Subject: My Dad and Cousin Tammy
Story Codes: MF Mf oral incest father daughter uncle niece
Diary Date: APRIL 25, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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If you were a man in your forties and you had the opportunity to have sex
with a sexy 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
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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 me 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
lying 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 as I watched my dad gently and lovingly
take my little 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
her 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 our 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 as 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 my
father’s erection 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.
“Mmmmmmm, 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. Hmmmmmm, 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. You look soooooo beautiful with my dick in your
mouth.”
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. Mmmmmmm, 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.
“Mmmmmmm, you ready to fuck me now daddy?”
“Like I would ever say no?” he chuckled.
He had a point.
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 my father’s hard dick. The fact it was hard because of
ME is what made it so special.
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.
“Dammit, 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.
“Mmmmmmm, 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, ‘You have
no idea how often I use to dream of seeing my cum oozing out of you like
that when you were younger.”
I pulled up my dress with one hand while trying to drive with the other,
exposing my thong to him.
“Awwwwww, 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. Mmmmmmm, I LOVED
this tradition!
Chapter 3 – Easter Church Service
=================================
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 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 everyone 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 you 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 thumbs 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 wonder 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 an 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 means 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 could 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’d thoughts of masturbating in church and maybe even getting laid but
all those thoughts 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. Mmmmmmm, 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
and a wink.
Rick’s eyes 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, guys can 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’ escapade 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 inside 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 shot 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’ve 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.
“Mmmmmmm, 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. “You really do
enjoy this, don’t you?”
Like duh!
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 breathe 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 my cousin’s 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’d 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 be, 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 moot 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 what 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.
“Ummmmm, 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.
“Hmmmmmm, 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.
Hmmmmmm, 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.
“Noooooo, I didn't tell you before 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 lose 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.
“Ewwwww, 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 was 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.
Soooooo... 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.
“Hmmmmmm, 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.
My cousin 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 thick 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.
“Mmmmmmm, 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 velvety 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! Mmmmmmm, 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 cute little cousin and she’d 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 so 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 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 my dad’s face before – that
hungry thirst, almost animal-like drive for sex that could only be
satisfied one way. It could be almost frightening at times as I knew
when he reached this state of mind that 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! Mmmmmmm, 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 its 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?
“Ohhhhhh!” 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. Mmmmmmm, 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 its 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 his young niece.
My dad’s head arched back as his hips thrust into my cousin’s horny
pussy, grinding his hairy 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 father was shooting
his incestuous sperm deep 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. Tammy 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.
My dad 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 freshly fucked 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 could 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 could 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. “Oh now 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,” my aunt 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