Behind the cabin

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© 2020, by P.D. Vile

NOTE: This story was originally written for the story writing contest at lolicit.org, where the mandatory theme for the contest was: “Incest”.

The cabin

It was already getting dark as we finally reached the end of what could only with a lot of generosity still be called a dirt trail. But even that stopped here. A circle, barely large enough to turn the car, marked the unmistakable end.

I stopped the car and shut down the engine.
“Kids? I think we'll have to walk the rest. It should only be a few hundred yards, but it will be uphill. See if you all can take some luggage, it would be nice if we can do this in one go.”
Aaron quickly unbuckled and got out. I saw in my mirror how Rose stretched herself, then got out as well.

I got out myself and made to the trunk.
“Rose, don't take only your own stuff. Here, take this too.”
I handed my youngest the bag with pillows and towels that I knew to be the lightest, as she strapped her small backpack.
I reached for the heaviest backpack myself, but Aaron beat me to it.
“I can take that one, dad. You drove all day. Take this one instead.”
I smiled as I heard his voice shoot into falsetto and back. It happened almost daily now.
But I was tired indeed, so I gladly allowed Aaron to take the heaviest load.

Soon we were making our way across the sandy trail, towards the top of the hill. Aaron led the way. I smiled as I realized how he had matured. At 14, his body was now clearly starting to develop. No longer a boy, not yet a man. I realized, as I saw how easy he carried his load, that he was stronger than I thought.
Rose followed close behind him. I'm pretty sure she regretted her decision to wear her favorite yellow shorts, as the local vegetation worked hard to leave the maximum amount of scratches and stains on her shapely tanned legs. But she didn't say anything. I had warned her to put on something more protective this morning when we left. And as an 11 year old girl in full puberty mode, she was probably physically incapable of any action that even resembled admitting her father right.

During the steep uphill climb, I contemplated how we had gotten here, and how much I was looking forward to my first real holiday with the kids. My first alone time with my children. All the past years, when we were on holiday, I spent more time on my phone and my laptop than with my family. There was always some reason for my boss to call me, some reason for me to check my mail, and then always a fire to put out. I'd spend half the holiday working, the other half sleeping on a deck chair, too tired to enjoy the time. Amber, my wife, was always the one in charge, making sure the kids stayed safe, had fun, and were not in my hair as I was averting another crisis for my boss.

But this year things were different. Amber had earned herself a long overdue promotion. With that new position came new responsibilities. And those had consequences. I thought back of the conversation we had, several months ago.
“Kyle,” she had said, “I don't think I can take time off during the holiday this year. So I thought about what to do with the kids. Do you think they'd enjoy some time with your parents?”
“Well … I don't know, Amber. Rose would love it, I guess. But Aaron?”
“I don't want them around the house all holiday. They need to get some time off. They need some real holiday. And we can't give them that, not this year. I can't take time now. And you're always on the laptop, you can't give them the holiday they need either.”
That was the point where I realized the solution.
“You know what, Amber. Fuck that laptop. Fuck my work. Let someone else be on standby this year. I've been on call for years. I'm taking a week off. And totally off this time. I understand that you[/i] can't take time this year. So this time, [i]I will take time off. I'll take the kids on a holiday, and I'll be there for them. All day, every day.”

The kids had loved the idea. It was Rose who insisted that we would go to a place so far off that no phone and no wifi signal would get through.
“You'd be able to spend a week away from Facebook?”
“If that means your work can't reach you, daddy, it'll be worth it.”
After a lot of internet searches, we finally found the perfect place. A simple log cabin, far out in the woods, next to a lake. All to ourselves for the week. A whole week, with no work. A lake to swim in, hilly woods for long hikes, a deck of cards for the evenings. What more could we ask for?
Despite my wife's protests, I had told the kids to pack their stuff. She was much too protective. Rose and Aaron really were old enough to pack their own stuff now. I smiled inwardly at their proud faces when they offered their luggage and inspection, and I told them I trusted them to walk through the list one more time and make sure they had everything.

We reached the top of the hill, and finally saw our home for the next days in reality. It was even more idyllic than the pictures. A simple, small wooden cabin. A large deck in front, leading all the way up to the shore of a lake that lay there, completely untouched, dark blue underneath the slowly darkening sky.
I fished the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. As the kids entered behind me, I looked around to find the light switch. The house had a solar panel on the roof, one of the very few bows to the modern era it made. It was connected to a battery that provided enough electricity to fuel the refrigerator and a few small lamps. I wanted to switch them on before the last sunlight disappeared.

The inside of the cabin had the simplest possible design. To the left of the door was a simple wooden table with four wooden chairs. Behind that was what the owner called the kitchen: a simple stove, connected to a large propane gas tank, and a stone counter top sitting on top of the small refrigerator. To the right were the beds: one bunk bed and one bed, slightly wider. The website advertised it as a two person bed, but failed to mention that you really had to like each other very much to share that bed.

I expected a fight over the bunk bed. Aaron and Rose both always want the top of a bunk bed. But to my surprise, after a two second stare-off Aaron just made an exaggerated polite gesture, saying “ladies first”, as he dropped his backpack on the bottom bed.
“Thanks, bro. First dishes duty is on me, then.”
“Well done, you two,” I complimented, “good to see how you solve issues yourself.”
They beamed with the compliment, and I hoped this down payment in rewarding good behavior would pay off the rest of the week.

“Uhm, daddy,” Rose asked, “why is there no toilet here?”
“Good question,” Aaron chimed in, “I really need to go.”
I pointed to the small outhouse next to the cabin.
“According to the website, there's a latrine in there. Take a flashlight with you when you go, it's getting dark already.”
Aaron grabbed the flashlight and stormed out. I smiled. Typical Aaron, can hold it for hours until he thinks about it, and then he needs to go immediately.
“Yeah, but what about showering, daddy?” Rose then asked, “Sure we can't stay here for a week and never wash ourselves!”
“There should be a small shower cabin behind the cabin. But only a small boiler, operated by solar panels, so keep your showers short!”
I saw her make a face. The thought of missing her extended showers clearly did not amuse her.
“Hey, you guys all wanted back to nature, remember!”

The rest of the evening was uneventful. The kids helped unpack stuff, as I cooked a simple meal. We ate. We then played a few games of cards, but we were all tired after a long day. Soon we all started to yawn.
“Time to go to bed,” I announced, “let me get my pajamas.”
We all dug our nightwear out of our bags. Then I saw Rose look around, confused.
“Daddy, where can I change?”
I looked around. There was no privacy in here. Even the windows had no curtains at all. We'd have to create our own.
“We'll have to get privacy by giving it to each other. There are a few comfortable chairs on the patio. We'll turn them away from the cabin, facing the lake. Two of us sit on those chairs and promise not to look behind, then the third can get dressed inside the cabin. Just take turns until we're all done.”

Not long after I dropped on my bed and closed my eyes. I heard Aaron and Rose exchange some whispered words, but I didn't focus. Soon I was fast asleep.

Little swimmers

The next day started uneventful. Breakfast was late because I had to wait until everyone had finished changing out of their night clothes before I could finally start cooking. But eventually we all had our eggs, I had my coffee, the kids had tea, and we were sitting on the patio, in the sun, enjoying the food, the weather, and the great view over the lake in front of us, the mountains opposite the lake, and the thick and hilly forest behind the cabin.

“So, what do you kids want to do today?” I opened.
“Swimming!” was the immediate and unanimous response, so that was settled quickly.
“Okay, fine with me,” I smiled, “but we wash the dishes first, or we'll attract unwanted guests.”

“Daddy? Can you come in for a second?”
Aaron and I were in the chairs, chatting about nothing specific. Rose was in the cabin to change into her bathing suit. And then she asked me to come. She sounded distressed and I almost jumped out of the chair and ran into the cabin. Just in time I remember to respect her privacy.
“Coming! Can I turn around and come in already? Are you decent or should I wait?”
“You can come now. But please close the door behind you.”

I slipped in and then realized the reason for her distress. She was wearing her bathing suit. The same one she had used all through last summer. She was already growing out of it back then. By now, it simply was way too small. The fabric wrapped around her chest and back in what looked to be an extremely painful embrace. Her back was bent, it had to be. If she'd stand straight, she would either tear the fabric, or get inch-deep cuts in her shoulder.
I firmly locked my eyes at her face, knowing she'd probably have a visible camel toe. It was embarrassing enough for her already without me seeing the outline of her developing womanhood.
“My suit's too small, daddy,” she almost wailed, “I can't swim like this!”
“I see, sweetie. But why don't you use the new one? You did buy one with mommy just two weeks ago!”
“I know. But I messed up while packing. I just tossed the first swimsuit I found in my bag and didn't think to get the new one.”
I mentally apologized to Amber. I had mocked her so often when she was packing for the kids. I kept telling her to have more faith in them. Kept telling her that they'd manage quite well. And I had vigorously reminded her of that yesterday morning, as she waved us off and I just had to quip one more time about how well the kids had packed their own stuff without any supervision.
I pondered whether to actually extend that apology on return, or to swear the kids to secrecy and not let her know that I had been wrong and she had been right. Again.
But I'd think about that later. Right now, I had a problem to solve. Rose loved to swim. There's no way we would survive the week here if she had to sit by the side of the lake all the time.
I had to think on my feet now.

“Okay, you clearly can't swim in those. Can you wear something else instead? Perhaps shorts, and a shirt?”
“You told us to pack light, daddy!” she replied accusingly. “I have only one set of spare clothes. If I swim in them, they'll get wet. And the clothes I wore today are dirty, so I'll need the other set today after we finish swimming.”
“Okay. Then how about you wear your panties and your training bra?”
I saw her make a face and immediately continued: “And don't say we shouldn't see you in your underwear. I mean, we normally shouldn't, but in this case … Plus, there's not really that much difference between underwear or a bikini anyway.”
“I know, daddy,” she replied, lightly blushing, “but I can't. You know how mommy always says I have to wear my training bra outside of our house? And how I always say I don't like wearing it, because it itches? So because we're just the three of us here, just our house so to say, I decided not to pack any.”
I saw the tears well in her eyes. I wanted to hug her, but was not sure whether I could in her state of effective almost undress. But as the first tear rolled across her cheek, my fatherly instinct took over and I hugged her and held her.

She grabbed me close and we sat in silence for a while. Then she sniffed her nose, rubbed her hand across her watery eyes, and distanced herself from me.
“So now what?”
I shrugged.
“I have no idea, Rose. I know you really want to swim and I hate to keep you out of the water, but I can't tell you to go and swim topless, now can I? You're really getting too old for that. I guess, perhaps we could get in the car to buy one, but that's at least a three hour drive. Going there and back would ruin the whole day. And it's a very small village, no idea if they even sell swimwear there.”
I paused, pondering the option.
“But I guess, perhaps I'll just have to tell Aaron that our plans have changed?”

