Subject: Memorable Memorial Day
Story Codes: MF FF oral exhib incest father daughter
Diary Date: May 24, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Sometimes the best things come about unexpectedly. I’d been anticipating
a rather boring Memorial Day weekend which only appeared to get worse
when my dad invited me to visit his mother in Illinois. Then he invited
my Aunt Linda and her daughter Kristi to join us and that changed
everything!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Comparing Grandparents
Chapter 2 – Traveling to Illinois
Chapter 3 – Awkward Homecoming
Chapter 4 – Enjoying the Weather
Chapter 5 – Going to Church as a Family
Chapter 6 – The Long Ride Home
Chapter 1 – Comparing Grandparents
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When I compare my grandparents, there couldn’t be a more striking
contrast. First, they have totally different homes and occupations (at
least before they retired). My dad’s parents live in a big traditional
farmhouse an hour or so north of Pittsburgh. His dad is retired and now
rents out the land to other farmers. On my mom’s side of the family, her
mother lives alone in a small house in Illinois, south of Chicago about
thirty miles. My grandfather died back in 1994, barely a memory to me.
He was some sort of engineer; I never really understood what he did,
while my grandmother has always been a stay-at- home housewife.
My dad’s parents are pretty much your stereotypical grandparents. They
have always doted on me; some might say spoiled but I wouldn’t go that
far. My cousin Kristi and I would often go together to visit them and we
had all sorts of fun as young girls exploring the barn and other cool
buildings and animals on the farm. In fact, the first time we ever
masturbated together was in a hayloft. The farm has all sorts of room
for larger groups to gather and being it’s only an hour or so away my
dad’s side typical holds its get-togethers there.
One thing important to note about my dad’s parents, and most of his side
of the family for that matter, is that they have no idea what the three
brothers are involved in behind closed doors at home. In fact, most of
the family is downright ultra-conservative. While she doesn’t make a big
issue of it like my Aunt Sheri (my dad’s obnoxious and sanctimonious
sister-in-law), I knew my Grandma Alice didn’t exactly approve of most of
my outfits, especially the ones I liked to wear around the farm. Not
being HER mother, my mom never seemed to worry much about what her
mother-in-law had to say so I took it as a green light to dress however I
wanted, not that Grandpa Gary seemed to mind! Of course, he was just
looking out of typical male curiosity and I have NEVER sensed anything
from him that he might be interested in me in any way other than as his
granddaughter.
While my dad and his brothers grew up as typical teenage boys, always on
the lookout for an opportunity to “score”, they weren’t any different
from most boys their age. When they started dating two sisters (my mom
and my Aunt Linda), it was often a battle over who dated who and when
with the final results being my mom married my dad and my aunt married
some other guy. Had not it been for my mom’s incestuous upbringing, no
doubt my dad would have never done the things he did with me - or my
cousins.
Over to my mom’s parents, the contrast couldn't be any sharper. My
Grandma Martha is an “interesting” person, by that I mean I have never
quite figured her out completely. She raised two girls (no boys in the
family) – namely my mom and Aunt Linda, and from what I gather, pretty
much let them run amok. Of course, back when they were in school the
dress codes were a lot more rigid than in today’s public schools so they
couldn’t get away with the type of outfits me and my cousin Kristi wore.
Yet in looking at the old family photos, they definitely pushed the
boundaries. Both girls started dating very young and from what I gather,
without a whole lot of rules, not even a curfew. I guess today you would
call it “don't ask, don't tell” in that so long as their mom didn’t know
about it, she didn't hassle them over it.
While Grandma Martha may have let the girls run wild, it was Grandpa Bill
that was solely responsible for initiating the incest “tradition” in my
family. He took my mom’s virginity when she was fourteen, then her
sister Linda’s shortly after that even though she was only twelve and
barely in seventh grade. My mom says it was “consensual” but reading
between the lines, I don't think she was given much of a say in the
matter. He fucked them both regularly as they grew up and even after
they married.
In fact, it was sex with her father than was one of the major reasons
that Linda ended up having to divorce her husband. Even though she told
her asshole husband about her dad before they got married – and he was
supposedly OK with it, after the wedding he became possessive and
jealous, forcing Aunt Linda to choose between her father and husband.
Well, “family” won out, as it should have, but what a terrible choice to
force up on someone.
My dad and his younger brother were also doing both sisters in high
school (well, Linda wasn't quite yet in high school when they started)
and you can imagine my dad’s surprise when she one day confided in him
that her dad was doing them both as well. Unlike Linda’s jerk of a
husband, though, my dad didn’t have any issues with it. I guess he
figured that if anyone else was going to fuck them, better it be their
dad than another guy at school!
Sometimes I wonder what might have happened had my Grandpa Bill not died
back in 1994. While I'll never know for sure if he would’ve wanted to
fuck his granddaughters or not, I can’t imagine he wouldn’t have given
the opportunity. I was only seven when he died and regardless of what
people may think from what I’ve said, he was NOT a pedophile and he NEVER
molested his granddaughters in any way. In my fantasies, I have
sometimes wondered what it would have been like to have a three
generational get-together. Oh well, maybe someday I'll have a daughter
so my dad can expand the bounds of our family traditions.
So what was my Grandma Martha doing all this time? Well, first of all
she knew what her husband was doing with her daughters right from the
start. It’s not exactly something all that easy to hide, even if he had
tried. It seemed to become an extension of her “don't ask, don't tell”
parenting methodology. While she didn’t do anything to stop him, she
also never joined in or even watched. So far as I know, she never even
discussed incest (or anything about sex for that matter) with her
daughters, not even to this day.
A few years ago while I was visiting, she made a few vague references to
me and my dad having sex. I can’t say I got the feeling she approved of
it, more like she was resigned to the idea and so she just ignored what
my dad and I did when we were there. We respected her values and didn’t
flaunt anything in front of her either.
It had been a while since we’d all gone to see my Grandma Martha. It
seemed it was either me and my parents or Linda and Kristi, but rarely
all of us. Since my mom’s funeral, none of us had been back there at all
to visit her. In our defense, it WAS a long drive (about ten to eleven
hours at least, maybe even more depending on whose foot was on the
accelerator. Add in my dad’s hectic work schedule and it was simply hard
to find the right opportunity to get back there.
Chapter 2 – Traveling to Illinois
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With Memorial Day approaching, it was my intention to spend a rather
boring weekend at home, maybe getting in some sun on my dad’s private
deck as the weather forecast sounded great. Probably the LAST thing I
ever expected was to be making a road trip! My dad called me from work
and announced that he was taking Friday off and that it would be a good
opportunity to visit Grandma Martha. It was quite a surprise to me as I
couldn't remember the last time he wanted to go there – usually it had
been my mom dragging him along. While he appeared to get along with his
mother-in-law, somehow I always sensed a little tension between my
Grandma Martha and my dad, If I had to guess why, it would be that he had
assumed the incest “leadership” role from my grandfather. So far as I
know, she NEVER actually came out and said anything, but from her body
language and tone, it was obvious she was not comfortable when he and I
were in the room together with her, even though we never did anything
that warranted a second glance from anyone.
As for me, it is hard to say this but I can’t say I was thrilled to be
going. Sure, I loved my grandmother and all, but not THAT much and to
spend over twenty hours in the SUV traveling back and forth on some toll
road between Pittsburgh and the boring suburbs of Chicago wasn't exactly
my idea of a fun weekend. After all, you can only pass the time in car
masturbating and sleeping for so long! Then I learned that my Aunt Linda
and cousin Kristi would be joining us and that changed my entire outlook,
as you might well imagine.
At 22, Kristi is two years younger than me and has always been more a
younger sister to me than a cousin. Since my Aunt Linda’s divorce back
was Kristi was a baby, the two of them practically lived at our house.
Kristi and I always seemed to do most everything together as we grew up
and still do, even though our lives and careers have evolved in vastly
different directions. Although we masturbated together maybe a million
times growing up, (well, maybe that’s a LITTLE exaggeration but it seemed
that way sometimes), we never had sex until the summer after my freshman
year in college. That was when I learned she and my dad had started
doing it while I was away, sort of a surrogate daughter thing I guess for
him.
It was also at that time when I learned about my dad’s true relationship
with my Aunt Linda. I had always known they dated and had sex back in
school, but the fact they STILL were having sex wasn’t something they’d
shared with me until then. If you think THAT was a shock, imagine my
surprise when I learned what Aunt Linda and Kristi had been doing since
she was just a little girl!
There was one thing I was curious about, though, and that was how the
budding relationship between my dad and aunt was going to go over with
her mother. Sure, they’d had sex since she was in grade school – even
after they both had married, but my dad was always faithful to my mom
when it came to his true love. It was now barely seven months since my
mom had been taken from us and while I was slowly beginning to accept
things, I wasn't so sure how my grandmother would appreciate her younger
daughter becoming romantically involved with her older daughter’s
husband, even now that she was gone. No doubt she suspected they’d been
having sex before, but it was one thing for them to have sex and another
to be in love. To be perfectly honest, even I was having a bit of an
issue with it but I was slowly coming around upon seeing how happy she as
making my dad again.
