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Archive name: Cosby.txt (mf,inc,voy)
Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story Title : The Daughter Never Knocks Twice

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Denise was sprawled face down on her bed, kicking
idly at the mattress with her Nikes. She was in her
mid-teens, a street-wise girl with a milk-chocolate
body that was concealed now inside a baggy pair of
overalls and a tattered men's T-shirt. She had learned
to keep her curves well-hidden, although even the best
disguise wouldn't stop some of the guys in high school
from hitting on her.

Still, Denise knew that it could have been worse.
There were some girls who asked for it, dressing like
hookers, but even those who wore simple skirts and
blouses had to put up with an incredible amount of
shit.

She walked a lot of lines to avoid trouble --
working hard to get the grades that would get her into
college, but being careful not to be seen as a grind
or a brain (not that the last was any real problem).
And dressing down, but keeping it funky enough not to
become the class joke.

Those weren't lines her parents understood. Mom
the lawyer and Dad the doctor didn't see why being too
good in school could be a problem. They were so sold
on education that they'd probably have been on her case
full-time if she wasn't lucky enough to have a younger
brother as dumb as Theo around, screwing up his grades
far worse than she'd ever dare to do.

She picked at a bit of fuzz on her comforter as her
thoughts drifted. It wasn't really aimless thinking;
she was consciously trying to avoid doing what she knew
she couldn't avoid. She reached over and flicked on her
radio, stalling for time.

=== === === ===

Clair had disappeared after dinner, mysteriously
telling Cliff only that she had something special to
do in their bedroom. He puttered around the living
room for awhile but finally his curiosity got the
better of him and he clumped up the stairs. His middle-
aged bones protested the strain of attending two births
earlier that day, but despite his graying hair Cliff
forced a slight spring into his step.

When he opened the bedroom door, he thought Clair
must have snuck downstairs again without his noticing.
The lights were out. Cliff wanted to get the book on
his nightstand, anyway, so he took a step into the
room.

"Hi, Cliff," came his wife's voice from the dark-
ness. "Close the door."

His eyebrows rose. As the door clicked shut behind
him, a light snapped on next to the bed.

Clair was stretched out before him in a white
nightgown sheer enough to let him see that she had
nothing on underneath. He drank in her slim, shapely
brown body -- the breasts, still firm for a woman her
age, the taut belly, the long, slender legs.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho," Cliff burbled as he approach-
ed her, stripping off his own clothes. After all their
years of marriage, she could still turn him into a sex-
crazed wildman.

"Like my surprise, lover?" Clair whispered huskily.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho," he chuckled in reply, stark
naked now as he reached the bed and crawled toward her.

=== === === ===

Denise groaned as another commercial interrupted
the music. She glanced up at the clock. Groaning again,
she got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, pul-
ling out the note from her teacher and staring at it
for the fortieth time.

Mr. Pfister wanted her parents to know that Denise
was turning down "an excellent chance to sharpen her
curriculum vitae before applying to college" by reject-
ing membership in the National Honor Society.

She'd only made the cut by the skin of her teeth,
and if she'd even known she was close she would've man-
aged to trim a few points off her GPA somewhere. The
NHS was the worst of all, even worse than belonging to
the chess club. But Denise knew her parents wouldn't
understand; they'd insist that she apply.

She groaned again. Could she tell them? How the
last two girls she knew to get named to the group had
been haunted by half the boys in the class? How
Shanelle had been almost raped by one boy who wanted
to teach her not to be so uppity? Denise held herself
tightly. Still a virgin, somehow, she didn't know what
she feared most: having the other kids find out -- or
having them find out why, that she was just too scared
that the boy she chose would reject her. She knew the
kids would hit on anything with two tits, but when it
came right down to it, when she had found someone she
really liked -- what then?

