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Part One - Pandora's Box
Aaron Wolfe busied himself making lunch. On the other side of the breakfast bar his two daughters bounced around the lounge happily, their playful laughter punctuated with the clack of his knife on the chopping board.
Nothing keeps a pair of nine and seven-year-old kids away from video games and the Internet for long, but this latest make-believe seemed to have some repeat attraction. A few days ago the pair had found a spare collar belonging to the family dog, and were taking it in turns to play at being puppy and owner.
"Roll over!" called Ellie in her best mock-stern voice.
Her big sister Sophie complied, rolling over on the carpet, and then back onto all-fours.
"Now sit!" commanded Ellie, giggling. "Sit! Paw!"
Sophie kneeled down and leant back on her bottom, raising a hand as Ellie brought her own out to meet it in a doggie handshake.
"Good doggie! You get a treat!"
Ellie put her empty palm to Sophie's mouth with an imaginary treat, which Sophie ate up with gusto. "Yum yum!" said Sophie as she 'chewed'.
"Hey, you're not supposed to talk when you're the dog, remember!"
"Oh umm, 'Woof woof!'" barked Sophie, correcting herself. Ellie seemed satisfied.
"Okay, now it's time for walkies."
The younger sister took out a leash next, also borrowed from their real dog Samson, and clipped it to the ring on Sophie's collar. Holding the other end of the leash, Ellie walked her pet on a slow procession through the open-plan house, a circular tour of the lounge, dining room and kitchen, and finally back to the lounge, the older girl following on all-fours and barking as they went.
The girls were still having fun with their doggy role-play when Aaron called them for lunch. The pair skittered hungrily to the table and took their usual seats next to each other, opposite from their father.
"What's for lunch?" asked Ellie, choosing to use her mouth instead of her eyes.
"Ham, cheese and tomato sandwich, and chicken soup."
"Eeew, tomato!" Ellie moaned, pulling her sandwich apart to pick out the healthy offender.
"You liked tomato last week, so you can eat it this week too." said Aaron firmly. "You need to keep trying things or you'll end up just living on junk. Your sister likes tomato, don't you Sophie?"
"Woof woof!" Sophie replied, munching into her sandwich, still collared with her leash dangling.
"Okay, no doggies at the dinner table. Take that collar off please!"
Sophie looked dismayed, but unfastened the collar and set it down without complaint.
Aaron dipped his sandwich into his soup. "Is that game still fun? I hope you're taking turns properly. Sophie seems to be the doggy all the time at the moment."
"That's 'cause she likes being the doggy more anyways," said Ellie through a mouthful of bread. "And I like being the owner more. If we had a real puppy I bet I could teach it loads of tricks and stuff!"
"You remember we do have a real dog, right?" Aaron mocked.
"Yeah, but he isn't a puppy though, he's big already!"
Aaron laughed. "Talking about real dogs, can you both please take Samson for a walk after lunch? I want to get started cleaning out the attic, it's a real mess up there."
Once lunch was over, including all tomatoes grudgingly eaten, the girls set out with Samson. It was a summer afternoon and the weather was warm but not too sweltering, perfect for a walk. They lived on the outskirts of suburbia, and were lucky enough to have a number of nearby cycle-ways and woodland paths which were great for dog walking. The girls had a regular route and Samson himself knew the way, the grey-and white husky dog bounding ahead, mouth open and panting.
With the girls out of the way, Aaron began to tackle the attic. It was dark up there, lit only by a single dingy bulb, and strewn with dusty boxes and plastic bins, jammed haphazardly wherever they would fit. He pulled at something sticking out of one, a string of tinsel coming away in his hand. Aaron never liked coming up here; these dusty boxes held too many memories. He rolled up his sleeves and got on with it, opening boxes up and checking their contents, deciding what stays and what goes. Two hours of sweaty work and dusty coughing later, things were starting to look a lot better. Aaron wiped his brow with his sleeve. Previously cluttered boxes were stacked neatly to the sides, and there was even a clear walkway through the middle, enough space to put your feet down without tripping. The free space was all thanks to the junk now at the foot of the attic ladder, destined for either the trash or charity.
Aaron went to the kitchen for a glass of water, trucking some of the junk downstairs as he went. Sophie and Ellie were back from their walk, the girls watching TV in the lounge with cold drinks of their own.
"What's that?" asked Sophie, interested in the growing pile of junk.
"Just some old things from the attic I'm tossing out."
"No, I mean what's that?" asked Sophie again, pointing at one big canvas bag in particular.
"Oh, that's an old tent, I think. Mom and I used to go camping together sometimes, before you were born."
A tent. The last time they'd used that tent, Julia had still been alive. Aaron didn't want to think about that.
Sophie was interested, however. "Oh, cool! Can we put it up in the garden?"
Aaron sighed. It was the obvious outcome, he should have seen it coming. "I don't know about that Sophie. I don't want to put this thing up just to take it down an hour later when you're bored with it."
"But please dad! It would be awesome. We could even sleep in it tonight! Like a tent sleepover!"
Ellie joined in the chorus of pleading. "Please Daddy! Pleeeeeeeeeaase!"
