Subject: My Dad and Cousin Tammy (MF, Mf, incest, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: APRIL 25, 2009
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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Summary:
If you were a man in your forties and you had the opportunity to have sex with a
sixteen year-old girl, would you turn her down? Of course not. The question
then becomes, would it make it even better if she was your brother’s youngest
daughter?
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Leading up to Easter
Chapter 2 – Meeting My Dad Before Church
Chapter 3 – Easter Church Service
Chapter 4 – Brunch
Chapter 5 – My Dad and Tammy
Chapter 1 – Leading up to Easter
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I’ve written a lot about my feelings regarding incest in gruesome detail in
other entries so I won’t belabor the issue again. There IS one key point,
however, that is relevant to this situation that needs to be repeated. One of
my “guidelines for incest” is that I believe both parents should be involved,
preferably the entire family, to avoid potentially explosive situations, not to
mention the inherent tension that comes with being forced to keep such a massive
secret should either the mother or father not be involved.
So having said that, now I am left to rationalize why I preach this to others
but haven’t followed my own guidelines when it comes to my own family. First,
it was never my original intention to initiate anything incestual between my
cousin Tammy and he dad, my Uncle Jim, or her older brother Rick. As much as
I’d like to think otherwise, I’m NOT always totally in control of every
situation and things sort of took on a life of their own and got out of hand.
Actually, it all started rather innocently, just a little bit of cousins fooling
around in her bedroom one day after we got horny from some naughty chatting on
the Internet. Even at thirteen, Tammy had a natural aurora of sensuality about
her that made me feel it was appropriate, even though she is six years younger
than me.
It might help to remind everyone that back in their teen years, my dad and his
youngest brother were quite the hustlers from the way my mom described them to
me. Both of them had sex with my mom (as well as her sister) while they were in
high school but in the end, my mom married my dad while Uncle Jim married my
Aunt Shari shortly afterwards. Being Uncle Jim was her husband’s brother, my
mother could have continued on having sex with him without violating her
marriage vows, but my Aunt Shari was definitely NOT the type to condone such
actions. Frankly, I’ve never really understood why my uncle married her in the
first place being she is so prudish. Still, while he may have remained to
faithful to his wife (out of fear more than love?) I saw how he looked at me
when I was around, especially when I flirted with him a little. Thus it really
didn’t come as a huge surprise to me to learn that when my dad suggested that I
might be “available”, any worries about the wrath of his wife fell away and soon
he was doing what I think a lot of uncles like to do – fucking his niece. As I
mentioned before, technically he wasn't committing adultery as I was his
brother’s daughter and thus a member of his family, but I doubt my Aunt Shari
would’ve seen it the same way.
To be honest, while I’d always found it fun to tease him, my uncle isn’t exactly
the nicest guy in the world and the only reason I allowed his to fuck me was to
please my dad. Even so, at first it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, once he was
doing me it seemed only natural for his son to follow in his footsteps and
needless to say, Rick was more than willing to go along. Thus in the space of
just over a week, I’d taught my youngest cousin about girl-girl sex and had sex
with my uncle and his son. Quite a week, to say the least, but then in my
experience, it seems that once when things get started they tend to take off
rapidly so in retrospect, it really wasn't that surprising.
One thing that DID catch me a little off-guard was to learn that my mom had her
eye on Rick as well. Once I’d broken the ice with Rick (during which she helped
things get started but then stayed away once it heated up), it was only a couple
of weeks before she took advantage of the Rick being a member of her family.
Other than my uncle, Rick was the only guy to have sex with my mom since she
married my dad and anything with my uncle was way back when they first got
married. Thus Rick was the first guy she’d been with in over twenty years
besides my dad. Being a horny teenage boy with extensive staying power didn't
hurt either! To be sure, my parents are VERY strict about adultery and anyone
who knows me understands that they have passed on those principles to me as
well. Bottom line, if someone is not a member of your family, then they are off
limits once you’re married – no exceptions, not even if the spouse gives
“permission”.
For the next few months, things pretty much went along as usual. My mom
suddenly seemed to have a lot of odd jobs for Rick to do. Fortunately for
everyone, his insane mother was totally clueless about everything. Actually, I
doubt she could’ve even imagined such a thing going on between her sister-in-law
and her son so it’s not like she suspected anything. After the first time we
played around, Tammy and me didn’t do all that much together. What we did was
fun to start but with her mother’s overbearing ways and her older sister’s being
a clone of her mother, it wasn't like we had all that many opportunities anyway.
Besides, I got the impression Tammy was more interested in boys.
When I was returned for Christmas Break from college, I had some more fun with
Rick and so far as I knew, Tammy had no idea that I was having sex with her
brother and dad (although sex with my Uncle was very rare, thankfully). Then a
couple of days after Christmas she caught us together and to my surprise, she
was interested in learning to suck dick. While it killed Rick that she refused
to let him go all the way with her, it did open new doors between the two of
them. As things turned out, I learned she gained quite the reputation for being
a cock teaser which helped explain her interest that first time! As much as
Rick begged, Tammy refused to give up her virginity to him. I didn’t do
anything to try to push her into having sex either. When she was ready, she
would do it and nobody should ever push a girl into taking that step until she
is ready. Till then, she seemed more than happy polishing her newfound blowjob
skills.
It wasn’t until the following summer that anything changed much. It was August
and Tammy had just had her fourteenth birthday in late June. Our two families
were on a weekend trip to a state park where we boated and just relaxed,
something we did periodically. It was there I took the initiative that changed
everything, so far as Tammy was concerned at least. First, realize that I’ve
always felt a deep sense of guilt because I didn’t give my virginity to my
father. To be fair, when I was fourteen I had no idea whatsoever he was even
interested in my that way, but still, things are what they are and I shouldn't
have been so naïve and read the signs to recognize what he wanted. Looking
back, it was pretty obvious but I missed it completely. It wasn't until I was
sixteen and had sex with my parents for the first time that my mom confided in
me his earlier desires – and disappointment when he learned that a sixteen year-
old boy had deflowered his little girl. Everyone keeps telling me that I
shouldn't feel guilty – but I do.
So here I was in our cabin, my hot little fourteen year-old virgin cousin laying
next to me, and my parents sound asleep in the next room. It doesn’t take much
imagination to figure out my thoughts at the time. Since he didn't get to have
ME when I was fourteen, why not let him be with Tammy? In my mind, it would be
sort of like she was acting as a surrogate for me, giving my dad a chance to
experience something that he most likely thought he would never be able to do.
Long story short (the details are all in my diary) It was one of the most erotic
episodes of my life to watch as my dad gently and lovingly took my cousin’s
virginity. While my mom wasn’t exactly thrilled over the idea, she didn’t
oppose it either and even helped out a little as well. The next day my dad
arranged for a “father-daughter” day out on the boat. Kate, as usual, wasn't
interested in doing anything with anybody so it was just the four of us.
Needless to say, our fathers weren't interested in fishing and my uncle got to
do his daughter for the first time. As erotic as it was to watch them, I
couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart to think that I could have given my
father the same experience at that age but I failed to do so – regardless of the
reason.
Once Tammy had lost her virginity, she no longer seemed worried about having sex
with her brother, something Rick took advantage of a couple of days later. I
couldn’t keep this secret from my Cousin Kristi who promptly arranged for a
cousin get-together where the four of us enjoyed each other in ways we never had
before – and never have since for that matter. People think that just because
you CAN have sex with your family, that every day is a wild orgy but in reality
it’s not true. In fact, “orgies” are probably LESS prevalent in out family than
in others that ‘swing”.
Tammy soon became quite the little slut, even more so than me or Kristi had been
at her age but then, she had some pretty good mentors if I should say so myself!
As I just mentioned, since that crazy summer it’s not like we all have sex
together all the time. Actually, it’s a bit of a rarity but that’s just as well
considering the family situation. Maybe one of the hotter times was the
following summer when Rick and Tammy came over and I watched my dad with Tammy
and my mom with Rick. God, now THAT was hot to watch, believe you me. Don't get
the wrong impression though. Something like that was a one-time thing, not
“typical” at all.
Before you get yet another wrong idea, my dad has only had sex with Tammy maybe
a half-dozen times or so over the past two years. Part of the “problem” has
been that my uncle is quite an ass and after we replayed our “father-daughter
swap” the next summer, I refused to have sex with him because of the way he
treated me. Unfortunately, my uncle retaliated by not allowing my dad to be
with Tammy, even if it WAS only a once-in-a-blue-moon thing. I guess it shows
how much I love my dad that I submitted to my uncle one last time about a year
ago on the condition that he allow my dad to be with Tammy again.
Since then, I haven’t been with my uncle again and except for a few moments
where we would fool around in the our hot tub or her pool, I wasn't doing
anything with Tammy either. Tammy turned sixteen last summer and from what I’ve
heard, has earned quite the “reputation” but it’s strictly with boys her age.
Although Rick has told me she will still “entertain” his friends now and then,
it’s becoming harder and harder to convince her and as for her dad, I hate to
say this but she only has sex with him because he demands it from her.
After my mother left us last fall, Rick pretty much has stayed away from me. He
seemed uncomfortable dealing with her death, at least so far as I was concerned.
Besides, I always got the impression he loved fucking my mom a lot more than me,
maybe something about the MILF fantasies boys his age seem to enjoy?
Speaking of relationships, in the past few months my dad and my Aunt Linda
(Kristi’s mom) have become MUCH closer. By that I mean sexually closer, but NOT
in a “lover” sort of way. My dad and her have enjoyed sex since back in their
high school days (make that grade school for her) and that relationship never
even slowed after they both got married (a large reason why she eventually had
to divorce her overly jealous husband). After my mom’s death, I think that sort
of thing went on temporary “hold” but once it started again, now it seems she
spends a LOT of nights with him. From what I can tell, it’s more a close
friendship than romance, with both of them meeting the other’s “needs”.
Soooooo, what does all this have to do with Tammy and my dad? Well, the reason
I took the time and effort to mention all of this was to set the stage for why
things happened as they did this past Easter. Thus when our entire family got
together for Easter this year, the status was as follows: My dad and Aunt Linda
were having sex regularly, she even stayed the night many times. As for me and
my dad, we typically got together Sundays before church, and maybe another time
during the week but not usually given his heavy work commitments and my crazy
party schedule. My dad hadn’t been with Tammy since last summer, and it was a
subject we generally didn't discuss as I knew his LUST for her was still there,
but he realized that the opportunities simply weren’t available. So far as I
knew, Tammy wasn't having sex with her brother anymore, except for maybe a rare
party or so, and she avoided it with her father as much as possible. In some
ways, it was for the best because if my Aunt Shari ever found them together,
there would be hell to pay! It was bad enough that she was constantly battling
Tammy about her taste in clothes (slutty) and the way she behaved in front of
boys, (slutty as well), but INCEST would have simply been the straw that broke
her back.
Which takes me to Easter, 2009....
