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  It then sank in, the enormity of the situation and he lost several shades of colour. “Oh my god no. Holly, Jules, Juliette? Adopted?”

  “Daddy,” said Jules simply, tears now in her eyes. He opened his arms and she bounced over the bed and lay against him.

  “Oh my god,” sighed Lydia, “This is so amazing, so very special!”

  “Well, I don’t get it,” said Holly, frowning at the display of affection between Jules and her father.

  “Hol, when Daddy was young, before he met me, he got a lady pregnant. The child was a girl who they had adopted.”

  Two seconds later Holly gasped and grabbed hold of Jules’ leg. “Oh wow, Jules, that means you’re my sister!” she gushed, now crying in harmony with Jules, who nodded happily to her, reached out and pulled her into the hug. There was a long moment of hugging, celebration and tears as the news sank in for everyone with their own special meaning. Holly broke the silence with a giggle. “Daddy, that means that you took your daughter’s virginity. You’re so naughty!”

  Lydia laughed at Holly’s comment, pleased that she felt safe saying such a thing. “You had sex with your sister this morning young lady.”

  Holly turned to Jules and smiled at her “It was utterly wonderful,” she said, touching her thigh. Whether Holly had intended it or not, that simple movement allowed her mother to peek under the nightie and confirm that Jules wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

  “I can imagine. You and your Daddy are very lucky.”

  “Aww, thanks Mrs Craig,” said Jules as she pulled Holly closer. She kissed her hair and then pulled her to her breast. Lydia watched the three happy campers on the bed and seemed to think for a short while, looking back and forth between them, assessing.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and touched the side of Jules’ face. “Harry, Jules, do something, would you, for Holly and me?”

  “Sure,” said Harry, noting a look in her eye. Jules nodded as she lay against his chest while Holly slipped her arm around her waist protectively.

  “Show us how you made her a woman?” asked Lydia.

  “Lydi!” said Harry, genuinely shocked

  “Mummy, isn’t that a bit weird?” asked Holly.

  Lydia shook her head slowly. “No, I think it would be beautiful, a very meaningful moment for our new, extended family.”

  Holly looked over at Jules to see she was nodding gently with a serious look on her face as she moved her hand over her father’s chest. Jules looked up at Lydia. “I think that would be heaven, to be with you all when it happens again.”

  “Lydia, perhaps we should talk?” asked Harry, his voice carrying a slight hint of acceptance.

  “Harry, we have that twenty-four hour thing still going, right?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” he replied, hoping that they did as it had paid huge dividends so far.

  “OK, so this is what I think. Jules is a gorgeous woman, she loves you Harry as we all do. Personally, thinking of you entering her makes me wet beyond belief. I want to be part of you and her loving each other, and I think I would like Holly too to see it, to witness love-making between two people.”

  “Daddy,” said Jules, leaning up and kneeling before him. “Before I left home I had slept with two girls. Just two girls. I told you that boys and men thought I was worthless. I left to find you, to see if my real father loved and valued me, or whether you too would treat me like dirt.”

  “Oh Jules,” said Harry, taking her hands. Lydia looked on with quiet delight at Jules’ story, her passion and her gratitude for her husband’s kindness.

  “No, wait Daddy. When I got here you beat me up,” she said, laughing at her joke. The tension melted and he smiled broadly at her then over at his wife. “But you treated me like I was precious. You looked after me, fed me, clothed me, took me to dinner. You even cleared up the mess all over the floor after I pooped in the little bathroom. And then you made love to me like a gentleman, making my first time something I could never, ever forget.”

  Lydia slid over to her husband and kissed his cheek. “I’m so very proud of you, and of you Holly.”

  “But it was when you lay on top of me afterwards, so I could hold you and feel what it was like to hold a man in my arms, that’s when I really, really knew that you had made love to me and hadn’t simply used me like all the others wanted.”

  “Come here dear,” said Lydia, guiding her to the middle of the bed. Jules lay down next to Harry, separated by the thick winter duvet. “Holly, help her out of her nightie.”

  “Mummy!”

