindy, ‘ that made me ‘Dork.’ It wasn’t the cleverest thing in the world, but it was a family tradition of sorts.

Michelle implored, “All I want to do is love you, and make love to you, and make you happy, because I love you so much. How can that be wrong?”

Flustered, I could only manage, “It just is.”

“It just ISN’T!” she replied forcefully. She started to pull her T-shirt over her head. “You talk about God, but what about THIS?” After a little more struggle with her T-shirt, she managed to shuck it off, and then dramatically stood up at the table.

I definitely didn’t follow whatever connection she was trying to make. As her bra flew off, and then she wiggled out of her shorts, I was too distracted to even think about the conversation. My traitorous dick grew even harder and longer, if such a thing was possible, not caring one whit about Sundays or religion.

Finally, she stood naked, her jutting tits bouncing around wildly from all her sudden movement. She proudly put her hands on her hips. “Look! Look at this body! I’m very proud of it. It took a lot of hard work, dieting, and exercise to make it look like this. For YOU! So you would want me as much as I want you. But mostly, I’m lucky. Look at my tits!”

She sucked in her gut and pushed her rack out even more.

It wasn’t like she had to tell me to look at her huge jutting melons, since I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them to save my soul!

She said defiantly, “These are my natural endowments. This is what God gave me. If you want to talk about God, talk about this body! Why did He give me such a sexy body, and why did He give Ruby an equally sexy one too, if it wasn’t so that Ruby and I could constantly pleasure you all day long? Huh? Answer me THAT!”

She stood there smug and proud, as if she’d completely defeated me with her flawless logic.

I looked over at Mindy and saw her trying to suppress a snicker.

I tried to explain, “Just because you have a hot, centerfold-worthy body, it doesn’t follow that you have to commit incest with your father.”

Ruby asked, “Hey, um ... what about me? I’m not really your daughter in the same way that Michelle is, am I? In the last week I’ve started to feel fully accepted into the family, which I love. But I still don’t feel that you’re treating me as much of a daughter as you do Michelle.”

“I’m sorry,” I answered her as best I could, and even looked her in the eye, despite the distraction of Michelle’s continued nude posing. “It’s hard to just say ‘you’re my daughter now’ and have it be so. Old habits die hard. Maybe ... maybe we should rethink that. If you’re not really formally my daughter, then there would be no sexual restriction between you and me, at least as far as incest goes.”

Ruby frowned. “So you’re saying I either get to have sex with you or get to be your daughter. Oh no! What a terrible choice!” But her face turned from anguish to happiness in seconds. “Still, I know my answer. I’ll go for the sex!” She then flashed me a toothy grin.

I was suspicious at how quickly she came to that decision. I knew that wanting to be part of our family in a formal way was very important to her. So I said, “Red, you can’t just have sex with me, and THEN say, ‘Okay, now I want to be your daughter.’”

“I can’t? Damn!” Belatedly, she looked abashed, after realizing I’d discovered her scheme. Her anguish quickly came back. “But what am I going to do then?! I want both! I NEED both! Daddy, don’t make me choose!”

Michelle had sat back down (still naked except for her high heels, of course), but she dramatically stood up again, setting off another tit-quake. “Daddy, you’re cruel! You just need to fuck us both, in every hole, and that’s all there is to it! First this dating boys ... insanity ... and now this! The choice you’re asking her to make is just too cruel!”

My God, she looks sexy! Those huge, jutting, torpedo tits just won’t stop bouncing! And seeing her all pissed off somehow only makes her sexier. Maybe she does have a point about God having a special purpose for her special body. Truly, if any body is built for sex, hers is! Or maybe that’s just my lust speaking for me?

Ruby also stood up and glared at me. She crossed her arms under her huge rack, drawing more attention to it. At least she was still dressed - for now.

It looked like there was going to be big trouble. I said, “Hey, I’m not saying that’s how it has to be for all time. I’m just saying I need time to sort through my feelings. Give me some space, okay?”

Seeing that the Gruesome Twosome weren’t about to back down easily, I figured I needed to give them some perspective on where things stood for me

“Look. For you this may be something you’ve had years of buildup for” - I nodded at the girls - “or months to reconcile in your own mind,” - I nodded at Mindy - “but consider my end of things. I’ve had less than a week to get used to the idea that my wife totally gets off on being a cucquean, of all things. I’d never even heard of that word before. And then, on top of that, my daughters are not only voyeurs and exhibitionists, but also sexually voracious vixens who want to do nothing more than get into my pants and basically stay there.”

All three of them grinned and nodded at that part.

I continued, “Face it, girls, you’ve been pretty damn aggressive in your pursuit of me this week, while last week I had almost no clue how you really felt about me.”

“No clue?” Michelle protested. “We’d been slowly seducing you for months!”

“Okay, maybe I exaggerate about that. But still, all three of you have fallen on me like a ton of bricks, and I’m seeing stars and reeling over here, okay? Sure, I’ve had an insane amount of sexual pleasure, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am very much NOT comfortable with what’s been going on around here of late. It shakes up my whole world view, my morality system. Where I come from, fathers just don’t do ANYTHING sexual with their daughters.”

Michelle mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t catch.

“What was that?” I asked her.

“I said, ‘Squaresville, Lame-o Dad Land.’ You know, that’s where you come from.”

I shot her a disapproving look at that. “I need some time alone if I’m ever going to adjust to things enough in order to be cool with all this. You’re pushing me too hard, too fast. Understand?”

They nodded. They even had the decency to look a little shamefaced about that.

