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Curt downed the rest of his beer and tossed the can through the tent flap. He looked down at his sensually reclining daughter and boldly gazed at the lush young curves hidden only by her shorts and a thin cotton blouse.

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He chuckled obscenely. "You thought I'd never ask about that stomach of yours that doesn't feel so good, huh? Well you're wrong, honey. I'm really curious about it. 'Cause it felt fine the last time I had my hands on just me."

She grinned lasciviously. "But that's been a long time, Dad," she said huskily. "Too long. It's been three whole nights since the last time you touched me. I've been wanting one of our little get-togethers bad. Let's hurry before Mom and get back. We never have enough time, Dad. We never do."

He kneeled beside the cot, threw his arms around her trim waist. She reacted immediately, pushing herself up on one elbow and grabbing him around the neck with both hands. He felt the exciting pressure of her firm, bra-less tits push against his chest.

He ran a hand down her back, the slender small of her back he loved to touch so much, and lowered his fingers till they came to the magnificent swell of her hard young ass.

"Don't worry, honey," he told her, his voice thick, "we'll have time for me to give you-you want. Your old daddy won't let you down and leave without it."

"Oh Jesus, Daddy," she whispered, lips against his ear, "I'll give you what you and I know what it is you need, too, don't I? Everything's here for you, everything you want... underneath my clothes. It's all yours. Oh, take 'em off, Daddy, take 'em off so I can be naked for you!"

Curt pulled her ass to him and she rolled off the cot into his arms. Sitting on the canvas floor of the tent, he pulled her eager body over his lap and unzipped her shorts. The thick black curls of her muff greeted him, surprising him by being as her legs. He quickly worked his under her blouse and sank his fingers into succulent flesh of a juicy tit as he spoke.

"God damn, will you look at that! Not a fucking thing under these shorts except this hairy cunt. Where's your panties, honey? Sonofabitch, if I'd known you was padding around camp like this I'd have, had a hard cock all day long!"

"I got rid of them when I took my bra off," she said. "Whew... I love it when you feel my tits up like you're doing."

Curt was slowly and lightly massaging her entire breast, paying special attention to the hard tip of her nipple. Looking down at her with bright, wet eyes, he dragged her shorts all the way off over her graceful ankles and went to work at once on the buttons down the front of her thin cotton blouse.

"When this damned thing's off, I can really get to 'em," he said, his fingers clumsier than he wished.

Kelly was feverish to hurry up and get naked for him. There was more than a smattering of exhibitionism in her soul. She darted her hand to help him out. In seconds he was staring at the complete nakedness of his daughter's finely shaped tits. It drove him wild to see the boobery bra-less under her clothes and not be able to do anything about it. He took advantage of the opportunity and ran both hands over every smooth square inch of them for a few seconds, then dropped his head forward on her chest.

She felt the wet heat of his mouth enclose one of her taut, dark-skinned nipples. She gasped and raised herself slightly from the floor, pushing her succulent abundance against his ravenous lips. At the same time she wiggled her shoulders and made the blouse drop all the way off. Now she was entirely naked before him, her bare secrets laid open for the pleasure of his paternal eyes.

She clutched him with both arms and, wriggling her ass in his lap, raised herself to a sitting position with her long legs spreading open as she moved. He switched nipples, moaning with delight, and put his hands on her smooth calves. She knew she was about to feel his hands slide up her legs to more important things and she loved it. She spread her thighs wider still, making it quite obvious she couldn't wait to have his fingers at work there.

The rough feel of his clothes on her soft naked skin was exciting to Kelly. She rubbed herself against his body and tantalized herself with thoughts of what was under his pants and shirt. The first time she had ever seen his red, swollen cock it had scared her, but that was long in the past. Now she loved the hard, meaty strength of it and couldn't wait to see it.

She unbuttoned the front of his shirt while he sucked away on her tits, going back and forth from one fat nipple to the other like a bear eating blackberries. When he was naked from the waist up she could at last feel the tangled mass of his chest hair. She ran her fingers through it and gasped softly as he moved his fingers slowly up her leg. The pace of his movement was excruciatingly slow for her. She felt her thighs tremble involuntarily. She knew he was purposely teasing her, and even though that in itself excited her, she wanted desperately to have him hurry things up.

She ran her hand down the front of his pants. Her fingers encountered the elastic band of his jockey shorts.

Curt grazed his lips up the bountiful flesh of her tit till he came to her collar bone. He nuzzled his face against the side of her neck, then moved higher to the graceful line of her jaw and on to her ear, buried beneath the thick mass of her rich black tresses.

"My horny girl's wanting something, ain't she?" he whispered obscenely into the pink shell of her ear.

"Oh Daddy, you know I do," she cried, her ass trembling in his lap and her fat tits rubbing his hairy chest.

"You're getting me awful hot, honey," he wheezed. "Awful hot, so you're about to get what you're itching for. Unbutton my pants for me like a good girl now, will you?"

He shifted her in his lap, gave her a big wet kiss on the mouth, and slid her back onto the floor. He kneeled beside her, drinking in the luscious sight of her smooth naked body, and watched hungrily as she eagerly moved her hand inside his pants.

"Oh wow, now I can get to it, Dad," she gasped. "Let me get in there and work on it for you."

She was humping her ass on the floor in a slowly building rhythm. He felt her fingers find his cock and grasp it, first gently and then tighter. With her other hand she jerked his pants down, followed by his jockey shorts. She was still lying on her back where he had lain her. He stood beside her on his knees and gazed down on her. Once she glanced up at him and he saw a look of hot shame in her eyes. She knew as well as he did that a girl shouldn't even think of doing such things with her own father, but the sinful thrill she got from doing it was so great she couldn't stop. Somehow the sight of shame in her eyes made him hotter than ever to go ahead and do it, to get on with the terrible act.