  “It’s ok dear, I can see you looking at her, just as I am. Jules, you have an exquisite body, you’re so lucky.”

  “I think I’m lucky to have found people who I want to share it with,” she replied, taking Holly’s hand. She rested it on her breast and helped her to feel the mound under the nightie.

  “Oh gosh!” said Harry, breathing hard as his eyes were riveted on that simple caress.

  “My dear, dear Holly!” said Jules. Holly shuffled a little closer and looked up at her mother, who nodded to her with a smile. Holly leaned down slowly, touched the side of Jules’ face and kissed her lips.

  Her parents watched for a little while before her mother pulled back the covers to allow her father to get out from under the duvet.

  “Whoa, Lydi, I mean ..”

  “Harry, it’s OK. We’ve all seen it sometime.”

  “Huh, Hol hasn’t”

  She pulled the covers back further, pulling them from his grip. “Now she has,” she said, smiling. Holly looked up, smiled at the sight of the first real penis she had ever seen and with much will-power turned away from her wonderful father and resumed kissing her best friend.

  “Harry, come here and help me get her naked,” said Lydia, moving across the bed to kneel next to Holly. Together they took hold of the hem of the nightie and slid it up her body. “Oh, slowly Harry, savour the moment!” Lydia grinned at him as the hem passed over her upper thighs then over her pussy. She held the material tight then ran her thumb over the thin hair of the girl’s little strip. She looked at her husband’s cock, strutting proudly out from his body, totally rigid. She could almost taste it in her mouth, the way the bulb would feel as she passed her lips over it, the arrogance when he pushed it just a little too hard and fast to the back of her throat. She smiled at him, at the highly unusual morning, then eventually nodded and they pulled the nightie higher, exposing her breasts. Holly slipped her arm under Jules’ neck and pulled her higher, kissing her passionately as she glanced at her naked body. Lydia groaned and cupped her breast, feeling the firmness in her hand and brushing her palm over the nipple. “Take the other one” she said to her husband, and he too took the girl’s breast in his and explored the smooth, warm skin before leaning down and kissing the nipple.

  Jules was becoming very aroused and reached out to Holly, pulling her close, touching her back and thighs. She let go as the nightie went over her head then slipped her fingers in between Holly’s legs, causing them both to groan.

  Lydia indicated to Harry that he should lie down and she watched to make sure that he understood her suggestion. He lay alongside Jules, facing her as the young girl turned away from his daughter to face him, to smile, and then to kiss. He didn’t look back to check with his wife but instead held her head in one hand while touching her stomach with the other, roaming from her breast to the little landing strip. It was then that he glanced over and beyond the breast and caught sight between Holly’s thighs, and the perfectly bald pussy under her t-shirt.

  “Oh lordy!’ he whispered and Jules immediately understood. She grinned and slipped her fingers between the girl’s thighs, and as Holly groaned again, she pulled her fingers back and offered them to Harry’s lips.

  “Taste her,” said Jules, breathing into his ear.

  “Oh good god!” he gasped, licking then sucking the two fingers between his lips.

  “Holly, take your top off for me,” said Jules, caressing her
legs. Holly looked uncertain, exchanging glances with her mother, father then back to her mother.

  “Hol, honey, you’re beautiful, a delight to see,” said her mother. “There’s nothing wrong now with being here with no clothes on, just while we’re all together.”

  Holly looked down at Jules and nodded, kneeling by her side. “You do it,” she said and parted her legs so she could lean down as far as possible. Jules reached up and slipped it over her head in one easy movement, leaving her naked.

  “Oh Holly, you’re, you know,” said her mother, nodding at the little hairless mound between her legs.

  “Isn’t it the most perfect sight?” said Jules, running her middle finger along the wet, leaking slit.

  “Jules, that’s a wonderful job!”

  “Not me.”

  “Did you do it yourself Hol?” asked her mother.

  Holly shook her head and grinned. “Billy.”

  “And it’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom!” said Jules, smiling at Holly. Harry tore his eyes away from his daughter and kissed Jules again, now looking a little anxious to make love to her again. She watched as her mother took Jules’ hand and placed it on her father’s cock, encouraging her to move it up and down slowly, gently.

