Both Feet Wet

If you're reading this one without reading the previous three, stop now and read those first. Trust me.

Done? Okay, good. Now the final (I hope) part of the epic which I didn't intend to be an epic, but has stretched to epic length because, by Gadfrey, it was an epic weekend. That it all fell so close to my 300 celebration is a delightful coincidence, because I can't think of a better way to ring in 300 posts than with this story. But believe me, I didn't tell Sveta just so I'd have a good story for 300. I love you all, but not that much.

I had, as I said, dozed until I was ripped from slumber by one of my annoying can't-sleep pains, sometime in the early hours of the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep, and I probably should have blogged but instead I read some and watched a DVD until it seemed like about the time when Sveta would be getting up soon, then I made breakfast because it seemed like a decent way to kill time. I took it upstairs and surprised her with breakfast in bed, which she enjoyed (not something she gets very often, I'm comfortable in assuming).

Then we headed for the shower, but met my father also with similar thoughts. It should not go unmentioned that we were all three shamelessly naked. Sveta blushed but didn't make much attempt to cover herself; my father and I, if anything, were more shocked about it. He turned and went back down the hall, saying over his shoulder that we could have it first. Sveta giggled but watched him all the way back to his room.

In the shower, she asked me if he was really as big as he looked. She said she could understand why I'd let him fuck me. Basically, she was horny for my Dad in a major way. And I gave up trying to be safe. I just said to myself, if it's going to happen, why not let it happen? We still had a ball making love in the shower.

Went back to my room and I asked her when she wanted to leave to go back. She said, "Whenever," which of course means, "I'm perfectly happy staying here until the last possible moment." So we made no real moves toward leaving.

Despite not seeming shy early on, Sveta did put on a robe to go downstairs, so I did as well. Mom came down at a certain point, gave us both a kiss on the cheek and asked if we wanted breakfast. So we had a second breakfast. Why not? Dad came down after a bit and joined us, and so we all sat around in our pajamas or robes eating breakfast and joking around.

Mom left us to clean up with the stipulation that Sveta wasn't to be forced to do chores until at least her second visit as a member of the family, which got a laugh. She went to the library. Dad and I cleaned and tried to fend off Sveta's offers of help, but she wound up putting dishes away despite our best efforts.

Then we sat in the living room, Dad turned on PBS and found a cooking show, and we sort of watched that for a while, a bit of chit chat. Sveta and I were on the small couch with my Dad in his chair. Sveta stared nudging me and whispering in my ear. "Ask him."

"Ask him what?"

"You know."

"No, what?"

"If he wants to... you know."

I really couldn't believe it. But there it was. "I'm not going to ask him for you. You ask him."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

Dad looked over at us. "It's not polite to whisper, ladies," he said with a smile.

"Sveta has something she wants to ask you."

"You bitch," she giggled, then pinched me. I yowled. "You ask him."

"No no, I'm not asking him."

"Asking me what?" said Dad.

There was more of this nonsense. Sveta obviously is a bad influence on my maturity level. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. "Sveta wants to know if you want to fuck," I said, as bluntly as I could. She turned bright red, but she wasn't denying it.

"Who, with you?" said Dad, trying to give her an out. "I don't think that'd be fair to her, me taking you away from her."

"No, with her, dufus," I said (see, maturity level way down).

"Honey, I don't think that's a good idea," said Dad (gentleman all the way). "I'm not saying you're not very attractive, but... I mean, you just found out... and I don't want you to do something you'd regret later. We should probably wait until another time, when you've had some time to think about it." I'm sure the same thoughts I'd had were running through his head.

"No, it's okay, I really do," said Sveta, finding a voice at last (coy little minx). "I want to be part of the family."

"Honey, being part of the family has nothing to do with sex," said my Dad (completely true, by the way; we're family first, sexual partners second). "Lexi and her mom and me love you a lot, but that's no reason to force you to do anything physical."

"And I think you're sexy," said Sveta. God bless that girl, she sometimes is a total shock. "I kind of wanted to do it with you even before. Lexi said I should have new experiences, and I want to have one with you."

Well, she had a point. And I think the girl was starving for cock, on top of it being cock filled with love and tenderness. I mean, James treated her fairly well until he was a total ass, but she'd never really had sex with a loving man. At any rate, the long and the short of it wound up being that Dad felt that, if this was going to happen, we should do it right and wait for Mom to come back and check with her.

