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“Hey.”

Phoebe opened her eyes and, laying her hand against her forehead to shade them from the glare of the sun, looked up at her sister. Sandra dropped into the the lounge chair next to her. She picked up the bottle of sun block between the two chairs and started to smear the white lotion on her arms. Phoebe relaxed back onto her chair and stretched languidly, enjoying the heat of the sun baking her skin to a golden tan.

“So,” Sandra said trying to sound casual as she leaned back in her chair, “how has Dad not killed you?”

Phoebe didn’t pretend not to know what her older sister was talking about. Even if their father hadn’t announced at the beginning of this family vacation that his youngest daughter was expecting, the gentle swell of her belly would have given her away. Her hand lightly caressed the round bump that her pink bikini did nothing to hide. She smiled a little Mona Lisa smile and wondered what her sister would say if she told her the truth. The truth being that her father wasn’t angry because he had assumed the baby was his. Instead she just shrugged.

Sandra lifted her sunglasses and looked over at her younger sister. “Who’s the father?” she asked. “Some little pencil dick from school?”

Phoebe laughed nervously. “No.”

Sandra gave her a slightly concerned look. “Not some enlisted guy from the base,” she said. “Do you know what Dad will do to him?”

“It’s not an enlisted guy,” Phoebe said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the chair to face her sister.

Sandra pushed her dark glasses back onto her nose. “Who is it then?”

“You can’t tell Daddy,” Phoebe said quietly, her eyes lowered.

Sandra turned her head toward her sister. Phoebe looked up waiting for her sister’s response before continuing. Sandra sighed loudly, unable to hide her exasperation.

“Ok,” she said, her tone mildly irritated. “I promise.”

“I was kind of seeing my English teacher,” Phoebe admitted, watching her sister from under her lashes, trying to gauge her response.

Sandra’s eyes were unreadable behind her sun glasses. “I guess I can see why you haven’t told Dad. I don’t think he’s going to take it very well.”

Phoebe took a deep breath. “That’s not why I haven’t told him.”

Sandra sat up and took the glasses off. “Why haven’t you told him who the baby’s father is?” she asked suspiciously.

“Because I’m not sure that Jamie is the one,” Phoebe said meeting her sister’s eyes. “I was sleeping with someone else, too, when I got pregnant.”

“Jesus, Phoebs,” Sandra hissed. “You’re lucky Dad hasn’t made you tell him. If it had been Cassie or me he’d have beaten us like a red headed step child until we gave the guy up.”

Phoebe stood up and gathered her things. She looked down at her sister as Sandra stretched out on the lounge chair again.

“You’re not going to tell Daddy, right?” Phoebe asked.

“I’m not going to tell,” Sandra said closing her eyes against the sun.

Phoebe turned and headed into the hotel.


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Justin let himself into the hotel room he was sharing with his dad and step mom. He dropped the towel that he’d wrapped around his shoulders when he had followed Phoebe from the pool and let himself into his sister’s adjoining room through the connecting door. He locked it behind him, then stood by the queen sized bed listening to the shower, unsure of what to do next.

Eleven years old, he knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure how to go about getting it. The few times before that he’d had such pleasurable encounters with her, Phoebe had been the one to initiate sex. He heard her shut off the shower and he turned toward the bathroom door as she emerged wrapped in the white hotel towel, her brush in her hand.

Phoebe paused for a moment when she saw Justin standing in the middle of her room still wearing his wet swim trunks. She flashed him a smile and continued toward her bed. She sat down and started brushing her long, dark hair.

Justin moved to stand beside her and she put the brush down. She looked up into his soft, brown eyes. He reached out to stroke her sleek, wet hair and then caressed her cheek.

“What do you want, Justin?” Phoebe asked reaching out to run her fingertip along the elastic waistband of his damp swimsuit.

