John’s Dream Girl (chapters 6 through 10)

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work.

Author’s Note:

This novel deals with extremely taboo situations and events in a very graphic, no-holds-barred manner. It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from “incest” to “rape,” and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual “cup of tea,” then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned.

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JOHN’S DREAM GIRL

An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships

by rat_race

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CHAPTER 6



1996: The Goldilocks

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Goldilocks had lived in the same house with Baby Bear while they were both growing up. Mama Bear had mothered Goldilocks, but Papa Bear hadn’t fathered her.

Eight years later–after Goldilocks was a married woman, and Baby Bear wasn’t a baby any more–they both got together to compare notes. And they found out that they had a lot more in common than they ever could have imagined.

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Goldilocks’ real name was Janette, but she preferred to be called “Jan.” Her maiden name was Chadwick, just like Lisa’s, but it had been many years since she had gone by that surname. Jan was Lisa’s only sibling, and she was two years older than Lisa.

When they were both younger, they used to fight a lot. But now that they were adults, their relationship was very different. They were close friends, as well as being half-sisters. They shared the same mother, but had different biological fathers–neither of which was Edward Chadwick.

One Saturday night, Jan placed a phone call to Lisa that would end up permanently changing their relationship. “Hi, Sis. Could I come over and stay at your place tonight?”



“What’s wrong, Jan? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that Bill’s out-of-town right now, and Alex is spending the night at his friend’s house. Trish is sleeping over at her friend’s house, too. And I really don’t want to stay by myself in this house tonight. I’ll fill you in on all the details, when I get there.”

“Well, it’s fine with me if you wanna spend the night. But we’ll have to sleep in the same bed together. The only sofa I have is a loveseat. Remember? So you definitely won’t be sleeping on that. And I’m not gonna let my own sister sleep on the floor.”

“That’s okay, Lisa, I don’t mind sharing a bed with you.”

“Are you sure, Jan? It’s only a twin-size bed.”

“I really don’t want to be alone tonight,” Jan pleaded.

“Okay. But then I have to warn ya, Sis, I sleep ‘au naturel,'” Lisa said, using a thick French accent on the last two words. “Well, that’s not entirely true. Sometimes I wear a pair of panties to bed. But I don’t even own a pair of pajamas. So you’ll have to bring your own, if you want ’em.”



“You’re not the only person in this world who likes to sleep in the nude, you know. I’m a big girl now. I can take it. Besides, you’re not exactly my type.”

“Yeah, right,” Lisa said sarcastically, automatically rolling her eyes upward. “Like I’m gonna try to ‘get it on’ with my own sister.” Then after saying a quick goodbye to Jan, Lisa hung up the phone.

And Lisa had just stated her true feelings to Jan. Even though Lisa had decided that she wanted to try to have sex with a woman, the last woman in this world that she would ever picture herself having sex with would be her own half-sister.

So when Jan showed up at Lisa’s apartment that night, and the two of them eventually got naked and climbed into Lisa’s small bed–side-by-side under the covers–Lisa had no idea that their relationship would drastically change, before the sun came up the next morning.

Jan was very shaken up, lonely and horny. And that’s a dangerous combination for any woman.

Jan was lonely and horny because her husband, Bill Bamberg, had been out-of-town for the last three weeks. He was a long-haul trucker by trade. It was a miracle that Jan still managed to stay married to a husband that she hardly ever saw. But she had. And she was still deeply in love with him, to boot. But that didn’t stop Jan from feeling really horny whenever Bill was away for more than a week.

Lisa was just about as lonely and horny as Jan was that night. But then, single people are pretty much used to feeling that way most of the time.

Once both women were naked in bed together in the dark, Lisa rolled over onto her side, with her back towards Jan. And while trying to imitate Lisa’s voice as best as she could, Jan said, “Not tonight, honey. I’ve got a headache.”

Jan made little snorting-sounds through her nose, and then burst out laughing. Jan was blessed with a wonderfully witty sense of humor, especially during awkward situations. She had an infectious laugh, too. And Lisa couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, right along with her older sister.