As my dad and I packed the SUV for the trip, I thought again about him
and Aunt Linda. Hmmm, now who would be sleeping with who when we were at
my grandmother’s? The house was pretty small, with only two spare
bedrooms, so did that mean he would be with me, and Kristi with her
mom... or would it be my dad and aunt in one room, leaving me and Kristi
to fend for ourselves in the other? Either scenario was fine with me, I
was just afraid that the first one might lead to a little more tension
between my dad and grandmother. No doubt she wouldn't say anything no
matter which option we went with, but I knew from past experience that
her attitude and demeanor could speak volumes!
We left to pick up my Aunt and cousin, stuffing their bags in the back as
my dad grumbled something about how we were only going for a couple of
days, not weeks, but the three of us girls just ignored his male
chauvinistic whining. Sure, maybe HE could get along with just a small
bag but a girl has to be prepared for any contingency. Did he really
expect me to bring only one dress for church on Sunday? What if the
weather changed? Heck, what if I simply changed my mind? Men just don't
get it.
Although we hadn’t conferred on the subject, Kristi and I had dressed in
almost identical outfits. We each had on short cutoff denim shorts with
similar tube tops, although hers was black and mine was yellow. When I
say the shorts were short, I mean EXTREMELY short, such that our ass-
cheeks poked out and there was just a thin strip of denim that pulled up
tight in our crotches. You could say they didn't leave much to the
imagination. Her tube top was more traditional, a narrow band of ribbed
stretch material which emphasized her smaller, but extremely perky boobs.
As my boobs were a bit bigger than hers, mine had to be a little wider
and included a pair of ties that joined at the center of my cleavage and
then tied behind my neck. We each wore sneakers with white anklets.
While we didn’t LOOK like twins by any stretch of the imagination, we
could have passed for sisters pretty easily – and often did
With warm weather being forecasted, my aunt was also wearing shorts,
although hers were hemmed, not ragged like ours and came a bit further
down her legs, keeping her ass out of sight. Like her sister, my Aunt
Linda had GREAT legs. Even at the ripe old age of 41 she still loved to
show them off. Her blouse was also less revealing, although I couldn't
help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra. Aunt Linda had gotten a boob
job a couple of years ago and since then she seemed determined to get her
money’s worth! Because of some medical issues she didn’t get implants
but the surgeon took care of the damage that gravity had inflicted over
the years, making her boobs about as perky as her daughter’s and a full
cup size larger to boot.
Then there was my dad. What can I say? Much as I have tried over the
years to get him to look a little more stylish, he had once again
reverted to the old standby – jeans, a polo shirt and beat-up brown
leather deck shoes. God, it was like a nightmarish seventies flashback.
Oh well, what can I say? I keep trying and it’s not my fault he doesn’t
seem to care how he looks away from the office. It’s funny how he can
always look professional and perfect in his suits but once he got home,
it was jeans and t-shirts, maybe shorts if it was warm.
As the male figurehead my dad was driving so my aunt took her position in
the front passenger seat as his copilot. Kristi and I took our positions
in the back seat, me behind my dad while Kristi was behind her mother.
My dad turned on the GPS – why I have no idea. It’s not like he didn’t
have the route memorized after decades of traveling back and forth. Men
and their toys! The worse thing about it was the little display that
said “time to destination”. For goodness sake, it was going to take
forever as it was and having a count- down just made it seem all the
worse, like watching the timer on the microwave when you’re starving.
Once we hit the expressway, I knew that it would be a boring ten hours or
so before we did anything but drive 70 miles per hour without stopping
for anything but gas and to go potty. Kristi and I each had our iPods
but still, talk about BORING!
As we drove out past the airport on our way to the Turnpike, the traffic
eased and I felt someone poking me. Kristi was grinning and nodding
towards the front seat. I looked up and what hell! My Aunt Linda was
leaning over, stroking my dad’s dick as he drove. Sheesh, it had only
been twenty minutes and already they were at it! I can’t say it was
really that much of a surprise, though. Lately it had been like they had
reverted to their high school years, unable to keep their hands off each
other.
“Ummmmm, dad...” I said, leaning forward in my seat against the seat belt
and tapping on his shoulder, “Do you want me to drive?”
What is that old saying about, “Be careful what you wish for...”? I just
meant to tease him, not that I had any desire to drive. I should have
known better.
“Hey, that’s a great idea Kelly!” he replied, taking a quick exit that
just happened to be coming up at that moment.
My Aunt Linda looked back at me and just shook her head, smiling at the
same time. At the top of the ramp out in the middle of nowhere, my dad
pulled over to the shoulder. Quickly was all changed places, my dad and
Linda getting in the back seat while I took the wheel and Kristi sat up
front next to me. It had been ages since I drove this monstrosity as
normally my dad didn’t like me to drive it. Something about the last
time I drove him to work and nearly killed us all... another story for
another time.
“You too all set back there?” I called out over my shoulder, adjusting
the rear- view mirror to allow me to see what was going on.
Dear God, they were at it already! My dad had pulled his jeans down to
his ankles as soon as the door was closed and aunt already had a lip-lock
on is erect dick.
“Just drive Kelly,” my cousin said with a giggle, “I really don't think
they’re listening.”
Driving my dad’s monster SUV was like driving a semi-truck compared to my
own car but it also gave me a sense of power on the road being bigger
than most every other car on the road. I spun the wheel out as I
accelerated down the ramp, not use to having so much power at my command.
Mmmmmmm, this was cool!
By the time we got to the first tollgate my aunt was still sucking on my
dad’s dick. She had curled up on the back seat, her butt barely on the
edge of the seat as her head was buried in my dad’s crotch. She was
still fully dressed but I doubted THAT would remain the status quo for
long.
Meanwhile, Kristi had leaned her seat back enough to lay on her side it
looked like she was asleep with her I-Pod ear buds blocking out any
external noise. Dang, this was even worse than I’d imaged! My dad and
Aunt were making out like teenagers in the back seat while my cousin was
starting to just barely snore, leaving me to do the driving and watch out
for the PA State Assholes who loved to patrol this section of the
highway. I set the cruise to 70 miles per hour and settled down for a
long winter’s nap (if you get my drift).
As much as I tried to concentrate on staying in my lane, it was difficult
at times when suddenly I would hear a moan or loud groan coming from
behind me. Damn, didn’t they care how it made ME feel? Then again, I
guess it was no different than what I had done at times to my mom and dad
as they drove me and a friend to the lake or whatever. Paybacks are
indeed a bitch!
Well, just because I was driving didn’t mean I couldn't do SOMETHING.
Indeed, back when I was in college and o would make the three hour trip
from school in Ohio to home and back, I would often masturbate as I
drove. Given how up I sat in the SUV, together with the dark tinted
glass, the odds were about zero anyone would even notice, although I have
to admit sometimes THAT can be fun, depending on who notices you of
course.
Using my knees to steer, I unbuttoned my shorts and then somehow managed
to push them off my butt and down my legs to my ankles and then off onto
the floor without swerving TOO badly. The cool leather seats felt good
against my now bare bottom and for a while I just wiggle against it,
enjoying the feel of the smooth coldness against my butt. Now and then I
would pass someone or they would pass me and I smiled at them. Imagine
if they knew I was bare-ass as they went by!
After a while I put my hand between my legs and started to gently play
with my pussy, nothing overly excitable at first, just a finger playing
lightly over my bare crotch and between my pussy lips. I licked my
finger to wet it and started to touch my clit gently, enjoying the
immediate response as it tingled under my touch. Now this wasn't so bad!
I felt a bump against the back of my seat and glanced in the rear view
mirror. My dad was kneeling in the space between the seats with his face
buried in my Aunt’s crotch. She had one leg draped over the back of the
seat with the other hanging off the front edge. Her bushy pussy was
barely visible now and then as my dad worked his magic on her. My own
hand instinctively started to work on my own pussy a little harder as I
watched him eat her hairy pussy.
We were almost to Ohio by now and about to get on the Turnpike. Last
stop for a LONG time as I approached the toll gates. Fortunately they
were automatic and all I had to do was take a card from the machine
without having to deal with a nosey toll-booth attendant. Soon I was
back on cruise control and my hand quickly resumed its place between my
legs.
As for the nymphos in the back seat, they didn’t skip a beat as my dad
sat back in the seat and my aunt mounted him, facing towards the back of
the SUV. She had her shorts off but had kept her top on. It still left
me with a nice view of her ass as I watched her ride my dad’s dick in the
mirror. Damn, it was hard to just watch and not pull over and join them!
A horn blared and another pickup truck drove by me as I must have weaved
a little too much into the other lane watching them fucking. The sudden
noise woke Kristi and she rubbed her eyes and yawned. She looked at me
and I just nodded towards the back seat. One look told her all she
needed to know and she just laughed as she laid back in her seat. Yeah,
easy for HER to laugh it off, she didn't have to worry about driving in
the middle of holiday traffic! Instead, she dropped her shorts and
lowered her tube top to expose her boobs, then proceeded to start
masturbating herself with her eyes closed and feet up on the dash. Damn,
everyone was getting themselves off but me!
Well, I don't mean I wasn’t getting ANY attention – my hand was still
toying with my crotch but I had to focus on driving AND deal with the
debauchery all around me before I could even think about what I was doing
for myself. As a result, it was more like I sometimes do when I watch TV
or just get bored and start fiddling with myself almost absentmindedly.
