Story: Asking for it   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
      
      
         This all started a little over 10 years ago.  Well, actually   
   it started earlier than that; but you might say the pivot-point   
   was that afternoon when I first opened my big mouth and put my   
   foot in it.   
         As I returned from the bathroom that morning, I looked in on   
   the kids.  As usual by that time, Mike was fucking his little   
   sister, while Cathy fucked back just as hard.  The two kids   
   barely noticed their father watching; as they both strove for a   
   climax.  Cathy's brown hair normally made a fetching frame for   
   her face; but right then her usually pretty face was screwed into   
   a mask of concentration, as the brunette strove for her orgasm by   
   squeezing her tight little cunny around her big brother's swollen   
   prick.  Mike didn't look any better.  He was sweating and   
   straining as he slaved with his mouth open and almost drooling;   
   while he tried to make this session feel as good for his little   
   sister as it obviously did for him.  The normally handsome looks   
   of the boy were also twisted by pants and heaves, as he tried to   
   hold back long enough for the little girl to enjoy it too.  From   
   the frantic rutting of the two children, I knew it wouldn't be   
   long before my son's sperm would be decorating the inside of his   
   little sister's fertile young womb in long greasy ropes; as the   
   older boy did his best to breed his own sibling.  I was so proud   
   of my kids.   
         I knew their mother would NOT be happy if she knew what her   
   two children did almost every day, but then Marcia had given up   
   all say in what they did or did NOT do, the day she had left the   
   three of us for a life on the road with a music star.  (Some   
   star . . . one hit, and two records.)  She had claimed she,   
   "Wasn't getting any younger; and would never get a chance to be   
   free like this again."  As if I or our children were getting any   
   younger either.   
         After the divorce I had sold the house and car, and   
   everything in both of them; then split the result down the middle   
   and sent half of the money to the last known address of the   
   troupe on its way across the nation.  I never bothered checking   
   to see if my EX-wife ever got her half or not.  Then I changed my   
   name, and moved out here in this cabin by the lake.  If Marcia   
   ever wanted to come back, it was too late; as the old me didn't   
   exist any more.  (Do I sound bitter?  Well, I was.  By the time   
   this story starts, I didn't care so much any more.  It had been 6   
   years since she left.)   
         When I first moved into this cabin by the lake, I had taken   
   one bedroom of the two, and put my son and daughter in the other.   
   I mean, they were just KIDS then, at 8 and 6 years old.  Kids   
   that young don't even THINK about sex.  Of course, I knew their   
   mother wouldn't have approved anyway, of putting two kids of the   
   opposite sex in the same bedroom (in the same bed yet!).  But as   
   I said before, Marcia had given up all decision-making control of   
   our children the moment she left.   
      
      
      
      
      
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         At first, it was just for convenience, that I let the two   
   kids sleep in the same bed.  I really planned on getting bunk-   
   beds; so while they would still be sleeping in the same room, at   
   least they wouldn't be sleeping together.   
         Only first the money wasn't available, and then the reason   
   slowly slipped away.  I mean, if two opposite-sex siblings are   
   getting dressed and undressed in front of each other, and   
   spending considerable time both in the house, and out on the lake   
   completely naked, in each other's company; how much difference   
   does it make if they sleep in the same bed?   
         Huh?  The naked bit?  Oh.  Well, while I never really had   
   gone in for the commercial "nudist" bit, when I found this cabin   
   on the lake right next door to a nudist "resort" I hadn't minded   
   a bit.  It seems that half the people on the lake were of a   
   similar mind; and you would as often find your neighbors sunning   
   nude, as dressed in swimsuits.  The relationships of the people   
   like me with the resort were very cordial, as the resort had been   
   there first; just not long enough to afford buying the whole   
   lakefront, like they had wanted to.   
         So, those people (like me) who bought or built cabins just   
   had to accept the nudity of our neighbors, as they were here   
   first.  A couple of rich bachelors had bought sites on the lake,   
   "Just for the view."    But most of the people were   
   families like we were, who didn't see anything wrong with being   
   nude or not nude.  The mode of dress (or undress) depended mainly   
   on how many relatives were visiting, it seemed.  Of course, I   
   don't think many of the OTHER families had our unusual sleeping   
   arrangements.  (But you never know . . . some of the cabins out   
   there, were just as small as ours was.)   
         I'll admit though, that after a while having Mike and Cathy   
   sleep together in the same bed became more on purpose on my part,   
   than accident or lack of funds.   
         Actually, when I first thought about the two kids even   
   accidentally having sex together, I'll admit I was not only   
   turned-on by the idea, but the thought of how their mother would   
   feel about it just made me want to keep them there.   
         Uhuh.  It was more a feeling of "getting back" at my ex-   
   wife, by ignoring what I knew she would want, than anything else.   
   It took almost three years for the anger at her to burn away, and   
   I could think rationally about what my two kids were doing in   
   that bed together.  Of course, by then it was too late.   
         Uhuh.  I had just decided that maybe I SHOULD buy separate   
   beds for the kids, and make some kind of divider in the small   
   room, so they could each have some privacy, when I was awakened   
   in the middle of the night by a loud "Ow" from my daughter.  Mike   
   had just taken his little sister's virginity; and by the time I   
   arrived the two kids were fucking like minks in their common bed.   
   Neither one was old enough to climax yet, but they both seemed to   
   like what they were doing tremendously.  Even Cathy, for all the   
   pain of the little 9-year-old girl losing her virginity to her   
   11-year-old big brother, was humping back at the older boy just   
   as hard as he was thrusting his swollen little peter into her.  I   
   watched the two kids for almost 15 minutes, until they finally   
   got tired and rolled apart, before going to sleep.   
      
      
      
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         As I said, they didn't seem to be old enough to climax yet,   
   but they both sure seemed to have fun at it anyway.  I went back   
   to MY bed, and jacked off like I hadn't done since before I first   
   got married.  I was too hot and horny and yes bothered, to say   
   anything to either of the kids.   
         The next day, I watched both of them very closely to see if   
   they were OK.  I mean, you hear all these stories about how   
      
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