He threw a leg over her body and straddled her slender waist, positioning himself over the center of her body. He scooted back a few inches and feasted his eyes on the damp, hairy mound of her naked crotch.

"Come on, Dad," she said, her tits jouncing on her chest, "hug me. Please. I need it. Lie down and let me feel you on top. You want me to suck it for you? God, just tell me... you know I'll do it for you... I'll do whatever you want but please, please get down here on the floor with me."

Curt reached between his legs and placed his fingers on the hand she was jacking him off with.

"No, honey," he said hoarsely, "you already got me plenty hot with your hand. I don't need to have you eat my cock, I'm past that. I'm going to give it to you now... I'm going to work that pussy over till it's hot as shit and then fill you full of cock."

His words sent her blood throbbing faster. "Oh yeah, Daddy... yeah that's what I want... that's it... I'm already wet too, you don't have to do a thing -- God am I wet! You haven't even played with Pusso any this time, and it's full of juice anyway. Feel it, Daddy, feel it... put your hands..."

"No, honey," he demurred again, "not my hands... this. This is what you're ready for."

He lowered himself on the curvaceous body of his daughter and felt his hairy legs brush across the silken softness of her inner thighs. She immediately threw her long legs around his and welcomed his pelvis into her crotch. He touched the tight black curls of her cunt with the taut end of his prick and saw her flinch and shake her tits back and forth from desire. She was gazing up at him with half-closed eyes, her lips slack and her face moist with sweat.

At last he burrowed through the matted hair and touched the bare skin of her shining-wet pussy lips with his swollen glans. She eagerly accepted the fat red knob and scooted her ass on the floor to increase the contact.

"Shit, honey, you weren't kidding me, were you," he gasped. "You're so fucking hot you're ready for every inch of it, aren't you? Jesus, so am I!"

He drove the swollen head of it between her outer lips and felt the sweet sensation of her slippery-wet inner lips close joyously around it.

"Oh that's it, Daddy," she grunted, "that's it... oh wow, gimme more, gimme more."

He had entered slowly on purpose, savoring every luscious square inch of her velvety young hole. His eyes were glazed with passion now, he needed to cram it in all the way.

He pressed his hips forward and felt the slick wet walls of her cunt part before the heated head of his pulsing cock.

A sob escaped her throat. He straightened out and sent his prick into the farthest reaches of her horny little sex-mine. She shuddered all over her body.

Curt drew his cock out and then fed it to her again, this time without a slow entry as before. As it coursed through the hot channel of her hungry young cunt she grabbed him strongly around his shoulders and pulled him down on her naked tits with enthusiasm. She wiggled her ass under his thrusting body and grunted in ecstasy every time his cock drove into the sweet wetness of her.

"Be quiet, honey," he shushed her. "You're so fucking pretty when you're on your back like this I've been taking more time than I should have. Lilly and your mom might be close enough to hear you."

He pumped on, seeing her tits and stomach run with sweat as she grew more and more aroused. She was making little whimpering noises.

"Oh Daddy," she hoarsely whispered, "I... I can't help myself... it's too hard to keep quiet... oh my gosh, it feels sooooo good when you ram it in... it makes my pussy so hot I can't... oh... I can't help it!"

He was about to come himself and thought he had her awfully near the brink too, but being overheard was a real danger. He hadn't been kidding Kelly -- he was deathly afraid of having Karol catch them.

"Ungh... ungh," she moaned, "Oh Jesus, Daddy, I'm about to... I'm gonna come... oh Jesus, I'm gonna come!"

"Shut up, Goddamn it," he whispered severely. "Keep your damned mouth closed, you hear? We can't take chances."

She lay in a pool of sweat and her thick black hair was utterly disheveled. She clamped her lips tightly together to keep herself from making any noise. Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head from the effort. Her face was contorted in a tense grimace of passion that made Curt's temperature rise higher and higher just to look at her. She wasn't his daughter anymore -- nobody's daughter could look so erotically depraved. She was a beautiful hunk of hot young femininity just dying to have her cunt fucked and loving every stiff stroke he could shove down her quivering, hungry little hole. And he was just the man to keep it up till he got his nuts off.

Soon now, very soon... he felt the pressure of the spunk building up at the base of his cock... very soon. God, she was going wild... her hand was over her mouth and her eyes were hot and dark. Suddenly he felt himself explode with a wonderfully satisfying orgasm. The force of his blast sent a fat wad of come shooting into her cunt and from the look on her face, she felt it splat hot and runny on the inside of her pussy. She jiggled her ass in double time and reached desperately for his arms at the last moment. He hugged her tight and felt a paroxysm of shuddering wrack her whole naked, churning body.

Her tits rose up and down in the air like islands in an earthquake and she sucked air into her lungs in great, gasping breaths. When she got her wind back she reached up and planted a big wet kiss on Curt's mouth.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, "that was super! I think trying to keep myself quiet while you were doing it to me so good, made me come even better than usual."

He quickly jumped into his jockey shorts and grabbed his clothes in his hand.

"Okay, we were lucky this time, honey," he told her. "They don't seem to be in sight yet. But we better be damned careful in the future about this kind of shit."

"Oh wait, do you have to go to your tent right now?" she petulantly moaned. "Oh, I guess you do. But listen, Dad, can't we figure out a way to do this more often. Jesus, I get so horny from being around you without being able to do anything about it."

"I wish we could, Kelly," he said. "You damned well know how much I love to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours -- it was me that first started you in at this, remember? But with your mother and Lilly around, I don't see any way to improve things any. For now, anyway. Go to sleep now. But try to straighten things up in here a little bit first, okay? If Lilly sees you girls' tent messed up like this, she's liable to get funny ideas. She's getting a little older now."