It was like scratching an itch – only it was a horny itch between my legs
that got the attention. Not something that got me off, but at the same
time somewhat satisfying.
Kristi, however, was going at it with my more gusto. Although I think
overall I am more “addicted” to masturbating than she is, when she sets
her mind to it she can really get herself going. Sometimes growing up we
would have contests to see who could get herself off the fastest and I
would say I won 90% of the time. (I knew her well enough she didn’t DARE
cheat!) Kristi was one of the girls who used masturbation more as a
substitute for getting laid, or more correctly, as a means of addressing
her “needs” when she wasn't getting laid enough.
In contrast, I just love masturbating. For me, it’s not a substitute for
sex but rather something that compliments it. Guys have misunderstood me
when I sometimes masturbate right after they have fucked me, thinking
they haven’t satisfied me. Yet it couldn't be more the opposite. I
tried to explain (usually to no avail), that is was like adding chocolate
syrup to a bowl of ice cream – a delicious adder than made the main dish
even better! The only reason I might masturbate less when I get a steady
dose of sex is simply due to time constraints. It’s pretty simple - if
you’re getting laid you can’t masturbate!
I glanced over at Kristi and couldn't help but envy her a bit. God she
was so cute! She had that perfect little body, perky boobs and
delightful smile that made her appear two or three years younger than she
really was. It didn’t hurt either that she still giggled like a school
girl and the dumb blonde routine was no act, trust me. Lately she may
have dyed her hair darker, while at the same time mine has gone blonde,
but she can never escape her roots (I know, an awful pun, sorry).
There’s a good reason my cousin fucked so many of her teachers back in
high school – she wanted to graduate! Two years of college were enough
to prove she wasn’t academic material but then who was I to judge. She
was making more in a week on her back now than I will in a month as a
school teacher with a diploma!
Kristi had her right hand between her outstretched legs, her feet firmly
planted on the dash with her knees wide apart (as they probably are most
of the time she is at “work”). Her left hand was massaging her boob,
that perfect little breast that I would have given anything to have had.
Damn, it didn’t sag a bit and her nipple was hard as a rock as she
gripped it and pulled at it with her fingers. I knew she loved them to
be played with and whatever she wore, you could bet your ass that she
made sure they were exposed as much as she could get away with.
Watching her play with her boobs, my own began to get that “itch” as
well. While I tended to pay more attention to my pussy, even as a small
girl barely into puberty, I still enjoyed having someone touch my boobs
and play with them. Though you might not realize it now to look at me,
for most of my teen years they weren’t all that impressive and it use to
kill me to see girls like my best friend Beth filling out their C and
then D cups as I was barely in my first A. Mother Nature had a cruel
sense of humor when it came to my boobs, making them grow ever so slowly
throughout my teen years instead of busting out from the start (OK,
another bad pun, so sue me). Admittedly, the boys never complained but
still, when I was with someone like Beth it was painfully obvious whose
chest got all the stares! Now I’m a healthy 34C and quite proud of the
girls! Still, nightmares of being teased in the locker room at school
and looking in the mirror, wishing they would just GROW, haunted me which
is why I guess my natural instinct is to play with my pussy first.
With the strap circling around my neck, I couldn't drop my tube top to my
waist as Kristi had done but rather pulled it higher on my chest, letting
my boobs flop out, feeling good to be free at least. Damn, that tube was
as bad as wearing a sports bra! My nipples were already responding to
the feel of the cold air-conditioning blowing on them from the vents and
when I pulled on them with my fingertips I couldn’t help but jump a
little in my seat from the sensation it created within me. Kristi was
ignoring me, her eyes closed as she concentrated on her own hands. In
back, my dad was cumming finally, or maybe he just had? Anyway, it
looked like they would be settling down for a while finally.
I must have been starting to drift off a little, driving practically in
auto- pilot, when I about hit the roof as Kristi suddenly stiffened and a
little shriek escaped from her lips. She was cumming, no doubt about it.
Her leg muscles stood out prominently as her thighs tensed and she was
gasping as if she couldn't breathe. She had both hands between her legs
now, one poking fingers inside of her pussy with the other rubbing her
clit like she was trying to call out a genie from a lamp.
I could barely hear her whispering to herself, Oh god... oh god... oh
god,” over and over and over again. Her butt actually lifted up and off
the seat as she suspended herself between her feet on the dash and her
back against the seat, her hand not moving now but clutching her pussy
tightly as she let out a long moan that seemed to go on forever. Damn, I
don't know what she was thinking about at the moment but whatever (or
whoever) it was must have been REALLY hot!
Finally she dropped down to the seat again, her feet slipping from the
ash an falling to the floor mat as she laid back limply, one hand on each
boob as she just sighed and breathed heavily. Eventually she opened her
eyes and turned her head to me, grinning mischievously as she loved to do
whenever she thought she had pulled one over on me.
“How’s the driving going for ya Kelly?” Kristi teased me.
The little whore! She knew damn well I’d been watching her get herself
off, all the while unable to do anything substantial myself. I just
frowned at her and stared ahead at the road, pulling my tube top back
down over my boobs. I’m not sure exactly WHY I did that, maybe some sort
of silent protest or something silly I guess. Didn't make any more sense
to me then than it does now, more perhaps to DO something than just sit
there and let her taunt me.
The sign said “Last rest area in Ohio” and I noticed the gas gauge was
getting below the half-way mark. Knowing from past trips that gas prices
always seemed to go higher the further west we went, I called out that I
was going to be pulling over soon to fill it up.
Everyone started to get dressed except me. It was impossible to put on
shorts as tight as mine while driving so I would have to wait until we
stopped. No matter, I had plenty of room once I didn't have to worry
about crashing as I tugged them up and over my butt. By the time I had
pulled up to the pump, the rest of them were ready to go. My aunt and
cousin headed off for the restrooms, saying they would meet me there when
I was ready. My dad stayed to pump the gas – at least he didn't make me
do THAT!
Alone in the truck, I reached down to the floor and grabbed my shorts.
With the steering wheel in the way it was a little awkward but I got them
up and on finally. They were extremely tight and hard to button so I got
out of the truck and stood tall, sucking in my stomach as I pulled the
two sides together.
“A little tight?” my dad teased, seeing me having problems getting them
back together.
“Noooooo, I always swell a little when I sit in the car too long,” I came
back.
THAT wasn't true, at least not hardly, but I wasn't about to admit I
might be gaining any weight! At home I had laid on my back on the bed
and pulled them on that way which seemed to work a lot better but
eventually I had them done. As I walked to towards the service building
where the restrooms were, I noticed the guy in the car ahead of us
watching me. Hmmm, had he seen me doing my shorts? I wondered if he
realized WHY I was doing them? Then I noticed a woman in the front seat
and two little heads in the back. Awwwwww, too bad, just a tourist
sightseeing. Oh well, too bad he didn't have a camera!
After we had taken care of our immediate “needs” and grabbed a bite to
snack on, we resumed our trip. This time it was back to our original
seating arrangements. Apparently the others had addressed their needs
for the moment as Kristi resumed listening to her I-Pod and my Aunt Linda
just sat in the front seat like normal, chatting with my dad about who
knows what. I felt a little left out to be honest. It was still six
hours or so to go and here I was, feeling all alone and horny. I turned
my head and looked out the window, rubbing my boob through my tube top
gently. As people would pass by I would look at them and try to
fantasize what type of sex like they had. It was a game sometimes I
played with Kristi, better than counting red and blue cars. We would
come up with all sorts of crazy scenarios for people which, in all likely
hood, were just as normal as any Dick and Jane family might be.
“We’re here!”
I jolted awake, apparently having fallen asleep somewhere in the middle
of the boring Indiana tundra. Wow, we were finally here! I quickly
adjusted myself and ran a brush through my hair. My dad was backing into
the driveway where my grandmother was waiting for us. He must have
called her on his cell phone as we got close to warn her we were almost
there.
At least the first trip was over...
Chapter 3 – Awkward Homecoming
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We all got slowly out of the SUV, stretching our muscles that had
tightened after hours of non-stop travel. As I got out, I saw my dad
hugging my grandmother, followed shortly by my aunt as she kissed and
hugged her mom. Then it Kristi and my turn. She stood there with her
hands on her hips, looking at us with a critical eye. Then she turned to
Aunt Linda and shook her head but didn't say anything. Still the look on
her face and the frown she wore may as well have been neon signs saying,
“You let your girls dress likes sluts!”
Well, I couldn't argue with her – we WERE dressed like sluts, but it
wasn’t like any of us cared so why should she? It wasn't like we were
doing her any harm. Then she looked at my dad and I could just imagine
what she was thinking – “you love it because you fuck them, don't you
John?” Of course, such words were never spoken aloud but I could imagine
that was the least of what she was thinking. Hmmm, what would she say I
she knew what he and her daughter had been doing in the backseat on the
way here?
We gathered out suitcases and bags and went into the house, dropping them
in the kitchen for moment which avoided the immediate question of which
bedroom would go which bags. Although we protested that we weren't
hungry, she insisted on fixing sandwiches and drinks. The five of us sat
around the kitchen table, trading small talk as my aunt asked how the
trip had been for us.