The past few years our family has taken to going out for dinners on holidays
rather than someone having to fix a ton of food and be forced to deal with the
mess, clutter and stress of a big family dinner. While holiday brunches aren’t
usually very cheap, everyone gets to eat what they want, and as much of it as
they can stuff down. Then the best part - when you get home there are no
dishes or leftovers to deal with. Personally, I think it’s a great idea. This
year our plans were to attend the Easter service at church together and then
head straight to the hotel where the brunch was being served. Even though we
had reservations, past experience had taught us it never hurts to get there
early. Afterward dinner, the plan was to meet back at my Aunt Shari and Uncle
Jim’s house since they had the most room. Even though it was way too early for
the pool to be opened up, hopefully the weather hold up and let us sit out on
the deck without freezing to death!
Chapter 2 – Meeting My Dad Before Church
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Every family develops “traditions” that are unique to them. Even if similar to
others, there is something special about every family, something that makes them
different from everyone else. Growing up, we had many of the “usual” traditions
– Thanksgiving with the relatives, Mother’s and Father’s Day, how we spent the
Christmas holidays, etc. My dad and I also developed a few “special” traditions
over the years that helped bond us together in a way only a father and daughter
can.
One such tradition was that every Christmas, starting back when I was just a
young girl, my dad would buy me a special outfit that I would then model for
him. When I was younger, it was a cute dress or maybe a new skirt and top. As
I got older, the styles reflected the physical and emotional changes in me
during the past year. As I became more “aware” of myself and started dressing
in more revealing outfits, so too the Christmas outfits became more revealing
and sensual. Of course, when I was just barely a teenager I had no idea my dad
was sexually excited when I would “model” for him, but then why would I have
thought such a thing? Of course I knew he got hard when I posed provocatively,
I wasn't blind and I’d seen him masturbate enough to know what it meant. Still,
it was all just a game for me and I knew from seeing my dad masturbate that
erections weren't something he could control. Just because he had an erection
was no reason for me to think that he wanted to have sex with me! If anything,
I found it to be fun to see if I could flirt and tease him to make him hard but
I never stripped, touched him, or anything at all “inappropriate”. Of course,
once I started having sex with him the next Christmas outfit was quite a bit
more provocative than any in the past! Over the years since, they have served
as a reflection how his fantasy life has evolved and I’ve kept every one he’s
given me.
Another “tradition” that developed soon after we started practicing incest, but
has since become more rare, is our “morning time” together. My dad started
getting up for work a little early so he could spend some “quality time” with me
before leaving. As a rule, we didn’t have a lot of time so it wasn’t typically
anything that got too involved or complicated, just enough to get him “ready”
and send him off in the right frame of mind for work. Sometimes all he did was
masturbate and cum on me while I slept, leaving me to wake up later with the
evidence of his handiwork on my face and boobs. Usually I was awake in which
case he would sometimes stand by the side of the bed and let me suck him off.
Of course he preferred fucking me but often just a blowjob was all we had time
for. My favorite, without question, was when he would try to sneak into bed
with me and fuck me without waking me. Needless to say, that is a LOT harder
than it sounds as unless I was REALLY sound asleep, the first touch against my
pussy was usually enough to wake me. Every now and then, though, I would be
especially tired and I would wake to the feeling of his dick swelled up inside
of me. God I love that! There is something incredibly erotic about knowing a
guy has been fucking me while I was asleep, of being unaware of what he was
doing to me, and then waking to feel him already in me. It was like he was
taking me as his prize , regardless of whatever I might have to say about it.
Unfortunately, now that I live in my own apartment, this “tradition” hasn’t been
practiced for quite a while.
One other father-daughter tradition my dad and me have developed over the years
is our “pre-church fuck”. Usually it’s just before we are ready to head off to
church, usually with me all dressed and ready to go. The way it works is he
comes to my room as I am finishing up getting dressed. Then he simply lifts my
dress or skirt, pulls my panties to the side (those rare time I wear) and fucks
me. Like the morning fuck tradition, it’s typically nothing wild and crazy,
just my dad having some quick sex with me and then cumming inside of me. It use
to drive my mom crazy as sometimes he wasn't as quick as others and she would
complain we were late for church, but I can’t remember a time he stopped before
climaxing in me. Actually, cumming inside of me was the REAL goal as it only
took a few minutes to get to church and often his cum start draining from me as
we sat in the pews. If I was bare ass under my dress or skirt, it wasn’t a
rarity for me to leave a small wet spot on the cushions! I’m sure you can
imagine how special it is for me to sit in church, surrounded by literally
hundreds of people, and feeling my pussy tingle from having just been fucked by
my loving father, seated to my side. I’ve often wondered what people would have
said had they known!
This last “tradition” is something we have tried hard (no pun intended) to
maintain, although with me moving out of the house to my own apartment it’s
required a few modifications. Now I have to get ready and go over to his house
early enough to give him time to fuck me and still make it to church. When I
lived at home, for better or worse HE set the schedule. Now it’s up to me to
get there on time and I’m not exactly known for being punctual!
Today was Easter and I knew the church would be packed so I had to get to my
dad’s house a bit early if anything. I was wearing my brand new Easter outfit,
a simple white dress with a bow that wrapped around my waist and tied in back.
It was strapless, dependent on the elastic in the ruffled “peasant girl” top
that covered my boobs to keep it up in place. I fell in love with it at the
store because it showed off my boobs nicely, just enough to cover my nipples but
leaving plenty of cleavage exposed. Of course the hem line was a little shorter
than most girls would have worn to church, but it was by no means a “slut dress”
as my dad likes to classify most of the skirts and dresses that make up my
wardrobe. After all, it WAS Easter and I felt a little more reverence than
usual was called for.
Again, being it was Easter, I chose to wear a pair of white hose, the type with
the elastic band at the top so you don't need a garter belt. The fact I could
wear them without exposing the tops when I sat down was a testament to how much
longer this dress was than what I normally preferred to wear. Granted, I had to
remember to hold it down and tug at it a little but when I sat to keep it low
enough, but even if I should “forget”, it wasn’t like my panties would be
showing. Speaking of which, I wasn’t really wearing panties but more of a white
thong although, like my dress, it wasn't the most revealing pair in my drawer.
In fact, I could have probably gotten away with wearing it alone at the pool
except when it was wet it became rather transparent.
On my drive over I was excited even more than usual as it had been a few weeks
since I’d last seen my dad. The previous week he’d been out of town on business
and the week before Linda had stayed over the night before. Of course Aunt
Linda knew about our Sunday morning tradition and she apologized to me profusely
later at church, saying she had forgotten all about it once things got started
the previous evening. What could I say to that? I knew the feeling...
Arriving at my dad’s house (seems funny to call it that now), I pulled in and
parked at the top of the concrete paved driveway rather than driving down to the
garage. The garage was attached to the back of the basement - as it is in many
Pittsburgh homes that built on the ever-present hills, and it was a steep drop
once you started down the driveway. Normally I would use the basement entrance
as my dad spent most of the time when he was home in the family room which was
part of the basement. On Sundays, however, he was usually getting the last
minute things done in either the bedroom or bathroom so odds were he was
upstairs (as in the second floor). Not to be lazy but I figured why climb up
TWO flights of stairs when you didn’t have to?
As I walked from my car to the front porch, I stood still for a moment in the
middle of the sidewalk, taking a look around at the neighborhood where I’d spent
my entire childhood. It was surprisingly quiet but I suppose that was because
of the holiday. Even our Jewish neighbors weren't out working on the lawn
today. So many memories.....
Of course I had a key so I let myself in the front door. Setting my purse on
the table in the entryway, I slipped off my white heels and silently padded my
way up the hardwood steps to the second floor. As I took the last step up, my
parent’s room was in front of me but it appeared empty. To the right stretched
the short hallway with my room adjacent to my dad’s and the bathroom across the
hall. Two smaller bedrooms flanked ours, one at each end of the house, but they
were used more for storage now. My room still looked like the day I’d left and
I smiled as I recalled some of the more pleasant memories of my childhood that
it conjured up as I peered inside.
The bathroom door was cracked open and I peeked inside where my dad was trying
to adjust his tie in the mirror. He had on his grey suit pants with a plain
white shirt and a blue striped tie. His coat was probably on the bed, if I knew
his habits, and from the warmth and humidity in the air, he must have just
finished his shower not too long before.
“Hey daddy!” I greeted him, throwing the door open and reaching out to him. My
dad smiled and dropped his tie, stepping over to give me a big hug. He looked
at his watch and frowned slightly.
“Cutting it a little close this morning, aren’t we?” he teased me. True, church
was suppose to start in twenty minutes but it was only a two minute drive to get
there and with the crowd they would have this morning, odds were it wouldn’t
start on time anyway.
“Daddy! Don’t be mean to me,” I pretended to whine, putting my finger to my
mouth and twisting my hips with my toes pointed to the floor like I would when I
was twelve or so. Well, it worked just as good this morning as it had back then
as my dad grinned at me and stepped back to look at my dress.
“That new?”
“Yeah, I got it at Macy’s yesterday... what do you think?”
My dad grinned even more broadly and replied, “Well, if you MUST know, it covers
WAY too much but then I guess it IS an Easter dress.”
I giggled and flipped up my dress to flash my bottom. “See, I even have panties
on this morning!”
My dad rolled his eyes as if I had just announced the end of life on Earth as we
know it. “My oh my, just goes to show that miracles DO occur on Easter!” he
teased me some more.
My hands reached up to the bust of my dress and I slipped my fingers just inside
and pulled the top down, the elastic stretching to allow it to pull over my
boobs and then tighten again just underneath, leaving them exposed with my
nipples all nice and perky for him.
“Is this better?” I asked innocently.
“Mmmmmm, MUCH better,” he sighed, his eyes fixed on my boobs. It wasn't like
he’d never seen them before but still, I loved it when he stared at them. My
hands cupped them and I hefted them up and down a bit, like I was comparing two
cantaloupes at the supermarket. “God I love your tits,” he groaned softly,
reaching out with one hand to pinch my nipple and then placing it flat on my
breast and squeezing it slightly.
“We have to get going daddy.... you gonna fuck me or what?” I said with a grin.
God, how many times had I said those words, or something similar? “Fuck me
daddy,” were his three most favorite words and no matter how many times I said
them to him, he never seemed to grow tire of hearing it. I guess having your
own daughter ask you to fuck her is something a father never can hear too often.
Reaching down to his suit pants, I pressed against his crotch where I could feel
his dick through the thin material. It wasn't like he was fully erect, or even
half-way there so I knew I had to give him some help to get started. It wasn't
his fault... between being in his forties now and the high blood pressure
medication, there were times his dick didn’t always respond quite up to
expectations. In the more extreme cases, I might just give him a BJ as I found
that a man doesn’t have to be erect to cum - it just makes it a lot harder to
get him inside of me when he’s not as stiff as he could be.
“Sorry babe, guess it’s gonna be one of those mornings...,” he tried to
apologize.