I was a bit concerned that we'd run out of time and there would be disappointment, or I'd wind up delivering her back to college at 6 in the morning, but it worked out. Mom came back expecting to make lunch, and instead was greeted by my father telling her that Sveta wanted to make love with him, and did she think it would be okay. My mother, ever practical, asked Sveta if that was what she really wanted, and then didn't second-guess her at all, just said, "Okay, if that's what the girl wants, that's what she should have."

At first I was going to let Sveta and Dad go off on their own, but Mom and Sveta both said we should be there. Mom even went so far as to say that she was sorry the other kids weren't there. I guess we do have an initiation ceremony after all (not really, but tradition is tradition). So we all went up to the master bedroom, and Sveta and Dad took off their robes and were both there naked together. Dad towered over her; he had to bend to kiss her. He was hard as a rock, and she looked a little nervous but eager, kept switching her gaze from his face to his cock. He was looking her all over, obviously enjoying himself a lot.

They kissed, which started out a little awkwardly, but then they lay down and were able to kiss more easily, and they seemed to get into it. Dad laid her back and kissed down her chin, over both breasts, down her belly and then kissed her pussy, and that was pretty much the end of any chance of going back. She spread her legs for him, and he started licking and sucking her pussy, and I was getting damp and sweaty so I took off my robe too and was sitting there naked looking on.

He got her off (she told me later that I was better, flatterer) and was impressed with the way she flowed. It wasn't a big cum, but even with a small one she gets very wet. He said, "I can see why Lexi enjoys this," which is partially true; I also enjoy it because it's Sveta, and even if she dried up completely tomorrow, there would still be this wonderful connection.

He was moving into position when I caught him and said, "I think, since Sveta's not on the pill, a condom might be best." Mom and Dad were both a little surprised that she wasn't on the pill. Mom said to me, as Dad was getting the condom, that she thought they might do something about that, maybe take her to our doctor and get her a prescription, maybe even help her pay for it. My parents are selfless people, and the fact that she'll undoubtedly get use from the pill at our house doesn't enter into their thinking. They would do it for her even if she never saw them again. They believe in that kind of thing.

Anyway, Dad got on a condom (he hasn't worn one in a while, I can't recall the last time), asked the obligatory, "Are you ready, honey?" and then got between her legs, held her waist with one hand, and guided himself into her with the other. I am not tooting my Dad's horn when I say that he's the biggest cock she's ever had. The competition is James, who wasn't huge by any stretch, and Perry, who is also average. My Dad is bigger than average. He's not Long Dong Silver or a horse, but he's got plenty down there.

I will toot his horn and say that he's probably the best lover I could pick for a first time, and while this wasn't Sveta's first, she needed to be treated right regardless. Honestly, if I had to pop a virgin, I would call on my Dad if I wanted her to enjoy it. He's good at that certain kind of sex which makes for a terrific first time.

Watching her pink pussy lips slowly ease over his cock, spreading them wide, exposing her clit as it rubbed against the latex... well, it was magical. I couldn't help but stroke a little, and I came watching, just watching. She sighed, not in pain but in contentment. They kissed again, she brought her legs up around him a little, and then he started slowly working in and out, almost resting on her, just his hips moving. It wouldn't have made good porn because you couldn't see much, but it looked like she was enjoying herself.

"Honey, you're too tight to be as experienced as Lexi says you are," said Dad with a smile. "She's probably been teaching you her tricks." I haven't actually taught her much in that arena, but I can see I should probably start. It didn't seem to be an issue before. Still, nothing like learning to enrich the mind.

She came again, what looked like a much stronger one. Dad commented on it too. Then he whispered in her ear, and she smiled and nodded, and he pulled out. "Lexi, since Sveta's not able to take me without a wrapper, we think we should wait until she can before I cum inside her, and besides, she wants to see us."

I hopped up beside Sveta, who scooted her butt over a little to make room, and then Dad was pulling off the condom and mounting me, easing in and then thrusting. I was in seventh heaven right about then, cumming in a slow steady wave, and Sveta leaned over me and gave me a kiss, her hand going to my left breast and cupping it, then turning up and giving Dad a kiss too. It was like she was one of my sisters. In fact, she was. That's pretty much how it is now.