His cock twitched and began to swell. His hand fell to the edges of the towel tucked in on itself above the curve of her breasts. Sliding his fingers under the thick terry cloth he gave a little tug, his breathing quickening when it fell away from his sister’s ripening body.

Phoebe pushed his trunks down over his hips freeing his rigid penis. She leaned forward, smiling at his sharply indrawn breath as she licked the head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth. He grunted as she began to move her head up and down, her hand massaging his balls as she pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft.

Of their own volition his hips began thrusting driving his stiff prick deep into her mouth. The sensation of her sucking as she moved down on his shaft and her tongue swirling around the head of his cock when she slid up had him trembling with the effort not to blow his load into throat. As good as it felt to have his sister sucking his dick, he wanted something more.

“Phoebe,” he groaned pulling out of her mouth, “I want to be inside you.”

She gazed at him for a moment before sliding his swim trunks down his thighs. They fell to his ankles and he kicked them off. Phoebe scooted back on the bed before lying down. Justin climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. Bending down he kissed her swelling tummy and slipped one hand between her legs.

Phoebe moaned softly as his fingers slid through the folds of her wet slit and he began to stroke her clit. She spread her legs wider and he pushed a finger into her quivering pussy, moving it slowly in and out. She rocked her hips against his thrusting hand, whimpering quietly.

Though he’d never done it before, Justin felt a sudden desire to taste the juices flowing from his sister’s beautiful pussy. He’d listened avidly once as one of the older boys that rode on his bus had described watching oral sex on one of his dad’s porno DVDs. It had excited him then and the thought of parting Phoebe’s sweet pink petal like lips with his tongue made his hard cock twitch and jerk now.

Withdrawing his finger, he leaned down and tentatively stabbed at her swollen lips with the tip of his tongue. Phoebe moaned and lifted her hips. Justin moved to kneel between his sister’s silky thighs and spread the outer lips of her pussy with his hands. He pressed his mouth against the tight opening between her legs and thrust his tongue as far into her wet cunt as he could. She began to tremble as he lapped at her, his tongue caressing the walls of her vagina.

He pulled his tongue out and up through the folds of her cunt Savoring the sweet taste of her slick skin. She moaned loudly and he felt her body jump when the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. Experimentally he ran his tongue over and around the stiff little nub again. Phoebe’s hands cupped the back of her little brother’s head.

“Oh fuck, Justin,” she groaned. “Suck it, baby brother.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and nursed it enthusiastically while sliding his finger back into her drenched pussy. Phoebe rocked against his mouth and thrusting finger, whimpering and cooing to him as the tension began to build low in her abdomen. Her body tensed and she cried out in pleasure as her orgasm rolled over her. Justin lapped at the sweet juices leaking from her convulsing cunt until his sister started to tug at him, urging him up.

“Now, baby,” she said huskily. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Justin kneeled between her thighs and leaned over her to press his lips to hers. Phoebe ran her hand over his back as she sucked the taste of her cum from his probing tongue. He supported his weight on his arms as she slipped a hand between their bodies to guide the head of his throbbing cock to the tight opening between her legs.

Justin groaned loudly as he pushed into the warmth of her dripping pussy. He began to thrust into her velvety depth breathing rapidly as the the walls of her vagina clenched on him, rippling around his rigid member. Phoebe moved with him feeling her orgasm beginning to peak again as she gyrated beneath him, grinding her engorged clit against his pelvis.

He increased his tempo, slamming into her. His breathing grew ragged and he felt his penis swell as his balls drew up. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and thrust into his sister’s ripe body as fast and hard as he could, his balls slapping wetly against her ass.

“Sissy,” he moaned as his cum roared through his pulsing cock to flood her pregnant womb.

He continued to thrust jerkily into her as his testicles emptied. Phoebe trailed kisses along his clenched jaw and murmured in his ear as he slowed and finally pushed as deeply into her sopping cunt as he could, becoming still as his prick deflated inside her. His flaccid cock slipped out of her satiated cunt and Justin rolled onto his side to press against her body, one arm lying across her swollen belly.