I wondered if she caught the furtive glances that we each exchanged? My
grandmother may not SAY a lot about things, but I was warned a long time
ago by my mother that she doesn't miss much. Oh well, so long as it
didn't create any problems, so what if she saw us? I was starting to
think this could be a long weekend if we had to walk on eggshells the
whole time!
Eventually the “adults” went into the living room – more like a shrine
actually. It smelled funny, like old people I guess you could say. God,
did she ever open a window or un the air conditioning? The room was
filled with knick-knacks, doll collections, ancient family photos, and
all the furniture looked like it was from the fifties - which it probably
was! I guess when you live alone with your family all so far away, it’s
only natural to surround yourself with memories of days gone by. In a
way it as sort of sad though. Suddenly I felt a little guilty for all
the negative feelings I had about coming here. How would I feel someday
if I was left without my husband and my only daughters both lived so far
away and hardly ever visited me?
Kristi and I went out in the back yard. Behind the family room was a
small deck with a table and chairs. It was nothing like my dad’s deck –
totally open and you could see the neighbors on each side. A tall tree
shaded it most of the day and the was no hot tub either. Still, a cool
breeze was blowing and it felt good to at least not be traveling anymore.
“So what do you think?” Kristi suddenly blurted out? I looked at her as
if I had no idea what she was talking about – and I didn’t.
“You know... my mom and your dad,” she said in a low conspiratorial voice
as if someone was going to actually hear us, “Think the old lady’s gonna
have a stroke?”
“Kristi! How could you!” I exclaimed, actually a bit shocked at her
insensitivity. What was that about blondes again?
“You know what I mean,” she said defensively.
Then she beamed again and leaned over towards me. “Fuck, did you see the
look she gave my mom when she first saw us? THAT was priceless, almost
as good as when Aunt Sheri gets all pissed off when we visit her.”
She was, of course, referring to my aunt on my dad’s side, the wife of
his younger brother Jim. Aunt Sheri was a loony nut, no doubt about it.
She was constantly appalled at how my mom and Aunt Linda allowed Kristi
and me to dress, not afraid to call us sluts straight to her face. The
only problem, at least for her, was that mom got a kick out of teasing
her and if anything, egged us on all the more the nastier she got.
“Well, at least she doesn't SAY anything,” I came back. ”You know how
she is.”
Kristi sighed and looked around the empty neighborhood. “God, this place
is deserted. It’s gonna be a long weekend.”
I just nodded. It looked like the old guy that had lived next door for
as long as I remembered was gone, judging by the children’s toys
scattered about. Hmmmmmm, I wonder what had happened to him? Did he
finally kick the proverbial bucket or was he in a home or hospital? He
had always been really nice to Kristi and I, a piece of candy was waiting
for us any time we come over to visit.
On the other side, it looked like the same couple was still living there.
If I remembered correctly, their only daughter should be graduating soon,
maybe even this year. I couldn't help but notice that they had their
pool filled up. It was a round, above-ground number and while it looked
inviting, I would have bet most anything that the water was still
FREEZING! They had one of those bubble solar covers that heat the water
using the sun spread out over it, but still, this early in the year it
certainly wasn't going to be TOO warm without a heater (which it I
doubted a pool this small would have), no matter what technology was in
place.
“Soooooo, where do you think you’ll be sleeping tonight?”
My thoughts were broken by Kristi and I shook my head to clear it. I
thought for a moment before shaking my head. “I have NO idea... what do
you think?”
“Well, unless someone sleeps on the couch, it’s going to be interesting
no matter what. I mean, your dad had to sleep with SOMEONE, assuming he
doesn't get the couch. I figure it won’t be me so it’s either you or my
mom.” Kristi got that naughty grin again and continued, “So let’s see,
either the sister of his past wife or his twenty-something daughter...
could be interesting either way.”
I had to agree. In the past, when I visited with my parents my mom and
dad took one room and I got the third. If Kristi was with us, she shared
it with me and my Aunt Linda was there as well, she usually got stuck
with the hide-a-bed in the couch (but that only happened once that I
could remember).
Of course my grandmother knew my dad fucked me, but we respected her
“don't ask, don't tell” policy and never did anything that might make her
uncomfortable. Sleeping with me would be crossing the line – making her
uncomfortable I am sure., At the same time, sleeping with his sister-in-
law wasn't exactly the answer she would be looking for either. It was a
bit of a conundrum and I wondered how it would be settled. We were soon
to find out...
“Let’s get your stuff out of the kitchen and put away, OK girls?” my Aunt
Linda called out to us, sticking her head out the family room door that
led to the deck.
Actually, by the time we got ourselves in there, my dad had already done
most of the work. My heart sank as I realized that the option I had only
considered as an academic exercise was the one that was chosen.
“Dad?” was all I said as I saw his suitcase by the couch. Wow, so he had
chickened out and given the spare room to my Aunt Linda, leaving Kristi
and me together in the third bedroom.
“It’s just for this weekend and I don't want to upset your grandmother,
OK?” he whispered out of earshot from my grandmother – which was about
three feet in most cases given her hearing lately.
So that was how it was going to be – play it straight for grandma. What
a pain! Oh well, she probably slept twelve hours a day anyone so I was
sure we could work things out in the end.
In the end it really didn’t matter all that much the first night. We
were all exhausted and to my surprise, my grandmother was quite the
night-bird, the last to go to bed. Kristi and I retired to our bedroom
where we stripped and fell asleep almost as soon as our heads hit the
pillows – at least I did.
Chapter 4 – Enjoying the Weather
================================
While it may have still been May, the weather was gorgeous! Had I been
back in Pittsburgh, no doubt I would have been taking full advantage of
the warm sunshine to work on that summer tan, laying out on my dad’s deck
in nothing but the tiniest thong bikini. I know some people like seeing
an “all-over” tan on a girl because it implies that she runs around
outside nude a lot, but I’ve always liked just a wee bit of a tan line.
Not enough to show when wearing typical outfits and such – that looks
silly. I mean such that when I undress, it’s almost like those most
private areas of my body are highlighted, giving the impression to
whoever is looking at me that they are seeing something that is not
normally exposed. Seems a lot more erotic to me!
However... I wasn’t in Pittsburgh and I didn’t have the privacy of my
dad’s deck available so that left the small deck at the rear entrance to
my grandmother’s house. It was like the complete opposite of back home –
zero privacy to the point you almost had to strike up a conversation with
the neighbors when they came out to their car so as not to seem rude.
Another major problem was the damn tree. Well, it was nice for shade
most of the time, but that same shade pretty much made the deck useless
for tanning.
Kristi and I slept in pretty late, not getting up until after ten in the
morning when my aunt finally decided it was time for us to be social and
have some breakfast. I just threw on a nightshirt and Kristi used what
looked to be one of my dad’s shirts (when had she gotten that?) and we
emerged into the light still rubbing our eyes. It wasn’t like we were
exposing ourselves or anything, but still I caught a glance between my
grandmother and my aunt. It wasn’t much, but it as there if you knew
what you were looking for.
After breakfast we washed up and put on our bikinis. I would classify
mine as my “public tanning” versions. That meant while it covered more
than my normal tanning bikini did, making it suitable for wearing to a
public pool or beach without having to worry about getting tossed out for
indecent exposure! On the other hand, it really wasn’t intended to
actually SWIM in, or for that matter, even run around wearing as it was
pretty flimsy and easily shifted out of place or up my butt crack. It
would help to assure that I didn't create TOO much of a tan line yet at
the same time, wouldn't embarrass my grandmother if the neighbors saw me,
at least so I assumed.
Kristi had on a similar number but while mine was jet black, hers was
girly pink. Personally, I thought the black would look better on me once
I got a tan but for now, it contrasted sharply with my lighter skin tone.
Hmmmmmm, I needed to get some sun!
By now it was well past noon and the bright sun was out, a beautiful warm
day. We grabbed a few beach towels and headed out for the lawn,
abandoning the deck as there were only small patches of sun that worked
through the leaves. The grass was freshly mowed and it actually felt
better laying down than the deck would have since my grandmother didn't
have any decent cushions.
There was nobody around that we could see but even so, it wasn't like we
were on a private deck back home so a little modesty was required.
Besides, I think that that a few strategically-placed tan lines are
actually sexier than an all- over tan. With an all-over tan, it’s
obvious you lay out in the nude and the immediate thing that comes to
mind is everyone in the world has seen her nude so what’s the big deal?
With just the smallest of tan lines at my pussy and around my nipples,
it’s like they highlight something that is “hidden” from view most of the
times, like the guy is seeing something that most other guys haven’t. Of
course, it’s all a matter of perception. An all-over tan may have been
gained from a completely private location whereas the girl with the tan
lines may show plenty of her body, just not in the sunlight, but in the
end, perception is what counts, not reality.
With this bikini I had on, keeping it in place completely would have
resulted in TOO much of a tan line, such that it might show depending on
what clothes I wear. That, of course, is NOT desirable. Visible tan
lines when you’re suppose to be “decent” just say you wear a conservative
bikini. Thus once I was on my back, I loosened the ties and let the
strings full to the side, leaving my back bare. My bottoms were pretty
narrow in the back – it was the front area that they were covering a
larger area, so left it as it was since most of it was between my ass
cheeks anyway. Indeed, from a distance I suppose somebody would have to
look close to realize I wasn't bare-bottomed.