  “Hol, is she wet?” asked her mother, an inquiry that would have freaked her out less than a day ago but which now seemed like a pretty practical question in the circumstances. She reached out and gently touched Jules pussy and then moved her fingers around the opening to her vagina. “She would love you to death if you got her really wet, you know,” said her mother, grinning at her.

  “Yes, Hol, be an angel for me,” said Jules, guiding Holly down the bed as she parted her legs.

  “Oh Jules, you’re so pretty!” said Lydia as she slipped her hand inside her robe. Holly saw the touch she gave herself and hoped that her mother wouldn’t start touching her. She didn’t think she would, but it wasn’t something that she had any desire to experience. As she lay down on the bed between Jules’ legs she looked up at her mother and gave her a glance that she hoped conveyed the message. She underlined it by positioning herself so that her buttocks were as far away from her mother as possible, out of range and out of bounds. She kissed Jules’ thighs, finding the softest, warmest skin ever as she buried her face between the tanned, muscled legs. Holly heard Jules groan even before she had touched her pussy and looked up to see the little hand trying to stretch around her father’s cock. Between those teen tanned legs though were the delicious, delicate little pink folds of skin that formed her labia and the glistening sheen that coated them, pure essence of girl. She made an exploratory pass with her tongue up towards her clit and was rewarded by a long moan. Deciding that she didn’t want to bring her to orgasm, she tried to synchronize her tongue movement to the hand movement s that she could just see above the girl’s pubic mound. After a little while she slipped her left hand underneath Jules’ buttocks and gave her a hint of her fingers, less than an inch from her anus. She had lost sight of the hand so she flicked her tongue rapidly but gently over the girl’s clit, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and a small tremor in her limbs.

  Jules’ hand touched her hair and she leaned up, allowing herself to be guided back to her side while her father moved between Jules’ legs.

  “Kiss me Hol,” said Jules, pulling her close with both hands to her face.

  Lydia kissed her husband and took hold of his cock, then parted Jules’ pussy lips and positioned him as she grinned with delight at the sight.

  Jules gasped and looked up. “Hol, he’s about to enter me again!” she said, shaking a little from the tension and excitement. “Ah, there. It’s in!” she gasped, as she pulled the girl down against her lips and kissed her hard . “Daddy!”

  “Oh god yes, Harry!” said Lydia, shedding her robe.

  “Oh, Mum, you’re in good shape,” said Holly, admiring her body.

  “For someone twice your age you mean?” she replied, smiling

  “Hol, I’m almost there baby!” said Jules, holding her arms tight as though she might disappear.

  Harry slowed his pace and Jules winced, panting with desire and breathing rapidly through her nose as she locked lips with Holly. She groaned and arched her back, then groaned again. Holly looked down her body to see her mother’s fingers, scratching at the landing strip and then gently circling over her clit. She alternated the hard and gentle touch as Jules became increasingly animated. Her feet came off the bed and slid quickly up to lock behind Harry’s buttocks, pulling him as deep as possible inside her. She was trembling now, shaking on the bed and Harry began pushing into her more firmly, more quickly, stoking her as she began the climb to release.

  Holly whispered in to her ear, “Come for me Jules,” and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it back so that her head tilted back and her throat was exposed. She arched her back, pushing her little breasts up into the air and Holly grabbed the nearest one and tweaked the nipple. The combination of Harry, Lydia and Holly on her young, inexperienced body made her explode with her orgasm as she writhed on the bed. Harry lost his stroke and fell out of her just as she squirted at his chest in three powerful jets. He plunged back inside her and pumped hard again, elongating her throes of pleasure while Holly squeezed her nipple forcibly between her fingers and the young girl shouted out in pain and pleasure, gasping with each pulse of her release. Her nails dragged along Holly’s arms and she pushed her pussy hard up against both Harry’s hard cock and Lydia’s fingers which were now simply resting on her clit.