I got up and made for the door, to give Rose privacy to get out of the tight swimsuit and into her normal clothes. But then I heard her voice, more timid then ever before, behind me.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Rose?” I turned back towards her. She was fidgeting, nervous to speak her mind. “Just tell me sweetie,” I encouraged her.
“Don't you think it would be selfish of me to … ruin a whole day, because of a mistake I made myself?”
I sighed. “Sweetie, if there was a better way I'd choose it in a heartbeat. But I know you. Not swimming is not an option.”
After a long pause, looking at the ground, she continued in a barely audible whisper.
“Daddy, you said you can't tell me[/i] to swim topless. But … can I [i]choose to? If I want to?”
Even knowing how much Rose liked to swim, this still surprised me.
“But then … Rose, then Aaron and I would ...”
“See my breasts? Yes, daddy, I know. And I don't like it. But I'd hate it even more to not swim at all, or to ruin a day. Plus, it's not like I have much to look at anyway, they are only barely starting to grow.”

I saw her talk herself into it. And as she did, she got more enthusiastic.
“I don't know, Rose. I think it ...”
“Oh, please daddy. Please, let me. Pleeeaaaassseee?”
I heard her pleading voice, saw her tear-struck eyes, and my resistance melted.
“Okay, sweetie. But let me talk to your brother first, okay? Wait here until I call you.”
She nodded. A hand went to the strap of her suit, but she hesitated. Even though she just decided to swim topless, stripping with me still there was too awkward.
I turned and left, closing the door carefully behind me.

“Aaron? Listen, son. Rose only packed an old bathing suit that doesn't fit anymore. The only way for her to swim this week is in her underwear. And that's panties only. Do you think you can deal with it? And not be a dick about it?”
Aaron looked up in surprise. He took his time and hesitated as he finally replied.
“I understand what you are saying dad. And I promise, I won't tease her. But … but don't you think ...”
I waited for twenty seconds but he appeared stuck, searching for words. Finally my impatience took over.
“Come on, son. We don't have all day. Don't I think what?”
“Won't it be weird?” Aaron then blurted out, “I mean, seeing her … naked?”
“Okay, I understand your concern Aaron. But first of all, she won't be naked. Only topless. Second, she's only 11, there's not that much to see. And third, she's your sister. So, just … just don't look at her that way, okay? And don't make a fuss about it, please. It's only weird if we make it weird.”
He sighed. “Okay, dad.”

I turned my head towards the cabin, raising my voice.
“Rose? It's okay, dear. If you're ready, you can come.”

The door opened, and as Rose emerged I realized how futile my words to Aaron had been. I had not seen her naked for at least 7 years now, and it was nothing like before. She was sheer beauty, embodied in a blossoming girl.
I saw her well toned, nicely tanned legs, normally so smooth and perfect, now inundated with scratches and marks from yesterday's walk through the shrubbery. Above them were her hips, not yet widening, still marking her as a child, enclosed in her white girly panties with a paling rose petal pattern. Above that was her belly, so flat, so soft looking, with her cute outie belly button in the center.
And above that … I knew I shouldn't look, not like this, but I couldn't not look. Two small protrusions, not even the size of mandarins, protruded from her girly chest, ending in small brown areolas with little pointy nipples. Her white skin, contrasting with the deep tan on her shoulder, accentuated how rare it was for this part of her to be exposed.

I saw that Rose watched me watching her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Aaron, too, was openly ogling her. But Rose's attention was on me. I had to stop staring. I had to do what I could to normalize it. “Damnit, Kyle,” I thought, “she's your daughter for God's sake. Get a grip.”
I forced a smile and tried to control my voice.
“Good, I see you're ready to swim. Jump in when you want to. Aaron, you're next, the cabin is free.”
Aaron made a dash for the cabin. If he was thinking what I was thinking, then I understood that he needed to be somewhere where he could not see his sister. At least not until he mustered more self control.
I was glad to see Rose trot off towards the lake. With her out of sight, I tried to muster some control of my own. I fought down the temptation to look at Rose and check her butt.

Aaron's little problem

To keep myself busy I moved one of the deck chairs closer to the lake, in a nice shady spot. I went back to collect my book. It was getting hot and I wanted to change into my swimwear too, but Aaron had not yet emerged. He sure was taking his time.
I sighed as I stretched myself on the chair with my book and started reading. I was already on the third page as Aaron finally emerged. Now that puberty was hitting him hard, his torso was developing nicely. He looked at least twice as muscular as the last time I had seen him in his boardshorts, and I realized that in our next arm wrestling contest, I wouldn't have to fake as hard anymore to let him win.
“Cabin's all yours, dad, if you want to get some color on your milky white skin.”
“Cool. I'm melting here in my full dress.”
“Yeah, sorry for taking so long. I …. eehhmm … I had trouble finding my boardshorts.”
It was obviously an excuse he made up on the spot but I didn't press him.
“It's okay, son. Now get in the water and have fun. And be careful with Rose!”
He didn't respond as he ran off and jumped in the lake. And I knew I had not needed to say that last part. Even though he bickered with his sister as all brothers and sisters do, I knew he loved her to death and would never hurt her.

I leisurely retreated into the cabin and rummaged through my bag, looking for my own swimming trunks. But a very loud and very angry yell from Rose interrupted me.
“Daddy! Daahaaaadddyyyy! Do something! Aaron's perving on me!”
“No way!” That was Aaron. “I'm not! You're teasing and provoking me.”
I was already on the porch
“BOTH OF YOU. OUT OF THE WATER. COME HERE AND TALK!!” I bellowed.
I watched Rose and Aaron get out of the water and approach me, both expecting me to rule in their favor. The very obvious tent in Aaron's boardshorts was impossible to overlook, even without Rose pointing a finger and saying “See? See what a perv he is?”
Aaron's hand moved in front of his boardshorts, but his other pointed accusingly at his sister. Not at her chest, but lower. “Look daddy. See how she's provoking me.”
I looked and then I realized what he meant. Rose's panties were not designed to be used as swimwear. Now that they were wet, they were transparent. Not a bit, almost fully. I could see exactly how smooth and hairless her vulva was. I could see every detail of her little preteen slit. And I now fully understood Aaron's problem.

I took a deep breath as I worked out my strategy. Aaron would be first, I decided.
“Okay, sit down you two. Listen, Aaron. Rose doesn't deliberately provoke you. She forgot her swimwear, so underwear is her only option. And it's not her fault that her panties get transparent in the water.”
I was looking at Aaron as I said this, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed how Rose's hand shot down to cover her panties as she heard this.
“So I understand that, to you, it may look as if Rose is teasing and provoking you. But she isn't, not on purpose. You owe your sister an apology.”
Before he could answer, I turned to face Rose. Amber had taught me how effective it could be to give each child time to ponder your words while you berated the other child, showing you're not siding with either.

“And you, Rose. I know you're not doing this on purpose. But you have to be aware that you are turning into a beautiful young woman. Aaron is almost 15. When I was his age, I got hard when someone said the word “tits”. So, of course Aaron's body responds to seeing a girl as beautiful as you, almost naked. That's a normal, natural reaction. I'd take him to the doctor right now if he didn't respond like that. It doesn't mean he wants to do anything perverted with you. It only means that his body responds, automatically, exactly how a young man's body should respond when they see a girl as beautiful as you naked.”
I saw the anger in her face make place for pride as I stressed that it was her beauty that caused Aaron's erection.
“So I understand that you were confused and scared when you saw Aaron's erection but he can't help it and I'm sure he means you no harm. You owe your brother an apology.”

I turned back to Aaron, who by now was ready to respond.
“You are right, dad. I acted as if Rose does this just to get me. I forgot she didn't choose to, and that it's probably embarrassing for her. Sorry, Rose. I shouldn't have said that.”
And then, after a half second thought.
“And I'm also sorry about …,” he pointed downwards, “... about this. But it's true what dad says. I try to control it but I can't. Not when you show … when I see …”
Rose interrupted him.
“It's okay, big bro. After daddy's explanation, I understand. I should have remembered from sex ed. I actually already know it's an automatic thing for boys. And … I guess … perhaps even a compliment? It does show that you like … this, right?”
She arched her back forward a bit as she said that and pointed at her chest.
“Yeah …. guess so,” Aaron responded uneasily, as he hastily averted his eyes.
“Well. Thanks for the compliment then. And, sorry for calling you a perv. That was out of line. I'm really sorry, bro!”
They both got out of their chairs and approached each other for the hugs they always exchanged after a fight, but at the last second both stopped, and they ended up in an awkward handshake. Probably a better idea in this case.

“All good again?” I asked. “Ready to return to the lake?”
Aaron nodded, but didn't leave yet.
“All good,” Rose said, “but daddy, you said my panties get transparent in the water. How … how bad is it? Do you have a mirror?”
“I've got my shaving mirror,” Aaron proffered, as he dove into his bag.
“Totally bad, Rose,” I replied, “you could take them off and it wouldn't make a difference.”
Aaron handed her the mirror and she nodded.
“I see.” She pause to think, conflicted between two choices. Then she abruptly turned towards me. “Daddy, I packed light and that includes my underwear. When I swim in them, I need another one after, and I'll need to wash both. I'd rather have fun than wash panties. Since you say it doesn't make a difference … can I just take them off and save on the laundry?”
I realized that this would probably add to Aaron's ordeal, so I asked him.
“Aaron?”
He paused a second, then replied: “Well, it sure as h … sorry, I mean, it surely won't make my erections any less. But … if you are now okay with that, then I guess I shouldn't be the spoilsport.”
“Okay, then,” I shrugged, “permission granted if you accept Aaron's condition, Rose.”
“Thanks, daddy. And thanks, Aaron!”

I watched as she pushed down her panties, and quickly realized that I had been wrong. It was not the same. Not at all. Without them, she looked even sexier. It may have looked the same. But now, she deliberately exposed herself. Now, I knew that if I touched her there, I would actually have my hand on her preteen sex. Not that I planned to touch her, but still.
Rose turned to walk towards the lake. In the first sunny spot she found, she bent over to arrange her panties in the sun to dry. I gulped as I saw the two small and perfect white globes, saw how they parted slightly to reveal a small puckered hole. Beneath that I saw her labia between her legs.
“Damn it, Kyle,” I scolded myself mentally as I felt my dick stir in my pants. I forced myself to look away, to find my son staring in his sister's direction, mouth agape, his boardshorts obscenely tented.
I fought down the impulse to make a remark about it. I was all too aware that I had no right to speak. I was lucky to still be in my jeans so nobody saw how my dick was growing too. It would be unfair to chastise Aaron over it, and the subject was too sensitive for joking.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rose dive under water. And then finally Aaron snapped out of it. He looked my way, saw me looking at him and turned beet red. I decided to ignore it.
“So, you clearly have something more on your mind. What's the matter, son?”

