A Family Of Friends

A FAMILY OF FRIENDS

A Family Of Friends


The whole sex thing with my two daughters was not something I plotted or planned. It just sort of, I guess you would say it evolved. Nagging bitch was in another psych ward. That is how I thought of my wife, not by her name or as my wife but “nagging bitch.” How else can you describe a person who, whenever she got tired of housework or whatever, checked herself into a psych ward for a month or so and left me to take care of the girls and run my TV repair shop?
Brandy was seven and Kate was six when the first sex episode happened. “Is Mom in the nut house again?” Brandy asked.
“Honey,” I tried to correct her, “Mommy is in a hospital. She has problems.” I always tried to put a decent spin on things and not involve the kids in our problems.
“Well Mary says she is in a nut house because she is nuts.” Mary was our next-door neighbor with a big mouth. On the other hand, Brandy was too outspoken also. I think her first words were “Fuck you” and I just was not around to hear it.
“Sweetheart, please let me watch TV, okay?” She climbed up on my lap and we watched John Wayne shoot the bad guys. I folded my arms around her like always and relaxed.
Whether it was by accident on my part or her squirming around but my right hand slipped a little low and my fingers rested on her little pussy. I was tired, half drunk and engrossed in the movie and did not notice where my fingers were. Suddenly I became aware of the way she squirmed every now and then. I pulled my hand away from her pussy. She took hold of my hand and pulled it back down. Twice I removed my hand and twice she put it back. Oh hell, I thought to myself, I am too tired to argue. I left my hand there and she placed her two little hands on top of mine. We sat that way through the rest of the movie.
She was asleep by the time the movie ended. I smiled as I thought how she had begun to notice her body. Anyway I put her to bed and went to mine. God, I felt like I had the weight of the world on my back. The next morning I got the kids up and started their breakfasts. Our baby sitter had not shown up by the time breakfast was over so I laid out their clothes, brushed their hair. I sent Brandy off to school and took Kate to work with me. She was on a four day school schedule. Kate was the quiet child. She had her television and her games to play with while I kept busy with my work.
When Kate and I got home. Brandy was waiting for us. I opened the front door and led the kids inside. The nagging bitch was sitting on the couch, phone nailed to her ear, gabbing to one of her friends. Man I wished the nagging bitch would die.
I showered and put on fresh clothes. That was her welcome home. The girls were terrified of her. Brandy refused to stay inside with her and Kate cried if I went outside and did not bring her along.
For the next two years the cycle kept repeated itself over and over. Brandy kept getting bolder and bolder with my hands when she sat on my lap. I finally told her, “Honey, you have to knock off that stuff. You and I both know it is inappropriate.” My daughter blushed and looked guilty. She nodded her head. I thought that would be the end of it. Kids are a lot more stubborn than adults give them credit for.
The nagging bitch heard me and interrupted, “Let her fool around if she wants. Then you wont bother me.” In the previous two years I had only sex with her three times. The nagging bitch would not let up. “You don’t have the guts to rape her so she’s safe around you.” I did not respond. That night nagging bitch took over Brandy’s room and sent her in to sleep with me.
I smiled and said, “Come on and crawl under the sheet, honey and we’ll get some sleep.” She grinned and hopped up on the bed. I turned out the lights and she snuggled up against me. I draped my arm over her and felt a tiny bud of a breast. Somehow between the age of seven and nine Brandy started to grow tiny tits. They had just barely begun to grow enough to be noticeable. I should have removed my hand and did not. I liked the feel. I squeezed it gently through her thin nightie and went to sleep.
The next morning I got up and went to the shop. Since nagging bitch was home I figured she could get the girls ready for school. When I came home that evening Brandy’s stuff was in the master bedroom and nagging bitch had put her own belongings in Brandy’s room. I prepared an evening meal for us and relaxed in front of the TV. Kate usually shared my lap with Brandy. One sat on each leg and leaned back and we watched whatever was on. Kate fell asleep as usual and I carried her to bed and went in to take a shower and get ready for bed.