Kristi, as usual, wasn't quite as concerned about neighborhood decorum.
Not only did she loosen up her top, but the bottom as well, leaving her
essentially lying nude on her stomach with her bikini underneath her.
God she looked hot! I loved the feel of her tight little ass and her
long thin legs were shaved smooth and glistened in the warm, sunlight.
“Need some lotion?” Kristi said, looking over at me.
Now if there was ever a cliché’ line, that had to be it. Almost as bad
as “Gee, it’s hot in here, isn’t it?” Then again, I wasn't complaining.
Kristi sat up, her bikini top hanging from her neck loosely, barely
covering her nipples – although for the life of me I didn’t understand
how it even managed to do that. It was like there was two-sided tape or
something keeping it from moving totally off her boobs. Her bottoms feel
away but she was kneeling besides me so it wasn't like she was showing
off her shaved pussy to anyone. It was ever-so-tempting to reach out
between her legs and touch that cute little thing but I just laid there,
waiting for the feel of her hands on me.
The suntan oil felt a little cold at first on y sun-warmed skin but it
quickly warmed as she spread it all over me. I moved my legs apart to
allow her to get between them and she didn’t waste the opportunity to
reach right up to my crotch where she moved my bikini out of the way and
oiled my pussy. I couldn’t help but jump a little as her oiled finger
easily slid into me.
“Kristi...,” I warned her, trying to remind her where we were.
“Oh you can be such a fuddy dud sometimes Kelly,” she mocked me, pushing
another finger in me as if to prove to me she didn’t care WHERE we were
at all. “Don't EVEN try to tell me you don't like it.”
Well, she had me there. Even though nobody was around, having my cousin
fucking my pussy with her slippery fingers DID feel naughty and nice.
With her other hand she massaged my butt, rubbing the oil between my ass
cheeks and all over me from there.
“God you’re such a slut,” I sighed, trying to pretend to be exasperated
at her continuing efforts.
“Hey, who’s the slut here? I’m not the one laying out in public all but
naked getting my cunt fingered!” she came back at me.
I guess I could have reminded her that while I may be laying down all but
nude, it was her that sitting up all but naked with her boobs clearly
showing underneath the all but invisible bikini top. There was also the
point that while I may be getting my pussy fingered, whose fingers were
doing the fingering? Then again, why bother arguing?
“God that feels good,” I moaned softly, closing my eyes as I just laid
there enjoying Kristi’s touch.
My cousin had one finger in me with another outside, rubbing up and down
my pussy slit, hitting my clit each time as she moved her hand in and out
of my crotch. The oil made everything so slick, it felt great! I
noticed her one had had stopped fondling my ass and I opened my eyes just
enough to see what she was doing. Sure enough, she had moved her hand to
between her own legs where she was working her own pussy as she did mine.
Damn, Kristi was really horny today! OF course, so what was new about
that?
“Ohhhhhh, just like that, I sighed as she touched me right where it felt
the best. It was like the sun had just gone nova or something as I
started to feel hot all over, even inside of me. Kristi was fingering me
non-stop, relentlessly pushing me over the edge.
“Oh god... YES!” I moaned as my hips arched upward and into her hand.
God, it felt incredible as I came.
Kristi pushed a second finger into me again, fucking me hard with her
hand as she giggled. It was like she thought it was funny that she could
drive me this would so fast. Well, if there was one girl who knew what
it took to set me off, it was my cousin.
As I peaked and then slowly came down from my high, Kristi kept her
fingers in me, just holding them inside of me the way a guy would keep
his dick in me after cumming inside of me. She laid down next to me, her
arm over my thigh as she kept her hand in place.
“You like my fingers in you Kelly?” she whispered to me softly,
seductively.
Well duh! Did I really have to answer that? I just sighed and opened my
eyes to look into hers, smiling at her as my body tingled all over from
the residuals of my orgasm.
“Imagine if Grandma could see us now?” she teased me, giggling again like
a little schoolgirl.
“Yeah right, like THAT would go over like a ton of bricks,” I sighed, not
even able to work up a decent answer as I just laid there and felt her
fingers twitching inside of me.
I suppose I would have returned the favor given a little more time to
soak in the final few pleasurable moments I was having but it was then I
heard a door opening from the house next door. Thankfully Kristi has
enough sense to pull her hand from my pussy – as much as I would have
loved for her to keep it there. We both laid there on our stomachs, just
inches apart, essentially nude although all anyone would have seen
looking at us were our bare butts and it’s not like there would have been
hidden much more had we had our thong bottoms on.
“It’s their daughter.” Kristi informed me, her head turned to the side so
she could see who was coming out of the house. She was blocking my view
so unless I picked myself up I had to depend on Kristi to keep me
informed.
“Wow, she’s certainly grown up,” Kristi said in a sultry voice, “She must
be what, eighteen now?”
The couple next to us (the ones with the pool) had only one daughter.
The last time I had seen her was years ago when she was probably still in
grade school. Grandma had mentioned something her graduating this year
so I guess that would make her seventeen or eighteen.
“What’s she doing?” I asked, curious now as to what was happening.
“She’s in her bikini – not bad by the way. Fuckin’ hot actually. Looks
like she’s going swimming.”
With my curiosity now overwhelming me, I picked my head up enough to see
over Kristi’s head. Damn, she wasn't kidding. That little girl next
door was HOT! A dark brunette, she wasn't tanned at all yet and was
wearing a skimpy white bikini that showed off her body without being TOO
revealing. I suppose later when she had more of a tan the white color
would make for a nice contrast but for now it only emphasized her pale
skin. Not that it looked bad, mind you. She never looked our way once.
If she HAD noticed the two of us, she was doing a damn fine job of
pretending she hadn’t.
Both Kristi and watched (stared may be a better description) as the
teenager opened up the gate to the pool, climbed up the steps and started
working on removing the solar cover. Both of us sucked in our breath
when she leaned over without bending her legs, showing off her incredible
ass as the bikini pulled up tight between her butt cheeks. She wasn't
wearing a thong but the bottoms she had on still left very little to the
imagination. She just pulled the cover to one side, not getting it
completely off the pool as it appeared to be rather heavy and cumbersome.
Then without further ado she jumped in and for a moment I thought of how
cold the water had to be and was waiting for the inevitable gasp; but
evidently the solar cover had done a better job than I’d anticipated as
not a sound came from the pool.
Instead, what surprised me was to see first the top, then the bottom of
her bikini being tossed onto the walkway around the pool. Damn, our sexy
neighbor was skinny dipping! You really couldn't see her because the
water level was below the walkway and thus unless you were right next to
the pool it virtually otherwise impossible to see anything in the water.
It was sort of cool in that I hadn’t realized before now that even though
it was out in the open, the pool was actually quite private so long as
you stayed below or just barely on top of the water.
“Do you think she noticed we were out here?” Kristi whispered to me.
I shook my head together with a barely audible grunt that was meant to
convey that I didn’t think she had, not with the two of us laying on the
ground and the manner in which she had walked straight out of the house
to the pool without even looking our way. I imagine knowing it was just
my grandmother next door, she didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to the
goings on in her neighbor’s back yard. Actually, if I’d been in her
place I probably would’ve done the same. After all, even if someone WAS
looking it would be just be an old grandmother who probably would have
disapproved of my bikini so why give her the satisfaction of seeing her
looking at me that way?
“Hey, what do you say we join her?” Kristi suggested.
I gave it a thought before I answered. After all, it wouldn't be like we
would be pursuing some kid as the girl WAS eighteen, or least close to it
if not maybe even older. In addition, there was no sign that anyone else
was home next door. The garage door was open and there was no car in it
or parked on the driveway.
“C’mon! Let’s do it!” Kristi urged me as she tied up her bikini and
gathered up her towel.
Oh what the heck, why not? I quickly tied and adjusted my bikini,
grabbed my own towel, and walked quickly to catch up with her. As we
approached the pool I had to wonder how the girl might react to having
two strangers suddenly pop in on her while she was swimming naked!
As it turned out, she wasn't SWIMMING naked, but she WAS indeed nude.
When we got to the edge of the pool, I could peek through the fencing
around it and see that she was lying on her stomach on an air mattress
towards the opposite side. Her head was turned to the side, facing away
from us, and she was laying there motionless, almost as if she was
sleeping. With the blazing hot sun and her pale skin, I hoped that she
had on some pretty good SPF sunscreen or she’d be paying for this later!
Kristi, ever the more outward one, didn't hesitate. She climbed the
steps and stood at the top, grinning back at me as if pleased with
herself that she was the first to be there. Then she turned back to the
pool.
“H!” she called out to the girl, “My name’s Kristi and this is my cousin
Kelly. We’re visiting our grandmother next door.”
The poor girl must have either been asleep or pretty well out of it as at
the sound of Kristi’s voice her head popped up and she twisted so quickly
that she fell off the air mattress and into the water. Gathering her
senses as she stood up in the pool, she quickly got behind the mattress,
using it to shield her nudity from whatever intruders were there. Her
eyes were about popping out of her head as she looked at Kristi, then me,
and back to Kristi again, a picture of uncertainty painted on her face.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, can we join you?” Kristi went on, as if
nothing had happened.