I waited patiently as Aaron fidgeted, cleared his throat, opened his mouth to speak, shut it, looked at me as in a plea for help, then fidgeted some more.
“It's okay, Aaron. It's just the two of us. Whatever it is, I won't judge you. And nobody else will ever know.”
Finally he mustered the courage to start.
“Dad, I … I masturbate. At home I mean, not here. But normally, at home.”
“Of course you do. You're 14. All boys your age masturbate. Hormones ...”
Aaron brusquely interrupted my explanation.
“I know. Let me finish dad. I wanted to say, I do it a lot. At least twice a day, sometimes more.”
I opened my mouth to explain that this was normal too, but his hand motion told me to wait. I did.
“And I am used to masturbating that often. But yesterday, I didn't. I couldn't. We left early and we were in the car all day. And then I couldn't masturbate in bed, because I have no separate room and Rose would notice and freak out. There's no bathroom where I can rub one off under the shower. The outhouse is simply too small. I have now not masturbated for two days, and it's driving me crazy. And then, seeing Rose like that … Damn, I don't want to get horny over my sister. But I'm already horny and seeing her like that makes it worse. And now I'm afraid ...”
The last words had spouted out in rapid fire speed but now he paused. He didn't dare to finish his sentence.
“... afraid to do something bad if you don't get off?” I suggested. He nodded, looking depressed.
“I understand,” I said, “I've been young too, I know how it is to have hormones raging. But to be honest, you took very long to change into your swimwear. I thought you used that time to take care of business?”

I saw a hint of a smile reappear on Aaron's face. My recognition and acceptance of his problem clearly helped him.
“That was the plan, dad. But there was no good place. Yeah, I know nobody looked, though it still would have been weird with the open window and all. But the bigger problem is the mess I would have left. Imagine Rose finding it, and recognizing what it is.”
I nodded.
“So I just tried to wait it out. I didn't want to walk out with an erection, so I tried to think of other things, and waited to go soft. That's why it took so long.”

I chuckled, then hugged my son to wordlessly reaffirm that he's okay in my eyes, no matter what. And then I got serious. I realized I had to find a solution. Because even if he was only half as horny as I was at that age, he would be unable to resist his urges for the entire rest of the trip if we didn't manage to find a way for him to get his much needed release.
I smiled as I realized the obvious solution.
“Aaron, immediately behind the cabin, where the forest starts, there are a few places where you can hide between the trees. Nobody will see you there unless they are deliberately looking for you. Do you think you can masturbate there?”
“Honest dad? Make me wait just a few more hours and I could do it in the middle of Times Square and not give a fu … flying hoot about all thousands of people watching.”
“Well, we have no Times Square here, and it's just the three of us, and I suggest you do it without any audience. Just take care to check for snakes first. I don't think they come this close to the house, but better be sure!”
I'm not sure if Aaron even heard the last words. He was already on his way to get his much needed relief.

Rose needs help

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. The kids swam in the lake, except when I interrupted them with snacks or lunch. I alternated between playing with them or relaxing in the sun with a book. Aaron disappeared into the woods at least four times, but luckily Rose didn't ask about it. And she made no remarks about his frequent bulges either. I managed to keep my own erection suppressed, though that took more effort than I care to admit. I seriously regretted my decision to pack only a speedo for swimwear.

It must have been about four when Rose interrupted my reading.
“Daddy? Can we talk?”
I glanced around. Aaron was practicing free stroke, I knew he wanted to be in the swim team next year. Rose looked calm, there were no signs of impending doom. Except the tone of Rose's voice.
“Sure, sweetie. What's up?”
She didn't speak but trotted closer to the cabin, motioning for me to follow her.
“I know what Aaron is doing behind the cabin, daddy.”
“Oh.” I paused, then wanted to continue. “I'm sorry, Rose. I'm sure ...”
“It's okay daddy. I know how … things work for boys. I've had sex ed at school. I freaked out this morning because he's my brother, and it was unexpected. But you explained, and I understand now.”
“Okay. Good. But then why are you telling me this?”
“Well … It's ...” she was searching for words, clearly uneasy with what she wanted to say.
“It's okay, sweetie. It's just the two of us. Whatever it is, I won't judge you. And nobody else will ever know.” I repeated the words I had used on Aaron earlier today.

“Okay, then,” Rose whispered, “my problem is that I'm now getting horny too, daddy. Every time I see Aaron's bulge, I can't help but imagine how … it would look. And when he's back there, doing his … well, I just want to sneak behind him and look to see how it really looks. I know I'm too young. And I know he's my brother. But I can't help it. When I think about erections I get all tingly down there. And I want to masturbate and get my orgasm when I have those thoughts.”
She paused, and I sat there, looking right through her, deep in thoughts.
“Daddy? You okay? Not mad?”
I shook my head, no.
“Not mad, sweetie. I just needed some time to adjust. You're 11. I should have known this, it is normal. But in my mind you're still my little sweetie. My innocent girl. I need time to realize that you are already old enough to have sexual feelings, and to masturbate. It's normal, don't feel bad for your thoughts. This is my problem.”
“Oh, daddy!” Rose exclaimed, as she hugged me tightly, then kissed my cheek. I was very much aware how good it felt to have her two naked, small, soft mounds pressed firmly against my chest. I was very much aware of my now quickly growing bulge in my speedo.
“I'm still your sweetie, daddy. I'm still your princess. I'm growing up, but I'm also still the same.”

Rose let go off me and I desperately hoped she wouldn't notice my bulge as I tried to will my erection down.
“Okay, Rose. Thanks. And I understand what you are saying. But I don't understand why you are telling me. Clearly you know what Aaron does, and where he does it. Clearly you know how to masturbate yourself. You're a smart girl. You must have figured out you can go there too. When Aaron's not there, of course.”
“Yeah, I know. But I can't.”
“You can't? Why not?”
“I … I can't do it standing up, daddy. Or rather, I can but … Remember back in April when I fell in the shower? I didn't slip on the soap, as I told mommy. I had been masturbating. And then, as I had my orgasm, I fell. My legs get all wobbly when I cum. Every time. I always masturbate lying down. Or sitting, with good support so I can't slide down. If not, I'll fall.”
I just nodded. If her orgasms were as intense as her mother's, this made sense.
“I don't want to lie down in the wood. With all the pebbles, and dirt, and insects. And if I do it in the cabin someone might walk in and see.”
“And now you're asking me if I can find a solution for you?”
“No, daddy. I know the solution. But I need your help.”
“Anything for you sweetie. What do you want me to do.”
“I need you to hold me and support me, daddy. I want to go behind the cabin with you. I want you to sit on the ground, and I'll sit on your lap. And you'll hold me.”

“Rose! You can't ...”
“You said ‘anything’, daddy.”
“Yeah, but … Not that. No, Rose, that would be ...”
“Please?” I noticed how Rose's eyes started to water, “please, daddy. I'm really horny. If I don't do it now, I'll be so horny tonight that I can't stop touching myself in bed. And Aaron will hear that, and he'll know what it is. And the poor boy already is so horny, if he hears me masturbating, I'm afraid he'll … he'll …”
A sob interrupted her words, and then she just looked at me pleadingly.
I'm too soft. Amber often tells me. Especially with Rose. I've never been able to tell her no, not when she is so sad, so desperate, as she was now.
“Are you sure, are you really sure that there's no other way, Rose?”
“I wish there was, daddy. I know it's embarrassing to you. But … for me too, you know. You think I like the idea? I don't. But I really see no other way.”
I sighed. Deeply.
“Well. Okay then.”
If I had expected her to be happy, I was wrong. I saw relief but also trepidation. She clearly had not lied about her own embarrassment at this.

I looked at the lake again. Aaron was still practicing. He had switched to breast stroke. I had no idea how long this would take; I hoped not too long. I hoped we'd be back before he noticed our absence.
“Come, Rose. Follow me.”
Once behind the cabin, I searched until I found a spot that was secluded enough that we would not be immediately visible even if Aaron would come looking for us. I sat down on the damp grass, my back leaning against an old oak. I decided that cross-legged would be best.
I looked over Rose who was waiting until I had settled. I couldn't help but admire her youthful, innocent beauty. Those two small bumps, wannabe breasts. Were her nipples pointing out more than before? Her belly, her legs, her vulva, so young, so perfectly smooth. Her slit, unopened, girly looking, the very picture of innocence. Yet knowing what she was about to do made me very much aware of the treasures hidden in between her folds.

“Okay, you can sit on my lap now.”
“Hold me, daddy? One hand on my shoulders, the other around my belly? I think that even sitting on your lap, I might fall.”
I held her as instructed. I took great care not to have any hand, any finger near those enticing little hills. But I did hold her and support her as instructed. I felt the smoothness of her skin. She felt warm. Was that just the sunlight soaked into her skin or was she feeling hot already? I wanted to move my fingers, to stroke and caress her. But I held still.
Rose leaned her back into my chest. Her head rolled back, supported by my right shoulder and leaning against my right cheek. I felt a closeness I had not felt since she was a toddler and she slept in between Amber and me, safe in my strong arms, whenever a thunderstorm scared her.
“Close your eyes daddy. I don't want you to watch.”
I had closed them already. I didn't want to watch. This was awkward enough already.

For a while nothing happened. But then I heard a decisive intake of air, and I felt movement. I knew that she was now moving one hand to her crotch. Or two? Was her other hand on her chest?
I didn't look. But even with my eyes closed I saw, in my mind, how her hand stroked her little breastlet. Saw her fingers close around that sensitive nipple. Saw a finger enter in her mouth, then return to her breast and spread some slippery saliva on that nice, brown areola.
With my eyes closed, I imagined how her other hand moved over her vulva, down to her slit. Imagined how she extended one finger, pushed it into that slit, prying the walls aside. How would it look? Would her inner labia be small? Big? Would her clit stand out or be hidden? And what was she doing now, was she rubbing her clit? Or perhaps she had a finger inserted in her deepest treasure and was now pumping in and out.
I inhaled and, though hardly possible, I was convinced I sensed the smell of her juices.
I wasn't sure whether keeping my eyes closed actually made things any easier for me.

The movements of Rose's shoulders betrayed that, whatever it is she did with her hand, it was speeding up. I heard her breathing speed up. She started to pant, and as the panting increased she gradually became louder.
“Hmmm, Hnnng” was what I heard at first. But then it changed to “Ahhh, Yeeah. Ooohh yes. Hrraph. Harumppf”
“Shh,” I suggested, “try to be quiet, Rose.”
I felt her turn her head, and then her mouth was in my neck, which did indeed smother her sounds.
As she got more and more excited, her body started to shake and shiver. I felt her skin get wet with sweat. My hand on her stomach felt how contraction after contraction rippled through her body.
And as her body squirmed and shook, I felt Rose's soft buttocks squash against my speedo. I tried to keep control, didn't want to get hard. I was afraid Rose would notice and freak out. But the situation was too sensual, The continuous massage of Rose's butt against my manhood was too sexy. I was unable to control this, and I felt how my speedo got tighter and tighter as my manhood struggled to break free from its confines and stand to attention.