Aaron groaned. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, but some battles he was happy to lose, and he couldn't help but smile. "Okay, fine! If you really want to! But you're going to have to help me put it up, and take it down, and I'll teach you how."
The girls let out a joint squeal of victory. "Yess!"
Despite being an old tent, the fabric was in pretty good condition, and nothing seemed to be broken. Aaron picked out a spot in the garden to pitch it, nice and flat, and somewhere he could easily see from the house. Under his directions the girls helped to set it up, joining poles, straightening fabric and hammering down pegs, being reminded in the latter to watch their little fingers.
With the tent up, Sophie and Ellie spent the rest of the afternoon playing outside, darting in and out of the tent, running around the garden squealing. The pair dashed bare-footed back and forth between the tent and the house, filling the tent with an endless parade of toys, plushies and blankets. The girls put down some comfy covers on the ground sheet, and blankets and pillows from their own beds on top, giving the tent a familiar smell, and the feeling of their own rooms.
When bedtime eventually rolled around, Aaron made a big show of wishing the girls goodnight, telling them they were all alone for the night, pulling up the tent zipper as they giggled under the covers.
Within an hour, the sun had fully set, and the house and garden were dark, and silent. From the lounge Aaron could see the glow of the battery-powered lantern hanging in the tent. The girls would probably still be awake. He wasn't worried about his kids or anything, not really. Sophie was a sensible girl, and it was a quiet neighbourhood. Even so, he felt the need to check on them.
As he crept towards the tent, Aaron considered pretending to be a monster. Maybe he'd rustle and shake the tent, and let out a scary roar to give the girls a fright!
Just as he was about to rush the tent, he heard a sound coming from inside. A gasp perhaps, or maybe... a moan? Whatever was going on in there, Aaron wanted to know. He hunkered down and quietly creeped towards the tent. Lantern light was coming from a hole where the door zipper wasn't fully up, and he crouched down to put an eye against the glowing chink.
Aaron's view wasn't great, and he moved his head around, trying to get a better view. There was Ellie, eyes closed with her head on her pillow, seeming to be asleep. Sophie's side of the tent was empty. Looking around a little more, he saw Ellie's bedcovers were pulled to the side, and looking down he found Sophie, face buried between her little sister's bare and open legs.
"Holy shit!" thought Aaron, mind racing as he realised his seven-year-old child was being licked out by her own sister.
Aaron grabbed the tent zipper. He was a second away from wrenching it down and demanding answers, but for some reason he decided to wait. This was unbelievable, and he had to see what was happening.
Ellie was laid on her back. Her blonde hair, earlier in pig-tails, was now untied for bedtime and falling over her pillow. Her eyes were closed, but she definitely wasn't asleep. Her pajama top was on, but she was naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide to give her sister good access to her little pussy.
Sophie herself was on her front, still in her pajamas, her usual ponytail keeping her hair out of the way. There wasn't room in the tent for Sophie to have her legs out straight, and so she had her feet in the air, waving happily back and forth as she licked her sister's baby slit.
"Ish nice?" asked Sophie, between muffled licks.
"Mmmnn, yeah," said Ellie quietly. "Feels good."
Sophie was wearing Samson's spare collar again. The leash was attached, and Ellie held the other end. She gave a steady tug on it, pulling her sister in deeper against her pussy. With her spare hand she reached down and petted Sophie's head approvingly.
"Good doggie," praised Ellie as her sister kept licking, "Good doggie!"
Aaron was frozen to the spot, as if time itself had stopped. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the incredible scene. He watched as Sophie slowly tongued her little sister's pussy with long, wet licks, listening to the soft moans of his youngest daughter as she cooed in pleasure. Her voice was so familiar to him but he'd never heard her like this before, so beautiful, so wonderful in her arousal. Aaron felt a tingle in his pants as his penis betrayed him, surging with secret desire for his little girl.
He wanted to see more of this, every single second of this, but the girls could notice him at any moment. He didn't know how he'd even react if they did, and now wasn't the time to find out. He watched for as long as he dared, but eventually tore his eyes away and retreated to the house, heart beating out of his chest. His mind was awash with excitement, but also with questions. What on earth was going on? The collar and lead were obviously no accident, they must have planned to take them to the tent that evening, which means they've definitely been at this for some time. When did his daughters find a chance to start having sex behind his back?
As a parent, Aaron was fully aware he should have scolded the girls, or at least put an end to their play. That was just common sense. His wife Julia would have stepped in without a moment's hesitation. But Aaron wasn't her, and he'd always known that. Since Julia passed away he'd tried with all his might to be more like her than ever, to make up for her absence and be a perfect father for the girls. But he wasn't her. He wasn't her. The thought raced around his mind, tormenting him. He wasn't her, and he simply never could be.
Catching himself pacing, Aaron went to the fridge and cracked a beer to calm his thoughts, gulping it down right there in the glow of the refrigerator's open door. The liquid was cold in his throat, and the welcome taste of alcohol steadied his nerves.