  “Hol,” Jules whispered, grinning at her as she took hold of her hand and pulled her across her body. Holly was unsure what she was being asked to do until Jules guided her bottom over her as well and pulled her up towards her mouth. Holly was unsure about whether she wanted to have her parents watch as she was eaten out by Jules, but the first flick of the girl’s tongue convinced her. She leaned against the wall, widened her legs carefully to avoid the girl’s bruised arm and sank slowly onto Jules’ waiting mouth. She was glad she was facing away from her mother and that they remained silent so she assumed that her father was still deep inside Jules but resting while her mother continued to watch in fascination as she had done up until now.

  She felt the warm breath from Jules who continued to breathe quickly from the orgasm her father had given her and her heart fluttered with each movement of the little warm tongue which probed and flicked around her sex and occasionally down over her perineum and around her anus. It was on the second exploratory probe from Jules in that area that Holly decided there was still a limit as to what she wanted to share so she slipped off the girl’s tongue and slid back slowly, over her breasts to rest on her hips. She leaned down to kiss her but the position felt too constricted. Jules helpfully lowered her legs and Holly slipped back further. She kissed Jules hungrily on the mouth then around to her neck and ear, breathing warmly over her, enticing and sensuous for both of them. Jules was groaning quietly, a quiet complaint more than a sound of delight. Holly laid her head on the pillow and smiled, kissing her before sliding back a little more. She gasped, then shrieked into the pillow and froze.

  “Hol?” said Jules, touching her face. But Holly was silent.

  “Oh Hol!” said her father. “Hol, sorry!”

  Holly’s heart seemed to beat right between her ears, mixing with the sound of her own labored breath into the pillow. Everything seemed distant, out of touch as though she was looking down on herself at this junction in her life. She knew what she was feeling between her legs, the warm, wet stiffness of her father’s cock which had slipped out of Jules and had come to rest between her own pussy lips. It didn’t feel like it had gone in at all, but it was certainly parting her outer lips. To her horror, she also knew that when it had first touched her that she had instinctively moved back to greet it and she was now unsure whether it had been a coincidence or whether he had slipped out of Jules exactly at the right moment to make it seem like that. Either way, she was presented with a ch
oice. Slide back or slide forward.

  “Oh , oh,” panted Holly, tortured as to what her next movement should be.

  “Hol, is Daddy in you?” whispered Jules, caressing her hair, consoling her. Holly simply shook her head, suspended in motion, hiding her head in the pillow as she started to think again. “Remember, Daddy loves you more than anything” came her words, directed only to her as she whispered warmly again into her ear. A thousand thoughts went through her mind. Most importantly she wanted to ensure that if he made love to her father that it wouldn’t be assumed that there would be any regular sex on offer, but then she thought about university and that she would be leaving in a few months. Billy would be here before that and maybe they would see more if Jules anyway. Her father had never made lewd remarks about her either, unlike Jules’ father and when she considered the weeks leading up to this Monday morning it had been she who teased him, wearing impossibly tight clothes to gauge his reaction.

  Jules’ tongue in her ear made up her mind for her and still with a little trepidation she slid back very slightly, indicating that she didn’t want him to pull out.

  “Oh Hol,” said her father, surprise and delight in his voice as he gripped her hips.

  “Holly, are you sure?” asked her mother as she sat beside the two girls and brushed Holly’s hair from her eyes. Her voice was gentle, soothing with a trace of concern but no anger or distaste.

  Holly nodded and Jules kissed her ear and soothed her. “My beautiful sister,” she whispered.

  “Are you safe?” asked her mother and Holly nodded. Her mother didn’t ask how and accepted her answer without further questions.

  “Baby, go on top,” said Jules. “On top. You have more control then.”

  Holly nodded but simply slid back a little further, feeling the cock enter her, judging its size and whether it would be painful. It went in easily but then she knew she was soaking wet and could feel her juice dribbling down her inner thigh. After a couple more exploratory moves she slid forward then nudged Jules to the side of the bed so her father could lie down. She glanced at her mother who smiled back at her, proud and supportive. Her mother’s breasts were full but not sagging like she had imagined and she was impressed that she took pride in the way she looked. Holly swung her leg over her father’s waist and positioned herself.