=== === === ===

Clair moaned softly as Cliff expertly ate her
pussy, licking ever so delicately. She ground her hips
under his ministrations, her fingers running through
his short, kinky hair. "That's perfect, Cliff," she
said. "Just a little lower ... ohhhhh, that's it!" He
maneuvered his tongue around her cunt. Of course he
could eat pussy, he thought to himself; after all, he
was a gynecologist.

When she came, it was in her usual torrent of
tremors, her body twisting and turning as the sheets
wrinkled under her, slipping off the corners of the
mattress under the strain.

Careful not to make any noise with all their
children still up, Clair bit into the side of a pillow,
muffling her shrieks of passion.

When at last she calmed down Cliff moved up, his
stiff cock poised at the entrance to her hot, wet cunt.
With the ease of a long-married couple, they joined
swiftly. Cliff's hips rose and fell as he plunged into
her tunnel.

"Damn, you're still good, woman," he whispered in
her ear.

=== === === ===

Denise took a deep breath and got to her feet. She
knew it couldn't be postponed any longer. Note crumpled
in her hand, she left her room and went downstairs. Mom
was going to be in her bedroom, but Denise figured this
was one that might go down better if she talked to Dad
first. Not, she reminded herself ruefully, that either
one was very accommodating when it came to school
stuff.

She searched the first floor and called out into
the basement, but Dad wasn't anywhere. Sticking her
head into the kitchen she had startled Theo, who was
supposed to be studying but really was having a sand-
wich and listening to a tape -- with the volume at
full blast, to judge by the noise that came through
the tiny earphones. She tried asking if he knew where
Dad was, but by the time he took out the earphones she
was tired of asking and just walked away. In the living
room, Rudy was reading a book on the couch; all Denise
got for asking her if she knew was a two-syllable
answer -- "uh-uh."

Denise shook her head as she trudged up the stairs.
Dad must be up there too. Sometimes getting them both
at once was even worse than one at a time, but there
was no getting around it.

=== === === ===

Clair's legs were wrapped tightly around Cliff's
waist and her hands clawed at his back as he thrust
into her again and again.

"Yes, yes!" she whispered, "yes, harder, Cliff!
Drive it into me! Put that meat into motion, lover!"

Cliff complied, launching himself into her cunt.
He was enjoying this fuck more than any in the last
several weeks, feeling in complete control. With the
stamina that comes with age, he held back his own
orgasm as his cock drove in. Clair, always ready for
more, let herself go in another swirl of bucking and
arching, driving her face into the pillow once more
to stifle the screams.

The pillow was still covering her face when their
daughter's voice crackled.

"Dad? Mom! Oh, my God! Oh, no!"

Cliff rolled off Clair's sweaty body and grabbed
for the sheet to cover himself; it didn't quite reach.
He didn't know where to hide. He wasn't one of those
fathers who's casual about being nude in the house; he
guarded his privacy and respected his children's. And
he'd taken one too many child psychology classes not
to worry about the effects of what Denise must have
seen.

Clair was uncovered as well. Denise stared at the
juices oozing out of her mother's cunt and became
aware of the musky odor of sex that filled the room.
Too shocked to move and too embarrassed to speak, she
stared open-mouthed.

"Mmph-ur-ump!" Clair said, and then spat out the
pillow. "Denise! What are you ... why didn't you
knock?" Even nude, Clair was able to compose herself
into a sort of commanding posture, and she shook her
finger at her young daughter. "We've told you time
and time again ..." Cliff stared at her, wondering how
she managed to become so calm. Personally, he thought
he wouldn't be able to manage much more than some
incoherent babbling.

From the hallway came the tiny voice of their
youngest daughter, Rudy. "Momma, can I come in?"

"No, honey," Clair quickly called out. "Close that
door. Now!" she whispered sharply at Denise. "Denise
and I have to have a talk, honey. You go on to bed now.
I'll be in to tuck you in later."

Denise closed the door and turned to face her
parents again, but still clung to the doorknob with
one hand. "I can -- can just leave," she stuttered.

