From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story:Alternate Methods   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         I know it's wrong to let my husband have sex with our   
   daughters . . . but what other choice do I have?  I don't even   
   really have the excuse that my father fucked ME, from the time I   
   was 11, until the day I married Jack.  After all those were   
   different days and different circumstances.  I mean, it's just   
   not RIGHT these days for a man to fuck his own daughters.  Oh   
   sure, neither Mellie nor Lucy minds having sex with Jack.  Minds?   
   Oh heck.  Neither one of the kids any more "minds" having sex   
   with her own father, than I did when I was their age; acting like   
   insatiable little sluts, just begging him to slide his thick   
   prick up inside them, any time they think there's half a chance   
   he might get a hard-on.  I've barely gotten fucked myself, twice   
   in the past couple of weeks.  No, both girls definitely like sex.   
   Only that's the trouble . . . ALL kids like sex; and what little   
   girl is going to turn down sex from her own father, if he shows   
   even the slightest interest?  And I had made certain that Jack   
   showed more than "slight" interest, believe you me.   
         So, with Jack crawling in bed with them that night, what   
   normal girl WOULD object to her father climbing in bed with her,   
   taking her virginity, fucking her, cumming inside her, and   
   filling her fertile young womb with thick white squirts of her   
   own father's incestuous seed, if she KNEW the man loved her, and   
   wanted her to enjoy sex with him, as much as he did with her?   
   Some people would say it was almost like rape to even let a girl   
   know her father wanted to have sex with her, let alone make it   
   clear in such an unmistakable manner.  After all, what girl is   
   going to refuse her own father . . . the man she has loved and   
   admired since she was a toddler, or even younger?  No, I knew my   
   girls really wouldn't have any choice, once I sent their father   
   naked into their room, and had him climb in bed with them.   
   Still, what other choice DID I have?   
         Huh?  No, of course not!  Jack was NOT pressuring me for   
   permission to rape our little girls!  If he had even suggested   
   such a thing . . . well, he would be gone so fast . . .   
         No, this was all MY idea; and I even had to convince Jack   
   that it was best for the girls.  Even though I had enjoyed sex   
   with my father (and brothers and grandfather and uncles, etc.). I   
   still knew it wasn't right for Lucy or Melinda.  After all, they   
   didn't have three horny brothers sleeping in the same room, not   
   to mention a grandfather in the same house, along with numerous   
   uncles living nearby as well as my father, like I did.  But as I   
   said before, what other choice DID I have?   
         It actually took almost a week to convince my husband I was   
   serious, but once I pointed out the options, and he was certain I   
   wouldn't be mad at him for fucking his own daughters (Ha!  Fat   
   chance, after MY upbringing) we waited until the appropriate   
   night, and then I told the girls that their father would be in to   
   teach them about sex, when they went to bed that night.   
         You never saw such openmouthed astonishment from two little   
   girls in your life, but neither one asked a single question.  I   
   guess they figured that if they ASKED, they might be   
   disappointed.  Still, I almost couldn't keep from giggling, when   
      
      
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   even Melinda joined her eleven-year-old little sister in bed, at   
   the unseasonably early hour of 8:30.  The teenager hadn't gone to   
   bed before 9:00, since the day she turned 13, almost two months   
   earlier.  To see BOTH brunettes brushing their teeth and hair   
   almost half an hour early for the youngest, and over an hour   
   early for the older one, almost had me shaking with silent   
   giggles.  Maybe this plan would have other unexpected benefits as   
   well as those planned.  Still, I made sure that both girls didn't   
   skimp on their toilet; even helping Lucy get in the full 100   
   strokes with the brush that made their long brown hair shine so   
   beautifully.  Melinda's hair reaches to her shoulder-blades,   
   while Lucy's goes almost to the crack of her cute little butt.   
   BOTH girls know just how sexy their hair is, and work to keep it   
   that way (one of the many reasons I figured Jack and I just HAD   
   to do something quick . . . or at least Jack did, anyway).   
         Three times I had decided to watch, and three times I had   
   decided it would be better if I was NOT in the same room.  Still,   
   I guess it was my curiosity that won out.  Right or wrong,   
   distraction or not, I just COULDN'T miss seeing the man I love   
   take our daughters' virginities.  I justified my horny curiosity   
   by telling myself the girls would be less nervous if they knew I   
   was there when they first had sex.  That way, they wouldn't feel   
   that there was anything wrong, or be scared that I might be mad   
   at either them or their father for having sex together (not that   
   I had EVER shown signs of jealousy when they sexually teased   
   their father, but this was more than just teasing).   
         I think both girls were slightly surprised, when their   
   father came into their bedroom only wearing a smile and a half-   
   hard-on.  I followed about three feet behind, and settled into   
   the single chair in their bedroom to watch.   
         "Uh, Girls," said Jack, pointing to the bedding they had   
   pulled up to their chins.   
         "Yes Daddy?"   
         "It's kind of hard to teach you about sex, when you're all   
   covered up like that."  My husband's voice was as calm as if he   
   was going to teach the girls how to saw a board in two.   
         "You mean, like this?" asked Mellie; kicking the covers off   
   both herself and her little sister simultaneously.  Lucy just   
   blushed; and made a slightly aborted attempt to cover herself   
   with her hands, before copying her older sister and letting their   
   father have a GOOD look at their charms.   
         Well, there was little doubt my husband would "be up to the   
   job" he was about to do.  While both girls were brunettes and had   
   beautiful faces, from the neck down the similarities vanished.   
   At 13, Melinda looked far older than her nominal age.  The   
   teenager would probably have almost as little difficulty   
   obtaining drinks in a bar as I would.  Her breasts, while not   
   overly large and swollen, WERE well-developed.  Being that young,   
   they stuck out in front of her so firmly, that even though she   
   easily filled a 'C' cup, the teenager looked little different   
   when she was wearing a bra, than she did without.  Two firm ripe   
   titties that made your mouth water to suck on (even ME, and I   
   haven't suckled on a woman's breasts since that day when me and   
   my little sister . . .).  Down from the smooth jut of her   
   breasts, was a nicely rounded tummy that led to a navel that was   
      
      
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