“Look. We’re both sisters, right?” Jan said, still talking to Lisa’s back. “We’ve seen each other naked hundreds of times while we were growing up. And we’ve even slept in the same bed together before. Now quit being so damn embarrassed. Come on over here, and give me a big hug.”

“But I thought you said I wasn’t your type,” Lisa remarked as she rolled back over onto her other side, facing Jan, and slid under the covers towards Jan’s side of the bed. Lisa snuggled right up against Jan’s naked body, and whispered in her ear, “Do you still think I’m embarrassed, Jan?”

“No. I didn’t think you were embarrassed, to begin with. But what I said got you over here next to me, didn’t it?”

Lisa didn’t say a word. She just reached back over to her side of the bed, grabbed her pillow, and quickly pulled it up over herself–in a smooth arc–to slam it down on top of Jan’s face.

Jan naturally grabbed her pillow from underneath her head, and “the war” began. Two naked women in a dark bedroom having a pillow fight.

Jan finally begged, “Okay, okay, enough already! I’m sorry I tricked you like that.”

“Apology accepted. But don’t do it again!,” Lisa warned Jan. “I just assumed that you wanted to go to sleep. That’s all. I didn’t realize you had ‘other things’ in mind.”

“I don’t,” said Jan. “Not unless you do. I just need someone to hold me right now, Lisa. You aren’t going to believe what I went through earlier tonight.”

The two sisters both laid their “bulky feathered weapons” back down, and got under the covers together again. They embraced and lay there in each other’s arms, as Jan told Lisa all about her earlier bad experience with her next-door neighbors.

Jan’s next-door neighbors had gotten into a knock-down, drag-out fight that evening. Jan had heard the guy’s wife screaming, as he was repeatedly stabbing her with a large carving knife from their own kitchen. Jan called 911. And she eventually saw the ambulance crew take the poor woman to the hospital. It didn’t look like she was going to make it. The husband had taken off in the family car, after the stabbing, and the police still hadn’t caught him yet. Jan was understandably shaken up by the whole thing.

While Jan was getting the earlier events of the evening off her chest, she also tenderly ran her fingers through Lisa’s hair, just like she used to do, when Lisa was a little girl. And Lisa started to melt under Jan’s motherly caress.

“You know, Sis,” Lisa said, “I’ve always envied your long, golden-red hair. It’s so pretty.”

“That’s funny. I’ve always wanted to have brown hair, like yours. On my head, of course. Not under my arms.”

And they both giggled together, just like two little girls.

“Lisa?” Jan said in a very serious tone, while Lisa was still giggling a little bit. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I was just too afraid to tell you, back when we were younger. But now that we’re both lying here naked, it’s as good a time as any for me to share this secret with you.”

“It’s okay, Jan. I know you really do love me, even though you were such a shit to me sometimes when we were growing up.”

“Lisa, that’s not it,” Jan said, struggling to keep her composure. “I mean, of course I love you. You’re my only sister. But that’s not what I need to tell you about.”

Then Jan quickly whispered something, and Lisa only caught the beginning of it.

“Daddy what?” Lisa asked.

“Dad…raped…me,” Jan replied, pronouncing each word very slowly. Then, while Lisa was still in shock, Jan added, “He did it back when I was 20. It happened on Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh God, Jan! I’m so sorry,” Lisa said, as she gently pulled Jan’s head down to her chest and cradled her older sister in her arms.

“But that’s not the worst part,” Jan continued. “I didn’t do anything but cooperate with him. In fact, after that first time, I let Dad have sex with me whenever he wanted to. And he came back for seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and fifths, and–“

“Yeah, good ol’ Daddy,” Lisa quipped, “You could always count him to come back for a fifth.”

Jan was emotionally overwhelmed, and totally oblivious to Lisa’s witty remark. Both sisters just lay there quietly for a few minutes.

“I wasn’t ever going to tell you this,” Lisa said. “But now, you might as well know. Daddy had sex with me too. A bunch of times. Back when I was 18. And I cooperated with him every time. Just like you did.