Phoebe gently rubbed her tight stomach in a slow circular motion. She smiled softly and closed her eyes. Justin laid his head against her shoulder and sighed contentedly. Phoebe turned her head toward him and kissed his forehead.

She felt a slight flutter beneath her hand and laughed in surprise. Justin lifted his head and looked t her quizzically. Phoebe pressed her hand against her tummy and felt the flutter again.

“I think it moved,” she said smiling at her brother.

A look of concern filled his eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“God, no,” Phoebe assured him. “Maybe the baby just liked being rocked.”

Justin smiled and laid his head against his sister’s stomach. “Anytime, baby,” he whispered before pressing another kiss against the growing mound.


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“I don’t know who the other guy is,” Cassie said, oblivious to the fact that her father had dropped behind her on the trail. “She told Sandy she hasn’t been seeing anyone one from on base, but he has to be if she’d admit to sleeping with one of her teachers and still refuse to give up the other guy.”

Jake was struggling to control the impulse to strangle his oldest daughter right there on the trail that was leading them closer to the Organ Mountains. He tried to concentrate on the jagged, granite peaks along the range. Anything to shut out Cassie’s whining, tattletale voice.

“Daddy,” she said, stopping to turn and face him, “don’t you think you should make her tell you who the other guy is? I mean someone has to take responsibility.”

“Just shut up, Cass,” he snapped as he pushed past her on the trail. “Stay out of your sister’s business.”

Cassie looked stunned by his angry outburst and she knew better than to keep talking. With an exaggerated look of hurt she followed her dad on the dusty pathway. She was no longer interested in anything other than getting back to the hotel.

“What’s with dad?” Sandy asked watching her father’s rigid back as he began to out distance the rest of the family.

“I was just telling him what Phoebe told you about the baby’s father,” Cassie's said. “Someone other than Dad should be taking responsibility for Phoebe and this baby.”

“I promised her that I wasn’t going to tell him,” Sandy said angrily.

Cassie rolled her eyes. “You didn’t tell him,” she said defensively. “I did. Why should the little brat stick dad with taking care of her and her mistake?”

“You’re a real bitch sometimes,” Sandy said before falling back to walk with Justin and her younger sons.

She needed to get back to the hotel and find Phoebe before their dad did. She wasn’t sure what was going on with the two of them, but judging from her father’s reaction there was something. Sandy was certain that it was going to be bad if their dad got to her youngest sister first.

“Cass,” she called waiting for her sister to stop and turn around before she continued, “I’m going to take the boys back to the hotel.”

Justin started to protest, but the look on Sandy’s face stopped him. He gathered his young nephews and started back down the trail toward where they’d parked the cars. The pool would be more fun on a day this warm anyway.

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Sandy knocked on her sister’s door. There was no answer, but Lorraine had told her Phoebe was in her room. She knocked again more insistently.

“Phoebe,” she called leaning against the door.

Phoebe opened the door wearing a tee shirt and panties and Sandy pushed her way past her sleepy eyed sister. “I’m sorry,” she began without preamble. “I told Cass what we talked about and she told Dad.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything the door connecting her room and her father’s opened. She and Sandy both jumped and turned toward the door. Their dad closed it quietly behind him.

“Daddy,” Sandy said starting toward him.

“Get out, Sandra,” he said, his voice tight with anger.

“You can’t beat her,” Sandy said stepping between her father and her sister. “She’s pregnant.”

“I’m not going to beat her,” Jake said furiously. “Jesus, Sandy, I just want to talk to her.”

Sandy nodded and, with an apologetic look toward her sister, quickly left. Phoebe watched her father warily as he started toward her. She took a step back putting a hand out to ward him off.

Jake shook his head as he reached out to smooth her sleep tousled hair. “Were you going to tell me?” he asked huskily.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said pressing her hands against his chest as his arms closed around her.