The girl just stared at us, as if too frightened to reply. I don't think
she still had quite figured out who it was that was violating her
privacy. Well, if she was surprised at our entrance, imagine her
surprise when Kristi simply stripped off her bikini and jumped in.
Figuring that nothing much I did now would make a difference, I quickly
undid mine and joined them.
So much for the efficiency of solar covers! Damn the water was COLD! I
could feel my nipples instantly harden and goose bumps raised all over me
as the initial shock sank in. It wasn’t really THAT bad, but colder than
I had anticipated so that made it seem worse than it was at first. By
the time I’d gathered my wits and cleared the heavily chlorinated water
from my burning eyes, I saw Kristi had already made her way over to the
air mattress on the opposite side from the girl who was still staring at
us, speechless.
“...and this is Kelly my older cousin,” Kristi was saying, evidently
introducing us. She turned to me and motioned for me to join them “Hey
Kelly, get over here. This is Jordan.”
I moved in next to Kristi and nodded to Jordan, trying to smile
disarmingly. “Hope we didn’t scare you too badly,” I apologized, “Kristi
here can be a bit free-spirited some times, in case you haven’t already
figured that out.”
Jordan just smiled half-heartedly, not moving away from the air mattress
as if she didn’t want us to see her naked body. Kristi, (surprise,
surprise), broached the subject immediately.
“This pool is so cool... I bet you skinny dip a lot in it, don't you,”
she went on, “Do your parents know you do this?”
Jordan looked at her like she couldn’t believe Kristi could even THINK
that way, let alone ask.
“Oh no! Never!” she said, really the first words she had spoken until
now. “I mean, it’s not like I do this all the time. Actually, I never
do it. I was just feeling... I don't know... like being silly today.”
Kristi pushed away from the air mattress, floating on her back with her
arms stretched out to her side. Her perky boobs surfaced above the water
like two beautiful mountain peaks. Jordan remained still, as if
uncertain as to what she should do or say next.
“Like I started to say, you have to forgive Kristi, she’s not exactly shy
about showing herself off as you can see.”
“Well yeah... I see that,“ Jordan replied, “Guess you’re not so shy
yourself.”
I shrugged, as if it was nothing that unusual. “Well, it’s not like
we’re at a public pool and after all, YOU were the one to get undressed
first.”
“Yeah BUT I had no idea you two were even around!” she protested. “This
is just so weird.”
Something told me that Jordan wasn’t going to react to the situation the
way Kristi had hoped (and to some extent, I have to admit I was
fantasizing a bit too about the possibilities).
“Well then Jordan, would you feel better if we all put our bikinis back
on?” I asked her. Jordan’s face brightened and she looked relieved at my
suggestions. She nodded her head vigorously at my suggestion.
Besides being naked with a new girl, I was rather enjoying the way the
cool water felt against me now that I had gotten accustomed to it. Oh
well, no sense pushing it so I swam over to Kristi and explained the
situation. She reacted exactly as I would have predicted - huffed and
raised her eyebrows, rolling her eyes and behaving like a general spoiled
brat but in the end, she snatched her bikini and reluctantly put it back
on as Jordan and myself did the same with ours
“There, this better?” I asked Jordan, who was now sitting on the pool
edge with her legs dangling in the water as she adjusted her ample boobs
within her bikini top.
She smiled and for the next hour or so we just talked and mostly sat
around the pool. Although the water wasn't nearly as cold as it had
seemed when I first jumped in, it was still chilly enough to soak in
after a while and the hot sun felt so much better anyway. I learned that
Jordan was indeed graduating from high school in a couple of weeks (her
18th birthday had been just a couple of days after my 24th birthday) and
planning on heading off to college in the fall. She hadn’t decided on a
major yet but she mentioned that she was interested in teaching, which
immediately perked my ears and I told her about my experiences.
Kristi, meantime, was totally bored as Jordan and I did pretty much all
the talking. She was squirming around like a kid with ADD but I knew the
real problem – she was horny as hell. No doubt she had hoped things
would turn out differently with Jordan and now her built up lust was
being put on hold and if there was one thing Kristi sorely lacked, it was
patience. especially when it came to sex.
Had we been alone I had no doubt that she would be doing herself right
now but surprisingly, Kristi was being polite enough to respect our new
friend’s modesty. Not that she was being an angel – that would have been
too much to expect from her at any time. Indeed, she still managed to
sneak in a few feels now and then between her legs and she seemed to be
having problems getting her boobs to fit in just right in her bikini top
from the way she kept reaching in and adjusting them. Jordan seemed
pretty naïve and so I doubt that she noticed Kristi’s signals but I
certainly did! Look out - something told me when we got back inside she
was going to be utterly insatiable!
Just as I figured it was about time for us to go, a car pulled up the
blacktop driveway.
“That’s my parents,” Jordan declared when she saw who it was.
Sure enough, a black BMW stopped at the end of the driveway, just in
front of the garage. Her parents emerged, looking like your typical baby
boomer couple. Hmmmmmm, Jordan’s dad wasn't all that bad, maybe a few
years younger than my dad. She had mentioned something about him
coaching a high school athletic team but I hadn’t quite made out which
sport it was in – can’t say I was listening all that much at the time.
Her mom reminded me a lot of my Aunt Linda, wearing a nice set of capris
with a loose blouse and sneakers. She had a nice figure and a great set
of boobs leaving no doubt where Jordan had inherited her handsome chest
from!
“Hi dad!” Jordan called out.
Her mom was already almost in the house as her dad unloaded some bags
from the back seat from what looked to have been a trip to the grocery
store. He just waved without really looking and then followed her mom
into the house. A couple of minutes later he emerged once again and made
his way over to the pool. He started to say something to Jordan when I
think for the first time he realized she wasn't alone.
“Well hello, I didn’t know Jordan was having friends over,” he said, his
eyes giving me and Kristi a once-over.
I couldn't help by smile to myself as I noticed that he spent a little
more time on Kristi, but what else was new? Kristi had that natural-
borne ”come fuck me” look that always made men melt. I’d become
accustomed to the fact that men always paid her the most attention when
we were together – not that I was happy about it though.
Jordan explained to her dad who we were and then he seemed to remember
us. It wasn’t like we visited here all that much and even when we did,
it wasn’t unusual for us not to even see my grandmother’s neighbors so it
didn’t surprise me that he didn’t recall us at first.
“hey dad, hope you don't mind, but the three of us were swimming naked in
your pool while you were gone,” Kristi announced with a naughty grin.
Well, I thought Jordan was going to melt away into the water! Her face
turned red as a beet and she stared at Kristi as if she had just turned
over her private diary to her dad.
“Oh really? Is that so” her dad chuckled although he was clearly a
little uncomfortable with the “news”.
At the same time there was something in his voice and the way he looked
at me and Kristi that told me he wouldn’t have minded being around back
then either.
“Yeah, you see, Jordan was swimming naked so we just joined in... would
you like to join us?” Kristi went on.
Oh my, she was in top form today, that was for sure. I had no doubts
that she knew exactly what she was doing, teasing the poor guy and
embarrassing Jordan along the way. But that was Kristi for you, what can
I say? Always pushing the line...
“Ummmmm, I think I'll take a rain-check on that today. Besides, the
water must be freezing still, isn’t it?”
For a moment I couldn't help but think to myself that he might be better
off IN the freezing water as it might help him deal with a growing bulge
in his pants. From her angle, Jordan couldn’t see her father’s
involuntary reaction to Kristi’s teasing but Kristi and I certainly did.
For a slut like Kristi, it was like waving a red cape in front of a horny
bull, well so to speak.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cold alright. See what it did to me?” she said,
acting as though it was an innocent remark but the way she pulled her
bikini top tight against her boobs, emphasizing her hardened nipples
poking through, was no joke to Jordan’s dad!
She was pulling it up by the strings, revealing the start of the swelling
of the underside of her boobs in process. If she pulled just a little
harder it might pop off entirely!
Well, it was almost a little embarrassing, even for me, at this point.
Kristi had never met this guy so far as I knew and she had no idea what
he was like or what things he was into. Just because he had a hot
daughter didn’t mean he was going to react the way Kristi obviously was
trying to get him react. Plus, from Jordan’s “deer-in-the-headlights”
reaction it was obvious there was nothing going on between the two of
them, not that I’d expected anything in the first place given the way she
was so cautious about showing herself even when her dad wasn't home.
“Honey! I thought you were going to help me put this stuff away?”
Jordan’s mom called out from the house.
Jordan’s dad seemed almost relieved to have an excuse to get away from us
– or to be more precise, from Kristi’s taunts. He waved a feeble goodbye
and went back to the house. Poor guy; I wondered if his wife would
notice anything – and if she had any idea why he was behaving as he was?
I didn’t think she even knew Kristi and I were in the pool, and no doubt
her dad would love to keep it that way!
“Well, I guess I’d better go in now,” Jordan said apologetically.
Jordan’s face was still a bit flushed and no doubt she must have thought
the two of us were the worst sluts she’d ever met – and she didn’t even
really know us yet! Kristi and I said our goodbyes and headed back to my
grandmother’s house.