“Well, we’ll just have to see what I can do about it,” I said determinedly,
squatting down on my tip toes in front of him as I undid his belt and pants. I
wasn't about to kneel in the bright white hose I was wearing and getting all
undressed was NOT an option when you’re on a time-crunch. After unzipping his
pants, I pulled his boxer shorts down enough to let his semi-flaccid dick flop
out. Hmmmm, I certainly had my work cut out for me, that was for sure, and not
much time to do it.
Taking his soft dick in my mouth, I cradled his balls in one hand as I used the
other to keep my balance by holding onto the bathroom entrance molding. He
smelled of soap with a slight hint of sexual musk as I felt his soft dick in my
mouth against my tongue. Letting him out until I was holding just the head in
my mouth, I used my tongue to tease the tip of his dick, playing around the edge
and tickling his hole at the tip. My fingers were running through the thick
hair of his crotch as I heard him moan slightly as I sucked a little harder on
his dick head, then taking it all back in my mouth again.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he whispered to me, not to be quite but more not
to break the mood that was beginning to develop, “God I love it when you suck my
cock.”
Indeed, I could feel the stirring of his dick as my mouth worked on him.
Thankfully things were looking up this morning – and I mean that in more ways
than one! I really wanted him to fuck me bad this morning, especially since
the whole family would be at church this morning. Even my older Uncle Paul and
his family would be there, including his two daughters Ginny and Laura. They
were both a little older than me and I’d never done anything sexually with any
of them (if you ignore a certain bachelorette party years ago). Still, to greet
them and talk to them, all the while feeling the aftereffects of my dad having
fucked me literally a few minutes earlier, was something I didn't often get to
experience. Mmmmm, I wanted his cum IN me when I was sitting with them, even if
they didn't know about it, I would and that was hot so far as I was concerned.
It only took a few minutes of determined cock-sucking to get him stiff enough to
do what I wanted. I figured once he was in me he would continue to grow so why
waste any more time than necessary with the clock ticking? Grabbing his wet
dick in my hand, I released him from my mouth and looked up at him with a grin
on my damp face.
“Mmmmmm, you ready to fuck me now daddy?”
“Like I would ever say no?” he chuckled. I stood up and turned away from him.
He lifted up the back of my dress and I dutifully leaned forward with my hands
on my knees, raising my ass to him. he could have simply pulled them down to my
ankles but instead he reached under the crotch with his fingers and pulled them
over to the right, exposing my warm, wet pussy. Without another word, I felt
him push his semi-hard cock against my pussy, working the tip between my wet
pussy lips. Had he been stiffer, he could have simply shoved it in me but now
when he pushed, he just bent and I wondered if I should have sucked him a little
bit more.
“Damn, STILL incredibly tight,” he said more to himself than me. I smiled and
once again was thankful I had resisted the temptation to use over-sized dildos
that just stretched you out without making that much of a difference in how you
felt. Back when I was in my teens, men EXPECTED me to be tight but now that I
was 24, it was almost like they were surprised that I was still as tight as most
girls many years younger than me.
I was tempted to reach between my legs and help guide him in but I didn’t want
to embarrass my dad. I figured he would eventually work it in me and it wasn't
long before my patience paid off. His head suddenly was in just the right
place at just the right time and it popped into me in one quick move, the entire
head now safely buried inside of my pussy.
“Yes daddy, that’s it... fuck me daddy,” I said on a soft voice, hoarse with my
lust for his dick. Just recently a guy asked me if it was still special to have
my dad fuck me. I told him that it was something totally different than being
with any other man. To be perfectly honest, my dad isn’t the BEST lover in the
world and I’ve had many cocks that were a lot bigger than his and that could
perform better. Bu then, sex with my dad wasn't about the SEX – it was about
submitting myself to my dad in the most intimate and personal way I could. Now
I am not talking about submission as in BSDM, but rather the ability to give
myself totally to my dad without any strings attached, or holding back in any
way. Sex with my dad was a means to an end, not the goal.
As he pushed it in me, I could actually feel it getting thicker in me and I was
pleased that my plan was working. Indeed, it wasn't long before he was fully
erect, or at least pretty close to it. I could feel him stroking it in and out
of me, taking me as his, using me to satisfy his most lustful desires. To be
able to do this for my dad, to please him and honor him in a way so few girls
ever do for their dads, was special to me, VERY special indeed.
“Cum in me daddy,” I begged him, knowing he undoubtedly wanted to as well but a
little encouragement never hurt. “Give me you cum daddy.... Show me how much
you love me daddy!”
Indeed, THAT was what is was all about, my dad loving me and proving it to me in
the most precious and loving way possible. Granted, my dad didn’t HAVE to prove
anything to me. I know he loves me, sex or not. It’s no different than telling
someone you love them. Of course you know they love you, but still , you want
to hear them say it. So it was with sex with my dad. I know without a shadow
of a doubt my dad loves me as only a father can love his daughter but to have
him SHOW me by cumming in me and giving me his sperm.... well THAT makes it
special indeed, as I think most people would agree.
“OH god baby, here it is...” he groaned as I felt him push his dick into me as
far as he could. His crotch was pressed against my ass now, his pubic hair
tickling my bare butt as he drilled his dick into me and the ground it even
deeper inside once he was in me. Again and again I felt it, that brief burst
of warmth deep within me that signified my father was shooting his cum into me,
deep inside of me. He didn’t take long to unload and after staying in me for
just a few seconds afterwards, he pulled out reached down to pick me back up so
I was standing before him.
“Oh Kelly, I love you so much,” he whispered softly to me, his face flush with
the expenditure of his lust, “That felt so damn good!”
Adjusting my thong back in place again, I pulled down my dress and tried to
straighten it out as best I could. Lifting my top back up again over my boobs,
I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror to be sure it was properly arranged.
I was a little flushed, not as much had I cum but then, this was about my DAD’S
needs, not mine. It wasn't like I was hurting for sex and had to go to my
father for it. What was important to me in situations like this was that I
pleased HIM, that I satisfied HIM, not necessarily me. Yet by satisfying him, I
was also satisfied so it was a win-win for us both. Had it been anyone else, I
might have felt a little cheated but not with my dad. Seeing the look of
satisfaction on his face, the sight of his wet, flaccid cock covered with a
mixture of my pussy juices and his incestuous cum, was all I could ask for.
“Dam, we’re gonna be late,” he hissed as he looked at his watch. I told him I
would meet him out front as I had to move my car but instead we decided to just
take my car so we could get going faster. Slipping on my heels, I grabbed my
purse, digging out my keys as we rushed to my car. Once inside, I backed out
from the driveway and we were on our way.
“Mmmmm, I love looking at your crotch after we fuck,” he said with a smile on
his face while he looked over and down to my crotch. I pulled up my dress with
one hand while trying to drive with the other, exposing my thong to him.
“Awwww, did my baby wet her panties?” he teased me.
I looked over at him quickly, raising my eyebrows and giving him my most “you’re
clueless” stare. “Daddy!! You know what that is!”
My dad reached over and pushed his finger against my pussy, right over where the
wet spot was showing which happened to be right over my pussy hole.
“Maybe it’s a good thing you wore this today,” he grinned, “Wouldn't want
anything dripping down your thigh when you shake the Pastor’s hand!”
Actually, it wasn’t all that much of a joke. It wouldn't have been the first
time he’d loaded me up especially full and when I stood up during church to sing
I would feel it drain out of me and down my leg. Yep, good old “cum down the
leg” – yet another reason for a girl to always carry some Kleenex in her purse!
Today, however, I didn’t think he had cum all THAT much in me, given the “hard”
time it took to get him erect. Sometimes it can really be hard to tell how much
a guys is leaving when he cums inside of you. It can even be difficult to tell
when he actually does cum as the warmth it gives me isn’t all that intense, more
a passing feeling that afterwards you have to wonder if you really even felt it.
Still, I would be surprised if very much drained from me this morning, if any
did in the first place other than the slight wet spot that was staining my
underwear.
Traditions.... the things that make a family a family. Mmmmm, I LOVED this
tradition!
Chapter 3 – Easter Church Service
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As late as we were, it came as no surprise that the church parking lot was
crammed full. Fortunately, I spotted my Uncle’s van so I double-parked behind
it, figuring we would be leaving at the same time anyway. As we stepped inside,
the last of the prelude was playing and we had just enough time to find the
relatives before the service started. Thankfully they had saved a couple of
seats for us and I found myself seated next to Ginny, my oldest cousin with the
fake boobs. She and her husband had married almost five years before and had
yet to have any kids but I guess that is more normal these days for people to
wait rather than rush right in and start procreating. As I mentioned, she’d had
a boob job done a while back and she still loves showing them off. No matter
what outfit she wore, you could count on it being low-cut or tight, whatever
made her boobs look their best. My dad had often expressed how he would have
loved to get a feel of them but it just goes to show that not all fantasies can
come true.
There were fifteen of us in all, counting my Aunt Linda and Kristi. They were
seated at the opposite end of the pew so I wasn't about to say anything to
Kristi about me and my dad this morning. My dad use to fuck Kristi quite a bit,
starting when I first went to college and she volunteered to “stand in” for me.
These days, with her becoming a professional whore and all, it was like my dad
wasn't as anxious to be with her, preferring her mother more than ever.
Personally, I I could understand his feelings. After all, when a girl’s on her
back with umpteen strange men a week, it’s sort of hard to see her as your cute
little innocent niece anymore. But Kristi had always been a slut so I doubted
the prostitution gig was the issue. I think it was simply with my mom gone he
found more satisfaction in being with a more mature woman like my Aunt Linda –
something Kristi would never be accused of!
Next to Linda and Kristi was my cousin Tammy and her family. I only got a quick
glimpse at her when I sat down but it was enough to recognize who had dressed
her this morning – obviously her mom. Both she and Kate had on long dresses
that covered everything up pretty well. It’s not that the dresses were ugly or
anything, quite the contrary. They were quite beautiful and it’s only guys like
my dad that probably were wishing they had been a bit more revealing – which
most likely included most of the men in church!
The church was packed and even with the cool morning, it was still stuffy and
hot. I found myself thankful I was wearing something as light as I was since it
didn’t look like they would be turning on the air-conditioning (cheapskates!).
A few people were fanning themselves with a bulletin and I noticed even my dad
was playing with his collar a bit as if trying to loosen it up. Oh well, an
hour or so and it would all be over.
When we stood up to sing the opening hymns, I noticed Tammy slipping out from
the end of the pew and heading out of the sanctuary. Was she OK? Neither my
Aunt Linda or Kristi were following her so it must not have been anything TOO
serious. Even so, she had left with this strained look on her face so I had to
wonder if maybe something WAS wrong and she just hadn’t told anyone about it. I
whispered to my dad that I would be right back and quickly made it out just as
the final verse was concluding.
Looking around, I didn't see any sign of her so I went down the stairs to where
the restrooms were and stepped inside the Women’s restroom. Tammy was in there
alone, leaning forward in front of the sink with her hands resting on each side,
holding herself up as she hung her head down.
“Hey kid, you OK?” I asked quietly, closing the door behind me.