And then, finally, I felt how Rose's body tensed. She arched her back. I felt her mouth open in my neck, but there was no sound anymore. Not even breathing. She just kept still for multiple long seconds, and then I heard a muffled scream in my neck, and felt her body go limp as I felt warm fluid run across my speedo.
Her whole body went limp. She had been right, if I had not supported her she would have fallen. I opened my eyes to check if she had fainted. She had not. She looked directly into my eyes, and I saw relief and happiness and gratefulness and most of all pure joy.
“Thanks, daddy,” she sighed, “I really needed that.”
And then she kissed my on my cheek.
“You're the best. Mind if I sit a bit longer? That was a really strong one, I don't think I can stand already.”
“No problem,” I replied. I didn't mind some extra time, to try to will my dick back to normal size before she'd get up.
And so I sat, cross-legged against a tree in nothing but my speedos, holding my naked 11 year old daughter in my lap, who was still glowing from her orgasm. And I was fairly sure that the wet spot in my speedos was not lake water. And not pre-cum either, at least not all of it.

But then Rose got up.
“Okay, I can walk now. And I should be good for the rest of the day. Again, thanks daddy.”
I got up too, ready to return to the lakefront with her. Hoping Aaron was still exercising and had not noted our absence.
“Let me go first, daddy. I think you want to stay here and ...”, she hesitated, “... take care of your business.”
I automatically looked down. Was I still hard? No I wasn't. Then why?
“What do you mean, Rose?”
“Daddy, I'm not a child anymore. I know things. I may be 11 and your daughter, but I just sat on your lap, naked, and masturbated until I came. If that had no effect on you then … how did you say that earlier today? Then you need to see a doctor right now? So I will now walk to the lake. And you will stay here, wait until I'm out of sight, and then you can jack off or whatever you call it.”
She didn't wait for me to answer. She just turned and walked away. And I stared after her, admiring the smooth movements of her amazing ass.

As soon as she disappeared around the corner of the cabin, I pushed down my speedos. My cock sprang free, standing at full mast already. I closed my hand around my length. As I started stroking, I closed my eyes and recalled the picture of Rose's girlish boobies. Of her vulva, that perfectly smooth, still fully hairless mound, and the droplets of girl juice I had seen on her labia before she turned and walked away.
Within less than 30 seconds, I felt my balls contract, and then I released spurt after spurt of my sticky sperm into the air.

Take a hike

The weather looked worse the next day. It was dry, but cloudy and chilly. Too cold for swimming, but a perfect day for a long hike. Rose nodded enthusiastically as I suggested the idea. Aaron merely shrugged. “Not like I've got anything better to do.”
I smiled inwardly. I knew, once we'd get to the difficult parts of the trails he'd start to enjoy it. He always loved physical challenges, especially now that he was starting to get stronger than his dad. Plus, Rose would probably need help here and there. I'd let him handle it. Being the stronger, protective brother always softened his mood.

Soon we were all dressed for the hike, and we made for the start of the trail. It went exactly as I predicted. Both children have a thing for nature, so before long they were walking together, pointing out insects and birds and plants that struck their eye. As the path got steeper, I had to slow down. Aaron regularly lent a hand to Rose if she needed help, and even in spite of her slowing him down, they had to wait for me a few times. I noticed Aaron's satisfied look. I also noticed that swallowing down my pride was harder than I had expected.

After an hour or so of climbing, we reached a clearing at the top of a hill. We stopped and looked around, enjoying the view. It was still cool, but the sky had cleared up, giving us an excellent view of the entire area. We could see the lake, in the direction where we had come from, with our little cabin standing by its shore. On our left side was a slowly meandering river. To the right and in front, nothing but more woods and more hills. I raised a finger to my lips, and as the kids stopped their chatter I took a moment to enjoy the perfect silence, occasionally broken by the chirping of a bird or the humming of an insect.

“Wow,” Aaron finally whispered, “this is really awesome.”
Rose said nothing, but nodded.
“That's nature, kids. I'm glad to see you both understand what it's about.”
Aaron sighed and nodded. I gave myself and them a few minutes more, but then broke the magic.
“Time to make a decision, kids. The path branches to the left and to the right. Or we can head back now. Aaron, Rose, your preference?”
Going back was out of the question, that much they agreed on. Aaron preferred the path to the right, deeper into the wood. Rose preferred the left, down to and then along the river. I had to break the tie.
“Well, now that the clouds have broken it will get warmer. There's more shade to the right, so that's where we go.”

We descended the hill, leaving the water behind, entering deeper into the woods. The leaves closed above us, shutting out the sun. We welcomed the cooler air as we progressed deeper into the heavy forest.
Apart from the odd whispering as one of us pointed out something they saw to the others, the silence was interrupted only by the songs of the birds, the buzzing of insects, and our own footsteps. I was trailing a bit as the kids stopped and waited for me to catch up.
“What's that, dad?” asked Aaron, as he pointed to a spot in the tree in front of us.
“I think it's a bees' nest.”
“Do you think it's abandoned?” Rose whispered.
“Could be, but not sure. It's the middle of a hot day. Perhaps the bees are inside to stay cool and will come out again later.”

And then, suddenly, things went fast. Very fast.
Rose took a tentative step forward. She stepped on a dead branch on the floor, that snapped under her weight. That sound must have alerted some bees. A few emerged from the nest, then quickly followed by more and more, quickly forming into what I could only interpret as a defensive structure around their nest.
“Careful, Rose,” I commanded, “retreat slowly, they're defending.”
Rose took a slow step back. Then another. And then, at the third, she tripped and fell backwards on the ground. Aaron instinctively jumped forward to catch her. The bees obviously took this sudden move towards them as aggression. Their formation changed, and as they emitted an angry humming sound, the entire swarm rushed toward my son.
“Run!” I yelled, “Run back as fast as you can!”
I saw Aaron help Rose get up, but he was too slow. So I jumped in front of the two children, waving my arms frantically to detract the bees and keep the children safe. I felt my hands hit bees mid-air, felt stings in my hands, but at least I kept them away from the kids for now. And from my face.
“All clear!” I heard my son behind me.
I kept waving a few seconds longer, then turned tail and ran as fast as I could. The bees followed me at first. I felt a few sharp stings in my neck, but then the angry humming behind me fell silent, the stings stopped, and I collapsed next to my children on the leafy floor.

“Thanks, dad.” Aaron mumbled, while holding Rose who was sobbing on his shoulder.
I looked at my hands. Stingmarks. Dozens, if not more.
“Grab the water flasks, son. You'll need to help me. Get out as many stingers as you can and try to wash out the venom. Start in my neck, then my hands. Leave one flask of water for us to drink on the way back.”
I blurted the instructions as I felt a numbing feeling start to spread from my neck to my head. Luckily Aaron got to work immediately, and not long after that Rose starting on my left hand as Aaron was still busy cleaning the stings in my neck as good as possible. I felt lips on my neck, and I realized Aaron tried to suck as much venom out as possible. Smart boy.
The burning sensation in my neck soon stabilized, and Aaron moved to my right hand. But my neck and head still felt numb. I was tired. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But I knew I had to stay awake. I simply had to.

“Okay, good enough,” I brusquely interrupted the children. I had to get moving. I knew that if I remained seated any longer, I'd not get up anymore. “We need to get back to the cabin. Help me get up, please?”
They did. And not only that. Aaron held me and supported most of my weight as I stumbled my way back up the hill. I wanted to express my gratitude, but my brain was unable to form words. I had to focus just to keep walking. Keep walking. Lift right foot. Move forward. Put right foot down. Now the left foot. Repeat.
Finally the dim light in the forest started to light up. Finally we reached the top of the hill, the open sunlight. We still had a long way to go, but at least it would now be downhill.

I felt Aaron lifting my weight. Guiding me. He knew the way. I didn't need to pay attention. I only needed to keep moving. I closed my eyes to shut out the bright sunlight. Left foot. Right foot. I felt dizzy, my head felt light. It was as if I was floating. And then I felt a thump against my head, heard Rose gasp … and then nothing.

What's up, doc?

I opened my eyes, tried to focus. So much light. So much white. So blurry.
And then a face. Aaron's face. And another, Rose. I strained more, finally found enough focus to read their expressions. Concern, but also relief and happiness.
I looked around. I was in a bed in what appeared to be a doctor's office. I tried to get up, but Aaron pushed me back.
“Wait, dad. Keep down. Relax. Rose, can you fetch Doc Hannaby?”
Rose disappeared from my view. I heard a door open and close.
“What happened?” is what I wanted to say. But my mouth had other ideas, and my ears heard my own voice mumble “whuh hephuh”.
“Shhh,” Aaron said, while pressing a finger against my lips, “wait for the doctor, dad.”
I tried to brush his hand away, and that's when I first noticed that my hand was completely wrapped in bandages. I slowly started to remember. Something with … bees? Stinging me?
Oh shit.

At least my eyes were working now. I saw the door open. Rose returned, followed by a man in his forties, wearing the white coat that all doctors wear.
“Welcome back, mister Jenkins. That was quite the scare!”
As he spoke, he pushed a needle under my skin, and I felt a cold fluid spread. Soon my head cleared up and the numbness gave way.
“Where am I? What happened?” This time the words did come out as intended.
“Well, let me start by saying, sir, that you can be proud of your children. It's safe to say that they saved your life today.”

I then finally heard what had happened. The kids explained how they had almost dragged me up the hill, as my condition visibly deteriorated. How I had fainted just after reaching the top of the hill, and they had not been able to get me up again. How they then, together, had carried me all the way back to the cabin, and then into our car. How Aaron had driven the car along the dirt road, with Rose constantly checking her phone until she had a signal and could called a doctor. And then they had waited there for the doctor to pick us up in his own car.
“I didn't dare to drive any further myself, dad. We were still on the dirt trail, but close to the road, where we would have other traffic. That would be too dangerous.”

“Your children did everything right, mister Jenkins. So I met them there, did some emergency treatment in the car while my assistant drove us here, where I could properly examine and treat you. You've been bitten by a lot of bees, sir. And it turns out you have a rather severe allergy. If your kids had not sucked out the venom from your neck ...” he shook his head.
“But even so, your hands are in a really bad shape. And there's not much we can do, except apply ointment and keep them wrapped up, until they heal. Your daughter has volunteered to learn how to clean your hands, reapply ointment, and wrap them back up. So she'll be your personal nurse for the time being.”
Then, after checking his watch, he grabbed some instruments.
“Okay, that injection should have taken by now. Let's see ...” His voice died down as he started feeling my pulse, listening to my lungs and heart, taking my temperature, and who knows what else.