"Don't worry about her," Kelly said. "But wait, Dad, before you go -- when can we be alone again? Huh? Can't we..."

"We'll just have to play it by ear," he cut her off. "Just so we don't take any dumb chances. Tonight I think we came pretty close to blowing it. Good night, sleep tight."

"I can't sleep very tight any more, Daddy," she teased. "I'm not a virgin any more, remember?"

As soon as Curt got to his tent he grabbed a towel and dipped it in a bucket of water, then proceeded to give himself a Marine bath. At home things were much simpler. He simply took a nice, invigorating shower after his love sessions with Kelly. That way there was no trace of anything amiss when Karol came home later from her bridge club. But out here in the wilds it was more difficult to conceal the evidence. He washed off as thoroughly as possible and then put his forefinger to the foreskin of his limp cock and brought it to his nose.

Damn it, the scent of his daughter's cunt juice was still all too prominent. He started to have another go at it but was stopped short by the sound of Lilly's voice piping up from outside. He quit what he was doing and jumped into his cot. Whew! That had been close. Just a few more minutes in the girls' tent and he would have been caught there, quite literally, with his pants down. He listened as Karol said good night to Lilly and then walked into their tent.

When she saw the light blown out she was uptight. "Curt... Curt, you're not asleep, are you? You promised you'd wait up for me. Of all the..."

"Don't get shook, honey," he said from his cot. "I'm not asleep, I'm just taking it easy."

Her whole outlook changed. She slipped out of her clothes and came to his cot. He expected her to spend at least a few minutes telling him about their trip to the ranger tower, but she was obviously thinking of other things. She gave him a big kiss and began telling him how aroused she had become that morning when he and the girls were out fishing. As she talked she toyed with his hair and soon her hand was under the light sheet and approaching his groin. She very unshyly placed her naked tits on the edge of his cot.

Curt still got along swell in bed with Karol after eighteen years of marriage. But taking her on immediately after popping the meat to their daughter was a bit more than he felt like handling at the moment. He knew Karol was plenty hot to trot, so he half-heartedly began manipulating her big, excited nipples. When his penis was discovered to be limp by Karol's searching fingers, she was a little put out.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked. "Don't you feel like, it? I thought you'd be rested up and all set for giving some good loving to your poor, horny wife."

He begged off saying that he guessed he had overdone it more than he thought on the fishing trip with the girls. For a few seconds she seemed pretty dejected but she recovered without much trouble.

"That's okay," she told him. "I guess you are pretty bushed after tearing around over the creek bank with them. Here, baby, raise the sheet and at least let me give you a blow job, okay?"

He tensed up. Was Kelly's scent gone from his groin enough so that Karol wouldn't detect it?

"Aw, that's okay, honey," he said. "Hell, if I can't give you a nice healthy fucking, you don't have to..."

"But I want to," she broke in. "For me. I'm telling you, I don't know what's got into me lately, but I'm so horny I have to have some kind of loving. I think I can darn near bring myself off just from having that thing in my mouth."

She had him. He could hardly argue with that. She wasn't asking him to do a damned thing but lie there and let her work on his prick with her mouth. Besides, he was beginning to feel a bit randy himself by now. When she put her mind to it, his wife really could suck a mean prick. He raised the side of the sheet.

"If you really want to, then," he said. "If you won't be pissed at me for not being more..."

Her head shot under the covers with a rapidity that astonished him. Instead of replying to him, she socked her mouth on his cock without even waiting till he finished talking.

"Ummmm... ummmm," he heard her saying. He could also feel her saying it, since she was making her lips vibrate on his glans.

She slipped her lips over the head of it and began gently biting the shaft with the edges of her teeth. It began to swell. He felt the head of it expand toward the back of her throat as her tongue gleefully applied itself to the sensitive undersides.

He let his hand fall down his side and idly grabbed a handful of tit. It was the least he could do, he thought, under the circumstances. She showed her appreciation by opening and closing her mouth on his slick glans and making a sexy slurping noise as she did so.

She pulled her mouth off for a second and said, "Like it, baby? Am I doing it good for you?"

"Yeah," he said. "Oh yeah, you're doing it great. But how about yourself? Isn't your cunt getting awful hot to be fucked? You must be getting pretty itchy between your legs to be giving me such a nice mouth job."

But she was too anxious to get a mouthful of prick again to reply. As she plopped her lips back on the stiff organ, she took his hand and placed it between her legs. She was jerking herself off!

Wow, she must be so hot she's about to bust a gut for her to be doing that to herself, he thought. It had been years after Kelly was born before he even got her to admit she ever did such things as handle her own organs. And much longer after that before she would do it in front of him. Even then it was usually just to please him after he kept on at her about it, begging her to let him watch. It was very unusual for her to frig herself at her own initiative.

He loved the way it felt to touch her fingers while they busily stimulated the sweetmeat of her juicy pussy. Very soon he felt her sucking on his cock with extra force. At the same time he noticed that she increased the speed of her fingers against the fleshy lips of her cunt. Earlier, he had honestly believed he was incapable of raising a hard-on, much less shooting off. Yet her eager and erotic manipulations were making him change his mind. He could feel the come boiling up inside as her mouth kept up its steady sucking.

She'd keel over dead if she had any idea that thing had been inside her darling daughter's pussy less than an hour ago, he thought to himself. She was really giving him the works now. He gave a grunt and blew a thick stream into her mouth. She greedily disposed of it with a smacking of her lips and a bobbing of her Adam's apple, all the while jamming her fingers in and out of her cunt with more and more fervor.

Seconds later she started moaning and clamping her thighs as tightly as possible on the blurring fingers that were going like crazy inside her wet cunt. Then with a final groan of extreme pleasure received, she slumped forward over his cot and he felt her tits heaving.