“Crap! I’m SO fucking horny I can’t stand it!” Kristi gasped as we
approached my grandmother’s deck, “Mmmmmmm, did you see the arms on her
dad – not to mention what was growing below the belt..., I just wish he
would’ve joined us in the pool.”
“Good grief Kristi, did you really have to be THAT naughty?” I couldn't
help but blurt out in return, “You know, I think you really embarrassed
Jordan.”
Kristi just grinned at me as we stepped onto the deck, still dripping a
little water. “It’s what I do,” she declared in a firm voice with her
arms folded and nose up in the air all melodramatic.
We both cracked up at that and finished drying ourselves off before going
into the house. The air-conditioning struck me like a wall of cold air
as we stepped in, bringing back the goose bumps once again – not to
mention reinvigorating our nipples. As we made our way to the bedroom,
our grandma met us as we passed through the kitchen.
“Humph! I certainly hope the neighbors didn’t see you two dressed like
THAT!” she grumbled.
I could tell that Kristi was about to tell her about Jordan and her dad
so I elbowed her in the side. Thankfully, she took the hint and left the
subject alone. Sometimes it’s better to just not respond or volunteer
information unnecessarily.
“God I can’t even believe this!” Kristi whined as I shut the door behind
us in the bedroom.
In a flash her bikini was off and my cousin flopped naked onto the bed,
laying on her back with her knees spread apart and her left hand firmly
planted on her horny crotch. “Damn, I need to be FUCKED so bad!”
I had my bikini off by now as well and joined her nude on the bed. As
Kristi laid on her back, I nuzzled up to her right side, laying up close
next to her with my right leg draped over hers, allowing my still damp
pussy to press up against her hip. Without saying another word I ran my
hand slowly over her nude body, feeling the silky softness of her skin.
When my hand was on her boobs, I squeezed her perky breasts as she gasped
with delight.
“Mmmmmmm, that feels good... Damn Kelly, didn’t you just want to jump
Jordan?” she sighed as she slowly masturbated, “God she was hot... I
wonder if she likes girls? Did you find out”
While I hadn’t actually come right out and asked, judging from the way
Jordan had reacted to us I had my doubts about her being bi-sexual, let
alone a lesbian, but why burst Kristi’s fantasy bubble at this moment?
She was horny, heck, I was horny too, so why not go with it?
“I bet you wanted to taste her sweet pussy... didn’t you?” I teased her
as I rubbed my hand over her boobs, paying special attention to each
nipple.
“Oh god yes... I bet her cunt tastes so good! You wanted her too, didn’t
you!”
Indeed I did but for now I was more interested in my hot cousin. “Then
have her lick you... can you feel Jordan’s tongue on you?” I whispered
lustfully in her ear.
“Fuck oh fuck me, I wanted her to lick me SO bad!” Kristi moaned as her
hand pressed tightly between her smooth legs.
Taking my cue, I moved around the bed until I was in between her legs,
lowering my head down as I put my face between her legs. The scent of
her pussy was strong and I loved the way it filled my nose.
“Like this?” I asked gently as I started to slowly lick her pussy,
running my outstretched tongue between her shaved pussy lips and then
sucking on her hardened, ultra-sensitive clit.
“Oh yeah... just like that... just like that... I want to feel her tongue
inside of me,” Kristi groaned.
Kristi had her own finger still buried in her pussy as my tongue reached
down to lick it as she thrust it in and out of her pussy like a miniature
dick.
“I bet you’d have loved to have her dad’s dick in you while she licked
your pussy by the pool... wouldn’t you?” I went on, pushing her fantasy
along.
“Damn it, you know I wanted it so bad!” she gasped, “tasting her dad’s
dick after it’s been in me... then having him fuck her after me...
fucking his hot daughter.”
“Oh yes... you’d love that, wouldn't you Kristi? You’re such a nasty
fucking whore... you’d love to taste his fresh cum as it drains from his
daughter’s freshly fucked cunt.”
Kristi loved it when I talked dirty to her so as I got more turned on
myself, my language generally would deteriorate along with it. As a
professional whore, Kristi no doubt had heard it all – and then some, but
I liked to think it meant something special to her when her older cousin
said it.
“Fuck yeah, have him fuck me again after he fucks her... Oh god I want to
cum with his dick in me as she licks me!” Kristi cried out softly.
My naughty cousin was writhing with pleasure under me now, her middle
finger fucking her pussy as fast she could while I did my utmost to keep
my tongue on her moving clit. Kristi’s other hand was massaging her
boobs as her hips thrust up against my face, her orgasm now starting to
come into play.
“Fuck me... oh god fuck me harder... fuck me harder... harder...” she
moaned.
I wasn't really sure WHO she was talking to at that moment. Was it me or
was it her imaginary neighbor lover – or maybe even his daughter?
Whoever it was, she was loving it!
“OH GOD!” she groaned, almost grimacing as she concentrated on the
incredible orgasm that had been waiting to emerge all afternoon.
Suddenly her hips lifted almost a foot off the bed, holding it there for
just a moment, and then she crashed back on the bed, her legs splayed out
and her hands to her side, almost like shed just died!
“Kristi?” I whispered, looking up her torso at her face between her
boobs, “You OK?”
“Oh god... I needed that soooooo bad,” she groaned, not moving a muscle
as she did.
Well, that was all well and good – for HER, but what about me? Like, she
wasn't the only girl in the room that was horny as hell. OK, so maybe I
wasn't the basket case she’d been but a girl still has needs. Hmmmmmm...
where was my dad when I needed him? Kristi was passed out so I wrapped a
towel around me and went to find him.
It was just my luck that when I finally did find my dad, he was with Aunt
Linda. Then again, I WAS lucky after all as you can probably imagine...
Chapter 5 – Going to Church as a Family
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My grandmother always went to church on Sunday – not an issue with me at
all since I was raised that way as well and still do whenever possible.
I can’t say it’s because she is particularly religious as I suspect she
goes more because of her reputation and community standing than anything
else. As such, it was surprising that the church she switched to was the
one practically in her backyard. A short walk apparently trumped any
denominational concerns she might have had.
I woke up on Sunday morning and for the first time it occurred to me that
even though I was with my dad, it didn’t look good for our Sunday morning
“tradition”. It had started years ago, not long after we first started
having sex in fact. He would fuck me just as we were ready to go to
church, leaving me with a load of his cum fresh and warm as I sat in the
pew next to him. besides the residual feelings of my freshly fucked
pussy, it always felt just a little bit naughty to be sitting in a church
pew in the middle of a service with cum leaking from my pussy – and my
father’s to boot!
There was something about having sex in church that always turned me on,
maybe the taboo nature I suspect. Many times I’d slipped from the
service and done it with a boyfriend or even my cousin Rick on occasion
in the basement or some out of the way place in the church, returning to
the sanctuary with a freshly fucked pussy to tingle away for the
remainder of the service.
With just one bathroom in the house, you can imagine how it was for four
women to get ready for church! I ended up putting my makeup and doing
most of my hair in the bedroom while my aunt in particular hogged the
bathroom. It didn't take long to get dressed, just a simple khaki skirt
with a white blouse.
For a moment I debated whether to leave the panties at home but the skirt
was short enough that if I should sit down somewhere where someone could
look straight at me it would be hard not for them to notice so I
reluctantly put on a pair. As for a bra, that wasn’t negotiable, no
matter how conservative the church may be. It was simple too hot out to
wear one and I wasn't going to fuss with it just to please some old
ladies who might get upset at little nipple protrusion.
Thus I was ready to go maybe a half-hour before the service and stepped
out into the family room to find just my dad and Kristi. Apparently my
aunt and grandmother were somehow squeezing into the bathroom together
now. Pretty tight quarters!
Kristi was wearing a cute little summer jumper, surprisingly conservative
for her. She was wearing a bra but I would have been stunned if she had.
Her perky boobs didn’t sag an inch so it didn't make much difference
other than her nipples popped through a bit without one. All the bras
I’d seen her wear were for show, not support or modesty.
Although I couldn't see and she wasn't showing me, I assumed she had on a
thong, her underwear of choice. Her bare legs were already tanning and
looked great without any hose, together with a pair of white heels that
had maybe two or three inch heels at most. Anyone seeing her for the
first time would have pegged her at most as maybe 18, maybe even younger.
When most people find out she is actually 22, it often takes a driver’s
license to prove otherwise to them!
My dad, as always, was in his suit. As warm as it was suppose to be
today, I knew he would never go to church without his coat and tie. He
looked pretty sharp as well and my pussy twinged just a little as I was
reminded of what I was missing. Actually, our “tradition” was more for
him than me. Usually it was the quickest fuck of the week for me as I
normally didn't arrive at his house until the last minute so we would
just get to it and I worked to get him off as fast as possible so we
could get to church on time. I knew it meant a lot for him, especially
recently since it seemed the two of us weren’t having sex nearly as often
as we use to.
Aunt Linda was seeing to his needs pretty well at the moment and so I had
stepped aside, knowing he needed this sort of mature relationship if he
was going to recover from my mother’s untimely death, at least as much as
one CAN recover.