“Good!”
The doctor sounded genuinely happy and a bit surprised.
“Much better than expected. You're recovering fast. Your hands will need a few days, but otherwise you're okay. I think I can release you already. But I need to ask, what are your plans now? Do you need help?”
I looked at the children.
“My plans? Oh, shit. I'm sorry kids, but I think our holiday is now over. We need to ...”
But at that point Rose interrupted me.
“No, daddy, please not. Please can we return to the cabin? I know how to take care of you. Aaron and I can do the chores. We were having so much fun!”
“Plus,” Aaron then chimed in, “how were you even planning to drive home with your hands wrapped up like that?”
I looked at my hands, completely covered in bandages. He had a point.

“Okay. You convinced me. We can stay. But …,” I authoritatively raised my hands before they could start to cheer, “… I do expect you two to deliver on your promise. I can't do anything. You two will have [/i]to do the work. And no bickering or arguing, or I [i]will find a way to get us back home!”
“Yes, daddy!” “Thanks dad!” the kids responded, as Rose hugged me and Aaron patted my arm.
“I may be out of line with this, but I think you made the right choice, sir. They are good kids. It will be my pleasure to drive you back to your cabin.”
I guess he was out of line, but I just smiled at the doctor and nodded my agreement.

I wondered why the doctor's assistant joined us as we all got in the car. But then, as we arrived at the dirt road where my car was still parked along the road, Aaron gave her my keys so she could drive our car behind the doctor's. Aaron chattered about how difficult it had been to drive the car there, all by himself. But he had managed. He had risen to the occasion. I was so damn proud of him. Heck, of both my children.
We got out of the car, and I noticed how the doctor and Aaron each supported me on one side as we walked the final stretch uphill towards the cabin. I wanted to wave them away but then realized how tired I was, how heavy my legs were, so I gratefully accepted their help.

They helped me on my bed. Rose untied my laces to take my shoes off my feet.
I closed my eyes. In the background I heard the doctor speak to Aaron and Rose, as I felt my shoes drop off my feet, and then a blanket pulled over me. I was fast asleep before the doctor and his assistant had even left the cabin.

Nurse Rose and mister Jenkins

I slept all through what little was left of the afternoon, the evening, and the night. I didn't even wake up as Rose replaced the bandages, and applied new ointment before she went to sleep herself.
The next morning I felt refreshed. My hands tingled like crazy but I felt surprisingly good otherwise. I smiled as the children greeted me. They were cheerful and busy. Aaron was cooking water for tea and coffee, and Rose was making a stack of sandwiches.
“Morning daddy!”
“Morning, kids. I'm not sure I told you yesterday, but I'm really damn proud of you. Both of you.”
“You did tell us yesterday, but we figured it had to be the drugs speaking,” Aaron joked, “Glad you still feel that way, dad.”
We ate. Rose had to feed me, as I had fed her when she was a little baby. My hands simply were of no use at all, I could not even hold a fork. Nor the coffee cup, so Rose had to help me with that as well. And she did so without spilling a drop, and with endless patience.

“Okay, I'll wash the plates,” Aaron volunteered after breakfast. “You need to put new ointment on dad's hands.”
Rose gently took my hand to start removing the bandages, then suddenly made a face.
“Daddy, you're still in the dirty clothes you wore yesterday. You stink. You'll need a shower.”
“But the doctor said I can't get water on the bandages. I don't think I can shower now.”
“Not by yourself, daddy. But I can help. Cleaning your hands might even be easier in the shower. Aaron! Can you find me some towels? Daddy needs a shower.”
And without even waiting for me to reply, she was already unbuttoning my shirt.

Not much later, I was down to my briefs and Rose and I were in the small shower cubicle behind the cabin. I figured it would be barely possible to fit in there together, and I had no idea how Rose would avoid getting wet. Apparently she had the same idea, and a simple solution. She calmly stripped off her own shirt and shorts, then started to push her panties down.
“Rose, what are you…?”
She just shrugged.
“I don't want to get my clothes wet. Not enough spares. And you've already seen it anyway, when we were swimming.”
I tried to suppress a gulp as she casually stepped out of her panties, exposing her smooth, fleshy vulva to me again.

And then she slipped her hands under the band of my own briefs.
“No, wait, what are you…”
Rose sighed, clearly annoyed now.
“Daddy, I need to shower you. Remember, I'm your nurse. So get over yourself and man up. It's not like I've never seen a…”
Her voice died as her eyes almost glued to my dick. It was still soft, due to my mind focusing hard on dung and mathematics.
“…penis before.” Rose then whispered. “Gee, reality is not the same as internet, I guess.”
But then she stood upright, forced her eyes back up.
“So let's do this. Nurse Rose and mister Jenkins. Give me your hands, daddy, so I can remove the bandages.”

I focused on my hands, tried to distract my mind from the fact that Rose and I were both fully nude now. I felt Rose's soft hands carefully unwrap my hands. And I gasped as I got my first look at the severely damaged and blistered skin. The pain killers the doctor had left for me must be a lot stronger than I first suspected. My hands looked really terrible; I was glad not to have to endure that without the soothing drugs.
I expected Rose to faint, or run, or anything, at the sight of my battered hands. But she didn't. She just smiled.
“Looking much better already,” she mumbled contently, as she carefully removed the last layers of cloth.
Much better? Then how on earth had they looked yesterday?

“Okay, time to get in the shower, daddy.”
Rose started the flow of water and we stepped in.
“Try to keep your hands away from the water, daddy. I'll wash you first and clean your hands last.”
I turned my back to her and she distributed soap all over my back, then washed it off again.
She grabbed some more soap, and then I felt her soapy hands on my buttocks. She lathered one, then the other, then traced the gap with a finger, pushing the soap in.
“You can't wipe yourself now and I don't want you to get infected. Can you bend over, daddy?”
I sighed, but I knew she was right so I complied. Her hands gently parted my ass cheeks, as she washed my crack with her soft and soapy fingers. I groaned and my dick started to grow as her finger pushed gently against my sphincter, traced a circle, then moved on.

“Done. Time for your front. Turn around, daddy.”
I hesitated. My dick was at half mast and I didn't want to scare my young daughter.
“Come on, daddy. Hurry up, or we'll run out of warm water before we're done.”
I sighed and turned around. I saw Rose's eyes shoot down, go wide momentarily, then return hastily to my face. But she said nothing, and instead started soaping my chest.
The cubicle was tiny. Rose was incredibly close, and there was no way for me not to be aware of her nudity. To see the two little bumps on her chest. To admire her soft skin. Her vulva, so smooth, so hairless, so immature. Seeing that, feeling her soft soapy hands caress my chest, didn't help to fight down my erection. Instead, it continued to slowly grow.
Rose finished my chest, squatted, and got to work on my legs. Feeling her hands on my thighs, almost grazing my ballsack, was all that was needed to make my cock reach its full hardness.

And then I saw Rose look at my crotch. She hesitated for one long second.
“Sorry, daddy,” she mumbled, as she quickly moved her hands up and down along the shaft of my hard dick, pulling my foreskin down and back up in the process. Then one more time.
“Clean enough?” she asked.
I fought down the desire to say no. To ask her to continue. Feeling her hands on my dick was one of the best things in my life. It was so taboo, so dirty, and yet at the same time so sexy. To Rose it was not sexual at all, at least that's what I hoped but didn't dare to ask. She was just cleaning me. But all I could think of now is how good it would feel to have her continue, stroke my dick until I'd come, until I'd cover her in rope after rope of my sticky cum.
“Yes, clean enough. Thanks.” I croaked instead. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time as she stood up. I tried to avoid looking at her naked body, focused her face instead. Was I mistaken or were her cheeks rosier than normal?

“Okay, time for your hands. This might hurt, daddy. Better brace yourself.”
It did hurt. A lot. Just feeling the water hit my hands as I held them under the shower was like hell. And it got even worse as Rose rubbed them to clean the dirt, the blood, the dander, and the old ointment away. She was as careful and as gentle as she could, but it was all I could do to not cry out in pain.
Finally, finally, Rose was done washing my hands, drying them off, reapplying a generous amount of ointment, and covering them in new bandages. I just stood there, still naked just like her but my erection was completely gone. I was shaky, I had to lean against the wall, and I felt how watery my eyes were.
Rose suddenly ran inside the cabin, then came back with my painkillers.
“Stupid, I should have given you these before.”
“It's okay, Rose. You did fine. I hardly felt a thing.” I lied.
“Thanks, daddy,” she replied, then kissed my cheek, “but you're a lousy liar.”
I just smiled.

“It's going to be a hot day again, daddy. Do you want pants or your speedo? And a shirt or not?”
“Just speedo, sweetie,” I sighed. Damn, I was so tired again.
I did manage to lift my legs in time, to make getting me dressed not harder for Rose than it already was. And then I stumbled rather than walked to the nearest chair and dropped down in it. Rose ran into the cabin, returned with my book and put it on the table next to me. I looked out over the lake. Aaron was already playing. Then Rose, still naked as the day she was born, ran to the shore and dove in. As I closed my weary eyes, I felt how the pain in my hands slowly started to subside.

Mutual pleasure

“Daddy?”
The sound of Rose's voice slowly reached my foggy brain, as I emerged from my slumber. I tried to cling to the memory of a fleeting dream. I couldn't recall the details but I felt happy and aroused so it must have been a nice, erotic dream.
I sighed as I opened my eyes. Rose was standing next to my chair. Still naked, Still gorgeous. Has she been in my dream? Gosh, I hoped not.
“Hi Rose. How long have I slept?”
Rose shrugged, then demonstratively looked at her watch-less wrist.
“No idea, daddy. Quite a while. Aaron has gone behind the cabin twice already. He still thinks I don't know what he's doing there. I'll just keep it that way, why embarrass him?”
She smiled.
“But I do know, and it has made me super horny again. Can you help me again, daddy? Like the other day?”

Not much later we were back in the same spot as two days before. I was once again sitting, cross-legged, with Rose on my lap. Once more, my eyes were closed, and I tried to ignore how soft and warm my daughter felt. Tried not to notice the movements as she fondled her immature sex. Tried not to hear her fast breathing, her gentle moaning.
But in my mind, I saw only the sensitive smoothness of her skin. The innocence of her developing breasts. The sexiness of her virgin slit. And then I thought back about this morning, under the shower. How her hands had felt on my skin, as she washed me. How I almost, almost had sprayed gobs of gooey sperm all over her as she had cleaned my dick.
I tried to fight it but I failed. I got hard. Rock hard. She must have felt my hard erection poke her in her crack, with only the cloth of my speedo preventing full skin contact. She must have felt it pulse and twitch and jerk as my rock hard dick strained to find space in the tight speedo. But she only moaned harder, and then I felt how she sped up her movements. She arched her back, a loud moan escaped her mouth as a girlish orgasm washed all over her. For two, three seconds she held perfectly still, and then her body went limp and collapsed in my lap.