“My very first time with Daddy happened during the middle of the night on February 14th, 1988. I’ll never forget that date. And neither will you. It was Valentine’s Day, Jan. And it was the very same night that Daddy first ‘did it’ with you too.”



“Shit!” Jan said, “You mean Dad fucked both of us for the very first time on the exact same night?”

“Yep. How’s that for ironic? Did he ‘do it’ with you in your bedroom real late at night, that night?” asked Lisa.

“Yeah, it must have happened around 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning. But I really wasn’t paying any attention to what time it was, if you know what I mean?”

“Daddy did the same thing to me, Jan. And I wasn’t sure exactly what time it was either. I wonder which one of us he fucked first.”

“I’m sure it was you. You were always his favorite,” Jan stated in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “But then, you already knew that.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Sis. But even if I was Daddy’s favorite, like you’re saying, a lot of good that did me,” Lisa replied. “I still got fucked. Just like you did.”

Both girls laughed at Lisa’s sarcastic remark.

Jan finally pulled her head up off Lisa’s chest, and moved back up, so that she was looking right at Lisa’s face. Her eyes had become accustomed to the dark by now, and Jan could see Lisa’s face fairly well, despite the darkness of the room.

Jan asked Lisa point-blank, “Did it feel good to you? I mean, whenever Dad was ‘doing it’ with you?”

“Like, yeah!” Lisa sang out over-dramatically in her best valley girl voice. “He always made me cum real good. You know?”

“Yeah, I know. I enjoyed the heck out of it too,” Jan quietly admitted. “And I always felt like such a slut for enjoying it. I mean, yes, Dad did rape me that very first time. But after that first time, as far as I was concerned, it really wasn’t ‘rape’ any more, because I was always wanting it just as badly as he was.”

“I know exactly what you mean, Jan. I felt just like you did. But in my case, Daddy didn’t actually rape me that very first night. And that’s because I was the one who accidentally seduced him into fucking me.”

“Oh, my God!” Jan reacted.

“Yeah. It’s a long story. And I promise I’ll tell you about it some other time,” Lisa said. “But I just want you to know that, after that first night with Daddy, I was always looking forward to feeling his big, sexy dick inside me again.”

“Yeah, me too. No matter what other shortcomings Dad may have had, his dick certainly wasn’t one of them. You gotta admit, that mother-fucker was well-hung!” Jan blurted out.

“You’re tellin’ me? Hell, he couldn’t get his whole dick up into my little 18-year-old pussy.”

“Man, that dick of his must’ve been at least 8 inches long. Or maybe even 9. Heck, it barely fit inside me. And I was two years older than you. After that first time with Dad, I understood why Mom married him,” Jan said, still attempting to be humorous.

Both sisters laughed and giggled away throughout this whole interchange, while Jan was doing her best to joke about the size of their stepfather’s large penis. But the truth was that neither of them thought that Jan’s jokes were really that funny. Their laughter was mostly a result of their understandable discomfort and embarrassment in dealing with such a personal and private subject.

Then Lisa asked, “Did Daddy do anything else with you? I mean, besides fucking?”

“You go first,” said Jan.

“What’s the matter, Jan? Too embarrassed to tell me about it?”

“No. I just want to hear what he did with you first. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Lisa finally gave in. “He used to come into my bedroom while I was fast asleep. He’d get naked and climb into bed with me. Then he’d always wake me up by playing with my pussy.

“Once I had woken up, he would let me play with his dick and balls, if I wanted to. He never forced me to do that. It was always my choice. But most of the time, I went ahead and fondled him. And then we’d fuck.

“But sometimes I’d just lie there with my eyes still closed, even though I was awake. And I’d fantasize like crazy, while I let Daddy play with my pussy until I got really wet. And then he’d mount me and start humping away.”

“Was that all he ever did with you?” asked Jan.