Tammy looked up and me and grimaced, her face looking flushed and slightly shiny
with sweat.
“I don't know what happened, I just felt hot and weak all of a sudden, thought
maybe I just needed to walk around,” she replied slowly, not even looking up at
me as she did.
“Can I get you anything? I asked, moving in closer to her and putting my hand on
her back. Damn, she was trembling!
“Oh Kelly, what am I going to do?” she started sobbing, covering her face with
her hands.
As I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, I just stood there,
waiting for her to spill it in her own time.
“I’m late,” she said simply.
Oh my god, the three words no girl wants to hear, at least not when you’re
sixteen! Damn, now THIS was more than I’d expected to be walking into, THAT was
for sure.
“Really... are you sure? Haven’t you ever skipped one before?”
Tammy started to sob again but I felt I was obligated to try and find out all I
could.
“Never... never ever,” she whimpered, “It’s always on schedule, ALWAYS..... Oh
god Kelly, what am I going to do now?”
Immediately a million thoughts raced through my head. It was like being in a
time warp. It’s amazing how much you can process in such a situation! Who was
the father? Did she even have a clue? If she was as sexually active as rumors
had it, it could be any of several boys. God, what it if was her dad’s.... or
her brother’s? How in the world was she going to deal with her mother? It’s
not like she would be supportive – more like throwing her out of the house.
“Did you test yourself?”
Tammy shook her head, “No.... I’m afraid to I guess.”
Yeah, like being in denial was going to determine if she was pregnant or not.
At the same time, it gave me a little to hope for. So far as I knew, Tammy had
been on the pill for years now, thanks to my mom’s friendly and understanding
gynecologist. So far as I knew, her mother had no idea she was taking them
because if she did, she no doubt would have raised hell with everyone involved.
Of course, nothing is 100% effective but still, the odds were heavily in her
favor.
“Look, right after church I'll stop and pick one up, OK?” I offered, “You really
need to be sure. It’s probably just your clock having a hiccup so don't get so
worried now.”
She didn't exactly become perky but at least the sobbing stopped. I hugged her
and she hugged me back, just two girls, two cousins, supporting one another.
She had grown quite a bit in the past couple of years but was still a few inches
shorter than me. She was quite a pretty girl, even with the swollen eyes and red
face.
“Look, I'll go back upstairs and tell every one you’re ok... it’s just a woman
thing,” I told her. My mom had taught me early on that if there was ever
anything your didn't want to discuss with a guy, just say it was a “woman thing”
and that always shut off the conversation. Guys no doubt had no idea what I was
talking about, but they didn't want to admit it so they just dropped the
conversation. I was sure if I went back up and used the old standby excuse,
nobody would worry any more about her, even if she didn't return to the service
at all.
Sure enough, when I got back to my seat my dad whispered to me, asking me if
everything was ok. I gave him the standard line and it was all I could do to
keep a straight face as he silently nodded, as if he knew what I was telling
him. Looking down the pews, I saw Kristi and Aunt Linda looking at me and I
just gave them the thumb’s up, figuring I could explain it all to them later.
The rest of the service was a blur. Whatever satisfaction I had entering the
church regarding my dad’s cum in me was set aside by my concerns over Tammy. Of
course I had to believe like I was sure she was OK in front of her, but in
reality I had to winder if maybe she WAS pregnant. After all, it wasn't like
she had a supportive mother to help her remember to take her pill on time. Had
she forgotten one? Even missing just one lowered the odds of being protected
dramatically.
Chapter 4 – Brunch
==================
After the service I quickly excused myself, asking my dad if he could hitch a
ride to the brunch as I had forgotten something that I needed to get. He looked
at me with a little question to his expression but he didn't push me. I
wondered if he connected it in any way with Tammy? Kristi managed to corral me
just as I got to the parking lot but I put her off as well. I figured the fewer
people that were in on it, the better, at least until I knew for sure one way to
the other.
I drove straight from the church to the nearest CVS and picked out a pregnancy
test kit, one that promised super fast and accurate results. The woman at the
checkout counter looked at me when I set it down on the counter but I just
ignored her. She could think whatever she wanted, I really didn't care one way
or the other.
Even with my stop, I’d left the church in such a hurry that I arrived at the
brunch at the same time as the others. My dad REALLY gave me the eye this time,
but I didn't say anything, again not wanting to say a word until I knew for
sure. IF it proved to be positive, there was plenty to discuss, that was for
sure. I worked my way over to Tammy and told her to meet me in the restroom as
soon as we got seated. She looked at me and I nodded towards my purse. She
didn't look especially happy about it but she shrugged and agreed to meet me.
All I could think about as we walked into the ballroom where the brunch was
being held was Tammy. I’m sure I was getting plenty of looks from the men and
boys we passed on the way but this wasn’t the time for fun. I was much more
worried than I’d let on to Tammy. Like, if she WAS pregnant, how much would
come out about her sex life – not to mention how she got started? Would anyone
else in my family be implicated – maybe even me? How would she deal with it?
On the one hand, her mother would never go along with am abortion but at the
same time, I couldn’t imagine how she would handle a pregnant daughter and
bastard grandchild either.
As soon as we were shown to our table I told my dad that I needed to use the
girl’s room. Naturally he was suspicious but what man is going to question a
girl when she says she has to use the restroom, even if she is your daughter?
Tammy was right behind me and while the restroom was temporarily empty, I took
her by the hand and led her to the handicapped stall. It was a little ironic in
that I’d had some interesting experience in such stalls in the past but never
under such circumstances.
Once inside, I bolted the door shut and pulled the test kit from my purse.
Tammy gave me a questioning eye and to be honest, I wasn't sure how to use it
myself so I pulled out the instructions. It seemed pretty easy and
straightforward and then there was the longest five minutes of my life. It was
almost like I was the one being tested, at least you would have thought so the
way my stomach was churning and tied up in knots. I could only imagine how hers
was feeling!
Oh my god!! It was negative! Suddenly it was like this huge weight had fallen
from my shoulders. Tammy must have felt the same way, in spades, as she slumped
and I was afraid for a moment she was going to pass out so I let her remain
sitting on the toilet seat until she fully grasped what it meant.
“So that mean’s I’m not.....,” she started out, almost afraid to finish the
question.
“That’s right girl, you’re OK,” I assured her. She started sobbing again,
except this time it was more from happiness than worry.
“Hey, I know how you feel... I’ve been late myself a few times... it’s scary,” I
tried to reassure her. “I’m sure it’ll start any time now.”
She settled down and I helped her wash her face off and fix her makeup. She was
smiling now and getting back to her normal perky self again – not quite but at
least on the path.
“Hey, let’s get something to eat!” I said, literally pulling her out of the
restroom. Soon we joined our families and I cold tell my dad and Kristi dying
to know what was going on. I assured them I would tell them everything but for
now, all was ok so not to worry. I wasn't about to start telling them until I
had the time to tell them everything.
The food, as always, was incredible. I sat at a table next to my dad with my
Aunt Linda and Kristi across from us. Then who should sit next to me but Rick.
I knew why he chose that seat – so he could look down my dress while I ate – and
stare across at Kristi and my Aunt at the same time! He wasn’t the worst guy in
the world, not nearly as bad as his dad, but he wasn’t exactly subtle either. So
far as I knew, he’d never done my mom’s sister, something I had sometimes
wondered about. I was sure the two of them had to discuss him and Linda must
have known what her sister and nephew were up to. Still, to the best of my
knowledge she never so much as flirted with him. Actually, if you ignored
Kristi’s boyfriends, I’d never seen my Aunt make any sort of move with a guy
much younger than her. I got the impression the main reason she messed around
with her daughter’s boyfriends was more from the thrill of being a genuine MILF
than any true attraction to them.
“Getting a good look?” I whispered to him after he made an especially obvious
peel down my top.
“Not as good as I’d like,” he came right back, not in the least intimidated by
me knowing what he was doing.
Then it hit me, like a fairy godmother has smacked me on the head with her wand.
What a day it had been already. First I’d woken and, as usual, masturbated
before driving to my dad’s where I was fucked quick and fast. Then just as I
thought it might be an erotic day at church, came along Tammy and her potential
issue. Well, THAT turned out to be all for nothing and now here I was, leaning
over to let my perverted cousin get a peek down my dress! Indeed, that is
exactly what I was doing, leading him on and getting myself off knowing he was
getting turned on by me.
Indeed, it hit me hard! Ever suddenly feel so incredibly horny you thought you
were going to burst? Has your pussy ever suddenly almost cramped with the need
to be fucked? Have you ever felt your face flush and your breathing become
erratic as the only thing you can think about is the dick on the guy next to
you? Well, if you have then you know how I was feeling all of sudden.
Masturbating had felt good but it only made me hornier. Being fucked by my dad
was fulfilling but it left me physically wanting. I had thoughts of
masturbating in church and maybe even getting laid but al those had disappeared
when my cousin had her issues. It was like the perfect storm, the waves of
unfilled desires from all three events converging on me at once, with the means
to satisfy those desires sitting right next to me. Of course, my dad was on the
other side of me but in all fairness, it would’ve been asking a lot of him for a
repeat performance this soon. Getting it up again was NOT a problem for Rick,
that was for sure. At twenty years-old, he may no longer be technically a
teenager but if anything, his sexual prowess was stronger than ever. If
anything, he was better than ever as instead of being an aimless teenage boy,
just wanting to stick his dick anywhere he could put it, now he was more mature
and had his emotions more under control - but not TOO much so, thank goodness!
My legs were crossed and I squeezed my thighs together, making my pussy twinge
with lust. God, I wanted to be laid SO badly! Sure, I probably could have
found someone in the crowd or on staff, but why go through the bother when there
was a willing dick right next to me, just waiting for me to say the word? It
had been a long time since we’d had sex and no doubt, he probably thought I was
just teasing him as usual, but he had to have SOME hope deep down that MAYBE he
had a shot at me. Mmmmm, if only he knew. Well, time to let him know!
Reaching over under the long tablecloth, I rested my hand on his crotch. Sure
enough, the bulge under his pants was there. If anything, the feel of his dick
under my palm made me even hornier, if that were somehow possible. I looked
over at Kristi, who was keeping a close eye on me and I saw her lips tighten,
trying not to smile as she obviously knew my condition – and what I was doing
about it. No doubt she would have joined had I asked, but there wasn't all that
much time and besides, I was in no mood for sharing at the moment.
“You are SUCH a fucking tease, you know that?” Rick whispered to me. I couldn't
blame him for assuming I was just teasing him as after all, that was what I
usually was doing in such circumstances. However, in this case I wasn't teasing
– I wanted it – and bad!
“Follow me and we’ll see who’s teasing,” I responded with a naughty smile.
Rick’s eye’s widened and his eyebrows lifted. Then they narrowed and he looked
at me, apparently thinking I was just teasing him all the more.
“Yeah right,” he grumbled, figuring he was not going to be tricked again. God,
he could be SO stupid sometimes!
