[M] [Ff] [incest] [stepcest] The Pastor’s family

They say military recruiters will stop at nothing to get a promising young candidate to sign on the line. Jack had just finished high school and married his sweetheart Leah. While he signed on the line, she found out she was pregnant. “We won’t deploy for at least 2 years”, Jack was told. And then, 6 months later, he was on his way to Afghanistan. “But.. but the recruiter told me…” he tried to retort. “They lie all the time” his commander told him, almost laughing at him.

That was the last time Leah saw him. Not two weeks in, a sudden Taliban attack left him dead, one of the very first casualties of that war. Leah gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Nicole, and set out to raise her a single mom, old enough to be a widow, and yet too young to drink a beer.

Leah lived alone with Nicole, for years. And yet she was the town’s darling. In rural America, a story of old fashioned values and military honor can curry favor like nothing else. And Leah had it all. The young beautiful and yet pure widow, never a rumor to sully her image, and little Nicole, the sweetest cutest bubbliest friendliest child that Sundance, Wyoming had ever met.

It is no surprise that the new Pastor, Mike, was very quickly pointed in her direction. “Pastor, Leah and Nicole need friendship and guidance more than anyone else in this town” he was told. Mike Geoff had just moved in from South Dakota. He had served a community in Rapid City for a decade, and was now looking for a change. New faces, a slower pace of life, the opportunity to be a familiar face for every member of his church, to be there for everyone everyday.

Leah and Nicole would be his trial by fire. The town loved them, they could use all the support they could get, and having Leah by his side would quickly get the whole town to love him. And it wasn’t long before it happened. Mike was indefatigable, dedicated, passionate, and hardworking. The town loved him as a pastor. And so did Leah. As a pastor. And as a man. It took less than two years for Leah and Mike to meet at the altar and become husband and wife.

Nicole loved having a dad, and Leah loved having a husband. Mike was inspirational, charismatic, a born leader. And a lover of great passion and dedication. Leah had spent years in the sole companionship of her own fingers, rare visitors accompanied by shame and frustration. And now she could finally release her passion, share it with a man, discover her sexual energy night after night. She was young, desirable, and – unknown even to herself – almost insatiable. She would caress herself, let her fingers slide in her tight moist pussy, and pound, and pound, and pound, until her fingers ached, until sweat poured down her forehead, and then pant, and give up, feeling ashamed, unfulfilled, feeling wrong, faulty. But those lonely nights were now over. Mike rejoiced in the challenge, he craved her pleasure as much as he did his. He never shied from using his tongue, he never shied from fucking her harder, from pushing deeper inside of her. If she wanted to be called names, he obliged. If she wanted to be slapped, to be treated like a cheap whore, he obliged. Anything to get her to moan his name as her toes curled, as her back arched, her eyes shot backwards, and she skipped breath after breath, her orgasm as painful as it was liberating bliss.

Nicole grew up happy, loving the dad she never met, and the one she did. It was her last night in town, one last hurrah for Sundance, and then the kids, all of them, would scatter away. Some would to go Fargo, some to Missoula, some even as far as Portland, all trying to create their own future, all eager to take on the challenge of college.

“The last night of our first chapter” they called it. It was supposed to be perfect. It was horrible. Claire and Robert broke up before the night even started. Robert was not supposed to hook up with Stacey in the back of her dad’s pickup truck. Stacey was grounded. Claire hit Robert. Robert was grounded. Claire got the cops involved. By 10pm every single kid in town was fighting with everybody else God knows what. “You didn’t invite me to prom”, “You said you didn’t want to go”, “Why is Tim texting you all the time?”, “You are a loser”. Nicole just wanted to cry. She had looked forward to this night for weeks. It had taken every ounce of persistence to convince her parents that it would be a good idea to let her join a rowdy crowd of 18 year olds loose on the town from sunrise to sunset. And now that she had done it, Robert didn’t keep it in his pants and caused havoc. He killed the night. The first chapter was over, and the finale was horrible.

She walked through the door, unannounced, unexpected, an unwelcome visitor in her own house. Leah and Mike didn’t even hear her. Not that it would have mattered much. The circumstances were as undeniable and scandalous as one can imagine them.

Leah was naked. On the couch. Her legs spread wide. Her hands caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, titillating them. And Mike was kneeling before her, his head buried in her pussy. Licking. Sucking. She moaned. Writhed. Begged. He obliged. Nicole watched.

It was horrid. Disgusting. And yet forbidden. Beautiful. It was even more intense than what Nicole thought sex would look like. She had heard sounds sometimes, and done her best to ignore them. She had fooled around a bit. But on that last night, she was still a virgin. She had never experienced the fullness of sex. This was, in a sense, her first foray into actual carnal love. Her stepfather fucking her mother. She dropped her keys. Leah opened her eyes. Mike turned. They saw her. They tried to say something. It came out as mumble. Nicole tried to say something. It came out as mumble.