Cliff was too busy trying to work the sheet loose
to respond. But Clair, unmoving, spoke calmly.

"You just stay right there. Now I want to know
why you barged into our room without knocking."

"I just -- just didn't think," Denise offered
weakly.

"Didn't think? Didn't think? Why did the good Lord
give you a brain if you're not going to use it, young
lady? I don't want you ever coming into this room
again without knocking. Ever. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the young girl said. "Can I go now?"

"Not quite," Clair said flatly.

Cliff had given up trying to move the sheet up and
had shifted down himself, working enough of one end
free to cover his privates. "What? Let the girl go,
Clair," he protested. He gave the sheet another tug,
trying to cover up his slight pot belly -- well, he
considered it slight, anyway. Was she crazy? He just
wanted this whole thing to be over with.

Clair refused to give in. "You came in here for a
reason, young lady," she said, keeping a steely gaze
on her daughter's face. "It better have been a good
one."

Denise felt trapped. This was definitely not the
time to bring up the note -- but what else could she
say? She stammered and stumbled and hemmed and hawed,
stalling in hopes that her mother would finally just
send her away.

But instead, Clair's face softened and she sat up
on the bed. Her breasts sagged only slightly as she
leaned forward.

"I think I know what the reason was, honey," she
said quietly.

Denise stared back, racking her brain to figure
out what her mother was talking about. She came up
blank. Cliff was thinking fast, too, but to no better
result.

"You knew what we were doing, didn't you?" Clair
asked.

Denise shook her head frantically. "No, I swear,
I..."

"Yes, you did. And you wanted to come in. To see.
Well, did you like what you saw?"

"I -- I --" Denise fell back against the door in
surprise. "No, really, I just -- I mean ..."

"Honey, you've never seen anyone having sex before,
have you?" Clair had scooted down to the foot of the
bed now, and reached a hand out to her daughter. "It's
OK. I had an idea you were still a virgin. Oh, don't
be so shy. Look, we're not born knowing what to do.
It's natural to want to see what it's all about. I
just wish you'd asked me, that's all."

Without quite knowing why, Denise took her mother's
hand and stepped up to the bed. Her father was staring
wildly at Clair, eyes bugging out as he tried to back
away but couldn't bring the sheet with him. Now he knew
Clair was crazy. What did she think they were, some
kind of visual aids for their kids?

"You know, just watching isn't really enough,"
Clair said softly, reaching out and gently unbuttoning
the straps of Denise's overalls.

Cliff sputtered in shock. "Say what?" He had seen
a lot of naked women in his practice, but his daughter
-- he shuddered -- that was one body he didn't want to
know about.

But Clair gave a quick yank on the sheet, exposing
his cock -- which, to his shame, had begun to thicken
again when his daughter's overalls had slipped to the
carpet, exposing a wispy of pink satin at her crotch
and a pair of legs not quite as long as her mother's
but just as shapely. It was hard for him to admit it,
even to himself, but Denise's body turned him on. She
reminded him in some ways of Clair when she was
younger, but he'd never known her when she was that
young. Hell, he'd never known any girl -- you know,
known them -- that young.

"I'm not saying this is right for every child,
Cliff," Clair said, helping Denise lift off her T-shirt
and expose her budding cupcake breasts, "but Denise
must have wanted it, whether she knew it or not. And
frankly, from the looks of things (his cock was now
fully erect), so did you."

Denise's mind swirled as, at her mother's direc-
tion, she slipped off her shoes and crawled naked onto
her parent's bed. Cliff tried not to watch, but the
vision was impossible to ignore. Denise looked like a
nymph, the freshness of youth turned into an erotic
masterpiece. His daughter, he realized with a gulp,
turned him on.

"Now, honey, we're going to take it nice and slow,
let you get used to everything first," Clair said,
guiding her daughter to lie down on her back between
them. Cliff flinched when the girl's warm, smooth thigh
brushed his, but with a gentle touch Clair held him in
place. "And so you can get used to it too, Cliff," she
said.