“So here’s what I want from you today. Let me do my work and try to get my head out of this sexual fog that keeps me from thinking. Meanwhile, Shelle, you said something yesterday about going out on a date with a boy right away. If you do that, that could tip the balance in my decision that maybe we could live with a certain amount of incest without permanently damaging you.”

I swear, I could see the steam suddenly pour out of her ears.

“Rrraarrggh! Dork, Dork, Dork!” She was fit to be tied, and shook her fists in frustration as she looked around for something to hit. That caused her big, bare melons to flop up and down repeatedly. She turned to Mindy. “Mom, help! Make Daddy see sense! DO something! This is a disaster! There’s NO WAY I’m going to do that, EVER! It would be a betrayal of my entire cock slave life!”

When there was no immediate reply from Mindy, Michelle stomped off back up towards her bedroom, with Ruby in tow. As she left, she growled, “I’ll be in my room! Fuming!”

As I watched Michelle’s naked butt sway back and forth, I thought of the classic line, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.” How true!

Once they’d gone, Mindy said to me soberly, and rather quietly, “Honey, you’ve really stirred up a hornet’s nest now.”

“I know. But I can’t help how I feel. I know I can’t give up this fun we’ve been having, and frankly, I’ve been staying in the Church more through inertia than anything else. I don’t like a lot of the conservative dogma, which is more and more out of step with the times. But I’m also still a religious man. Maybe we could find a different church, a more tolerant one.”

“I’d like that,” Mindy replied. “You know I’d never go to the church we go to had it not been for you. The only positive thing I can really say about it is that at least they don’t still hold the mass in Latin. But I hope you’re not serious about this stance on adultery, at least.”

She pointed at me accusingly. “And Ruby! You’re gonna break her heart. Whatever you decide about Michelle is one thing, but you just HAVE to fuck Ruby in every hole AND accept her completely into the family. You already did the latter, so you can’t back out of that now. But to accept her into the family, and then tell her that it costs her the thing she wants most in the world - that would just be cruel!”

“Hmmm.” My erection was wilting now that the girls had left, but that quickly changed as I pictured Ruby wiggling and panting underneath me while I thrust deeper and deeper into her hot box. “Well, to be honest, I’m not so bothered by the adultery, since you’re okay with it. It’s the incest that really gets me. And if I fuck Ruby, the pressure would be intense for me to fuck Michelle as well.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Min! You’re not helping! Please stop thinking with your pussy. I know it’s tempting, but we can’t live our lives letting our libidos do all our thinking for us.”

“Sorry.” She reached over and stroked my arm. “That’s okay. I understand. You’ll come around soon. You just need time to adjust, like you always do. In the meanwhile, why don’t you get some rest and work on your book? I’ll make sure the Gruesome Twosome won’t bother you.”

“Thanks.”

Trying to lighten the mood, she asked, “How are things going between John and Roxanna, anyway?”

“I haven’t written anything since I gave you my last update.”

“Ah. Well, I’ll be rooting for them. But you really should introduce a Ruby-like character. You know the girls are going to read your final draft, and Roxanna is so similar to Michelle. Ruby will be offended.”

“Good point. I’ll work on that. But that’s likely to just make the book more erotic.”

She pretended distress. “Oh dear! We know how much everyone hates that! Recall that famous saying: ‘sex doesn’t sell.’”

I grumbled, “Very funny. You know the problem. If it gets too explicit, the publishers will reject it.”

“I’m sure you’ll work it out. You always do.”

I went upstairs to get back to my writing.

I found to my great joy that I could continue writing right where I’d left off the day before, and I was just as productive. I was able to put all the recent arguments and moral dilemmas behind me and get lost in my work.

Mindy thoughtfully brought lunch to my desk so I wouldn’t get slowed down having to face Satan’s Hell Spawn and probably argue with them some more.

She lingered to ask, “So, how are John and Roxanna getting along now?”

“Good. I’m having fun. As you know, I usually work from a detailed outline, but this time I’m totally winging it and just seeing where things go. Kind of like how my real life is going lately.” I chuckled. “In fact, I’m so flexible that I already took your advice and introduced a Ruby-like character.”

“Oh goody! Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Morgana. She’s a young, beautiful English girl who got shipwrecked and the kidnapped and wound up in a harem far from home. She has fair skin, green eyes, and flaming red hair.”

“Ah!” Mindy smiled at that. “I like her already. And great big round tits, I hope?”

“Indeed. But the main thing is that she’s the ‘queen’ of the harem. The sultan made her his favorite, mostly due to her very unique looks for that time and place, not to mention her extraordinary beauty. The sultan has grown old and sick, so he hardly sees her or any of his other harem girls. But she has great power just because everyone knows she has his ear and can get any favor she wants from him.”

I further explained, “Word of John sneaking in and out of the harem and fucking her harem girls reached her ears and she had him caught and brought to her. He was in big trouble. Luckily, he’s a charming, devious rogue. He’s also the first other English person she’s seen since joining the harem a few years ago. Naturally, they got talking about home. One thing led to another, and he seduced her too.”

“Oh dear,” Mindy said, pretending to be shocked at the sailor’s antics. “He really is a charming, horny rogue, kind of like his creator. What does Roxanna think about that?”

“She’s surprisingly fine with it. She knows he’s fucking other harem girls already, so it’s not like she could claim exclusive rights on him anyway. She realized that in this case it could bring great advantage for her. Morgana’s power and prestige could help her plight and even help her escape. That’s especially the case when John tells Morgana his plans to escape back to England and she says she wants to escape with him. Before long, the three of them are fast friends and plotting how to leave the country. With Morgana having the ear of the sultan they have new advantages, though the sultan also is never going to willingly let her go.”