Without another word, I excused myself from the table, telling my dad I had to
use the girl’s room again. He looked at me a little strange, as if to ask me
how many times I needed to use it today but he held his curiosity in check and
just waved me off, returning to his discussion with my Aunt. I looked down at
Rick and winked before picking up my purse and heading out of the room. Looking
back, I saw Rick folding his napkin and saying something, probably some excuse
for why he needed to leave for a while. He quickly pushed his chair back in and
met me in the hallway outside the ballroom.
“Well, what’s the story Kelly?” he asked, “Is this just another ‘tease poor
Rick’ escapades or what?”
I looked around but there were far too many people about to do anything TOO
forward. Instead, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “For crying out
loud, quit whining. Now do you want to fuck me or not?”
With that he grinned and replied, “Stupid question – where?”
Typical guy, leave it up to the girl to figure things out. Fortunately, I’d
already found the perfect place so I lead him down the hall to where the
restrooms were located. I had him stand outside the women’s restroom while I
went in to scope it out. Once again it was empty. There was another set closer
to the ballroom where most of the women must have been going but who was I to
complain?
“Hurry up, get in here!” I hissed as I opened the door and stuck my head out.
Rick looked up and down the hall and them after satisfying himself that nobody
was looking, he quickly stepped in side and pushed the door closed behind him.
“Damn, no lock,” he cursed after checking out the entrance door.
“That’s OK, in here,” I said, opening the door to the same stall that Tammy and
I had occupied an hour or so earlier. Rick looked around and shook his head,
but smiling the entire time.
“This is insane, you know that, don't you?” he growled.
“What’s the matter, haven’t you ever done it in a public restroom before?” I
teased him.
“Hell no, have you?” he came back. At first I think he said that just to show
he was no different than me, at least in terms of our restroom sexual
experiences, but when he saw the grin on my face he realized he was wrong.
“Shit, you HAVE, haven’t you! You little slut!”
I just grinned, accepting the compliment, lame as it was. Rick wasn’t wasting
any time now that he realized I was serious. Before I could say another word,
he had reached out and pulled my dress down, exposing my boobs as I had done for
my dad earlier today.
“I got to say, you have the best boobs in the family,” he whistled softly as he
reached out to grab them with both hands. I doubted he had any idea how special
that made me feel. Back when I was a teenager my boobs were a constant source
of frustration and embarrassment for me. I was the last girl to NEED a bra in
my circle of friends and while my best friend was moving from a B to her first C
cup, I was barely filling out an A. Thankfully, my boobs didn’t stop
developing until I was in my twenties and today I’m quite proud of them, late as
they may have been in arriving.
I reached behind me an untied the bow that gathered the dress around my waist.
Reaching down, I crossed my arms and grabbed the hem, pulling up and over my
head until I was left standing there with it in my hands. I hung it up on a
hook on the back of the stall door, then turned to him wearing just my thong,
hose and heels. He was staring at me, waiting for me to make the next move and I
knew what he wanted so I pulled my panties down to my ankles, then stepped out
of them; leaving me now in just my white hose and heels, which I fully intended
to KEEP on.
“So what do you think Rick?” I asked in a sultry tone, turning around for him to
get a nice view of my bare ass and then back to facing him again, my nipples
pointed out at him like missiles ready to launch. The blank look on his face,
the open mouth, the wide eyes, and most of all – the bulge in his pants, told me
all I needed to know.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or what?”
That seemed to jolt him back to reality and he quickly unbuckled his pants,
pulling them down with his boxers, leaving his shirt and socks on. It was sort
like a scene with Tom Cruise – minus the boxers. His dick as fully erect now,
sticking out between the tails of his shirt, peeking out like a nasty serpent
ready to strike. I reached down and grabbed it, holding it in my hand.
“Mmmmm, now THIS is what I wanted for dessert,” I sighed as I bent my knees
until my face was level with his dick. Looking up at him, our eyes met as I
took his dick in my mouth. God he tasted so good! Just the feel of his thick
hard shaft in my mouth was enough to get me going. I have to admit that Rick’s
dick puts his dad’s to shame, and my dad’s as well. It’s not only the longest
of the three, but the thickest as well and for me, thickness is more important
than length. I'll take a short thick dick any day over a long skinny one.
“Damn you suck dick so good,” he groaned, his head falling back as he pushed it
into my mouth by moving his hips towards me. I reached around him, grabbing his
bare ass with my hands, pulling him into me so he couldn’t thrust as much,
letting me do more of the work on his dick. His hands were on my head, pushing
me I against his dick, trying to get me to take it all my mouth. Now granted, I
COULD take him all in but not every time! As thick as he was, it was much more
difficult to take him down my throat than either of our fathers’ cocks but if I
relaxed enough and took my time, I could get it all in, at least for a few
seconds until I had to catch my breath again. Some girls claim to breath
through their noise when they deep-throat but it’s never been that way for me.
It was only a matter of time before someone came in, plus I was sure people had
to be wondering where we had gone off to (although a few must have known we left
together, most of them would never have suspected the real reason we were
missing), so I stopped sucking him and stood up.
“Sit down,” I told him, pointing at the toilet seat. Being a public restroom,
there was no seat cover, just the ring. I debated for just a second and then
made my decision. Turning around, I backed into him until my bare butt was
touching his chest, and then lowered myself down to his dick. Leaning forward a
bit, I reached between my legs and grabbed his stiff dick, lining it up with my
pussy and then dropping down not it, driving it all the way into me.
“Oh yeah,,,, that feels soooooo good,” I moaned softly as I started to rock on
his dick, causing it to move in and out of me in the process. Damn his dick
felt good in me!
Just then I heard the door open and then voices, like two women were coming in.
I leaned back against Rick, lifting my feet and putting them on his legs, trying
not to dig my heels in too hard but I had to do something so only one pair of
feet showed under the door.
Now I had no idea who these women were, but they sounded a bit older and they
were talking some gibberish about the younger women in their families and how
the kids had no respect for the elders and the usual crap old people complain
about. Evidently, they had just come in to freshen up their makeup and gossip
because neither of the them seemed to make any effort to enter the stall next to
us. In the meantime, I had Rick’s stiff pole stuffing my pussy as I tried to
keep my balance on his lap. As uncomfortable as it might bee, it was extra
erotic for those two women to be just a few feet away as my cousin fucked me.
Hmmm, I wonder if they had known what we were doing if they would have liked to
have some of what was in my pussy for themselves? No doubt Rick was thinking
along those lines as well as he stayed as hard as a rock inside of me the entire
time they were there.
Finally the ladies were done and walked out, leaving me and Rick alone again.
It was a relief to be able to drop my legs down again, feeling a bit of a tingle
as the blood flowed back into them. Then I leaned forward, all the while
impaled on Rick’s dick like a Coney dog on a stick.
“That’s it Rick, now fuck me good!” I begged him, my pussy crying out to be
fucked harder. Rick suddenly pushed me off his dick, evidently with something
of his own in mind. He grabbed me by my bare waist and turned me to the side so
I was facing the outer wall with the handicapped rails. He pushed my head down
and I leaned forward, grabbing the rails to maintain my balance.
“Spread your legs bitch,” he growled, trying to take control for himself
evidently. It wasn't the time to argue male versus female dominance so I
simply did as he told me, knowing full well what his intentions were. Sure
enough, as soon as I spread my legs he was pushing his dick up against my ass
again. Rick knew better than to try for my asshole, but it DID feel good to
have him run his wet dick up and down between my ass cheeks a few times before
he dropped it down and positioned himself just outside my pussy hole.
“Damn I love your hot ass!” he said in a husky voice, thick with lust, as I felt
him entering me once again. This time he had control and he determined the pace
and the depth within me. His hands grasped my bare hips, rocking me back and
forth to meet the sharp thrusts of his crotch against my naked bottom. While I
may have been embarrassed of my boobs as a teen, my ass was a different story.
I loved showing it off, especially when it helped draw attention from my less
than spectacular boobs. Short shorts, thong bikinis, even running around the
house bottomless in just a t-shirt, anything to show off my butt was fine with
me.
Had someone come in now, I’m not sure what we would’ve done but fortunately, it
was a mute point as we had the place to ourselves for the few remaining minutes
it took for Rick to fuck me. I was rubbing my clit as he stroked himself in and
out of me until FINALLY, I had my second orgasm of the day (the first being when
I masturbated so many hours before back at my apartment).
“OH yeah, fuck me like that.... just like that!” I moaned, the sharp jolts of
pleasure that my orgasm were creating in me making it hard for me to breath.
Damn it felt so good! Even if someone HAD walked in now, it wouldn't have
mattered. All I cared about at this moment was his stiff dick in me and how it
was making me cum!
Feeling me cumming must have helped push him over the edge as well as shortly
after I started, he suddenly pulled out of me and roughly grabbed me and spun me
around to face him. He started stroking himself and I knew he was close to
cumming. He was expecting me to open my mouth, just like those whores do on all
the porn movies, but I wasn't about to let some guy masturbate to get himself
off, not when I was there to do it for him! To me, it’s almost an insult to
have a guy finish himself off when I was right there Determined to finish hat
I’d started, I pushed his hand away and started sucking on his dick, giving it
everything I had while at the same time, I was fingering myself to keep my
orgasm alive.
“Ahhhhhh!” Rick groaned as I felt his first shot of cum erupt and splash against
my tongue and the back of my throat. Sure I would have preferred it in my
pussy, but this wasn't exactly bad either! Rick’s cum usually tasted pretty
good and today was no exception. Damn, he must not have jerked off for a while
as it seemed to fill my mouth. Indeed, I had to let a little seep out and over
my lips, forming a puddle on the tip of my chin before it dripped to the floor.
Finally he finished and I opened my mouth to show him his handwork, then
swallowed it all down in one large gulp, opening my mouth again like a kid
proving she took her pill for her parents.
“Mmmmm, now THAT was the dessert I wanted,” I said with a naughty grin as I
wiped his messy cum from my face with some toilet tissues.
With that we got quickly ourselves dressed. Before I let him leave the stall, I
checked the hallway and once the coast was clear, he made a quick exit before
anyone realized where he was coming from. I check my watch and saw we had been
gone for over twenty minutes. Wow, it had seemed a lot longer but still, I
could see people looking at us with that, “where have they been?” look in their
eyes.
“Hmmmm, someone’s being a little selfish today, isn’t she?” Kristi commented in
a soft voice to me as she stood next to me in line at the coat check.
She was just teasing so I just grinned at her and she giggled as well. Then I
saw Tammy putting on her coat and went over to her to see how she was doing.
“Feeling better now?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s just hard to believe it’s all OK,” she sighed, “ I even ate a lot.
My stomach has been so upset I haven’t hardly eaten in days.”
“Well, you need to do something to take your mind off of things,” I suggested.
“Like you just did with my brother?” she said accusingly.
Hmmmm, I hadn’t realized that she’d noticed so it took me a little off guard.
“Like, everyone noticed you were both gone. I wonder what they would’ve said if
they knew what the two of you were doing?” she said, but a little more of a
twinkle in her eye this time.