She had quite obviously enjoyed a very gratifying climax. And she had provided him with one in the bargain -- one which he had thought he wasn't up to after his earlier activities.

She gave him a big kiss and said, "That was scrumptious, Curt. I almost went out of my mind when I felt you shoot off iii my mouth. Thought you were too tired for such stuff."

"I did too," he replied, grinning in the dark. He gave her a long kiss and patted her naked ass. "But you got me going so much I was able to make it."

As she climbed into her cot with a sigh, and Curt rolled over onto his pillow in preparation for a good night's sleep, there was sudden activity in the girls' tent.

"But it didn't sound like any animal I ever heard," Lilly was saying to her sister. "It sounded more like somebody crying or... or somebody hurting real bad."

Kelly knew quite well what the noises had been that Lilly was so concerned about. In fact, she was lying there in a jealous snit because of them. It was one thing to know her parents made love with each other, but to actually overhear them doing it -- that was different. She knew it was silly to feel the least bit jealous but she couldn't help it.

"It was just some animal off in the woods somewhere, I tell you," she staunchly maintained. "Now go to sleep, will you?"

"Well, okay," Lilly reluctantly agreed. "But it sure didn't sound like any animal I ever heard before."

Don't worry, little sister, Kelly thought to herself, you'll hear more 'animals' like that when you get a little older.

She lay quietly listening to Lilly's breathing and was soon relieved to hear her sleeping soundly. She lay recalling the first time her father had touched her nakedness. She was lying in her bed at home sleeping as soundly as Lilly. Then she gradually woke up to the sensation of a hand stealing under the covers and lightly exploring the smooth skin under her nighty.

Kelly smiled to herself at the recollection. It was one night when her mother had taken Lilly to a school play and Dad had worked too late to go with them. But when he came home that night, he wound up doing something much more entertaining -- seducing his teen-age daughter. Kelly remembered how she hadn't known what was happening to her at first, through the fog of sleep. And by the time she did know what was happening, it was feeling so good to her that she wanted it to go on and on. And Dad, good old Dad, made it do just that.

He roamed all over her young body feeling the swollen curves under her nighty and finally even putting his hands in the most secret and embarrassing places possible. He had worked his fingers through the leg-hole of her panties and proceeded to apply his attentions to her virginal pubes. It was the first time in her life she ever had another person's hand inside her undies and the thrill was so foreign and so exciting to her that she lay pretending to be asleep and letting him keep it up. Before he left her room that night, her father had awakened Kelly to the beautiful sensations to be had by spreading her legs for him.

Afterwards he would repair to her bedroom every chance he got and seek out his young daughter's hot little pussy. Before long he would have it dripping with juice from his careful touch. He cautioned her never to tell her mother or anyone at all -- if she did, he would be in big trouble and wouldn't be able to continue the practice. Kelly enjoyed their secret so much that she wasn't about to do anything to bring it to a halt. Finally, several weeks after his first visit to her bedroom, he gently and lovingly slipped his throbbing penis through the thin skin of her maidenhead and brought an end to her virginity.

Kelly lay in the tent remembering how great it had been to finally have his cock inside her after weeks of being warmed up for it by his fingers. There was only one problem. He was very possessive with her and exercised harsh control over her dating. Her mother simply looked upon his exaggerated concern for his daughter's social life as a normal thing -- after all, Kelly was uncommonly pretty. It seemed only natural to Karol that her husband watch over her a bit more carefully than if she had been an ugly duckling.

But Kelly knew that the real reason was simply sexual jealousy. Her father hated to think of what he called "one of those pimply-faced young hippies" laying a hand on the soft flesh of his daughter's body -- flesh with which he was quite familiar.

Kelly gradually drifted off to sleep. Having a dad like hers did put a little strain on her dating activities, but the way he made up for it was very delightful. As for Mother, she had never discovered the arrangement. But then her relationship with her mother was an entirely different story. Entirely. Now she was breathing deeply, as far into dreamland as her little sister.

The next morning was swim time and bath time. Karol, summoning her most detached and enlighted tone of voice, explained to the girls that the whole family was going to bathe nude together in the creek. To Karol's surprise, neither of them seemed very shocked at the idea. Karol had thought they would be. Kelly's position was that she felt so grimy from going without a shower that she'd do almost anything to be able to get herself clean. Karol had no way of knowing that her daughter wouldn't be seeing anything new when Curt dropped his pants.

And Lilly seemed so unaware of the fact that she was a girl, at this point of her young life, that she wasn't overly concerned about it much either.

They took soap and towels to the secluded hole Curt had found and started to strip off. But just before Karol wiggled out of her pants -- she was going to be first to shuck her clothes -- their attention was taken by a commotion in the low grass on the other side of the creek. Lilly, always the curious one and usually the most energetic, dashed a few yards closer and then came sprinting back.

"Hey," she blurted in an excited stage-whisper, "it's a naked lady and a man with his pants down. And you should see what they're doing!"

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"My God!" exclaimed Karol. "Curt, will you please go take a look at what this child saw over there? I'm taking the girls back to the camper. We certainly can't take a bath with stuff like this going on right here under our noses in broad daylight. The nerve of some people!"

She urged the rather reluctant girls along the path ahead of her while Curt went to check on the scene.

"What did you see?" Kelly asked innocently. She knew very well what her little sister must have been witness to, but she couldn't resist the temptation to have a little fun with her mother.

Karol gave her a sharp look. "Never mind what she saw," she exclaimed. "Certainly nothing fit for a young girl to see."

But Lilly had already started to answer, "Well, this man was fooling around with..."

"Just keep it to yourself," snapped Karol. "It was bad enough you had to see a thing like that, much less give us a blow by blow de***********ion of it."