He stared, open-mouthed, at what came next, slowly
rubbing his cock.

Moving between her daughter's dark-skinned legs,
Clair slowly parted them with her hands as she planted
soft kisses on the insides of Denise's thighs. She was
so gentle that Denise almost didn't realize it when
Clair's tongue first flicked against her labia.

But soon her mother's tongue was probing inside
her, drawing forth a passion she'd never known before.
And to her amazement, her father became so excited
that he forgot his inhibitions and bent down to nuzzle
his young daughter's breasts, sucking the tiny nipples
in until they grew stiff and erect. Cliff let himself
go, forgetting for the moment that this was his own
child, forgetting that his wife was right there with
him, letting his raging lust take over.

A warm glow spread through the young girl's body
and then burst into a heated explosion that seemed to
yank on every muscle she had. Like her mother, she was
a screamer, but her yelps were muffled by her father's
open mouth, which pressed against her lips as his
tongue slipped inside. "I love you, Denise," he had
whispered as he rose to her, and he meant it. His hands
roamed her supply body, brushing gently against her
budding breasts.

At the height of her passion, she felt a sharp pain
in her cunt. She pushed aside her father's lips and
stared down at her mother. Clair was pulling out the
two fingers she had jammed into her daughter's tunnel.
Drops of blood glistened on the fingertips.

"It's all right, honey," Clair assured her daughter
as she wiped her hand on the sheet. "It's just another
natural thing. I just needed to make you ready for your
father."

As Clair said that, Cliff seemed to become suddenly
aware again of what was going on. He rolled over to the
side of the bed, almost falling off. God, he thought,
this is my daughter and my wife! What kind of sick
family are we?

Denise, too, seemed stunned; she drew her legs up
and closed them tightly, hugging them in a fetal posi-
tion. Her mind was ablaze and she shook her head, try-
ing to clear it. One part of her was hungrily crying
out for more, but the other was afraid, desperately
afraid, of what was going on. She looked at her father,
and though she didn't dare admit it to herself, the
sight of his big cock excited her. She wondered what it
would feel like inside her -- she couldn't fit it all
in, could she? And even if she did, she wouldn't be any
good. She'd never done this! She'd be a disaster.

For the moment, Clair let Cliff fret. She concen-
trated on easing her daughter's fears.

Crawling up to lie beside Denise, Clair began to
stroke the young girl's goose-pimpled flesh. Her hands
roamed over the taut belly, the tender breasts. Slowly
she moved in closer until her nipples brushed her
daughter's side. Tenderly Clair began to kiss Denise's
shoulder, her neck, her chin. As she did, her
daughter's legs relaxed and slid back down. Clair
raised herself up and kissed Denise full on the lips.
Their tongues met in a sizzling touch, and Clair strad-
dled the young girl's body with her own.

Denise melted under her mother's caresses, finally
responding with her own. She reached a trembling hand
to her mother's side, then slid it ever so slowly up
until she felt the swell of the older woman's breast.
Soon she grew bolder, pulling her mother's body down
onto her and crushing their cunts together as she
twisted underneath. Clair encouraged her daughter,
whispering her love into the young girl's ear. Quickly
Denise's passion overtook her and she reached down,
pulling her mother's hand into her cunt as she eagerly
began to finger Clair's. Again Denise's mind was
ablaze, but this time it was all of a piece. She wanted
this, dear God she wanted this! Wildly she shoved her
fingers against her mother's twat.

Clair patiently instructed Denise in just how to
please her, demonstrating on her daughter's pussy and
then sighing as Denise responded in kind.

Denise was lost in their lovemaking when Clair
unexpectedly rolled off. "It's time, Cliff," she whis-
pered, but the urging wasn't needed. Cliff had been
stroking himself as he watched, and now he quickly
moved on top of his daughter, his hard cock poised at
her sopping wet pussy lips. He looked down at her, his
eyes clouded with tears. The lovely sight of his own,
naked daughter was almost too much to bear.