She tried to walk away, embarrassed, ashamed, feeling guilty for having watched just a tiny bit too long. But Mike stopped her. He didn’t want his beloved stepdaughter to move away from home on that note, with that unspoken burned.

“I am sorry you had to see that”, he said
“No, no, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to walk in. I just.. just.. wasn’t expecting it”, replied Nicole
“You know. It is a natural thing. You know that, right? Love has many forms”, Leah tried to sneak into the conversation, before Nicole cut her off. “Yes, yes, I know. I mean, I don’t know know but I get it. I mean.. I understand. Not really, but..” she tried to explain herself, blushing more and more with each word out of her lips.
“Nicole”, said Mike, taking her hands into his, “what your mother is trying to say is that the love she and I share has many facets to it. When she washes the dishes even though she is tired, that is love. When I take her shopping even if I want to watch football and drink beer, that is love. And when I give her pleasure and she gives me pleasure, that is also love. Just like the love you and I have, Nicole, the love your mother and I have has many expressions, but it is always love”
Nicole looked at him. Something about that comparison, that comparison between his fatherly love for her, and the sex she had just experienced, something about that, set something off inside of her young body. It was panic. But also lust. Curiosity. “But our love”, said Nicole, “our love is expressed in different ways. Not that way.”
“Do you want it to be expressed that way?” asked Mike. Leah looked at him, shocked. Nicole looked at him, shocked. Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe the question. Was, was her father asking her if she wanted to be fucked? Was that really the question. “What.. what do you mean?” she muttered, while Leah sat there, speechless, appalled even.
“Do you wish the love I have for you was expressed sexually? Do you wish I made love to you as a man does a woman?” Mike replied, not skipping a beat.
“Yes” said Nicole, without even thinking about it, without even thinking about the implications, ignoring her own mother’s feelings, ignoring the potential consequences on the family.

It was Leah who broke the silence. “Mike, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear. She didn’t know what to expect. She felt she knew what was coming. And she didn’t know how to stop it. Nicole was young, desirable, a beautiful forbidden pure fruit ready for a man to savor. What man wouldn’t want that? And Mike could have her. It would take a few steps for him to reach to her, and grab her from the tree, and taste her.

“I am loving my daughter.” were the only words out of Mike’s mouth before he took those few fateful steps. He walked up to Nicole, let his hand slide behind her neck, and brought her face close to his. Closer. And closer. Until those few inches became nothing, until father and daughter joined in their first sensual kiss. It was electric. Mike felt sparks as Nicole’s mouth opened up to his tongue. Nicole was as eager as she was naive. Her hands tried to reach her father’s body, everywhere, at once. She wanted his chest. His hips. His ass. His back. She wished herself an octopus, she wished herself to be entirely made of fingers and nerves.

Leah sat there. Stunned. It felt like forever. She felt cheated upon. Betrayed. But Mike broke the kiss, and motioned for his wife to come closer. She obeyed. “Leah. You have nothing to fear. There is no shame here. No fear. We are a family. Families love each other. Tonight, we love each other in a new way.”. “Nicole”, he then said, turning to his daughter, “do you want to love your mother in a new way tonight?”, and before even waiting for an answer, “Kiss her. Kiss her as you kissed me” he said.

Pastor Mike had always been charismatic, a true leader of his community. His sermons inspired people to greater good, to food drives, to visiting the elderly, caring for the sick. And now they inspired Leah to make out with her own daughter. They inspired Nicole’s tongue to reach for her mother’s. They inspired Leah and Nicole to kiss. Nicole tasted of cheap beer she shouldn’t even have been drinking. Leah tasted of the manhood she had been savoring not too long ago. The flavors a perfect mix as the two women discovered each other’s bodies.

Leah helped Nicole out of her shirt, and let her hands feel the young girl’s breasts. They felt just like hers did at that age. Firm. Ripe. Nicole felt her mother’s tits. She found them beautiful. Soft. She had been fed from those nipples. And now she was titillating them with her tongue. Leah caressed her daughter’s hair, as she moaned from the pleasure of the contact. Having her nipples teased, licked, bitten, it sent shiver after shiver down her spine.

Mike watched, smiling softly. He was a loving pastor, a shepherd of his community, but he was also a man. And he couldn’t believe what he had started. It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Leah moaned, begged, called her daughter’s name. Nicole pleasured her mother. She wanted to savor every inch of her. She wanted to discover her body. And she wanted Leah to do the same to her. And then she wanted Mike. She wanted her stepfather to be inside of her. To take her purity. To defile her as a high priest defiling a vestal virgin.