“Yeah. But one time, I asked him if he would show me what his sperm looked like. And so he let me jack him off. That was really a trip. At the time, I had no idea that guys squirted so much of that white stuff out of their dicks during sex. In fact, until I finally got to see Daddy’s sperm that night, I didn’t have a clue about what sperm actually looked like.”

“Boy, you were naive, weren’t you?”

“Hey, give me a break. How much did you know about sex when you were 18?”

“Well, at least I knew what sperm looked like. Remember my boyfriend, Phil?” Jan asked. And Lisa nodded back, before Jan continued, “Well, he was my very first real boyfriend in high school, and he was a couple years older than me. And back when I was 18, he actually showed me some of his dad’s porn movies to help teach me more about ‘sex.’ Boy, he could have gotten into a lot of trouble for that one.”

“Was Phil your first? I mean, did you ‘do it’ with him?” asked Lisa.

“Well, I dated Phil for about a year and a half. And during that time, we got really close. And so we did our share of making out, mostly in the back seats of different cars. And Phil and I took things pretty far. I mean, we eventually got to the point where we would masturbate each other during our lovemaking. But we never did ‘go all the way.’ Then Phil left to go to college out-of-state, and I never heard from him again. And so the answer to your question is: No. Phil did not take my virginity. Dad did.”

“Wow! That’s pretty heavy,” Lisa remarked.

“Yeah. Well, at any rate, one of the most important things that Phil taught me was that sperm could be very dangerous for a girl.”

“But of course, that still didn’t stop you from getting fucked by Daddy,” Lisa observed.

“No. It didn’t. It only made that very first night with Dad really scary.”

“So what exactly happened that first night, Jan? I want you to tell me the whole story. And try not to leave out anything important. Okay?”

“Okay. But just remember, you asked for it. So don’t get upset with me, if you don’t like what you hear,” Jan warned.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ve got a very open mind, when it comes to sex. So let’s hear it,” Lisa said.

Jan paused for a moment to initially gather her thoughts, and then she began telling her story to Lisa. And Jan told her story in a very slow and methodical manner, pausing from time-to-time to carefully choose her wording, before she actually spoke the words themselves. But that was mainly because the vast majority of her story would end up being a flat-out lie, that Jan was making up as she went along.

After hearing all about the sexual relationship that her younger sister had had with her stepfather, Jan got extremely jealous, and quickly decided to play a game of one-upsmanship with Lisa. Besides, the last thing that Jan wanted, was for Lisa to find out about what really took place between Jan and Ed that night.

“I woke up with Dad on top of me, humping away,” Jan said, as she began telling her story. “But he was ‘shallow-fucking’ me. You know what I mean by that, right? He was only letting the head of his dick penetrate me.”

That was Jan’s first lie. Her stepfather had never “shallow-fucked” her. Not ever. From that very first night on, Ed had always “deep-fucked” Jan, whenever he had intercourse with her.

“When I woke up enough to realize what was happening,” said Jan, “I tried to struggle underneath him. But when I did, he shoved his dick-head a little deeper inside me, and started to ejaculate. And I knew that it was too late for me to do anything about it. I began crying like a baby.”

That was Jan’s second lie. She didn’t struggle underneath her stepfather while he was fucking her, because she was the one who had gotten so drunk that Valentine’s Day night, that she had ended up seducing Ed into coming into her bedroom, and having sex with her.

And Jan had gladly lost her virginity to Ed that night. She had been drowning her sorrows in alcohol earlier that same evening, because she was very angry with her boyfriend, Phil, for his having abruptly left her to move out of town, just one week before she was planning on giving her virginity to him on that very same Valentine’s Day night.

But what really pissed Jan off the most, was finding out from Ed himself–while he was busy humping away at her previously-virgin vagina–that he had already taken her kid sister’s virginity earlier that very same night. And then, as if that weren’t bad enough, Ed had had the audacity to whisper in Jan’s ear, describing for her in detail how much he had enjoyed fucking Lisa, and letting Jan know how wonderful Lisa’s “tight, young pussy” had felt to his dick.