Kelly tittered at her choice of words. Lilly looked up to see her sister and her mother exchange a strange glance between themselves. She felt left out.

"Mommy, what's Kelly laughing about?" she whined.

"Nothing," answered Karol. "She's just a silly girl, that's all -- a silly, naughty girl."

Yet Lilly's sharp eyes detected that her mother, also, was doing all she could to hold back laughter. She shrugged her shoulders at the stupid ways of grown-ups and walked on up the path. But she was thinking.

With the womenfolk out of the way, Curt had walked quietly to the spot where Lilly had been standing when she reported her sighting. He peered across the creek and saw a young couple going at it. They obviously had no idea they were being watched. The girl, a cute little redhead in her early twenties, was strip-ass naked on the grass, letting the guy suck her tits. He had his pants down and the girl was displaying absolutely no hesitance whatsoever about touching his hard prick. In fact, she was doing much more than just touch it, Curt noticed, his own cock swelling in his pants. She was slowly slipping the foreskin up and down over his shiny glans in an extremely erotic manner.

Damn, she's a looker, Curt thought to himself, wish to hell I could swap places with him.

Curt knew Karol was expecting him back momentarily but it was all he could do to tear himself away. He headed back to join his family. As he looked over his shoulder for one last glance, the girl had her hair spread all over the guy's lap and was going down on him.

"Damn," he muttered aloud, wishing he could stay and watch.

When he caught up with the others they were almost back to the main road.

"Well, what now?" asked Kelly. "Do we all just stay dirty? I simply can't stand to be like this."

Lilly didn't seem to mind doing without a bath at all. She picked up a rock and sailed it at an oak tree.

Karol was disappointed at being forced to do without their planned bath, but she wasn't so concerned about the bath as about the couple who had caused them to miss out on it. "The very idea," she kept mumbling under her breath.

"Well," Curt said slowly, "it wasn't all that bad, honey. I mean, it isn't as though they were on the sidewalk in front of the library. They thought they were completely hidden away."

"Are you defending them?" said Karol quickly. "I don't care where they are, I don't want my daughters to be confronted with such things. It's enough to..."

"What about Lilly. "Is she exempt or something? Is Kelly supposed to get to see it too,

"Certainly not," Karol shot back. "I didn't mean that at all... neither one of you should be exposed to such things. I don't know what's got into this family. Curt's taking up for the pair, Lilly's wanting to make sure she doesn't miss out on it, and Kelly..."

She never finished her sentence, much to Kelly's disappointment. She wondered what her mother would assign as her sin.

"You folks having trouble?" came a voice from the main road.

Karol looked and recognized Jim, the man who had paid her the visit while the others were fishing. He had evidently heard their bickering. She hoped he hadn't heard much. She yelled up and said no, that they had just started to take a bath and had to change their plans.

"Yeah," piped up Lilly, "because I saw..."

Karol slammed her hand over the daughter’s mouth and finished her sentence for her: "... because she saw the water was too shallow in the creek," she called out.

Jim came down the hill to where they were standing and she made the introductions. He and Curt shook hands. "If that's your problem," Jim said, "then it's solved. The wife and I have a shower in our camper and you're more than welcome to use it."

Kelly's eyes danced. "Mom," she squealed, "a shower. A real shower! Can we... huh, can we go use it?"

They all piled into the back of his pick-up and rode to his camper. He said his wife was at the store and for them to go right ahead and take showers. He opened Curt a cold beer while Curt stood admiring his force-feed water hook-up to the creek.

Jim said he had to go feed his dogs and excused himself. Curt sat waiting in line with Karol and Lilly for the shower. Kelly was already happily singing underneath it and they could all hear her through the closed door.

As she finished and Karol took her place, Curt tired of sitting in the camper and ambled outside. As he rounded the corner he was met by the sight of Jim standing with his eye to a hole in the side of the outer wall and a beefy leer on his face.

Curt was infuriated. He ran up and started to punch Jim right in the nose without even asking questions. He knew damned well he was peeking at the shower.

Jim jumped up, tore his eye away from the eyehole and began making frantic apologies. He was red as a beet. He managed to hold Curt off long enough to keep from getting socked.

"Don't deny it, you bastard," Curt cried. "You were watching my wife take her clothes off, weren't you? And my daughter -- I bet you were out here sneaking a peek when she was in there too, weren't you?"

"Now wait a minute, wait a minute," Jim blustered. "I didn't see your daughter at all. I -- I admit I was looking at your wife just now. But hell, man, be civilized. Don't you and your wife swing any? All I was doing was looking at her. If you want to, I'll let you come over here and watch my wife. I'll do better than that. I'll let you come over and lay the meat to her if you'll do the same. Haven't you two ever switched off with another couple before?"

The enormity of all the ideas the man was throwing out was enough to simmer Curt down. He batted his eyes a couple of times and stood hesitantly, not sure whether to bash him in the mouth or thank him for his offer. But before he decided, they were interrupted by Jim's wife driving up in her car. She had arrived much earlier than expected and ruined her husband's plan in the process, unwittingly though it was on her part. Curt took one look at her and knew he didn't want any part of her. As soon as Karol finished her shower he dragged her and the girls away from there as quickly as possible without having to go into details with her about his reasons.

On the way back to their camper, Curt still didn't explain in full why he was so anxious to leave but it didn't matter. Lilly was the only one who failed to get her shower and she was glad of it. That night around their campfire he sat drinking beer and thinking how delicious and fragrant Kelly's pussy would be after her nice long shower if he could only think of a way to get his hands on it. It was a weird situation for him. Karol was all hot to trot again and kept rubbing up against him every chance she got and making veiled references to her desires. But it was Kelly that Curt couldn't get his mind off.