Nobody would have been able to tell how and when it happened. But the family of three found its way into Mike and Leah’s bedroom. Nicole laid on the bed, naked, her legs spread, her chest heaving, her body craving and writhing with anticipation. Mike did to her what he had been doing to Leah. His head reached for her pussy. As the first explorer to a new land, he opened up a path in the bushy savanna, and reached for the oasis of wetness. He found his daughter dripping wet, her taste sweet. She gasped. And then gasped. And then moaned. She sat up on the bed, her eyes staring in the space, in disbelief of just how intense the pleasure could be. Leah kissed her. Kissed her neck. Her lips. Whispered encouraging words. “Let yourself go baby” she said

“I feel like I have to pee, mom” Nicole confessed.
“It’s not pee. It’s pleasure. Let it out” encouraged Leah.

Did Nicole believe her? Did she not care? Suffice it to say, a few more seconds of love was all it took. Nicole shuddered, tensed, and came. Came of her first orgasm from a man. She came as her father fucked her with his tongue. She came as her mother begged her to come.

Mike gave her a minute to settle down, to process what had just happened. And then he asked her. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock to fuck you? To take your virginity?” Leah would not have been able to articulate what she wanted that answer to be. Did it matter to her? After all that had happened? Or was it just too much for Mike to fuck Nicole? She didn’t know. Nicole, though, she did. She nodded. Eagerly. Impatiently. “Yes. Fuck me dad” she said. Do it.

And Mike did it. He guided himself inside Nicole’s tight virgin pussy. Slowly. Gently. One little bit of his cock at a time. He watched her. She moaned. Grunted. “Slower? Stop?” he let her be in charge. Whatever she wanted he would do. Leah, to her own amazement and surprise, found herself encouraging Nicole, supporting her. She kissed her daughter. She licked her nipples. She teased her. She pleasured her. And she whispered words of support. Of encouragement. “It hurts I know. Dad will be slow. Do you need a break?”

But Nicole needed no such thing. Yes, it hurt. But the pain only added to her pleasure. It was torture. And delight. The gentle touch of a woman on her nipples. And the pain of a man burying himself deep inside of her. She wanted her last night in town to come with emotions beyond what words could express. And it was. It was a unique mix of emotions. Most girls discover sex with a boy who barely knows what he is doing, eager to get off as quickly as possible, selfish, inexperienced and scared. A few find an older man who exploits their naivete and their budding sexuality for his own pleasure, uninterested, cold, and equally selfish. Very few get to be loved, cared for, and supported throughout the experience. Nicole was one of those few.

It took a few tries, but Mike made his way deep inside his daughter. And while he picked up his pace, slowly increasing the strength of each stroke, Leah and Nicole made out. Leah kissed Nicole’s body. Nicole moaned, caressed, and begged. She called her parents’ names, not as a child in fear, but as a woman in heat. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted the sensations to last forever. No amount of touching, of fucking, of licking, nothing sufficed for her. She was as insatiable as the mother that had borne her.

She came from the sensations. Once. Twice. Three times. Each time letting Mike fuck her harder. Each time begging for more. “Fuck dad fuck fuck fuck me” she chanted. “Fuck dad harder. Fuck me harder. Oh fuck mom like that fuck yeah fuck”. “Bite harder”, “fuck deeper”, “lick there”. She was demanding. Bossy. A brat of a lover. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask it.

And the last thing she wanted, she didn’t even ask for. She locked her legs around Mike, “Cum in me dad” she said, looking straight in his eyes. Leah recoiled. It couldn’t happen. Not that. She knew Mike was still young and potent. And if she knew anything about the women of her family, it was that they are incredibly fertile.

Mike knew it was a bad idea. Of course he did. He had no kids of his own, but he knew the ways of the world. And yet, he had no kids of his own, and not that much time left to have any. Was that the bait? That primal drive to reproduce, to pass on his genes? Or was his daughter just too beautiful in her sexual bliss, an irresistible temptation for any man. Was it the taboo? Suffice it to say, he obliged, he did as asked. He grunted. Pushed deep, fucked as hard as he could, and in a few precious strokes, he felt himself release his seed inside Nicole’s bare fertile pussy.

As they laid in bed, the three of them, barely breathing, talking in monosyllables, the alarm clock read 6:30am. If Nicole was to make it to the airport for her flight out to Portland, they had to leave in half an hour. There would, after all, be no time for explanations. They wouldn’t get a chance to talk about what had happened. Just a long goodbye. And a few weeks later, a phone call. “It’s alright mom. It didn’t happen. I got a period” said Nicole.

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