“And I realized that I really had no choice but to accept my fate,” Jan continued telling her mostly-fake story to Lisa. “So I relaxed my vagina as much as I could, and let Dad shoot his wad inside me. Then he just laid there on top of me for a while. I felt his dick soften up a little bit, and I thought that he was almost finished with me.

“But then Dad reached down and grabbed his dick, and he began rubbing it up against my pussy. And pretty soon, he had another boner.”

That was Jan’s third bold-faced lie. Ed was so sexually excited that very first night with Jan, that he managed to fuck her for an extended period of time, eventually pumping two ejaculations’ worth of sperm out into the rear pocket of her vagina, without him ever completely losing his initial erection.

Jan continued on, “Then he stuck his dick deep inside me, and started humping away again. And his dick just slid right in, because my vagina was sopping-wet with his sperm. And that turned out to be a good thing. I swear, that man kept on humping away at me for what seemed like 20 minutes or more, until he finally got his rocks off again.

“And right before he started cumming, I had a strong orgasm. I just couldn’t help myself. Dad was French-kissing me and feeling out my breasts the whole time that he was fucking the crap out of me. And I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I felt more of his sperm squirting out inside me. And by this point, I had already had several mild orgasms. So, in other words, I had already gotten so turned-on, that the idea of me having more of Dad’s sperm in my pussy excited me like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that I’d believe it–” Lisa tried to interject, but was cut off by Jan.

“And that’s when I felt like such a slut. I didn’t even care whether Dad got me pregnant or not. I just wanted more sperm in my pussy.

“And while he was humping away, I whispered in Dad’s ear, and told him that I wanted some more of his sperm inside me. And I also told him that he was about to make me cum, which was the truth.

“He asked me if I could do it quietly, so that I wouldn’t wake up Mom. And I promised him that I could, which was also the truth. But I had to struggle to get those words out of my mouth, because that’s when I started cumming hard.

“Even though I tend to be very vocal during my stronger orgasms, I had had lots of practice focusing my orgasms inward and cumming very quietly, thanks to all the times that Phil and I were making out in the back seats of those cars. Sometimes we ended up making love in some very public places, like the library parking lot, or the driveway at Phil’s house. And the last thing either of us wanted was to get caught in the act.”

As Jan kept talking, it only got easier and easier for her to lie to Lisa. But here’s what really happened between Ed and Jan during that very first night in bed together:

While Ed was humping away at Jan’s pussy in a missionary style position, and telling her, right in her ear, about how much he had enjoyed fucking Lisa, and about how great Lisa’s tight pussy had felt to this dick, Jan got really pissed-off. And she started struggling underneath Ed, hysterically ordering him to pull out, and to get off the top of her, and to “get the hell out” of her bedroom.

Ed’s druken response to that, was to slap Jan hard across the cheek with his open palm.

“Shut up, you little bitch!” Ed had demanded in a very exaggerated, forced whisper, as he just kept thrusting away at Jan’s baby-making hole. “You’re gonna wake everyone up, for Christ’s sake! I didn’t raise you to be a fucking cock-tease. So why don’t you just lay there and take it, like a good little whore.”

And after telling her that, Ed began slamming his pubic bone up against Jan’s on each inward thrust, as he was repeatedly burying his large penis inside her–all the way up to the hilt–and obviously trying his best to make the intercourse as painful as possible for Jan.

“I will, Dad,” Jan had managed to reply, as she was actively rocking her pelvis to meet every one of Ed’s strong, energetic inward thrusts. “I’ll be a good little whore. Just for you.”

Jan tried to keep a smile on her face, but she still couldn’t help but wince from the pain, each time that Ed’s super-long penis was shoved all the way up inside her, stretching her vagina to its limit.

And that’s when something totally-unexpected happened. Something that caught both Jan and Ed totally by surprise. Jan began to orgasm her ass off, which was something–unbeknownst to Ed–that Jan had never managed to accomplish throughout her entire life so far.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying, either. Jan had been masturbating for years, with only the mildest of orgasms to show for all of her on-going efforts.