“Murphy, right?” he asked leaning his forehead against hers. “I want to make sure I’m getting the right guy fired.”

“Daddy, please don’t,” she pleaded. “It wasn’t just Jamie’s fault.”

“Was it to get back at me for marrying Lorraine?” Jake asked.

Phoebe shook her head. “I thought I loved him.”

Jake closed his eyes tightly. “I thought you loved me,” he whispered against her ear.

“I do love you,” she said sliding her hands up over his shoulders to wind her arms around his neck, “but I can’t be with you, Daddy.”

Jake sighed. “I know, baby,” he said holding her tightly.

He slid his hands under her shirt and pushed it up. She lifted her arms and he pulled it off over her head. Jake pressed her breasts together and lowered his head to capture one puffy, pink nipple between his teeth to lightly pull. Phoebe moaned as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh before sucking it into his mouth.

“Daddy,” she moaned, her hands cupping the back of his head.

Jake’s mouth moved to the peak of her other breast and his tongue teased that nipple till it was as hard as its mate. Phoebe’s hands glided down to the waistband of his jeans, her nimble fingers udoing the button and working the zipper. Jake pulled his sweat dampened tee shirt off before pushing his jeans and boxers down to the floor and stepping out of them.

He gently urged her down onto the bed. Stretching out beside her, he ran his hand over her round belly. She moaned softly when his hand slipped between her legs to rub her pussy through the damp crotch of her pink, cotton panties.

“Are you still seeing him?” He asked looking down at her, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties.

She shook her head. “When I told him that I didn’t know if he was the father he didn’t want me any more.”

Jake leaned down and kissed her hungrily, his fingers sliding through the wet folds btween her thighs. He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes pushing his fingers into her tight vagina. The walls of her cunt clinging to his thrusting fingers made a wet, sucking sound.

“You know who really loves you now,” he said rising to his knees.

She nodded as she lifted her hips to allow him to remove her panties. He rolled her onto her stomach and she pulled her knee up under her body. Jake eased his rigid cock into her, moaning as he buried himself balls deep in the tight, velvety depths of her nubile, young body.

His hands glided from her hips to her rounded belly as he fell into a slow, steady rhythm thrusting deeply into her dripping cunt. Phoebe looked back at him. His eyes were closed, his head hung down as he lost himself in the sensation of his daughter’s welcoming warmth.

His tempo increased as Phoebe pushed back to meet his thrusts. She reached between her thighs to rub her engorged clit with a light, circular motion. Jake’s hands moved to massage the full, heavy globes of her breasts as he began to slam his turgid cock into her, his balls slapping wetly against the swollen lips of her pussy.

Phoebe’s breaths came in whimpering moans as her orgasm began to build. She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and rocked back to meet her father’s pistoning strokes.

“Daddy,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

“Come on, baby,” he growled. “Cum for daddy.”

She bucked back against him, her vagina convulsing on his swelling cock as her orgasm overtook her. Jake slammed into her quivering pussy harder and faster as his balls drew up against his body. Phoebe pushed back taking him deep inside her body and shook as the rippling walls of her tight cunt worked to milk the semen from his sperm heavy testicles.

“Jesus, baby,” he groaned through clenched teeth as his cock pulsed and sprayed his daughter’s pregnant womb with his cum.

He pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her cunt with a wet slurping sound and fell to his side. Pulling her into his arms with her back against his stomach he spooned with her, his hand caressing her round belly.

Phoebe felt the little flutter against her father’s hand. His hand paused and he chuckled agaisnt her hair. She knew he’d felt it, too. He turned her to face him and pulled her more firmly against his body.

“It’s mine,” he said stroking her hair back from her face. “This baby is mine.”

Phoebe snuggled against him and hoped for her own sake that he was right.
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2013-09-22 23:44:01
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2013-05-24 07:39:55
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2013-04-21 00:19:52
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