Maybe it was just the fact that sinking his cock into his daughter's young cunt was so... so forbidden, as opposed to his wife's more available cunt. He wasn't sure about the reasons. All he knew was that he could hardly stand to be around Kelly without taking a little pinch of her ass or getting a big hard-on from thinking what was waiting for him inside her panties if he could only get at it.

A couple of times when he was sure Karol and Lilly weren't looking, he did manage to cop a few feels. Once he got a nice handful of ass off of her and another time during the evening he took a bigger chance of being seen and got a quick feel of one of her jugs. He almost wished he hadn't, though. It only made him more horny for the real thing. The worst part of it was that he could tell she was dying to have his hands on her as bad as he was wanting to do it. Whenever she got the chance she shot him a glance so hot and sultry it would have melted butter. His prick was so big he began to worry about having Karol notice it... which would be hard to explain later when he begged off fucking her.

That night he told them all they'd be getting up at six o'clock the next morning, so everyone had to go to sleep early. In the privacy of their tent Karol tried to induce him into at least a quickie before going to sleep. But when he claimed they'd never get up in the morning if they indulged, she accepted it without too much ill will.

He sought to lift her spirits. Leaning over toward her cot after they had doused the lantern, he said, "Hell, honey, I don't want to have to hurry when I'm in bed with you. I like it nice and slow so I can take all the time I want underneath those cute little nighties you wear around at home."

That pleased her. She went to sleep peacefully and slept well. It took Curt a little longer. He lay on his back thinking how close he was to the succulent nakedness of his daughter -- just a few yards, if it only weren't for... but that was the trouble. Too many ifs.

Kelly lay with her sensuous outline emphasized by the sheet draped loosely over her body. When she was sure Lilly was all the way asleep, she even ventured her hand down between her legs and gave her warm pussy a few love-strokes. At first she was thinking about her dad, but before she dozed off to sleep her mind wandered to Rex. He was her latest boyfriend back home. If only her dad wasn't so strict with her, she would really be interested in seeing a lot of Rex. She smiled to herself. She was sure that he would be interested in seeing a lot of her, too... in more ways than one.

She had never been in a situation yet with him where he had a chance to come onto her. He was awfully good-looking. How would it be, she wondered? She toyed with the moist folds of her pussy as she pictured how he might react to seeing her with her bra off or maybe getting a nice shot up her dress. She'd love to have him see all the curly black hairs that coiled between her legs. She felt her slit getting juicy at the thought.

Rex was always talking about how much he dug her long black hair. If she ever got a chance to show off her real hair to him he'd be certain to think much more of it. She lay on her side with her hand tight between her thighs and her fingers gingerly stimulating her damp sex. Her hips began to rock. She thought about how it would be to have Rex's hands up her dress, to have him feeling around under her blouse for a nice hot handful of titty. Her ass moved back and forth under the sheet with increasing rapidity.

She stuck her face under the top of the sheet and smelled the unmistakable scent of her aroused pussy. She could see her full jugs swollen high and taut-tipped off her chest. Suddenly she wanted to touch more than just her pussy, she wanted to dip her face down and fill her mouth with one of the creamy-smooth tits. She ducked her head under the cover, her fingers still on fire between her legs, and tried to suck one into her mouth. But she couldn't quite bend low enough. Her climax was fast approaching. She wrenched her face sideways and dug her sharp white teeth into her shoulder, whimpering like a baby and jamming her ass back and forth till she came.

Relief! At last she was reveling in the warm glow of the good healthy come she'd been needing so much. Ahhkhh...

But Lilly's voice suddenly broke the spell. "Hey, what's the matter, sis?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep. "I just woke up. Wasn't that you making all the fuss?"

Kelly's cheeks turned deep crimson in the darkness. To be caught giving yourself the business -- and by your little sister! But she said she'd just woken up. If that was really true, then all she could have heard was the noises themselves...

"Oh, it's -- it's okay now," she covered. "I... I was having kind of a nightmare, I'm all right now. Go on back to sleep."

Lilly shrugged her slim shoulder, patted her pillow, and gave herself up again to sleep.

Whew... close call, Kelly thought, I sure am glad she and I have our own bedrooms back home. Otherwise she just might hear 'nightmare noises' every once in a while -- not to mention the times when Dad gets a chance to sneak into my bedroom and give me a few quick feels or get himself a little pussy-finger.

Relaxed and calm after her self-induced satisfaction, Kelly soon joined her sister in sleep.

The next morning the parents' tent was astir bright and early. But the girls weren't so eager to climb out of the sack. Curt stuck his head in their tent flap and said, "Okay, kids, let's get a move on. We have to get out of here early this morning to miss the freeway rush when we hit town."

He only had his head inside for a moment but it was time enough to exchange winks with Kelly as she gave him a quick look at one of her breasts. There was no time for funny stuff with her so he didn't try to complicate things. But as he left the tent and set about breaking camp, he realized that a picture was stuck in his mind from the brief sighting inside the girls' tent. He remembered how little Lilly had happened to be lying with the sheet partially exposing her upper body, and that her cotton nighty was pulled down over her shoulder on one side. It had revealed a cute little titty of surprising size.

Curt didn't even think of his younger daughter as having anything at all on her chest. But it suddenly occurred to him that it had been quite some time since he'd actually seen the her naked. During that time, she had evidently developed pretty quickly. For in the place where there used to be nothing but a boy-nipple, there was now a pert swelling as big as a fat strawberry -- dark and taut at the tip and with more than a little bit of nice, sweet titty-flesh welling up at the base.

Hmmmm, he thought, remembering his wife's comments about Lilly being ready for her first kiss and making out. I guess Karol was right.

As the future was to tell, this was not the last time Curt had occasion to think of his younger daughter's mammary development.