Just like the other day, I tried to will my erection down as Rose took her time to recover. But this time I failed. The memory of our morning shower, of her soft fingers on my shaft, was too recent. Too vivid. And now I had her on my lap, totally naked, recovering from her self-induced orgasm.
I couldn't resist the desire to open my eyes and look at her again. From my vantage point, I could look down over her chest. I saw beads of sweat glisten in the sun on her smooth skin. I saw her pointy nipples, fully erect. I saw her hand, still resting in her lap, covered in her fluids.
Instead of going down, my dick merely twitched again, and again. I hoped Rose would not notice. But as it twitched a third time, she giggled, then opened her eyes, looked into mine, and smiled.
“Thanks, daddy. I needed that.”
She then winked and smiled a naughty smile.
“And you clearly need your alone time now, so I'll just leave you to it.”
She stood up, looked a bit too long at the obscene bulge in my speedo, then turned to leave.

And then she stopped still and turned back towards me.
I looked at her questioningly. I knew that look on her face. She was pondering something and she'd talk when she had made up her mind.

“Daddy, I'm stupid. And I'm sorry.” she finally blurted.
“What? Why?”
“I was about to leave you alone. Like the last time. So you can … well, you know. But I forgot about your hands. You can't. Not right now.”
I smiled encouragingly. I had realized the same thing already but had planned not to say anything.
“That's true. But it's okay. I don't need to.”
Rose looked down at the still very obvious erection in my speedo.
“I know,” I quickly said, cutting her off before she could even speak, “but it will go down again. Eventually.”
Rose paused for a full minute. Then she shook her head.
“No, daddy. This is not okay. You got horny this morning in the shower, and you were not able to fix it. Now I got you horny again, because you helped me get off. It's only fair if I now help you get off.”

And before I could even react, she was already on her knees before me, peeling down my speedos. Her eyes bulged as my rock hard dick sprang free, slapping my belly before dropping down again, pointing straight at her cute little face.
My brain told me I needed to stop this. But my body didn't cooperate. I looked down, as I saw Rose inspect my fat erection from all angles, taking the time to really inspect all the details of my manhood. Probably the first erection she had ever seen.
Finally, I managed to produce some words. “Rose, you shouldn't ...”
“Shhhh, daddy. Don't. I know this is awkward. Masturbating on your lap is awkward too. But I needed it and you helped. And now you need help. Awkward or not, it's now my turn to help you.”
Hesitantly, my preteen daughter wrapped her fingers around my shaft. A shudder ran through my body, as my dick twitched enthusiastically.
“Tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?”

Rose slowly pulled back my foreskin to expose my dickhead. She once more took a few seconds to study it. Then her hand moved back, pushing the skinny covers back over my dickhead. But not for long. Slowly at first, then later picking up pace, Rose moved her hand up and down, stimulating me, driving me crazy. I stopped resisting. I gave in to the feeling. I looked down at my beautiful daughter, I once more admired her perky breasts, her soft skin. I so wished I had no bandages, because I longed to have my fingers on her nipples, to feel the smoothness and warmth of her pale skin.
My head nearly exploded from the conflicting feelings. Guilt for allowing an 11 year old to masturbate me. And not just any 11 year old, my own daughter. But on top of that guilt was the sheer joy of her soft fingers on my dick. Of the innocent beauty of her unripe body. Of seeing the sly smile on her face every time my dick twitched.

The taboo added to the guilt, but added to the pleasure at the same time. So much that it didn't even take long for Rose to get me there. Soon, all too soon, I felt my balls contract.
“Cumming!” I announced.
I had expected Rose to move away, but I was wrong. Her eyes opened wide, curious to see what it would look like. She continued pumping my shaft with her hand. And then, with a loud grunt, I came. I felt the heat as my sperm shot through my tube, then into the air. I saw the first rope land straight onto Rose's face. The second and third went to her chest, covering her little mounds in my sperm. The fourth one, less forceful than its predecessors, landed on her stomach, and the last few weak drops dropped on the leafy ground, right in front of my feet.

“Wow!” I heard my daughter exclaim, “that was fun!”
Not exactly the words I expected out of an 11 year old who just received a surprise facial. I wanted to voice my surprise but I wasn't done panting yet.
“Watching your face as I rubbed you … you looked so happy, daddy! Do I look like that when I rub myself? And then, when you … when you … when you cummed … is that how you say it? … when all the sperm shot out and then it hit me and … wow!”
I smiled at her waterfall of words. I had my breath back under control but I decided to just let her chatter.
“It's all so warm, and gooey, and odd. It feels weird.”
As she said that, she rubbed her finger through the drops of cum that were slowly flowing down across her chest and abdomen, rubbed it in her skin. I watched, amazed, as she brought her finger to her nose to smell it. And then she even stuck her finger in her mouth to test the flavor.
“Hmmm, not bad,” she said, then tasted another drop, “not as good as pizza but I could get used to this.”
She fell silent as used her fingers to try to rub off most of my sperm, but effectively only distributed it all over her pretty little body.

“Can we do that again, daddy?”
I smiled at her enthusiasm. But I was also surprised. And relieved. Wasn't this supposed to be traumatizing? Was she not supposed to be scarred for life now? She didn't look scarred. She looked happy.
And perhaps a bit disappointed when she saw my penis deflating to its resting state.
“Sorry, Rose. Men, especially my age, need rest after ..”
I cut myself short as I realized what I was about to say.
“I mean, no. No, Rose. We should not do that again. It's wrong.”
“Wrong? But, why? I liked doing it. You liked it. Right? You did like it, didn't you?”
“Very much, Rose. But we should still not do it again.”
“Why not?”
“You're too young, Rose.”
Angrily she waved her still sperm-coated finger right under my nose.
“I just did it. Doesn't that prove that I'm old enough?”
How the hell do you argue with that kind of logic? I tried another approach.
“I'm your father, you're my daughter. It's incest.”
“Yeah, I know. But it's not like I'm marrying you. Or having your baby. I'm just rubbing you, same as I rub myself. And as you would rub yourself, if you could. We're just having fun together. Why would that be wrong?”
I sighed, then fell back to the words I once, long ago when I was still in puberty, swore never to use on my own children.
“Because I say so, Rose. That's why. You'll understand later.”
I didn't believe it myself. Her words had planted a seed and I was now myself questioning why I had always considered this to be bad.

I plopped back in my chair as I saw Rose dive into the lake and swim with forceful strokes to where her brother was working out. One tickle attack was all it took to interrupt his training. Soon the two were playing again. The few times Aaron had to retreat, Rose winked at me. But she remained in the water, playing by herself, until Aaron returned and they played more. All was normal.
Except for that nagging doubt in my brain. That little corner in the back of my head that kept telling me that if something feels so good for me, if it makes Rose so happy, then surely it cannot be wrong.

Children don't listen

The next day started very similar to the one before. This time I had not crashed without changing. Rose had helped me in my pajamas. And I still wore them at breakfast.
“Daddy,” Rose announced in between bites of her scrambled eggs. Aaron had overcooked them a bit but they were still good. “Cleaning your hands worked well under the shower yesterday. We'll do it that way again today.”
It was not a question. It was an announcement. Nurse Rose, telling her patient that she had made her decision.
And then that same nurse Rose gave me a new dose of my painkillers. “Thirty minutes until full effect. We should be in the shower by then.”

I vowed to myself to keep my little head down in the shower, no matter what. Things had gone too far yesterday. I had to get control back.
But whether coincidence or not, when washing my back Rose kept bumping into me, and each time I felt her two soft mounds press against me.
“Stay down,” Rose said, as she needed a suspicious long time to clean my buttocks, my crack, and my rosebud. I moaned lustfully as she accidentally applied a bit too much pressure and her finger slipped in. And when it happened a second and third time, I really no longer believed it was accidental.

“Time for your front side, daddy.”
I turned, and I noticed how Rose licked her lips. I expected that, like yesterday, she would wash my face and chest first, then my legs. And if she then would go for my penis again, I'd have to stop her.
But I had been wrong. Rose had other plans.
The second I turned and faced her, her right hand closed firmly around my cock and started to wank me, while her left hand gently cupped a heavy ball in my sack.
“Rose, no. I told you.”
“Ssshhh, daddy. I enjoyed it yesterday. I want it. And no matter what you say, your face tells me you like this. You want this too, deep inside.”
The voice in the back of my head returned. See? She wants this. She likes this. Stop thinking this is bad. Just enjoy it.
And enjoy it I did. Damn, she was a fast learner. She had clearly picked up on my responses yesterday, and she was now doing all the things I like most.

I closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure she was giving. But then I opened them again to admire her beauty. So pure. So innocent. So … wrong. And yet it felt right, so right.
“Oh my God. Rose, dear Rose, you are making me feel so good.” I complimented my daughter. She beamed as she picked up the pace. One hand stroking my hard shaft. Another hand back in my buttcrack, a finger pushing against my anus, demanding entry. I groaned.
“Oh, yeah. Yes, Rose. Yes, push it in.”
I didn't know how she knew that some men like anal stimulation. I didn't ask what gave her that idea. I just enjoyed the bliss as my own daughter's finger slowly but deliberately sought entry in my anus, while she relentlessly stroked my rock hard cock.
“Like this, daddy? Do you like it like this? Does this feel good for you?”
“Oh, God. God, yes. Yes Rose, you make daddy feel good. So good. Go on. Go on, please. Faster, go faster, I'm nearly there!”

But Rose didn't go on. All of a sudden she stopped, mere seconds before I reached my peek.
“Daddy, there's something else I like to try. Something I've seen on the internet. Do you mind if I try?”
“Try what, Rose?” I asked in between my heavy panting, while trying not to reveal how disappointed I was to be left hanging just before orgasm.
“Try this, daddy.”
And before I knew it, she was on her knees on the wet shower floor, grabbed my manhood with one hand, opened her mouth, and then closed it around my shaft. And as my cock entered her mouth, I entered heaven.

Of course it was not an expert blowjob. Purely technical, I've had better. Much better. Amber, my wife, is a sex addict. No matter how busy our life is, she always finds time to blow me at least once a day. If there's more time we do all the other kinky stuff too, but if we're short on time then it's only the blowjob. She just loves eating my sperm.
Rose, of course, lacked experience. She coughed as she accidentally took me too deep. Apologized after grazing my dickhead with her teeth. I had to explain how to cover her teeth with her lips. Her head bobbed up and down with vigor, but I had to tell her how to use her tongue, how to vary suction, how to make it even better by using her hands on the base of my dick.
But the lack of expertise is exactly what made it so insanely erotic. This girl, so inexperienced, so clearly much too young, and yet so eager to please, to mimic what she undoubtedly had seen on the internet or heard from friends.
I looked down, to see my fat dick disappear between her stretched lips. She looked up, her eyes one big question: “Am I doing this okay daddy?”