Denise shook a little in fright, staring at the
size of her father's shaft. "It won't fit, will it?"
she asked her mother. Clair smiled. "You'll manage,"
she said, slipping a hand between her daughter and her
husband, guiding his cock home.

Denise let out a muffled groan as the swollen head
of her father's cock spread her cunt lips, slipping
wetly between them. Clair held him there, letting
Denise get used to the feeling. "Now, Cliff," she said
at last. "But take it slow."

"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned as his shaft slid into his
daughter's burning-hot, glove-tight cunt. Not in
decades had he entered a pussy this tight. He felt
every centimeter as his cock spread apart the cushiony
wet walls. Halfway in he stopped and began to withdraw,
using short, slow strokes until he felt Denise begin-
ning to buck back at him.

Then he pressed in harder and soon sank into her
to the hilt. A deep moan forced itself out of him as
Clair spread Denise's legs apart, opening her to Cliff
all the way.

Cliff could feel Denise's nipples slipping across
his chest as she twisted under him. Again and again he
plunged into his daughter's cunt, every time amazed by
the incredible sensations stirred up by her tight
pussy.

"Daddy, am I doing OK?" Denise's voice was
trembling.

"Denise, you're doing just great," he whispered
to her. He bent down to her ear. "You're the best fuck
I've ever had," he said quietly. "But don't tell your
Mom I said so!"

Joy filled Denise as her father pulled away. She
was good at something, at last! At that moment she
resolved to make her father happy every chance she got.
She'd show him what a hot little daughter he had.

Cliff was lost in his passion, pounding at his
daughter's sweet pussy.

Clair stroked his balls, driving him even wilder.
Madly he sped up the pace and Denise kept up with him
all the way, smashing her hips up at him.

Feeling an orgasm build, he called out, "I'm cum-
ming! I'm gonna shoot!"

But Clair quickly squeezed the base of his cock,
shutting off the flow and slightly deflating him. Over
the next hour she led Cliff and Denise through a Kama
Sutra of positions. Denise learned to suck her father's
dick, to take him doggie style and sideways. Finally,
with Cliff drenched in sweat and near exhaustion, Clair
rolled him over onto his back and had Denise squat over
his still-erect cock.

Gently she eased her daughter down until the shaft
slid home again, bending slightly under the pressure
before Denise took it all in.

"Now ride him, honey," Clair urged, fingering her
own cunt with one hand as she massaged her daughter's
clit with the other.

Denise did as she was told, rising and falling with
her father's cock rubbing her cunt raw. Thick juices
flowed freely out of her pussy and soaked the bedsheets
that were tangled and knotted beneath them. Cliff
stared up at her, fondling her tits as he humped back
at her. He was amazed at what Clair had done, but he
loved her more than ever for it, for sharing their love
with their daughter.

"Faster, sweetie, faster," Clair said, stepping up
the pace of her own frantic masturbation.

Cliff's eyes were shut tightly as the motion drove
him ever and ever closer to the edge. He grabbed at the
mattress and shook his head back and forth on the soak-
ing-wet pillow as his daughter fucked him, her small
tits bobbing up and down with every stroke.

At last he could hold back no longer and a hot jet
of cum spurted out of him, sending Denise over the edge
as well into another orgasm. Clair came at the same
instant and locked her lips with her daughter, their
groans sending out vibrations that intensified the
passion of their kiss.

=== === === ===

After it was all over, Denise slipped back into her
clothes and crept to her room, peeking out carefully
first to make sure her brother and sister weren't
around. She quickly grabbed a nightgown and took a
shower before returning to her bedroom and crawling
into bed. She was just about to flick the light off
when there was a knock at the door.

Her mother came in and shook a crumpled piece of
paper at her. "I found this on the floor, young lady,"
she said. "And just WHAT does this mean?"

    

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