“Well, maybe you should do the same when you get home.”
Tammy shook her head and then she said something that really surprised me.
“Nooooo, I didn't tell you but I thought it was Rick’s,” she confessed as we
started to walk out of the hotel, staying towards the back of the family crowd.
“Really?”
“Yeah, actually I DID forget to take my pills a couple of days and that’s when
he was doing me a lot so I thought..... well, you know,” she told me.
I felt a cold chill as I realized just how much that negative pregnancy test
meant now. Indeed, had I known her concern I would’ve been a LOT more anxious
about the results! Sheesh, talk about dodging a bullet!
“So I guess you can understand why I’m not ready to do it with him just yet
again,” she finished.
Well, even I can see the obvious when it hits me over the hard with a stick!
Still, I knew there was nothing better to take your mind off stuff than getting
laid. As I drove my dad to her house, I told him all about everything. Of
course he was shocked at first, but relieved that the test had been negative.
Then I told him about my words of advice for Tammy at the end of our
conversation. He sat there in the passenger seat silently until we arrived back
at his house so he could get his car. We drove separately to their house from
there, giving me even more time to think about it. That’s when it hit me.
Sheesh, it was so obvious, how could I have missed it? As I parked on the
street near their house and walked in, I had a definite purpose to my stride as
I knew exactly what needed to be done.
Chapter 5 – My Dad and Tammy
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I doubt that anyone reading this will be at all surprised to learn what my idea
was. Face it, at this event there were only three “eligible” men when it came
to having sex with Tammy. One of them, her brother Rick, was definitely not a
good idea given her recent “scare”. No matter HOW bad I thought she needed to
get laid, I would NEVER even ASK her to have sex with her boorish father.
So.... that left just one guy – my dad. Of course I knew he wouldn’t turn down
any opportunity to have his way with Tammy, especially since it had been such a
long time since he’d last done her. She was growing up so fast now that I’m
sure he had to wonder at times what it would be like to be with her now. She
certainly wasn't the flat-chested little girl he’d been with a couple of years
ago, that was for sure!
Most people would say that there was an obvious flaw with my plan, one that was
just as obvious as the solution had seemed to be. With the entire family in the
house, WHERE could they do it?
At first it might seem to be the same problem he’d had to face regarding her for
at least the past year or so. Really, what excuse does an uncle use to be alone
with his teenage niece? And this is more than just “alone”, it has to be
sufficiently secret to allow them to have sex undiscovered. Trust me, it’s not
nearly as easy as the porn movies and erotic story tellers would have you
believe, especially when you are dealing with a mother as prudish and suspicious
as my Aunt Shari. It’s not that I think she ever even once seriously thought my
dad would ever DO such a thing. For her it was more a generalization about men,
especially adults. She, and many mothers would likely agree with her on this,
believed grown men simply did not spend time alone with sexy teenage girls,
especially HER sexy teenage daughter.
Fortunately, fact is often stranger than fiction. In my experience, one of
these so-called “strange facts” is that people tend to loose track of other
people more while at a crowded parties than at a smaller one. Think about it.
When just my dad and me visit his brother’s family, wouldn’t it be readily
apparent if my dad and Tammy disappeared at the same time? In addition, with
the house more or less empty, any “unnatural” sounds would quickly be overheard
by someone, making discovery almost a certainty. In comparison, take a day like
today with a houseful of people from different families all packed together.
The people are milling about, forming groups and then splitting apart and
creating new ones after some innocuous small talk. Under these circumstances,
should a couple of people be absent for a short while, who would notice? Even
if someone thought about it, odds were they would just assume the “missing”
people were with someone else in another room perhaps. With everyone talking
an d moving around, the house was noisy and it was hard to hear even someone
talking right next to you, let alone hear anything going on behind closed doors.
So as unlikely as it might seem at first, when you take everything into
consideration, having the whole family over actually was going to make it easier
to pull off my plan!.
Sure enough, when I first entered the house the noise struck me, almost a
physical assault as everyone was trying to talk at the same time to everyone
else. My dad was saying something to my Uncle Paul, his older brother. Now
THAT was something I didn't see very often. Part of it was simply because we
seldom got together. Uncle Paul was also eight years older than my dad and so
they had never been close growing up.
Looking around, I didn't see Tammy, or even Kate for that matter. Odds were the
only teenagers at the gathering were probably holed up in downstairs the bedroom
they shared, trying to escape all the annoying relatives. During the short
drive over I’d thought a lot about my plan and I’d concluded that if anything
was going to happen, it needed to happen quickly, before our heavy lunch settled
in everyone’s stomachs causing the ruckus to die down, or maybe even cause
people to think about leaving once they’d spent their obligatory time.
Actually, my plan was VERY simple and I’ve found that the simpler the plan, the
better - which meant this plan was GREAT. After quickly making the required
social rounds to say hello to everyone, I headed down the carpeted stairs to the
basement where the kids’ bedrooms were. As I mentioned, Kate and Tammy shared a
room while Rick, being the only boy, had his own. My aunt and uncle’s master
bedroom was upstairs, leaving the kids pretty much alone most of the time.
Unfortunately, since Tammy shared a room with Kate and Kate would report
everything to her mother, especially anything that she even suspected about
whatever Tammy might be doing. Rick, on the other hand, with his own room, had
quite a bit of privacy, plenty for my plans....
Sure enough, just as I had suspected I found Kate and Tammy holed in their room.
Kate reading a book while Tammy was fooling with her e-mail. Sticking just my
head through the door, I motioned for Tammy to come out, mumbling something
about how someone wanted to talk to her. She rolled her eyes, assuming it was
one of the relatives she hardly ever saw and didn’t want to have anything to do
with in the first place. If anything, Kate teased her about it, all the better
for me as it showed Kate had no suspicions whatsoever about any ulterior motives
I might have. Keep it simple....
As soon as the door was shut, leaving Tammy and me alone in the hallway, I
silently motioned towards Rick’s room, indicating to her that she should go
there and wait for me.
“Ewwww, his room is disgusting,” she softly complained along with an upset
expression. Well, I could just imagine how a twenty year-old guy, still living
at home, might keep up his room.... or could I? Given what I’d seen of the
apartments of some of the guys I’ve dated, I felt I as prepared.
“Do you want to get laid or not?” I hissed at her, pushing her down the hallway
towards his bedroom.
“Kelly, I told you before.... I don't want to do it with Rick,” she whined,
pushing back against me. like an obstinate donkey
“Who said anything about Rick?”
That caught her by surprise. Tammy turned to me and her eyes locked onto mine,
as if she was trying to read me to see if I was telling the truth.
“C’mon, you know how my dad loves to fuck you and girl, you NEED it right now so
quit being a pain and get in there and wait for him!”
Tammy huffed, more about me scolding her than anything else though. Then she
flashed me that fabulous naughty grin she’s perfected as she turned to go to
Ricks bedroom. Following her, it took just one look inside to make me
understand what she had meant about his room. Oh my god, it was a disaster
zone, that was for sure.
Regardless of the state of Rick’s bedroom, I didn’t have time to worry about it
so I just closed the door behind me and hurried back upstairs to find my dad.
Surprisingly, he was still talking to my Uncle Paul but I didn't have time to
wait for him to finish so I broke into the conversation, telling him that I
needed to talk to him about something. My Uncle Paul was fine with it though,
saying it was OK with him and then I caught him giving me the once-over.
Granted, he use to look at me that way a lot more, more so though when I was
younger,, but it had been a while since I remembered seeing that look in his
eye. It didn't mean anything in the long run as I knew full well that the
chances of EVER doing anything nasty with him were LESS than zero. Still, it’s
always nice to be looked at, regardless of whose eyes they were.
“OK, what’s the big hurry?” my dad asked once we were out of earshot of his
brother.
“Well, you remember what I told you about Tammy,” I started.
“Yes..... sort of hard to forget that sort of thing,” he interrupted but when he
saw me glaring at him he let me continue.
“Well, I think the best thing to make her feel better would be for her to get
laid, don’t you?”
My dad looked at me carefully before he answered, “Well, that’s ONE possibility
I guess.”
I sighed and looked at him like he was missing the obvious – which he was. Then
again, he probably knew exactly where I was leading this discussion but he
wanted me to be the one to make the suggestion.
“Well, just so you know.... she’s all alone down in Rick’s room right now.
Sooooo.... if you should just happen to know of someone who might like to fuck
her.....”
My dad’s eye opened a little wider. Sure, he most likely suspected my motives
from the start but to actually find out the opportunity was there – amidst all
this bedlam and family, was just a little more than he was ready to deal with.
“Yeow.... do you really think NOW is the best time for that Kelly?” he
questioned me, “I mean, EVERYONE is here.”
“Exactly,” I retorted, “What better time could there be?”
He seemed to think about that one for a while and then it was like he understood
where I was coming from. Flashing me a grin, he turned and without another word
headed for the basement stairway after first taking a quick look around to see
if anyone was watching. My aunts and uncles were spread out between the kitchen
and front living room at the time so nobody probably cared a bit where he was,
even if they recognized his absence. In the basement was also a family room
with a wide-screen TV and a bar so even if anyone HAD seen him go down the
stairs, they would most likely just think the family room was his destination.
Seriously, why would any of our relatives even suspect he was going down to fuck
his sixteen year-old niece? Well, maybe my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi might
put two and two together, but surely nobody else.
My intention was to give him a few minutes and then follow him down. C’mon, do
you think I was going to let them get going and not be there to watch? The heck
if I was going to stick around the relatives talking about nothing while I knew
what my dad and cousin were doing in the basement! But then, proof that even
simple plans can have bugs arrived. Just as I turned to go, my cousin Rick
pulled me aside.
“Hey... have you seen Tammy?” he asked. Now it wasn't like Rick didn’t know
about my dad and Tammy’s history, but at the same time I really didn’t want to
get anything started with him while my dad and Tammy were going at it. Maybe I
was just being overly cautious, but I figured if Rick didn't have to know, why
tell him? The trick of the matter was how to keep him out of his room?
“Don’t worry about her... I know where she is.... as a matter-of-fact I was just
about to go see her,” I said. Well, technically it was a true statement, if not
complete. Before he could say anything though, I changed the subject and said
coyly, “You know, I really enjoyed our ‘dessert’ today at brunch.”
“OH yeah, so you ready for seconds?” he said, a wicked expression on his face.
Typical Rick, straight to the heart of the matter, especially when it came to
having sex. Subtlety was NOT one of his strong suites.
“Hmmmm, I tell you what.... ,” I said slowly, hoping he would think I was deep
in thought, “How about you let me and Tammy have some time together and then you
can do me again after that, OK?” I bargained. Again, it was technically true as
I didn't say explicitly WHAT I was going to do with Tammy but his perverted mind
filled in the blanks quickly enough.
“So why not let me do the two of you together?” he countered.
“Sorry, sometimes girls just need some... ‘private’ time together,” I tried to
explain.
“OK, so I'll just watch,” he said, still trying to get in on the action.