Ever since he was a child himself, Aaron had always been attracted to little girls. At first that seemed perfectly normal. Why wouldn't a young boy like girls his own age? He had crushes on his school classmates just like any other boy, and at night he hid in bed imagining those same girls naked, humping a pillow with his tiny erection just like any other boy. As he'd grown older however his attractions refused to get older with him, and eventually he realised something about him was different. For years he'd struggled with that difference, and for the longest time he thought he was doomed to be alone, until he met Julia. The two clicked in so many ways, and something about her was just fundamentally reassuring. She was a person who listened to him, someone who was easy to open up to. It had taken time, but Aaron had slowly shared everything about himself with her, and in her seemingly infinite kindness she'd accepted him, along with all his flaws and imperfections.
When Sophie and later Ellie had been born, Aaron was thrilled to have children, and especially thrilled to have girls. At the same time he was also scared, but Julia had been there for him then too. She'd helped him to be the best version of himself, and gave relief to his more carnal desires. Since Julia had passed Aaron had tried hard, so very very hard, but years of holding back those parts of himself had been anguish, and inside he was screaming. After seeing what he'd just seen, could he really forget about it? Could he really put those feelings back in the bottle and pretend like it never happened?
Aaron's thoughts were like a maze, but he cracked another beer and slowly found his way back to the present. He didn't know what he was going to do next, but to start with he had questions. Where had the girls even got the idea? The answer to that at least seemed obvious. Unlike a lot of children the girls didn't yet have phones of their own; Aaron had been holding off on that as long as possible, hoping to spare them from the online peer pressure and social media addiction that likely followed. Sophie did however have a laptop, supposedly for school work but realistically, much more often for Minecraft.
He made his way to Sophie's room and sat at her desk, opening the laptop. She might be in need of some new furniture soon, Aaron mused. Her current desk and chair were still from the children's range, and Aaron perched on the small white seat with only half of each butt cheek. He knew the password, of course - that was part of the deal. Sophie could use the laptop only if Aaron was allowed to check up on what she was doing with it. For the first few months he'd checked in quite regularly, but there was never anything untoward and recently he hadn't felt the need.
Opening up the browser history, Aaron grinned. Sophie obviously hadn't yet figured out Incognito mode, or how to clear the history. Not only were her visited sites there, but search history too, and what Aaron saw made his jaw drop. There was the obvious "sex", and the slightly more experimental "boy sex with boy" and "girl sex with girl". But it didn't end there. She'd obviously looked up "furry sex" more than once, and even "dog sex" too! Where had she learnt about furries? He clicked through on a number of the results, each visited purple link feeling like he was following the trail of Sophie's own journey of discovery.
Some of the visited links were directly to specific videos, and Aaron opened a few up. One showed a fairly vanilla scene. In another a girl in a collar and cat ears was riding a guy's dick cowgirl style as he laid on his back. Aaron noticed that the volume on the laptop was already muted. She's a smart and sneaky girl, his Sophie.
Aaron gasped as he opened up more links. "Shit! These are some pretty hot videos!"
He clicked open a few, watching half a minute or so of each erotic clip that Sophie had seen before him. Aaron felt his jeans starting to bulge. He knew it was wrong to be getting aroused like this in his daughter's room, but he couldn't resist that feeling. It had been too long since he'd let himself give in to his desires, and he wanted to enjoy it. He pulled his pants down and his dick bounced free, begging to be touched.
Aaron stroked himself as he opened a few more links. It was hard to believe that his cute and innocent daughter had secretly been watching all these naughty videos! The next one he opened was a girl-on-girl oral scene, and he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, inspired by what he'd seen in the tent just minutes earlier. Had Sophie sat here rubbing her pussy as she watched this video? Heck, had she shown them to Ellie even? His little baby Ellie could have sat here bare-naked on this very chair, watching porn while Sophie knelt under the desk and licked her pussy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The video and his own thoughts were all too much, and Aaron couldn't hold it any longer. He leant back in the chair and grunted as he shot rope after rope of cum, catching most in his hands. After his orgasm subsided, Aaron's thoughts returned quickly to post-nut clarity. Sophie didn't have any tissues in her room, so Aaron was forced to make an awkward guilty waddle to the main bathroom to clean up.
Returning with a few tissues, Aaron wiped up anything he'd missed, and closed down the open tabs and browser, shutting the laptop lid into place with a click.
He flopped backwards onto Sophie's bed, to be with his thoughts. The bed was bare, of course; her bedcovers were all with her in the tent, aside from the under-sheet, but even that still smelled like her, and he breathed deeply. Her scent was warm and familiar, full of love and kindness, but it was also somehow spicy, erotic, and enticing. The feelings blended into one in Aaron's mind, and he could barely tell them apart, even if he wanted to.
Aaron thought back again to the scene he'd witnessed in the tent, Sophie lavishing her love on her little sister, face glowing with happiness. He thought of Ellie too, cheeks blushed pink with arousal, her eyes rolled in sexual bliss. He knew what any other parent would do, but the idea of living his whole life never again seeing his wonderful children like that was torture. It was just impossible. He needed it, and more than that, he was determined to be a part of it.
Pandora's box had been opened, and it could never be closed.