They were on the road by six-thirty, and on the outskirts of the city by two in the afternoon. When they pulled into the driveway of their house, everyone was ready to head for the comfort of their air-conditioned rooms.

The phone rang before they'd been home a half-hour. It was Rex, Kelly's boyfriend of late. As she took the call in the privacy of her room, Curt complained, "Can you beat that? We're not home five minutes and already that pimply-faced hippie's pestering us."

"Don't exaggerate, dear," Karol reminded him. "We've been home a lot longer than five minutes -- and just because he wears his hair a little long, and he has a touch of acne..."

"A little long?" yelled Curt. "Shit, you can't even tell he's got any ears. Next thing to go will be his eyes if he keeps letting it grow like that."

"Well, anyway, you should be proud your daughter's so popular," Karol continued. "The call's for her, not us. Just stay cool and don't get so worked up about it."

"Okay, okay," Curt gave in. "But when I think of that pimply-faced weirdo with his hands on my... on our daughter, it gives me the creeps. Hell, he looks like a girl himself." He smiled, pleased with his joke. "Why doesn't he get himself a boyfriend instead of a girl friend?"

"You're being silly again," chided Karol. "I don't think the length of his hair has anything to do with his sex life. And even if it did -- there happens to be people who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose business is it to anybody but them?"

Curt let the subject drop, but he did think Karol's last comment was a strange one for her to make. For her to defend the boy himself was one thing, for her to bring in the subject of queers and defend them too wasn't like her. Or was it? She'd always been what he'd call a pretty liberal woman. Homosexuals were simply something that didn't ever come up in their conversation. Oh well, fuck it. It wasn't important. He just knew for sure he'd clobber any man that ever reached for his cock. He opened a bottle of beer and turned on the football game while Karol unloaded a few more things from the camper.

Lilly was entertaining herself in her room and Kelly was in hers still talking on the phone to Rex. They were the same age, but she was pretty sure that he hadn't had much experience, even though he was quite good-looking. It gave her a charge to play with his feelings once in a while and have a little fun by acting unperturbed while he fizzled. Sometimes when they were together she'd "accidentally" give him a breath-taking shot up her skirt and act like she didn't even notice it. Or just happen to lean over where she knew he could see almost all the way to one of her nipples. It gave her a kick to see him squirm around with a big hard-on under his pants as he tried to pretend nothing was happening.

She had discovered she could do pretty much the same thing on the telephone. They had already got the routine things out of the way -- he had asked her for a date Friday night and she had accepted -- so now they were just chatting.

"Just a minute," she excused herself, then dropped the phone to the bed and giggled so he wouldn't hear. After a little bit she got back on the line.

"Sorry," she explained, "but the air conditioner's turned up a little too high. I had to throw something over me to keep from freezing."

"Oh yeah," he responded. "But aren't you... dressed?"

"Oh, you know how girls run around when they're just by themselves in their own bedrooms," she said nonchalantly.

"Oh," he said, "you mean a robe... a housecoat of some kind?" His voice sounded a bit odd.

"No, silly," she giggled. "I said in my bedroom, not out at the breakfast table with the family. That's the only place I wear things like a robe or housecoat."

"But you were cold," he said. "You just now put something else on to keep warm, you said. What was that?"

"Oh, I just tossed one of my nighties over my shoulders," she said. "I'm sitting on my bed so there was one handy."

"A... a nighty? That's all you put on?" he asked, excitement rising in his voice. "Then -- then what were you wearing before... what did you have on when I first called you?"

"When the phone rang I just had my bra and panties on," she blandly told him. "You know, I was just tripping around in my bedroom so that's all I need."

"Your... uh... bra and panties," he rasped. "You're just sitting there on the bed in your bra and panties right now with a nighty tossed over your shoulders?"

"Sure," she calmly told him. "What's so funny about that? That's what most girls wear in their bedrooms." She giggled. "I mean it's not like I was out in public, Rex!"

"No... no, I didn't mean that," he said. His voice was deep and shaky and his words were coming slower. "Listen, what... what do they look like -- I mean what kind of bra and panties you got on? What color are they?"

"Huh?" she said, feigning surprise that such routine details would interest him. "Oh, just a plain old blue bra and a regular little pair of bikini panties," she innocently responded.

"Oh," he said, his voice vibrating, "is... is that what you're wearing now under the nighty?" She could hear another sound, too, a rhythmic sort of slapping faint in the background.

"Sure, why?" she commented guilelessly.

"Listen," he said, his voice rushing, "I... I have to go. Mom's calling me. I... I'll see you Friday night."

She heard the receiver slick into its cradle and then rolled over on her back laughing like a loon. Actually she was fully dressed, just as she had walked in from the camper. She had only told him all that to get him all hot and bothered.

"I know damn well he was giving himself a hand job," she said softly to herself. She smiled to herself as she thought of what some of her goody-goody girl friends would think of hearing her use such dirty words, not to mention what their reaction would be to what she had just done on the telephone with her sexy voice.

Such girls tried to pretend things like hand jobs didn't exist even for boys, much less for girls. On the other hand, Kelly had a few friends from her high school days -- just a few months past, after all -- who knew the score and weren't afraid to admit it. They were only too aware of such activities as putting their hands on a boy's nice fat cock and giving a hot little session of fingering, because they had done it. Kelly knew they had because she had talked about it a few times. Both Jeannie and Pam had admitted doing it more than once. They said they had done it to give their boyfriends the relief they knew they needed without having to flop down in the back seat and spread their legs for them. And once when she and Pam had been talking about especially intimate things, Pam had even confessed to giving herself a hand job. Kelly remembered how glad Pam was when she admitted that she also did it once in a while. Pam had thought maybe girls weren't as bad as boys about masturbating themselves, and that she was especially naughty for doing it.