Dad finally gripped my hips and pressed deep and came, and I could feel the splashes inside me, that's how strong they were. He waited for the spasms to subside, then he gave me a peck and turned to Sveta and gave her a big kiss and said, "You were already part of the family, and I don't need to welcome you any more than I already have. We love you, kiddo." I admit, I teared up, the emotion of the moment was that intense (plus sex stirs up emotion). Sveta sniffled and said she was so happy. Mom came over and gave her a hug and said nice things too that I can't really remember because I was crying.

Then my parents left us there for a while. After a bit of cuddling and kissing, Sveta asked if I wanted her to clean me up. I think she just wanted to taste Dad's cum. I let her give me a dollop mouth-to-mouth, and enjoyed her trying to get most of it out, but there were still some remnants. Then I looked at the clock and said we really had to start thinking about going.

So we went and took another shower, no sex, just some friendly stroking. I think we were both a little blissed out. We got dressed, got her stuff together, including her presents and the rest of the cake, packed the car, and had an early dinner before we took off, with an extended goodbye featuring hugs and kisses which didn't start sexual but become somewhat heated, to the point where I had to break things up because I didn't think there was time for love, Dr. Jones.

On the car ride, Sveta was ecstatic. She was thrilled to be part of the family, couldn't wait to meet my sisters and brother, wanted to know if I thought Mike would like her. Then she said she really wished she could announce to the world that she was my girlfriend and a part of my family, but she hoped I would understand that she couldn't, not right now. Her father is still supporting her somewhat, and while she doesn't have a happy home life, she still loves him as her father. He doesn't abuse her, he just doesn't show her enough love. I guess I can understand her feelings. Me, I want to get Mike and my Dad to go over there and talk sense to him, possibly with blunt objects. But they wouldn't do that... well, Dad wouldn't use blunt objects.

We got to her dorm too late to do much of anything sightseeing-wise, but honestly, the time had been well-spent in other ways and I have no regrets about that. Besides, my parents are talking about visiting Sveta, so we can sight-see then. I don't know how we'll work that out, but we'll think of something I guess. We can be family friends, or pretend we're interested in the school and she's showing us around, or some other horrible lie that will make us all feel guilty. But in comparison to the truth that has come out over the weekend, who gives a shit, right?

I dropped her off, got a big kiss despite the danger of being seen, and managed to get home without killing myself. Found an email in my inbox saying she couldn't wait to come home again, that she loves me so much.

Honestly, I didn't see it happening like this at all. Not at all. Maybe you all expected it, but I didn't. I wasn't sure I was even going to tell her, let alone telling her and having it go this well. I think she may be more in love with me than before. And whatever you may think about my family, Sveta needs one, and we'll give her one. Even if she and Dad never fuck again, we'll be there for her. Dad and Mom are already figuring out how to get her on the pill so she'll be safer, and as I said, they want to visit, show their support.

A lot of my life isn't going really well, not just jobs but other things, and Sveta is the one bright light in my life right now, so I'm thrilled that things are going the way they are. She doesn't know about the blog yet, but I plan to tell her soon. It's not a secret, I just didn't want to spring yet another thing on her. But I'm hopeful that she'll get a better understanding of my life by reading it. That being said, if she reads something and wants me to take it down, I probably will, so I'm sorry if your favorite story about her goes AWOL. I don't expect it, but it might happen.

I don't know where all this will lead, other than that I feel like Sveta is my sister now, and that's a commitment I can make. I might not have been able to make a different type of commitment because of various issues I have, but this one, I can definitely make. And I'm really happy she and Dad have made love, and hope they will again, but at the same time I hope she also meets other people and broadens her horizons even more. I'm not expecting that right away; for now, I think it's perfect that things have turned out this way because it's not something which will take away from her studies and yet it enables her to have a man to turn to for some lovin' and also to really broaden her horizons an incredible amount.

And lastly, while it's not porn and there are deeper things involved, I am so incredibly turned on by the whole thing. That Sveta and my Dad have fucked is really hot. I'm sure for the observer it is, but for me, it is too. I can't wait to share him with her some more. I can't wait to try other things with her, maybe with Mike if we are ever in the same state as he is. Things are going to a whole new level, and I'm really aroused by that.

Hope you've enjoyed hearing about it and are, if not as thrilled as I am, at least somewhat enthusiastic.

Oh, and since I schedule TMI posts and Porn-of-the-Day posts in advance, there may be some things in them which refer to the situation as it existed prior to this weekend. I'll try to catch them, but if they seem like they were written before, guess what, they were. Ignore or don't, at your pleasure.