”Oh Rick!” I said tersely, playfully slapping him. THIS time, though, he
finally got the message.
“OK, OK, but you promise me?” he said, giving in finally this time but still
negotiating for the near future.
“Yes....., I promise,” I said begrudgingly. Actually, the more I thought about
it the better it sounded. If things went well with my dad and Tammy, and I had
no doubt that they would, no doubt I would be needing a quick fuck of my own and
since Rick was available and willing.... heck, things might work out even
better than I’d planned!
“Now you have to stay clear of your bedroom until I say it’s ok.... hear me?” I
insisted, letting him think it would be just me and Tammy together. He looked
at me sort of strange and I realized he didn’t understand why Tammy and I were
going to be in his room so I added, “Kate’s in their room.” Enough said! I’ve
long had this suspicion that Rick would have loved to fuck the older of the two
sisters but even he wasn't so stupid as to even mention such a thing to her.
With Kate, you may as well just say it straight to their mother and get the
beating over with sooner.
Rick frowned; clearly he wanted to at least watch and maybe under different
circumstance I wouldn’t have cared. If nothing else, it would have been fun to
see the guy get horny watching me and his sister together – driving him nuts as
we wouldn't be letting him in on the action.
With that he walked away to go somewhere. FINALLY! I rushed down the stairs
and quickly slipped into Rick’s room after making sure nobody was watching. I
fully expected them to get started without waiting for me and my gut feeling was
on the money yet again. Indeed, it was quiet the site to behold as there was my
dad, sitting on the edge of Rick’s bed with his pants and underwear down to his
ankles, with little Tammy kneeling between his hairy legs, sucking his hard dick
as if it was the yummiest lollipop ever created. Tammy was still wearing the
pretty dress that she’d worn to the Easter Service although I noticed she had
dispensed with the heels. Smart girl!
“Sorry Kelly, we thought you’d be here by now,” my dad apologized, looking up at
me. Well, judging from the ear-to-ear grin on his face he couldn't have been
TOO sorry! Then he turned his attention back to his crotch where his youngest
niece was sucking away on his rigid dick. Tammy had been sucking dicks now for
almost two years and from what I’d heard, had earned herself quite a reputation
among the boy at school for her “skills”.
The thought ran through my mind that she was a lot more like me than her other
cousin, at least in that regard. As a teenager, I LOVED to suck the dicks of
the boys I knew in school. So much so that while I kept a pretty good list in
my diary of the boys I fucked, I didn’t even bother trying to keep track of how
many BJs I gave. As I’d shared with Tammy from the start, it DOES make you
quite the popular girl when guys know it’s practically a given that they’ll get
a blowjob on a first date with you, even if the odds of getting anything more
were substantially less.
Our cousin Kristi, on the other hand, had always leaned more towards getting
laid. She told me one night that it had something to do with how she wasn't as
picky about what went in her pussy as compared to her mouth - or whatever.
Well, as I said, apparently Tammy was more like me, sucking half the boys in her
class, or thereabouts, but severely limiting the number she actually had sex
with. I may be a little biased but I thought she was playing it pretty smart.
“You know Kelly, she’s getting to be almost as good as you!” my dad claimed,
earning a naughty smile from Tammy as she looked to the side to watch me as I
took a seat on a chair by Rick’s desk. Well, she may be good, but not THAT
good!
“Damn that feels so good Tammy,” he groaned, pushing her head down onto his
dick. He brushed her brunette hair to the side so I could see his dick clearly
as it disappeared into her sexy mouth. Then he reached down over her back and
pulled up her dress, revealing the white panties that were now struggling to
cover her tight little ass. Both of my dad’s hands slipped down inside of the
panties, reaching down to her butt and cupping a cheek with each one as he
leaned over her.
“Mmmmm, you’ve got such a tight little ass,” he complimented her, rubbing it
under her panties. I could see the outline of his hands as they stretched out
her panties, kneading her butt like he was making bread. My pussy twinged as I
admired her “ass-ets”. Oh yeah, Tammy DID have one cute little bottom! Perhaps
a couple of extra pounds but they just gave all the more for my dad to grab as
he fondled her smooth butt.
As he groped her bottom, Tammy let go of my dad’s cock and balls so she could
reach back to slide her panties down to her knees. Mission accomplished, she
went back to stroking the base of his dick, massaging his large hairy balls as
she kept a constant suction on his rigid shaft throughout the entire maneuver.
My eyes barely blinked as I watched my dad play with her ass, running his hands
all over her baby-smooth butt and hips, making me a more than a little bit
jealous in the process! Mmmmm, I had such fond memories of how her butt felt
the last time the two of us had laid next to each other. Indeed, I would have
loved to step over and help him out but horny as I was, I knew my place.
OK, so maybe I couldn’t join in but I wasn’t about to just sit there and watch
without doing SOMETHING! Reaching under my dress, I pulled my thong to the
side, allowing me to masturbate more easily as I stared at my dad and little
cousin. As focused as I was on them, my masturbating wasn’t exactly something
wild or extreme, but it felt a LOT better to touch myself instead of just
sitting there like a lump of clay. I was wet, soaking actually, and my finger
rotated slowly around my clit as I was mesmerized by the sight in front of me.
It had been ages since I’d seen my dad with my cousin and she had grown up quite
a bit recently. She was still just sixteen but that was a far cry from the
almost flat-chested fourteen year-old who had given her virginity to this same
man almost two years before.
My dad stretched his arm out even further, reaching into Tammy’s teenage crotch,
searching for her shaved pussy and then pushing his index finger barely into her
moist pussy hole, just far enough to wet it. He then pulled it back and tasted
her pussy on his finger, smiling at me as he did, knowing full well that I would
have loved to have smelled and tasted her for myself.
“Christ Tammy, you have one sweet pussy,” he said softly, sucking on his finger
to get every bit of it he could. “Damn it, I want more of where that came
from.”
With that he lifted her up and then grabbed her by the waist and set her down on
the bed. Tammy was plenty experienced enough now to know what to do as she
dutifully laid on her back while my dad pulled her panties off the rest of the
way, leaving her white anklets on her feet. He tossed her panties to me,
teasing me as he loved to do. Then he turned his attention back to his niece,
pushing her Easter dress up and out of the way to give him a clear shot straight
to her crotch. Reaching under her smooth thighs, he lifted them up and back,
rolling her backwards slightly, enough to spread them apart and open her crotch
up to him without anything getting in the way. Tammy had been shaving her pussy
for a couple of years now, much to the chagrin of her mother who probably didn't
even trim hers. Wow! My dad wasn’t alone in his admiration for her pretty pink
pussy. It looked sp smooth and clean, not a sign of the dicks that has been
violating it recently. Holding her legs up with his arms and hands, my dad
kneeled down and then plunged his face between her upper thighs, licking her
pussy and then smothering his face into her crotch.
Tammy gasped as my dad’s tongue played on her pussy, at first just lapping up
and down her pussy like a cat slurping up milk and then more focused on her
sensitive clit. Oh yes, I I can certainly vouch for my dad in this department
– he’s one of the few guys I’ve known that can really lick pussy good – as good
as most girls even. I could hear him licking and sucking on her wet little
pussy, pushing his outstretched tongue into her hole, tickling her just inside
of her pussy. She was clearly enjoying it, that was for sure. I was even more
jealous now, except this time I was jealous of her instead of my dad.
“Oh Uncle John.... that feel so good!” she moaned, barely audible. Tammy was
squirming under his face, thrusting herself violently up and into him as he
licked and sucked her.
Knowing my dad, he could have stayed in that position for quite a while.
Usually, at least when he licked MY pussy, he hated to quit until I’d cum at
least once, preferably twice or even more. Today, however, as horny as he was
his maturity was revealed as he realized he didn’t have all that long before
someone would be wondering where he was.... and where Tammy and I were for that
matter. I doubted anyone would put two and two together, but then why even take
such a risk? He must have shared the same feelings.
“God, you know I’ve been wanting to fuck you again for ages,” he said to her, as
he stood up and stoked his stiff dick in front of her. Tammy, like the well-
trained slut she was (I say well-trained in that I think that while her
experience certainly played a role, it was also Kristi and my “lessons” that
we’d had back when she was younger that also made her more than your average
school girl slut), grabbed her legs and pulled them back even further, giving my
dad a juicy target.
“God I want to be in you so bad,” he groaned as he stepped towards her,
directing the head of his dick into her crotch and rubbing it up and down her
wet pussy slit. I couldn’t really see Tammy’s face all that well with her on
her back and her legs in the way, but I WAS able to hear her.
“Fuck me Uncle John..... please fuck me,” she begged. Yep, that was my little
slut! I was proud of my “student”. One of the things I’d emphasized with Tammy
from the start was to be sure to beg the guy to fuck her. In this particular
situation it wasn’t going to make any difference as my dad was going to fuck her
now no matter what she said. But still, I knew my dad LOVED it when I asked him
to fuck me, just as virtually every man I’ve ever known loves to hear those
words – “fuck me”.
I mentioned that my dad was going to fuck her now, no matter what she said. You
see, when my dad gets himself worked up into the lustful state he was in now,
incredibly horny and dying for some pussy, there was no stopping him until he
had accomplished his mission. In all honesty, at this moment I think My Aunt
Shari could have walked in and my dad would have ignored here and continued to
push himself inside Tammy, even as her mother desperately tried to stop him.
God, how many times had I seen this look on his face before – that hungry
thirst, almost animal-like drive for sex that could only be satisfied one way.
It could be almost frightening, as I knew when he reached this state of mind he
was going to fuck me (or Tammy in this case), and it didn't matter what I said
anymore other than to encourage him. Fortunately, I trust my father explicitly,
so it never had bothered me to submit myself to him at these times and I knew
Tammy trusted him as well to make her feel as good as he could while he
satisfied his own incestuous desires as well.
Holding his dick in one hand, grabbing her ankle with the other, my dad rotated
the head of his dick around her wet pussy hole, working it slowly inside of her
as if he was trying to start a large screw into a fleshy piece of wood. Tammy
gasped audibly as the mushroom head of his erect dick forced its way into her
waiting pussy, stretching her apart as he leaned forward, driving it further and
further inside of her. Even as wet as she was, her pussy had to be incredibly
tight as I could see my dad’s dick straining as he worked to push it even deeper
into her. Now I like to think my pussy is still pretty tight, especially for
being 24, but there’s no denying that a sixteen year-old teenager whose been
fucked by maybe at most a couple dozen guys, at most – probably a lot less, has
a distinct advantage when it comes to the tightness of her pussy.
“Fuck Tammy.... you’re always so damn tight!” my dad grunted as he held his
erect dick by the base, giving it more support as he pressed even harder into
her. I could just make out that he was past the half-way mark now, with Tammy
grunting each time he pushed it further into her. My dad might not have the
biggest dick in the world I doubt many of the teenage boys she’d had were a lot
better. OK, so Rick definitely had the biggest dick in the family, at least
that I knew of, but even at age twenty he still hadn’t learned to use his
impressive tool with the expertise of my father.