I was unable to answer her unspoken question. All I could do was grunt, and pant, and rock my hips. I had no idea that a blowjob could feel so great. I had no idea that I could build an orgasm this fast.
And yet, I did. As I felt my orgasm come, my instincts took over. Instead of warning my sweet daughter, instead of pulling out, I grunted and shoved forward. I thrust my incestuous dick deep inside her inexperienced mouth, and just then the first thick stream shot out. Rose gagged, struggled to regain control. Her eyes filled with tears at the unexpected rough intrusion in her mouth. I quickly pulled back, leaving only the head in her mouth as I continued to unload rope after rope of my jizz in her mouth.

I expected her to spit it out. I was wrong. To my amazement, I saw movement in her throat in between my spurts, and after the last one. Just a single drop trickled out of the corner of her mouth. She quickly scooped it up with a finger, then put it back in her mouth. And then she smiled at me, the most beautiful, grateful smile I had ever seen.
“Thanks, daddy! As I said yesterday, I could get used to this!”
“Sorry I was a bit rough when I came, dear. It was all so unexpected. But I should ...”
She pressed a finger against my lips.
“It's okay, daddy. It scared me at first but then I liked it. You lost control, sort of how I lose control and collapse when I cum. And you lost control because I made you feel so good. I made you feel so good. I didn't know I could do that. Now I know. And I love it.”

Not much later, my arms were bandaged again, we were both dry and dressed.
As we emerged from the bathroom, we found Aaron, on a chair on the patio. His eyes on the lake. He heard us approach but didn't look our way. His face was frozen as he continued to stare. And then he talked, his voice trembling from barely contained emotion.
“So it took rather long. And I heard strange sounds. I figured I'd better take a look to see if something had gone wrong. To see if you needed help.”
He paused. A menacing silence in the air.
Then, all of a sudden, his face snapped our way, anger spewing out of his eyes. A finger, pointing at me, accusingly, as he channeled all his emotion in his outburst.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, DAD? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?”

Busted

It took the better part of the morning to convince Aaron that I was a sick child molester. That all of this had surprised me, and Rose, as much as it did him. That it had just, somehow, happened. And that it turned out to be enjoyable for both, and not terrible at all.

“So, let me try to recapture one more time,” Aaron sighed. “You sucked dad because you wanted to, after you rubbed him yesterday. Which you did because he was horny after you masturbated on his lap and he can't do it himself. And you were horny because you knew I had been beating my wood before.”
“And before that. And then before that.” Rose subtly added.
“So you're saying it's my fault that this happened?”
“Well, you got horny after seeing me naked, so that would then make it my fault again.”
“And I never checked what you packed, as mom repeatedly told me to do. If I had made sure you'd had your new swimsuit, then none of this would have happened. So that makes it my fault.”
A long silence was finally broken by Aaron.
“So, all of us are too blame? A bit?”

“No,” Rose then said, “not all of us. None of us. Blame is when something bad happens. But nothing bad did happen.”
Aaron looked at her, questioningly.
“I mean, I know that everyone says that I'm too young for sex stuff. But then, how come I like doing this? I really love making daddy shoot his sperm. I like the taste. It's … it's like a game. But then only the best game I have ever played. And I want to play it again.”
She hesitated, then added: “That is, if you're okay with it daddy. I thought about this morning and I now realize it was not okay to just do it without asking. I should have asked. But I knew you would say no, and I wanted it, and I'm sure you wanted it but you would say no because you had to. But that's not an excuse. I'm sorry, daddy.”
“It's okay, sweetie. I forgive you.”

I paused to think. I thought back to when I had just met Amber. She was the most sex-hungry girl I had ever met. No matter how often we had sex, she always wanted more. And while work and life had robbed us of many opportunities, I knew her drive had never waned. We had less opportunity, and at times her frustration of not getting enough sex had brought our marriage close to the edge, until we figured out ways to work enough alone time in our schedule.
Is sex drive a genetically determined trait?

“But can we do it again? Can I, daddy? Please?”
Apparently, it is. And apparently, Rose has inherited all of Amber's hypersexuality. I recalled how Amber could be after missing sex for multiple days in a row. If Rose would get just as frustrated, it could ruin our holiday, possibly even more. Plus, I would be lying if I said I didn't thoroughly enjoy the orgasms this little girl gave me.
But before I could give her permission, I had to take one more hurdle.
“Well, first of all, it was also bad of the both of us to do this behind Aaron's back. The shock we just gave him could have been avoided. And we should respect his wishes. If he wants us to stop, then we will stop. And second, even if Aaron's okay with it, I'm much older than he. I don't have the stamina of a teenager. I need more time to recover. So you'll have to wait.”
Rose had turned her head to look at Aaron, awaiting his permission, as I talked. But then as I mentioned my stamina I saw how the look on her face changed, as a new realization suddenly dawned on her.
Uh-oh.

“Wow, that gives me an idea. I can help you too, Aaron. You need your cums. I like to give daddy cums. I'm sure giving you a cum will be great too. Can I rub your penis, please? And suck it, and taste your sperm? Please, can I make you cum? And is it okay if I make daddy cum too, when he's ready again?”
I saw Aaron's face turn beet red at this unexpected proposal. But I also saw the involuntary response in his boardshorts. And Rose saw it too.
“Ohhh, it's big again. Does that mean you want me to help you?”
One of her hands involuntarily moved towards her brother's hardness, but she held back.
I watched, as Aaron visibly wrestled with his conflicted feelings.

Finally, he came to a decision.
“Well, okay. If you really want it, we can try it. But promise to stop if I don't like it.”
“Yeah!” was Rose's only reply, as she dashed forward and kissed Aaron on his cheeks.
“Just … be gentle, okay,” Aaron then added, blushing all over, “You're … you're my first.”
“Oh, cool! And you're my second. Daddy was my first. This is FUN!”
She didn't even catch on to his embarrassment. For her this was all just fun and games. Could sexuality be like this for all children? Were we all like that by nature, and was it our society that turned sex into something taboo, something we should restrict to just one partner?

Aaron, clearly still unsure about the situation, got up to go behind the cabin. Rose jumped up, took his hand and followed. But then, just as I was getting ready to close my eyes and pretend hard that none of this was really happening, she stopped.
“Aaron, we're both new to this. Aren't you afraid we'll do it wrong?”
“Huh?” The thought clearly had not crossed his mind. To be honest, I severely doubted whether there were any thoughts left in his mind now that he was seconds away from getting his first hand- and blowjob ever, from his sexy young sister whose cute little tits and smooth cunny had been giving him erections for days now.
“I think we should ask daddy to come and tell us when we're doing it wrong. He already taught me a few things. Daddy, will you come too?”

I opened my mouth but words failed me. How should I respond. I wanted to say of course not. But after all that happened, how could I explain my refusal? Was there any way to tell her it's wrong for a father to stand by as his teenage son and prepubescent daughter engage in sex, to even give tips and advice? How could I explain that, without telling her all we already did was wrong? And how would it affect her if I did tell her it was wrong? Was it even wrong, or have I always believed the wrong ideas? I didn't know anymore. All my certainties had been swept away.

I saw the horny look on Aaron's face. The determination on Rose's. Nothing I could say would stop them from doing what they would do. The only choice I had was to be there, teach them, and then, perhaps, have some control; or to let them go at it in secret.
I sighed. “Okay. I'll help. And I'll start with my first tip: since we're all involved now, there's no need for secrecy anymore. No more hiding behind the cabin. It's much comfier to do it here.”
I made a vague gesture towards the chairs, then extended it to the beds inside.

Aaron said nothing. Things were going too fast for him. He was still processing the situation of what he was about to do, not yet ready for practicalities such as where to do it. Rose was the reverse. She knew exactly what she wanted. And also when she wanted it: now. So when Aaron didn't respond, she just took a chair, shoved it in front of where he stood and plopped down, bringing her face around level with his groin.
“So, are you going to pull them down,” she then asked, with a meaningful look at Aaron's tenting boardshorts, “or can I?”
“But … but …,” Aaron stammered, “you'll see me ...”
“Naked? Yeeah, that's kinda the point, you know. I can't give you your cums if you keep it on. And if yours looks as nice as daddy's then I want to see it. Plus, you've been looking at me all day. Fair's fair.”
“Yeah, but …,” Aaron groaned, “... but what about dad?”
“You're both guys, what's the deal. And you already saw him this morning. Come on, big bro, don't be a spoilsport now.”
“If it's easier for you,” I offered, “I can go somewhere else and not look?”
Aaron seemed to ponder it for a second or two. But then he straightened himself, as he reached a decision.
“No, Rose is right. I should get over myself. I've seen her. I've seen you … well, partly, it was in her mouth. Let's just do this now, and get it over with.”
He brought his hands to the hem of his boardshorts, then once again hesitated. Rose, impatiently, grabbed the legs of his boardshorts and violently yanked them down.

I heard her inhale sharply through her teeth as Aaron's erection sprang free. I couldn't fault her. I am not attracted to men at all, but I do recognize a good looking erection when I see one. And Aaron's dick definitely looked good.
About as long as mine, perhaps a tiny bit shorter but not much. Much thinner, and sticking straight up, rigid as a pole, in a sharp 45 degree angle. His foreskin didn't enclose all of the dickhead, and I saw the dark red skin glisten from its precum coating.
Rose took it slow. I sensed that, now that we were all okay and it was all out in the open, she felt she could take more time. She took the time to study exactly how her brother's erect penis looked. Moved her head around to get a good view from every angle. And then, very tentatively, brought a hand up, grabbed his base, and started feeling.
“Hmmmmm. Feels good. I like how your penis feels, big bro.”
“Better … than … dad's?” Aaron asked between grunts and pants, as he was clearly enjoying the feeling of Rose's soft hand on his dick very much.
Rose paused to think.
“No. Not better. Not worse. Different. I love feeling your penis. I love feeling daddy's penis too. Both are great in their own way. Does that make sense?”

Aaron didn't answer. Rose had decided that there had been enough exploring, and now she had enclosed his foreskin in a fist and was wanking Aaron hard. Her other hand was on his sack, her fingers deftly fondling the two nuggets enclosed within.
The effect came swift. To Rose's big surprise, though not to mine and probably not to Aaron's either, it took her only a few strokes, and then Aaron grunted something that sounded like “oooh ggooaad” as his dick twitched and pulsed, and rope after rope of his jizz shot out, landing on Rose's chest, covering her little bumps in her big brother's baby-making goo.

