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“If you need to calm down, or need to calm him down, then you need to be willing to explore this,” said Bob. “Think of it like this. If you want to have a flower garden, then you have to just accept that your hands are going to get dirty.”
Both girls were now kneeling beside the men, who were lying on their backs, a few feet apart.
“It’s not my hands I’m worried about,” said Julie, who was staring at her father’s rampant erection. “I know you said all we’d have to do is jerk you off, but guys always talk about getting blow jobs. I’ve had two guys tell me I should do that for them.”
“What guys?” asked Bobby. “Tell me, and they’ll never bother you again.”
“Easy there, Hero,” said Bob. “Just like they need to get used to the idea of putting their hands and maybe even their mouths on a penis, you need to get used to the idea that lots and lots of men are going to want to fuck them. They’re not going to get to fuck them, but they’ll want to.”
“I’ll never get used to that idea,” groused Bobby. “It’s not fair.”
“You want to do that to us, don’t you?” asked Julie. She was really glad things had slowed down. When her daddy put her hand on his big, stiff cock, her mouth had said “Noooo,” but her mind had been whining, “Okay, I’m ready.” It had scared her, because in that moment, if he’d pushed her, she’d have splayed open and let him have her cherry. She was beginning to understand how powerful all this sex business was. More importantly, she appreciated her father even more than she had in the past. She was fully aware that only one in a thousand dads would do this with his daughters, and not many more would even sanction it. But it had been perfect for her, so far. She’d felt safe, and loved. And she’d felt like Barbie was also safe and loved. And all the while, they’d gotten to do things that would have been crazy dangerous if they’d tried doing them on dates. At the same time, she was a lot more aware of what her father and brother might be thinking.
“Of course I do,” said Bobby, who was no longer shy about voicing such desires. “I just think nobody but Dad and I should get to do it.”
“So you guys are going to marry us, and we’ll all live happily ever after?” Julie’s voice was full of scorn.
“I can’t help what I want,” said Bobby.
“This is good,” said Bob. “You need to have these conversations. And you need to have them with other men, in the future. It’s easy to get turned on, easy for passion to run away with things. So talking is a good way to slow things down, too. But you know how to talk. Let’s get on with your next lesson.”
Barbie had been silent, just staring at Bobby’s long, slim penis. As far as she was concerned, there was too much talking. She wanted to get her hands on a penis. She wanted to see what happened when she learned how to tame that penis. And she wanted Bobby to suck her nipples some more and put his finger back in her.
Barbie loved all of this stuff she thought she’d never get to explore. And she especially loved that she got to explore it with the big brother she adored.
It was for that reason that Barbie got tired of waiting for Julie, and reached to grasp Bobby’s straining erection.
“Oooo, it’s warm,” she cooed. “It feels so weird.”
Julie glanced over and felt a surge of jealousy. Barbie kept pushing things! Barbie was dealing with all this better than she was, and that was just wrong! Julie felt like her authority as the big sister was being eroded, and as has happened for hundreds of thousands of years, the emotion of all this made Julie do something on impulse, rather than because she thought about it and wanted to do it.
She lowered her head and sucked the tip of her daddy’s prick.
Her brown hair hung down in a curtain that prevented the others from seeing things clearly, but it was clear what she was doing. Her mouth delivered a number of “reflections” to her brain. Of course it wasn’t her mouth that was reflecting, but it felt like that to her.
First, she noticed the warmth. Barbie had been right about that. But she already knew that. Her hand on his prick, earlier, had offered up the same information. Her lips and tongue, though, could feel the texture of the skin much better. As hard as it was, the skin all along its length was still soft and somehow stretchy. There was a universal feel to it, whether her lips were near the end, or farther down. It was almost an afterthought when she realized there was no real taste to it. She felt like it should have a taste, but it didn’t.
She went too far and gagged, which brought her hand to grip the shaft as a way of controlling how much of it went in her mouth. Her hand moved the supple skin and, suddenly, things felt different in her mouth. She pulled off and stared at the tip, which looked completely different than it had. Now the tip was shiny and the skin looked tight and firm, all over a purplish knob that had a little slit in the tip. Things became clear in her mind in a flash. She’d seen pictures of cocks online. When all this had started, today, and she’d gotten to look at her daddy’s and brother’s cocks, they’d looked “wrong” somehow. She hadn’t had time to think about that, until now. Her hand moved again and she saw what had been tight skin become loose and bunched, until it slipped over the plum-shaped tip and covered everything except that little slit.
“What’s it called?” she mused to herself.
“What’s what called?” asked her father.
Her other hand reached and she felt satisfaction as her hypothesis was proved correct. She was able to pinch that loose skin and stretch it away from the tip a little.
“That’s my foreskin,” he said.
She looked over at Bobby’s cock and saw her sister’s hand moving steadily up and down, baring and covering the tip of his penis, too.
“I’m not circumcised, and we didn’t have Bobby circumcised either, when he was a baby,” said Bob.
“The ones I’ve seen didn’t have that,” she said, absently.
“What ones have you seen?” rasped Bobby, who was already beginning to pant.
