Bent
Equipment Ch. 4
by Abe Lin
Group sex, bisexual, incest, big cock, growth
“I’m home,” I sang out, just like all the other days, except…
Except it wasn’t like all the other days I’d come home from my mostly mind-numbing job. Other days, I’d come home, sing out in the same way I’d done since the days when the kids would come running when I did it.
I was home early – I couldn’t be in the office anymore that day. After my lunch time “appointment” I went back in, but after an hour or so, I realized I wasn’t doing anything at all and left the building to make the drive home.
Now, in the back entrance by the kitchen, silence. As I shucked off my shoes and plugged in my phone, in my mind’s eye, I could see each child in their room, allegedly doing homework, earphones plugged in, most likely texting their friends. Jenn, maybe upstairs in her office focused on email to god-knows-who, though since it was a Friday night – a girls’ night out night, most likely in our bedroom – the one I didn’t sleep in anymore (didn’t I mention that) – dressing up to the nines for her night out with “the girls.”
Yeah, I just did the air quotes thing around “the girls”. I was finding it increasingly hard to believe that she dressed like she did, her D cup breasts half exposed, her blonde hair and blue eyes offset by some form-fitting dress that showed her tits and her legs equally well.
Now, however, I felt different. She might be going out tonight. She might be getting a fat cock in every hole tonight. She might think she’s going to get herself a bigger dick than she had at home. She might think that.
Standing in the kitchen, I felt flushed with anger, and strangely, desire. I realized, standing there in that silent house that I wanted to see her fucked in every hole. In my mind’s eye, I wanted to walk into the room where two guys were plugging her fore and aft, and see the look on her face as I unzipped, fished my hardening cock out of my pants and fed her my eight hard, and almost straight inches.
After standing for a few moments, I went to drop off my briefcase in my home office. It was all the way down the hall past the kids’ rooms and, as I passed Amy’s room, I heard muffled movement and whispers coming from within. I thought no more of it and dropped off my stuff and was unbuttoning my shirt, intending to lose my office wear in favor of something more comfortable, when I heard a distinct moan come from Amy’s room.
What was this? I thought to myself.
Nathan’s door was open and his room dark – I’d assumed on the way down the hall that he wasn’t home. Now however, listening more closely at the door – okay, eavesdropping at the door, that there were two voices and one of them was low enough to be Nathan’s recently baritone growl.
My son had shot up over the past 18 months or so, from a strictly average 5’7” as a sophomore to the 6’2” strapping Adonis he was now. Girls drooled over him – he had had a couple of steady girlfriends, but in the last six months or so, his dating had cooled off and he seemed to spend more time at home. …with his sister.
What was my boy doing to his sister, I wondered?
Gently testing the knob, it turned, unlocked, and opened without a tell-tale click. Pushing open the door just an inch, I could see the head of Amy’s girlish bed. I could see enough to tell that all the covers were on the floor and stuffed animals scattered around. Pushing it open another half inch, and scooting closer to the doorjamb, I was rewarded with the sight of my baby girl’s wavy dark hair cascading over the pillow, her mouth open in a soundless cry, in what looked very much like an orgasm.
Astounded – and aroused – I took the chance of easing the door open another half inch. Now I could see that she was completely nude and my cock lurched to see her perfectly formed, pink-nippled heaving breasts as she shuddered through another orgasm.
Opening another inch, becoming much less cautious, my eyes traveled down her body to see the tousled blonde hair of my 17-year-old son as he licked and sucked between the thighs of his sixteen-year-old sister.
Suddenly, I felt pain in my Johnson, almost a ripping sensation, right in the spot where the bend had been. I reached down and unbuckled my pants, untangling my dick from the boxers I wore beneath the dress pants. Looking down, I was astounded to see that it had grown even larger! My cock must have been almost 9 inches and big enough around that a small hand – like the hand of my daughter – wouldn’t have fit around it.
Looking up again, I realized that I must have knocked the door open even wider, and as I stood there with my gigantic cock in my hand, my darling daughter was looking right back at me, her hand over her mouth in horror.
As I stood there, I felt my pants drop completely down around my ankles. Nathan’s attack on her pussy hadn’t abated – he still didn’t know that his father was standing with his pants around his ankles and his hard cock in hand, in the doorway of his sister’s bedroom.
Without really thinking about it, with my dick-free hand, I reached up and unbuttoned the last couple buttons on my dress shirt and let it drop to the floor. Stepping carefully out of my pants, now stroking my hard-on and caressing the big purple knob dripping with pre-cum, I moved closer to the bed.
Amy’s eyes closed involuntarily and both hands clutched the bedsheets as another orgasm wracked her small, lithe and incredibly sexy body.
“Dad? OHmygod.” I heard Nathan say.
“Don’t stop, keep going – make her cum again,” I instructed him – all without my eyes leaving the wide eyes of my daughter, which had focused back on me again.
I stroked up and down the shaft of newly engorged monster, stepping closer now and guiding the head of my cock to rub my sticky pre-cum along the open lower lip of my daughter’s mouth.
Closing her eyes again, she reached up and put her little hand around the end of my cock, just behind the head, and opened her mouth wide to suck the mottled purple, leaking helmet into her mouth. I felt her teeth graze teasingly as she worked to admit the entire head past her delicate lips, swirling around the head with her soft pink tongue.
Nathan hadn’t gone back to putting his face in his sisters pussy, instead he was standing between her legs at the end of the bed, slowly stroking his rock hard cock – a dick that a week ago would have been longer and fatter than mine, but not now.
With my cock in my own daughter’s mouth, I said to him, “Nathan,” he looked up, “Nathan, fuck her.”
He stared at me for a minute, then, pure lust etched on his face, he bent his knees slightly and began to run the engorged head of his cock up and down the wet, glistening cunt lips of his baby sister.
For her part, she moaned, hummingly on my cock, and her sucking became more frenzied as I watched Nathan push the circumcised head of his stiff prick into her. She pulled my cock out of her mouth to moan “Yes, oh god, YESSSS,” as he pushed all the way home, his balls slapping against her tight little ass.
“Fuck me, Nathan,” she said, stroking my cock, her eyes darting between the cock splitting her labia and the monster in her hand. My monster.
Suddenly, everything became clouded over – I remember holding Amy’s head as I fucked her mouth, watching my son as he slammed his cock into her, over and over. I remember watching his face screw up as he clutched her hips, holding himself tight inside her as he spewed cum inside of her teenaged cunt.
I remember pulling out of her mouth and the burning feeling that started in my thighs as I spewed out rope after rope of cum over my baby’s face, neck tits and belly – some of it even splashed against my son’s flat, muscular stomach.
…and I remember stumbling down the hall, without a word to my son or daughter, to shower away the smell of cum and pussy that seemed to cover me like a layer of fur…
…to be continued…