Brandy followed me into the bathroom and got in the shower with me. After playing with her tiny breast the night before I had somehow acknowledged our relationship had changed. I realized something changed inside me. When I saw her naked in the shower with me all resistance crumbled. My cock got hard and Brandy laughed and grabbed hold. Damn that felt good. “Wait honey till we get to bed. She squeezed it and turned around for me to wash her back. I washed her back and her butt and let my hand reach around in front and gave her little pussy a feel.
“Daddy,” she told me, a very serious expression on her face, “We must keep whatever we do in here private and secret.” Say what? Those grown up words coming from her mouth shocked me. “At school they tell us we are supposed to tell our teacher if anyone ever feel us up or shows us his penis.” She took a deep breath and said, “We must tell no one, especially Mom. She is evil.”
My heart went out to my two darlings. They got cheated out of so much. “You are right, this must be our secret.” I became co-conspirator with my nine year old daughter.
“Well, Kate is going to know.” She told me in a confiding voice. “She wants to sleep with you too and we can’t play favorites. I’ll take care of things with her.”
I could not believe it, nine years old and she was making quick decisions better than most grown ups. “What do you intend to do?” I asked.
Brandy smiled, “She is going to beg you to let her come sleep with us. You wait until Mom opens her mouth and then you give in.” So young and so grown up, I thought to myself.
We dried off and went to bed naked. I waited for her to snuggle her bare ass up to me but she had other plans. My cock got instantly hard the second she grabbed it. She crawled up on my belly and eased her crotch down on it. Of course it would not go in without a struggle so I endured her attempts. I was aware I could force it in her and hurt her so I did not try.
She gave up and I told her, “You lay on your back and I’ll make you feel good. Spread your legs wide.”
She spread them and I slipped up between then and buried my face in her pussy. “Ooh!” she squealed. “Oh!” she exclaimed when I slipped my tongue in a little. Finally she whispered, “stop. No more, Daddy. ”I rolled over on my back and she crawled up on top of me. I reveled in the sensuous feelings I got. She eased herself down again and eased the tip of my cock into her slit. It was in just enough to bury the very tip end. She went to sleep that way. In the middle of the night I eased her off of me and went into the bathroom. A few strokes was all it took to make me cum. I pissed and cleaned off. I slept peacefully, but I knew something more had just changed in my life, changed radically.
The next morning Brandy kissed me and hugged her naked body hard against mine. “I love you Daddy,” she told me. Then in the next sentence she said, “Lick it.”
I slipped down in bed and began to lick her pussy. She let out little moans and whimpers and sighs as she spread her legs further apart so I could slip my tongue in deeper. It seemed my tongue went in further this second time. I licked the little spot where her clit would grow beyond its small present size. “Oh Daddy,” she whispered.
Reluctantly I kissed her pussy one last time and got up. She followed me into the bathroom and watched me take my morning piss. As soon as I flushed she hopped up on the toilet stool and started her piss while I shaved and made myself ready for the day. Brandy got dressed and went to wake Kate. Now that she had entered my bed she took over the duties of little mother. It was not the way a little girl would play at being “Mommy,” but rather Brandy assumed the duties abdicated when the nagging bitch went her own way.
I started breakfast and had it ready and on the table as Brandy and Kate entered the kitchen and sat at the table. I watched the news on the small TV in the kitchen and the girls chatted about little girl things. I smiled at them. Brandy got up and hurried around the table to kiss me goodbye before they went outside to wait for the school bus. The kiss was not the kiss like a young girl gives her father. It was the kiss of a lover. With a start I realized that is what we were fast becoming, lovers.
Then Kate came around and puckered up. I remained seated and bent over to kiss her. The little shit stuck her tongue in my mouth, licked my tongue. “Say what?” I exclaimed. She laughed and hurried out the door. I followed them outside and we waited for the school bus together. They waved goodbye as the bus pulled out and I got in my car and drove to work.
At the shop, all day long I thought about what Brandy and I did together. I felt little twinges of something, not conscience or fear of discovery but just a plucking at the edges of my thoughts.