“You have Barbie,” said the elder sister. “You can be all jealous of her, but leave me alone.”
“What ones have you seen?” asked Bob, with a smile. It was obvious to him that both his girls had very little experience with penises. He was happy about that.
“Pictures,” she said. “All the ones I saw in pictures looked like this.” She skinned his foreskin back and held it tightly stretched.
“A lot of men are circumcised,” said Bob.
“I don’t get it,” said Julie.
Bob moved her hand off of him and he pulled his foreskin with the fingers on both hands, making it stretch an inch or more.
“Some parents have all this loose skin cut off when the boy is a baby,” he said. “That’s what circumcision is.”
Julie was horrified.
“Cut off? Why? That’s awful!“
“In the old days it was for religious reasons,” said Bob. “Nowadays some people think it makes the penis easier to keep clean.”
Julie put her hand back on the organ and “operated” it again.
“How hard could it be? I could get that clean with just my hand. You wouldn’t even need a washcloth.”
“And I hope you do that many times in the future,” quipped her father. “I was surprised, a little while ago, when you put your mouth on it.”
It was a gentle reminder that she had put her mouth on it, and might want to do that again.
Maybe it was because the situation had become somewhat academic, allowing her passion to cool. Maybe Julie was simply tired of wrestling with her emotions, including the jealousy she was ashamed to feel for her own little sister. Maybe Bob’s harebrained scheme to get his daughters to think about things, instead of just reacting to them, was actually working. For whatever reason, Julie Carpenter got tired of trying to force the world around her, and herself within that world, to conform to some arbitrary “norm.” She felt a clarity of thought that was a little shocking, and recognized some of her own actions as being counter-productive.
“I was jealous of Barb,” she said.
“What?” came three voices.
Julie glanced at Barbie, who was staring at her, but whose hand was still moving smoothly on Bobby’s penis. Bobby’s hand had been helping her, but now he just lay there with a dreamy smile on his face. Except he had lifted his head and was looking at her, too.
“I’m stupid,” sighed Julie.
“I don’t think you’re stupid at all,” said her father. “Your teachers agree with me. What’s going on?”
“It’s just that it’s so easy for her. She hasn’t had any problem with any of this. She obviously loves making out with Bobby. She does everything first, and I guess I got jealous of that.”
“So you’re having a problem with this?” asked Bob. “I told you. You can stop any time you want to, Honey.”
“My problem is that I like this more than I think I should,” she said. It was amazing how being open and honest made one feel as free as a bird, able to take to the sky and fly.
“That’s what I’m trying to teach you,” said Bob. “Maybe the lessons are over.”
Julie flopped down beside her father and draped one arm and leg over him. Her butt touched her sister’s knee and lower leg, but neither of them moved to separate.
“I don’t want the lessons to be over,” she said. “That’s what was bothering me. I felt like I should want them to be over, but all I wanted was more. I was fighting it and that was making me miserable. When Barbie just started playing with Bobby’s cock, I got jealous so I sucked yours, to show her up. I understand now that was stupid. I mean if I did things like that with some random guy on a date, out of jealousy or whatever, then it wouldn’t really mean anything.”
“Didn’t I just say you weren’t stupid?” bragged Bob, stroking her flank.
“You shouldn’t be jealous of me,” said Barbie. “I’m just having fun, that’s all. I’m not trying to beat you, or anything like that.”
“That’s why I was being stupid,” said Julie.
“Well, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve learned something really important. The lessons can be over whenever you’re ready for them to be over.”
“I’m still very stupid,” said Barbie. “I need tons of more lessons.”
Julie ignored her and got her face close to her father’s.
“I think I’d like to try that again. I think this time I would be able to think about you, and what I’m doing, instead of showing up my little sister.”
“My little friend is at your service,” said Bob, forgetting completely that the lessons should be over.
Instead of getting back on her knees, she simply scooted down until her own calves were off the foot of the bed. She lay half on him and gripped his erection with one hand. She skinned the knob bare and then spent the next five minutes exploring just that part with her tongue and lips and even her teeth. She felt him tense, and heard his breath coming more rapidly. Then, when she closed her lips around the thin part behind the knob and sucked while she dragged her lips off of him, he moaned.
Instinct told her this was particularly effective, so she did that over and over again, as if the head was a ball-shaped sucker. She didn’t know it, but her lips sliding repeatedly over the corona mimicked what his foreskin did when he masturbated. The added suction did something to him that had never happened before.
He ejaculated in a woman’s mouth.
He knew it was coming, but at the same time knew it had never happened before. Olivia had sucked him like this, and he’d loved it, but she had never brought him to completion with just her mouth. She’d masturbated him lots of times with her hand, and had become an expert at it. She’d also taken his semen in her mouth, and claimed to love that. It was common, in the early days of their marriage, for her to finish getting ready to go to a party, or out on a date with him, and ask him how she looked. The erections he got in those situations were “defused” by her hand and, when he came, her lips. She just pulled him out of his open zipper, quite efficiently jerked him off, and then swallowed his cum. He went out on more than one occasions with lipstick on his cock.
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