And over all those years, Jan had ended up getting very frustrated and disappointed about her “lack of orgasmic capability.” Jan had always felt like there was something sexually “wrong” with her. Something that was keeping her from being able to orgasm strongly during sex, like normal women do.

And things had ended up getting even worse for Jan, whenever her boyfriend, Phil, was trying to masturbate her, while they were making out. Jan couldn’t even manage to orgasm enough to keep her pussy crack moist. And so she was always forced to fake her orgasms, whenever Phil was diddling away at her pussy. And she always used to do this by intentionally urinating in small spurts on Phil’s hand, while she was letting out plenty of vocal “oohs” and “ahhs,” and pretending to be in the throws of passion, so that she wouldn’t risk hurting Phil’s feelings, by letting him find out that he really wasn’t making her cum–at least, not enough to make any real difference for her.

So with Jan’s “orgasmically-challenged” background history, her automatic “killer orgasmic response” to Ed’s physical and verbal abuse during their very first sexual encounter together was a totally-unexpected one, to say the least.

And that’s when Jan had started crying like a baby, because she almost-instantly realized that Ed had managed to accidentally give her the “key” that would allow her to unlock her full orgasmic potential for the rest of her life. Needless to say, Jan was totally overwhelmed–and extremely pleased–by this “unexpected outcome.”

And so was Ed, for that matter. With Jan’s orgasmically-pulsating vagina wrapped around his penis, and her body uncontrollably writhing around underneath his, Ed couldn’t help but orgasm right along with her, and ejaculate his “man-seed” deep inside of her freshly-deflowered baby-making hole.

“At any rate,” Jan continued on with her story to Lisa, “The things I whispered in Dad’s ear seemed to excite him even more, because he sped up his thrusting, and began slamming his dick into me pretty hard.

“And then, when I was just about finished cumming, I spread my legs as far apart as I could, and I let Dad ejaculate right up against my cervix. God, that was an awesome feeling!”

“You’re lucky! Daddy never French-kissed me, or felt out my breasts, while we were ‘doing it.'”

“Well, you didn’t exactly have breasts to feel out, now did you?”

“Go ahead. Rub it in. I know I don’t hold a candle to ‘Mama Jugs’ here,” Lisa said, grabbing hold of one of Jan’s long, erect nipples between her thumb and fingertips, and then pulling on that nipple to gently sway Jan’s fairly-large breast from side-to-side. “But I did have large, puffed-out nipples when I was 18. And Daddy could’ve felt ’em out, if he had wanted to.”

“Let me see,” Jan said, reaching over to feel one of Lisa’s breasts with her hand. “I’ve got news for you, Sis. You still do have large, puffed-out nipples.”

“Yeah, but now I’ve got small breasts, to go along with them.”

“Speaking of ‘breasts,’ you can let go of mine any time now,” Jan said.

“What if I don’t want to?” Lisa asked coyly, as she grabbed hold of Jan’s whole breast, and started gently squeezing it in her hand.

“Then you do so at your own risk. But I gotta warn ya. I’m a real soaker.”

“A what?” Lisa asked.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, if you keep going the way that you are,” Jan threatened.

“I thought you said I wasn’t your type.”

“Normally you’re not,” Jan replied, and then quickly added, “But tonight, you just might be.”

“How about now?” Lisa asked, after she moved her leg up over the top of Jan’s, and pressed her pussy mound up against Jan’s thigh.

“Jesus, Lisa! You don’t have any hair down there, do ya?”

“Not one little pube. I keep it all shaved off.”

“Why?”

“Oh, I just like it that way. That’s all,” Lisa said, as she rocked her hips to rub her baby-bare vulva back and forth against Jan’s thigh.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Sis?”

“I’m not ‘trying’ to do anything. I’m ‘doing’ it,” Lisa replied. “Just tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop right now.”

“What makes you think that I want you to stop?” Jan said, before leaning over and giving Lisa a big French-kiss. “I never dreamed I’d be ‘getting it on’ with my own sister,” Jan whispered.