“Oh Uncle John, it feels so big inside of me.... god it’s filling me up!” Tammy
moaned, then she encouraged him to push it in deeper. Oh yeah, quite the little
slut my cousin can be!
With aloud grunt, my dad thrust his hips forward, this time driving his dick
completely into my cousin’s pussy. At first he just held it there, gasping for
air as he rotated his hips slowly to grind his cock around inside of her. My
pussy was crying out as I recalled how it had felt this morning to have that
same dick inside of me! Mmmmm, Tammy was a lucky girl!
My dad was totally lost now, completely consumed with the lust of fucking a
sixteen year-old teenager, and his littlest niece at that. His vocabulary
consisted of nothing but grunts and moans now as he started to really work his
dick in Tammy’s hot little pussy. As I watched, mesmerized by the sight, he
would rapidly push himself into her and then slowly pull out until he was just
barely in her, then thrusting back hard to force himself back inside of her
again. One of Tammy’s hand reached down and started to play with her steaming
pussy as my dad’s dick continued it’s assault, sliding in and out of her just
below her fingertips. In order to see better I stood up and moved over to the
bed, taking a seat at the end where I could watch my dad’s dick as it appeared
and then disappeared back inside of her, repeating that over and over and over
again. Although Tammy’s upper body was still covered by the dress, everything
from her belly button down was bare, except for the socks on her feet. Her eyes
were shut tight, as she concentrated totally on the battering being made by my
dad’s dick on her tight little cunt.
“Faster,” she whispered hoarsely, her hand flying now against her pussy and
clit, “Fuck me faster Uncle John.... make me cum.”
From the way her voice sounded and the thrusting movements she was making
underneath him, I didn't doubt she was close. My dad looked over at me where I
was masturbating as I watched and grinned. He was loving every second of this,
no doubt about it! He was fucking a teenage girl while watching his daughter
masturbate. What more could he ask for?
“Ohhhhh!” Tammy suddenly moaned loudly – almost too loudly for my peace of mind.
Then she cried out again, one long, continuous moan that seemed to last forever
until she gasped for air and then her hips bucked up under my dad and I saw her
back arching while her head tossed back against the bedding. Mmmmm, my little
cousin was cumming and none too soon at that, as I doubted my dad was going to
be able to hold himself back much longer under the circumstances.
“That’s it Tammy, cum for me..... oh yeah, cum for your Uncle John,” he
encouraged her, “Oh fuck me, you’re squeezing my dick so hard!”
Indeed, he looked almost in pain as he held himself still in her. I wasn’t sure
if in the throes of her orgasm she was gripping his dick so tight he literally
couldn’t move it or if he was trying to hold back from cumming himself, trying
to stretch out the moment as long as possible. Odds were, a little of both was
the most likely explanation.
Tammy suddenly dropped back down to the bed, sucking in a deep breath and then
exhaling it loudly before taking another. His dick released from her vise-like
grip of Tammy’s spasming pussy, my dad once again stroked himself in and out of
her, thrusting himself hard into her crotch, driving himself as far into her wet
little pussy as he could. When he pulled out, he would go as far as he could
until the tip of the head of his dick was all that was left in her, then
reversing direction and pushing it back in her again. Once he misjudged himself
and his dick flopped out of her, causing her to moan and whine like a baby that
had lost it’s bottle but he was quickly back in her again, easily slipping
himself into her soaking wet pussy.
“I’m gonna cum.... gonna cum in you,” he gasped, his face red with the exertion
of fucking Tammy. His head arched back as his hips thrust into her pussy,
grinding his crotch into hers as he grimaced, almost like he was in some form of
pain. My dad seemed to be holding it back, trying to keep himself from
exploding into her as long as possible, and then he did it. With a noisy gasp I
saw his butt clench and his hips thrust even harder against her as I knew what
was happening. My dad was shooting his sperm into his hot little niece!
“Oh Uncle John..... I can feel you cumming in me,” she barely got out. Over and
over his hips thrust and I knew each time they did, yet another load of my dad’s
hot sperm was now inside of Tammy. Then there was one last hard thrust and he
was spent, his cock slipping out of her, covered with their cum. She dropped
her legs and let them hang over the side of the bed, laying there motionless as
if she was totally spent as my dad took a seat between the two of us. For a
second I was actually worried about him a little, as he struggled to breath and
his face was a deep red color. Wow, what was his blood pressure about now?
I stood up and looked at the two of them. What a sight, that’s for sure. My
dad sitting there with his pants still down at his ankles, his dick softening
quickly as he balanced himself on one hand, his chest still heaving up and down
from the exertion of fucking his niece. My hot cousin was laying there,
motionless as well, as she cupped her freshly-fucked pussy with both hands,
pulling her palms in tight against her crotch, not really moving them but more
like she was just holding herself like she couldn't believe what my dad had just
done to her.
There’s not a jury in the world that would convict me for what I did then.
Actually, to have just stood there and done nothing would have been the criminal
act. Instead, I bent over and took my dad’s now half-flaccid cock in my mouth,
immediately tasting the sweetness of Tammy’s young pussy on it along with the
sharper, more distinct flavor of my father’s cum. He shuddered as my tongue
played over the head of his still ultra-sensitive dick.
Once I’d cleaned off his dick, I turned my attention to Tammy. Prying her hands
out of the way, I assumed a position quite similar to what my dad had been in
not that long ago. God the scent of her naughty pussy was incredibly strong now
after having just cum and being fucked so hard! Indeed, she tasted especially
strong as well, not to mention the added flavoring provided by the remains of my
dad’s cum as it seeped out of her. My tongue flicked over her still-swollen
clit, causing her to jump involuntarily, like when the doctor hits your knee
with his little hammer and you react without any control. God she tasted so
good! I’ve always said I loved the taste of my own pussy better than any other
but I could have made a case for Tammy’s right about now!
With that I stood up and adjusted my thong back in place. Checking my watch, I
saw that it had been well over a half-hour since I’d left Rick and no doubt
SOMEBODY had to be wondering where at least one the three of us was.
“Let’s go you two horny toads, you know we can’t stay in here much longer,” I
prodded them. A pair of groans was all I got in response but I wasn't about to
let them off the hook THAT easily. Grabbing their hands, I pulled them up and
both of them begrudgingly got their clothes back in place again. Tammy pulled
her panties back on and I loved watching her hands work underneath against her
cute bare bottom to adjust it back into place. My dad had it pretty easy as
well, simply pulling his underwear and pants back up again, tucking in his
shirt, and tightening his belt.
“Why don’t you check to see if anyone's out there?” I suggested to my dad,
figuring it would be less difficult for him to explain why he was in Rick’s room
than either me or Tammy. He opened up the door, stuck his head out, and then
pulled it back in, giving the thumbs up. As he started to leave, I hissed at
him, “DAD! Don’t forget you have to wash up first!”
Indeed, I was sure all three of us smelled like a Nevada whore house on a
Saturday night at the moment, especially my dad and Tammy. My dad went first,
quickly returning after what must have been a cursory hand-washing at most. I
started to ask him if he had washed his face but figured what the heck if the
rest of the family couldn’t take a joke! Well, actually I knew it was useless
to press him further so I just hoped and prayed nobody got a good whiff of him.
Tammy and I went to the bathroom together. Once inside, she said something to me
for the first time since I’d walked into Rick’s bedroom earlier.
“Well, I hope your dad’s happy now,” she said to me with a smile. At first I
wasn't sure how to take what she said. Was she trying to say she’d done it just
for him without really wanting it for herself?. Maybe I was reading too much
into it, trying to look for a way that she might be trying to say she had done
it only for him, or for me.
“Well, it looked to me like someone here came pretty good herself!”
Tammy looked at me, almost a little sheepish. “Well..... he DOES fuck pretty
good for an old guy.”
Well, considering my dad was almost three times her age, I couldn't really say
anything about the “old guy” characterization. Still, she didn’t have to put it
QUITE that negatively. Heck, when I was her age I loved doing guys my dad’s
age. They always treated me so much nicer and cared more about making ME feel
good and not just about getting themselves off.
“Better than your own dad?”
Instantly I regretted the question as her entire body sagged and the smile
disappeared from her face. She didn’t actually say anything, but her body
language and facial expressions were enough to confirm my worst worries about
her home life. I’d always hoped that being she was his own daughter that her
father would treat her better than he treated someone less closely related, like
me. To be blunt, my uncle is an asshole when it comes to sex and if it wasn't
for my dad’s lust for Tammy, I would never let him touch me ever again. Well,
just as I have to grit my teeth and bear it at times, yielding to him for the
greater good, apparently Tammy was in same the position herself. I could only
imagine how her father would react if she ever tried to say no to him. With
everything else she was involved in, it wasn't like she could go to anyone to
protect her either.
Oh well, there was nothing I cold do about it now. A little makeup and some
perfume and we were set to go. Just one last thing....
“Do you have any other panties?” I asked her, being mindful that hers had been
wet already when my dad tossed them to me, and I could only imagine what state
they were in now with her standing up and my dad’s cum draining from her and
into the crotch.
Tammy giggled, understanding what I was getting gat. With a sly grin back on
her face, she reached under her dress to pull them off. Yes indeed, they were
quite a mess! I was tempted to ask her if I cold keep them as a souvenir for my
dad but then I realized I had no way to hide them so I just let her throw them
in the laundry hamper. Didn’t her mother ever notice the stains on her panties?
A question for another day...
“You know Kelly, maybe I should just go without any?” she teased me but we both
knew that THAT wasn't the best of ideas at ANY time in her house, let alone
having just been fucked by my dad. “Don’t be so serious... I know better...
I'll have to get some from my room so hopefully Kate’s out.”
Indeed, Kate was nowhere to be found so Tammy quickly pulled out a fresh pair of
panties and slipped them on over her heels and up her legs. With that, we were
about as ready as we would ever be so the two of us headed back upstairs
together. Sure enough, we were met at the top of the stairs by her wicked witch
of a mother.
“THERE YOU ARE! Where have you two been? I’ve had Kate looking all over for
you girls,” she griped at us. Right on cue, her little minion Kate appeared
from behind her, giving us that spiteful little smirk that she liked to put on
when her mother couldn't see her. We just ignored her and went to the living
room to mingle once again. I saw my dad talking to his older brother again.
Gee whiz, this was the most I’d seen them talk in ages! The two of them looked
at Tammy and me and I knew exactly what was running through my dad’s head at
that moment. At least he didn't get hard again!
As for my Uncle Paul, he was tougher to read. Indeed, he DID give both of us
the once-over but then, I would have been surprised had he not. Still, was
there something more there than met the eye? Over the years, I’ve tease him and
my Uncle Jim mercilessly and while that eventually led to my Uncle Jim fucking
me, I knew the odds of Uncle Paul doing anything even close to the same had to
be at least a million to one. It never hurt to dream though!
Then I remembered my promise to Rick. Maybe if I left fast enough.....
THE END
20090425 My Dad and Cousin Tammy