Kelly slipped out of her clothes and headed toward the shower, her fine twin firmnesses jouncing solidly as she walked. She was still thinking about sex. There were things she could share with girls like Pam and Jeannie, but even with them she knew she could never come clean about one of her biggest secrets -- how she let her own father fuck her, and how she'd been laying for him for three years. She stepped into the shower and felt the wonderfully welcome water wash the grime of the long car trip from her body. As for the rest of her secrets... well, there were a few things her father didn't know, too, even though he thought he was her closest confidante. She turned her wet nakedness front wards so the hot fountain coursed over her plump tits and on down to the jungle-thick curls of her pouting crotch. And what her father didn't know, she was certainly never going to tell him, she continued to mull over in her mind. Not a chance! It was too groovy having things the way they were and Kelly definitely wanted to keep them that way.

As she dried herself off she thought of her girl friends with all their dumb dates... boys only a few years older at most -- rank amateurs compared to where she got her loving from. It was funny that she had never given in and let Rex have a little pussy, though. She grinned mischievously to herself as she powdered her smooth nakedness before her mirror. Maybe she'd just do that little thing sometime before too long. As big a reason as any for holding out so long from Rex, of course, was her father's jealousy and the way he controlled her dating so strictly. But there were ways, if she wanted to bad enough.

She glanced at herself as she slipped into her silk panties and jeans. She knew darned well that Rex sure would love to see her that way, all smooth and naked and getting into her clothes -- even if he was a little shy for a guy his age. She got into a shirt, leaving her tits comfortably bare beneath it, and kept thinking of Rex. Maybe she'd give him a little tease-job before long and see how he took it.

As she left her bedroom to join the others, she almost stumbled over Lilly on the floor outside her door.

"And just what are you doing here?" she demanded.

Lilly shrugged thin shoulders. "Don't get steamed up," she replied impertinently. "I wasn't listening to your dumb old telephone conversation if that's what you're worried about. I'm just sitting here while I whittle me a whistle out of this stick. See?"

She held up her handiwork.

"Well, you better not have been," Kelly retorted, going on into the living room.

As she went out on the front porch she thought to herself, Hey, wait a minute, how did the little brat know I was even on the phone at all if she wasn't eavesdropping? I had my door closed. Oh well, even if she was she probably couldn't make out anything I was saying -- if she could, she sure got an earful, that's for sure!

She mused that just maybe, her little tomboy sister was starting to finally get old enough to be interested in something besides softball and climbing trees. When Kelly had been her age, she remembered, she was already plenty interested in boys and doing all she could to find out what the score was. But then maybe she was more mature at that age. Her breasts had developed early, she remembered, and had certainly been bigger than the barely visible little titties on Lilly's chest. Perhaps her mind had been equally precocious, and that accounted for the difference in them.

Her parents were obviously gone, she noted. They were probably off in the bedroom. Kelly felt a touch of jealousy at the thought of them alone in there. They were probably locked in each other's arms and really going at it.

Curt always claimed that he liked burying his big cock in her "juicy little snatch", as he often called it, much better than doing it with her mother. That made Kelly feel awfully good when he said it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed fucking Karol a lot more than he let on. Oh well, it didn't make any difference, really, Kelly tried to tell herself. After all, her mother was an awfully good looking woman for her age -- still pretty young at that. Why shouldn't her father get a big thrill from it? Even if he lied about it so Kelly would still continue to open up her sweet young cunt for him whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Kelly sat in the porch swing, idly buffing her nails, as she thought about what was probably going on in their bedroom. Maybe she would just figure out a way to have a scene with Rex sooner than she had even planned. Or, for that matter, why limit it to him? Even though he was handsome, and had more or less been her boyfriend for several months, he was awfully slow when it came to sex. Maybe one of the other guys who liked her would be better. Like David, Jeannie's groovy boyfriend. She knew he liked her from the way she had seen him looking at her. Was Jeannie too good a friend to have that happen, though?

Kelly stretched her long legs languorously across the porch swing and thought of his hard, football-hardened muscles and his confident, aggressive manner. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her conscience a bit to make a little play for David in spite of Jeannie. Heck, Jeannie would probably do the same thing to her if she had the chance. And it wasn't like she wanted to permanently take him away from Jeannie or anything like that. Kelly grinned to herself. All she wanted from David was just to get him alone and then let nature take its course. If he grooved on her as much as his eyes seemed to imply, then things might get pretty hot. And if it happened that he didn't, no sweat. Kelly lay down the fingernail buffer and let her hand pass gently over the curve of her bulging shirt. She had a good idea David would definitely be pleased by what was under there... especially if she let him do more than just look.

Inside in the house, Lilly finished making her whistle and gave it a couple of experimental toots. Its sound went all through the house and emphasized how quiet things were.

"Jeez," she said under her breath, "where's everybody at, I wonder? Sure is quiet in here."

She went to the window and saw Kelly lounging in the porch swing, then headed for her parents' master bedroom. The door was locked. Little Lilly cocked her head before it in surprise. Sometimes at night they locked that door, but she couldn't remember them doing it in the daytime. She glanced behind her to make sure that Kelly was still safely occupied, then pressed her ear to the keyhole.

"No sugar," she heard her father saying, "I want it, too. I'm just afraid it's a little ballsy of us to do it here in the daytime with the girls home. At night it's different. They're in their own bedrooms and we don't have to worry about them hearing anything."

Lilly became extremely interested. What is it they don't want me to hear? she wondered. Heck, I'm gonna do better than that -- I'm gonna look and see what it is.

She dropped her knees to the floor, pulling her ear from the keyhole and putting her eye there in its place. There before her astonished gaze was her father and mother on the bed together. She had his pants off and was cramming her hand into his shorts!

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