“Why not? You already got it on with your own dad,” Lisa whispered back, as she reached down, and placed her hand on Jan’s pussy mound.

“So did you,” Jan quipped back, while her hand searched out Lisa’s crotch.

And giggles filled the small bedroom, while the two sisters took their time, feeling out and gently caressing each other’s bare pussies.

“Did you ever suck Daddy’s dick?” Lisa asked, as she eased her middle finger up into Jan’s vagina.

“More times than I can remember. He used to eat me out too.”

“Oh God, now I’m really jealous. If I was Daddy’s favorite, he sure had a hell of way of showing it! He never ate my pussy, or got me to suck his dick. All we ever did was fondle each other, and then fuck. I mean, except for that one time that he let me jack him off.”

“That’s too bad, Sis. Dad was really good with his tongue, too. Let’s just say that he knew how to use it to please a woman ‘down there.’ But God, what I used to really ‘get off’ on, was having that big long dick of his in my mouth.”

At this point, Jan had just told Lisa the honest truth about Jan having had oral sex with Ed on a regular basis.

“Speaking of which…didn’t you think that the head on Daddy’s dick was kind of weird-looking? I mean, the way that it was all flared-out at the back, and kind of small at the tip.”

“Yeah, it did have almost a conical shape to it, didn’t it? But to me, that just made it even more sexy,” Jan admitted.

“Weren’t you ever worried about Daddy getting you pregnant?” Lisa asked.

“Of course I was. Weren’t you?” said Jan, once again lying through her teeth. The whole time that Jan had been carrying on her secret sexual relationship with Ed, she never worried about getting impregnated by him–because that was her “ultimate goal.” Deep down inside, Jan felt the super-strong-but-misguided primal urge to get pregnant, and become a mommy before her 21st birthday.

“Sure,” said Lisa. “But that never happened, because Daddy only had sex with me during my ‘safe times.'”

“During your what?” Jan asked.

“You know? During the first and last weeks of my menstrual cycle.”

“You got lucky, girl! It’s a miracle Dad didn’t knock you up. I hate to break the news to you, Sis, but the rhythm method isn’t that effective at preventing pregnancy. And that’s because, every so often, we girls can ovulate twice during the same cycle. And sometimes we can even ovulate during our periods, believe it or not.”

“Wow! I never realized that,” Lisa said, feigning naivety, even though she already did know everything that Jan had just told her about the rhythm method. “So then what you’re telling me, is that the rhythm method really does work, but that it isn’t considered that reliable,” Lisa added, still intentionally playing dumb on the subject, just to see where Jan would go with it.

“Yeah. That’s why I quit using it a long time ago,” Jan explained. “It’s also part of the reason why I was so damn scared that first night with Dad. I wasn’t using any form of birth control. And neither was he. And because I knew all about the rhythm method, and how it worked, I realized that Dad could get me pregnant, if I happened to be ovulating. But the bad part was that I didn’t know exactly where I was at in my cycle that night–because, to be honest with you, I hadn’t been keeping track.

“After that first night, Dad would unexpectedly show up in my bedroom late at night to have sex with me. And that would always scare the crap out of me, because even though Dad only had sex with me during my ‘safe times’–just like he did with you–I knew that the rhythm method wasn’t that reliable. But outwardly, I always did my best to act like nothing was wrong, so that Dad would go ahead and fuck me.

“Then one night, my luck finally ran out. I remember that I was feeling unusually horny that night. And I could tell that Dad was too. He fucked me twice that night. And the second time, we ended up ‘doing it’ doggie style. And right before he came, he shoved his dick deep inside me, and shot his whole wad right up against my cervix.

“And just a few minutes after he pulled out of me that second time, my womb started feeling really strange to me, and I sensed that Dad had just gotten me pregnant. Don’t ask me how I knew. I just did. That’s all. But of course, I didn’t say a word to Dad about what I was feeling that night.

“About a month after Dad had moved out of the house, I went to the doctor, because I had missed my next period.