Rose continued to pump Aaron's meat until he stopped spurting. Then, reluctantly, she removed her hands from his spent manhood. She brought her hands to her chest, where large gobs of my son's jizz were starting their slow descent across her gorgeous body. But she never gave them a chance to get there. With visible pleasure, my preteen daughter rubbed her brother's incestuous sperm over her chest, rubbing it deep into her flawless skin. She paid a lot of attention to those two bumps that would one day be breasts. I noticed her nipples erecting to the touch, and felt my manhood, in spite of Rose's very recent blowjob, do the same.

By the time Aaron had recovered, the only visible indication of his recent orgasm was the shiny shimmer all over Rose's body, as if she was oiled up.
Despite the obvious please she had given herself, rubbing her brothers semen all over her chest and breasts, she managed to look accusingly and pouting at the same time.
“Why did you shoot so soon? I wanted it in my mouth! I wanted to taste it!”
I saw Aaron shrink at least an inch at his sister's unexpected attack, and I immediately stepped in.
“He's young. He's constantly horny. And he's been seeing you naked all week, seeing you give a blowjob, and then he received, I guess,” I looked questioningly at Aaron, “his first ever handjob. From a very beautiful girl. At his age, with that kind of stimulation, it will always be fast. But the good news is, at his age he can get it hard again, and cum again, very soon. Just wait a bit and then you can get to taste it.”
Aaron nodded, and Rose smiled from ear to ear at the prospect. I shook my head at the enormity of the situation. My 11 year old daughter, frustrated at having her 14 year old brother cum all over her chest instead of in her mouth, and then happy to know she'd get another chance … if anyone had told me this just a week ago, I'd have called them insane.

“And now I am horny!” Rose then declared. Seemed she had shook off all inhibitions the second we decided to stop hiding things. “I need to rub myself now. Daddy, can you hold me again?”
“Ummm,” I looked at the beds as I said that.
“I know, daddy. I can just do it on the bed now. But it feels nice to lean into you when I cum.”
Looking back, I don't know what brought me to my response. Probably partly the strong pain killers that I had taken a dose of just before the shower and that were still going strong, partly the whole weirdness of the situation causing me to lose my inhibitions too. And partly my strong belief that sex should always be about both receiving and giving.
“Sure, I can do that. But I have a better idea, sweetie. You have been so kind to make me cum two times now. And I have never made you cum. That's not fair, you know? So, with your permission, can I give you your next orgasm?”
“But, daddy … Your hands are in bandages. That's what started this, remember. You can't even rub yourself right now, so how will you rub me?”
“Who said anything about rubbing? Or about using my hands?” I replied.
I looked Rose in the eye, then stuck out my tongue and wiggled it. I smiled as I saw a blush on her cheeks. Apparently, not all inhibitions were gone.
“But, daddy!”
I shrugged.
“Well, if you don't want to...”

I went into the cabin and laid myself down on my bed.
“You're in control, sweetie. Straddle my head. You can just up and leave when you want it to stop. But I promise, if you give me the chance, you won't want it to stop.”
Rose hesitated for one long second. But then she positioned herself on top of me. I got my first really close up view of her immature sex. I saw her smooth vulva in its full hairless glory. Saw her slit, slightly opened. Saw the little button at the top end of that slit, the small opening at the other end. All of it covered in her own juices. She was very wet already.
I inhaled and enjoyed the sweet, youthful aroma of her fluids. And then I slightly raised my head, stuck out my tongue, and as I got my first little taste of my daughter's nectar, she shuddered all over at the gentle contact of the top of my tongue against her labia.

“A little lower, sweetie, or I'll strain my neck,” I whispered, and she complied. Now, at just the right height, I could relax my head on the pillow. I extended my tongue, pushed against the pressure of her outer lips, her hairless sex that had so far only ever been touched by her own fingers.
I felt her labia part, give way to my intrusion. I lapped all along the length of her little slit. Starting at the back end, softly touching her entrance but without pressure. Then up, slowly edging close to the front, until I felt that little nub where I knew I could give her immense pleasure. She shuddered and gasped as I sucked her clit gently in my mouth, twirling my tongue around it.
“Aaron, hold me please. I'll cum soon and I don't want to collapse on daddy.”
Aaron stepped next to the bed and gripped Rose firmly by her slender shoulders. That was my go signal, so I lapped and twirled my tongue around her clit, applied suction, then let go, then once more sucked her clit between my lips. Her faster breathing and the uncontrolled shaking of her body told me what she liked most, and I doubled down.
Soon she screamed out her joy. I felt fluids wash over my face, as she came hard, coating not only my tongue but my entire chin in her girl juice.
For one second I felt her full weight on my face, but then Aaron quickly wrapped an arm underneath her arms and lifted her up again. Her body hung, completely limp, in his strong arms. My daughter was out of this world after experiencing her first ever oral orgasm.

“Wow,” was all she said, after she finally opened her eyes, “just wow.”
I smiled. Amber loved cunnilingus. She had taught me all the tricks to make her happy, and I was happy to now apply them to our daughter.
“Do you want more?” I simply asked.
She nodded enthusiastically, and nudged Aaron to release her so she could lower herself on top of me again. I wasted no time. This time I decided to ignore her clitoris and instead focus on her virgin fuckhole. So I lapped my tongue along the length of her slit a few times, finally ending at the rear end. I aligned the tip of my tongue exactly with her tiny hole, then applied pressure.
The muscles of her tight vagina put up a good fight. But I use my tongue a lot, Amber makes sure of that. As I kept applying pressure, the opening started, ever so slowly, to give way. At first just the first millimeter of my tongue was allowed entry. But then I pushed more and a second millimeter made its way in the comforting warmth of Rose's forbidden hole. And once those first bits were in, I could get in more.
I kept it there, allowing my daughter to get used to the feeling of having someone else inside her. It was just the tip, less than a centimeter, but it was her first time and I didn't want to scare her. I wanted this to be good for her.

Suddenly I felt hands on my pants. My button was undone, my zipper opened, and then two soft hands, Rose's soft hands, gently touched my hard dick.
She grabbed the hem of my undies and I lifted my pelvis to make it easier. Soon my full erection sprang free. I realized Aaron now probably for the first time could really see how my erection looked, but I was past caring by now. Especially when Rose closed two hands around my length, one at the base, another at the top, and started pumping.
I responded by sticking my tongue inside my daughter as far as I could. I was only mildly surprised to feel no hymen. Perhaps her masturbation had broken it, perhaps she had used a hairbrush. Either way, I was happy to feel how far my tongue went inside, to feel her hands pause in surprise as pleasure rippled through her body. And then her pumping sped up, and it was all I could do to not cum right then and there.

It sucked that I had no hand available. But I had a helper who could be my proxy.
“Aaron, can you use a finger on her clit? The little button up here?” I briefly touched it with my tongue, before returning to Rose's unused fuckhole.
Aaron needed no further encouragement. Soon I felt his fingers chafe my chin as he started to gently rub his little sister's love button.
“Hmmm, yeah. Feels good. A bit to the left. Yes, right there. Yes, like that. Harder. Harder. No, not that hard. Yes, like that.”
Rose directed Aaron, and he learned fast. Soon she went quiet. Her breathing increased. Her hands had paused for a while as she guided her inexperienced older brother. But now that he and I were both doing our best to make her feel good, she returned her attention to my pulsating hardness.

And then I heard a slurping sound, and I heard Aaron groan. I didn't have to look up to know what was happening. But I looked anyway. Seeing Aaron's thin, long dick disappear almost completely into Rose's mouth, then pull out and then move in again, was intensely erotic. The taboo only made it better. It inspired me to move my tongue in and out of Rose's little entrance as fast as I could, and I felt Aaron's finger pick up the pace too, as his other arm lovingly closed around Rose's chest, to ensure she'd have the support she'd soon need.

I delayed for as long as I could. And thanks to the still recent blowjob, I was able to hold out much longer than I expected. So long, even, that Aaron came before me.
“Oh. Oooh. Ooooh, yeah. Coming. Coming, sis!”
He warned her and tried to pull out, but she wanted none of that. One hand left my dick to close around her brother's ass and pull it hard forward, locking his stiffness deep in Rose's eager mouth. I saw Aaron tense up, then saw Rose's throat move as she swallowed a few times. A single lone drop of Aaron's sperm managed an escape from Rose's mouth, dribbling slowly towards her chin.

I waited for Aaron to finish and remove his deflating, messy cock out of Rose's willing mouth. But then I returned to what I was doing. I pushed my tongue back in, pulled it out, pushed in again, fucking my young daughter on my tongue, as Aaron resumed his hand movements on Rose's sensitive button.
Soon I felt her body tense. But her hands didn't. They kept stroking and pumping my cock, so desperate for release now. And then, as another spurt of the sweetest nectar washed over my face, as Rose wailed something indistinguishable in her ultimate pleasure, I felt my balls contract. Even in her orgasm, Rose didn't stop pumping. Even while cumming, she kept masturbating me for all she was worth. And she was rewarded as spurt after spurt of my semen shot high in the air, paused for a second, to then back fall down again, landing on my belly, where soon a puddle formed.

Both kids collapsed next to me in the bed. It was barely big enough for two, let alone for three. But we didn't mind. We lay there, partly on top of each other, enjoying the closeness and the post-orgasmic relaxation.
Finally, Rose spoke.
“This is the best holiday ever!”
“And we still have four days left.” Aaron added.
I chuckled, then drifted off in a well-deserved sleep.

Homeward bound

It felt weird, wearing clothes again. We hadn't bothered with them anymore at the cabin, but now, driving back home, we had to.
I looked in the rear view mirror. I had warned the kids that we'd soon be on roads with more traffic, and hence less freedom, so I was not surprised to see Rose give Aaron one more quick blowjob.
“Don't spill on the leather, kids!” I warned.
Aaron chuckled and shook his head. “Don't worry, dad. Rose hasn't spilled a single drop since the first day.”
And then his hands disappeared under her shirt and neither had attention for me.
I hummed a song as I focused my attention back to the road.

“Cumming!” I heard Aaron announce behind me. I looked in the rear view mirror again, to see his face distort as his body tensed.
A few seconds later, Rose sat back upright, still licking her lips. “Hmmm. I'm going to miss this when we're back home.”
“Yeah, me too,” Aaron agreed, as he zipped back up, just as I passed a sign announcing the Interstate in two miles.
“I just wish there was some way to keep doing this. How about you, daddy?”

I thought about my wife, Amber. About her huge sexual appetite. But also about the many times she had told me how much she regretted not starting earlier, after her first sexual experience at 13. About the role plays she always wanted, where she would call me daddy and I had to call her my little girl.
And about those few times, recently, when during her orgasm she had exclaimed Aaron's name instead of mine. I don't know if she realized and I had never mentioned it. I had tried to ignore it, tried to forget it. And now …

“Daddy!” Rose sounded impatient, “I asked a question. How about you, daddy? Are you going to miss this?”
“You know what, kids? I think we'll figure something out.”

THE END