As for me, I got laid enough by other guys to where I didn’t NEED him to
fuck me on Sunday mornings. It was more the pleasure I got from making
him happy, and the naughty feelings generated when I sat in church
afterwards, that made it desirable for me. Actually, I guess you could
say that was primarily why I had sex with my dad period nowadays – to be
a good daughter to him and make him happy. Of course I loved it when he
would join himself with me, especially when he came inside of me, but I
didn't need to have sex with him to know he loved me. So long as he
needed me, though, I would always be there to satisfy his needs and
desires, in any way I could.
If there is one record I am most proud of, it is that I have NEVER said
no to my dad – ever! Of course, it helps when your father loves you and
respects you enough to never ask anything of his daughter that he knows
she doesn't like or isn’t prepared for. Hmmm, I guess it’s like a real-
life interpretation of a biblical message there – in that God never puts
us in a situation we can’t bear. Not that my dad is God or I have my
theology screwed up, I’m just trying to illustrate a point.
I was about to take a seat and wait with them when my dad got up and
whispered something to Kristi. She giggled and then looked at me with
that devilish little smile she gets whenever she knows a secret – and I
don’t.
My dad motioned for me to follow him and headed back to the hallway. I
looked at Kristi again who just grinned all the more and then turned to
follow my dad. He ducked into his spare bedroom and motioned for me to
get inside. The bathroom was just across the hallway, maybe a little bit
offset, but still only a few feet away from the bedroom door. No sooner
than I was in the room than he closed the door as silently as possible.
None of the bedroom doors in the house had locks, something I’d never
really thought about before.
My dad took a couple of steps in and turned to face me. Then, with a
boyish grin he unzipped his pants and to my surprise, he reached in and
pulled out his dick through the zipper opening! Putting his finger to
his lips to keep me from saying anything out loud, he pointed to my mouth
and then to his dick, as if I needed to be told what he was expecting me
to do.
Indeed, with the thin doors and deathly silence, it wouldn't take much to
be overheard by anyone who happened to be in the hallway at the time. It
made me feel good to know that he recognized I loved and respected him
enough as my father that he didn’t have to ASK me to suck his dick, all
he had to do was tell me and I would do anything he wanted – anything.
Of course, such unconditional love and submission was founded on his own
love and respect for ME. I knew that he would never ask me to do
anything that would degrade me or make me feel bad. It was an outward
sign of our mutual love that such a mature and intimate relationship
could exist between us.
Reaching down, I hitched up my skirt a little bit to make it easier to
kneel and “assumed the position”, so to speak. Anyone watching would
have recognized immediately what was happening – the girl on her knees in
front of guy, grabbing his hardening dick with one hand while she sucks
away like a kid with a popsicle on a hot summer day.
“Mmmmmmm,” he couldn't help himself from letting out.
I was sure he would have loved to have said a LOT more, but he was
fighting his instincts and trying to maintain order. Although I’m sure
even if my grandmother should happen to step in that she would have
excused herself and pretended not to have seen us, there was no sense in
making her any more uncomfortable than necessary.
As soon as he was good and hard, I wasted no time putting my dad’s fine
erection to work. Standing up once again, I leaned over the edge of the
bed and reached back to pull my panties over and to the side, exposing my
warm pussy to him with a nice rear view angle. We’d done this so many
times that words weren’t necessary. He quickly moved in between my legs
and rubbed the head of his stiff dick against my smooth butt and then
worked his way down until it was positioned right at the entrance to my
pussy hole. I was practically shivering with anticipation as I felt it
nudging my pussy hole, teasing me a little as he rubbed it against me.
“C’mon daddy... fuck me!” I whispered sharply over my shoulder, trying to
pretend I was mad at him for holding back.
He just grinned all the more and then I felt the pressure against me as
he pushed his dick against my pussy hole, forcing it to spread open for
him and allow his dick to penetrate me.
“Oh yeah...!” he groaned softly as I felt him thrusting himself into me,
pushing in a little deeper each time until he was finally buried in my
pussy, his coarse pubic hair tickling my ass like a hair brush as he
rotated his hips, literally “screwing” me with his dick. I pushed my
butt back against him, trying to get him as deep into me as possible.
“Fuck me daddy...fuck me... oh please fuck me more daddy! Show me how
much you love me daddy!” I begged him softly, closing my eyes so I could
fully concentrate on the intense feelings of pleasure emanating from my
crotch as my father drilled me with his incestuous cock.
Holding myself up with one hand, I reached underneath me and rubbed my
clit, feeling his wet dick sliding in and out of me against my
fingertips. My boobs were rocking back and forth under my blouse, my
nipples rubbing up against the texture of the material, making them
stiffen which only heightened my pleasure.
“Almost there baby... almost there” he whispered sharply, his thrusts
becoming more erratic and sharper, “Don't worry, I’m going to give it all
to you.”
“Oh yeah... cum in me daddy, give me your love,” I pleaded.
Even though I knew without a doubt that he would, for some reason I
always felt as if I needed to ask, just in case he might forget that one
time. Sure there were times, especially if I was just sucking him off,
that he would cum in my mouth, but otherwise I fully expected him to
explode INSIDE of me, nowhere else. No matter how many times he already
had, it was always special to me, always an honor for me to accept his
gift to me, a physical sign of his parental love for his daughter.
“That’s it daddy, keep cumming in me!” I exclaiming a little louder this
time as I felt his dick explode and shoot its first load inside of me.
Oh yes, my daddy was cumming in me! It was an incredible sensation, like
nothing else in the world. My father was mating me! My god, how much
must he love me to do such a thing?
As good as it felt to feel the warm bloom of heat within me that
accompanied his release, it meant so much more to me than just the
physical pleasure it gave me. This wasn't just some horny guy getting
his rocks off. It wasn't some cheating husband giving me what rightfully
belonged to his wife. No this was something only one man in the world
could give me – the feeling and knowledge that my father was cumming
inside of me.
It made me feel proud that as his daughter, I could create this lust
within him, that I could drive him to an orgasm simply by allowing his
dick to fuck me. What an incredible compliment it was that he even found
me sexy enough to WANT to fuck me in the first place. There was a look
in his eyes when he fucked me that I never saw at any other time, not
even when he was with my mom. I can only explain that it was a look
reserved for one person – his daughter. Just seeing his face and that
expression was enough to make me almost melt!
“Stay in me a minute daddy... stay in me,” I gasped as his orgasm
concluded. I wanted this moment to last forever.
My dad leaned forward, reaching around me and cupping my bosom with his
hands as he left his dick inside of me, not moving it at all and just
letting me feel the pulsing of his racing heartbeat as it slowly dwindled
inside of me.
“I love you Kelly,” he whispered in my ear.
As if to emphasize the point, his dick twitched in me, almost as if it
had a mind of his own. I was so sensitive inside that the slightest
movement of his cock was enough to send shivers up and down my spine!
God it felt so good to just be here like this, his fresh cum in me with
his dick still inside of me, holding me and grabbing my breasts with his
strong hands. We could have stayed joined together like this all night
if I had any say in the matter.
Unfortunately, THAT wasn't going to happen as he pulled out of me slowly,
as if his dick was reluctant to leave the warm wet home it had been
welcomed into. My pussy suddenly felt so... well it felt so EMPTY. Is
all I can explain it as. It was like a part of me was missing, as if I
was no longer whole. I reached down and felt his slippery cum dripping
out of me. Mmmmmmm, it tasted wonderful as I put my cum-covered finger
in my mouth. Mixed together with my pussy juices, it mad for quite the
pleasant dessert!
“We’d better get going or we’ll be late,” my dad said as he zipped
himself up and straightened up his pants and shirt.
“You people ready to go yet?” my grandmother called out as she suddenly
made an appearance.
Although I doubt she would have never admitted it, she HAD to have been
listening or how else could she have timed her entrance so well? I had
just barely positioned my panties back in place and dropped my skirt when
she marched through the room to the outside door, grabbing her purse on a
table on the way.
Kristi was waiting on the back porch. I am not going to speculate what
she had been doing other than to say she seemed startled by our
appearance and was straightening out the bottom of her jumper. Her face
looked flushed and I doubted it had anything to do with her makeup!
“Well, did you get yourself off?” I teased her in a low voice as we
walked together towards the church. She just elbowed me and gave me a
sharp look and then broke into a grin.
“Well, you were hogging you dad so I had to make do,” she said with an
innocent smile, as if it was the natural response in such a situation.
Then again, for her it was! No doubt I’d of been doing the same thing
had our roles been reversed.
Aunt Linda caught up to us as we crossed the back end of the yard and
entered onto the church property. Sheesh, I’d almost forgotten about
her! I guess she must have had to wait until my grandmother had done her
thing and was even now trying to put the last touches to her lipstick as
we made our way the last few yards to the church rear entrance.
My dad opened the door for us where we were then greeted by the typical
couple wearing “Welcome” name tags. As I shook their hands and my
grandmother introduced us, I felt my pussy twinge a bit. Damn, it had
only been a few minutes since my dad had fucked me and it was a long ways
from calming down. I must have jumped more than I thought as the women
whose hand I was shaking asked me if I was OK. I just smiled sweetly and
told her I was just fine, probably a chill from the air-conditioning.
“Yes, it IS a bit chilly this morning. They always seem to keep the air-
conditioning so low here,” the woman replied conversationally.
Then I noticed her eyes glancing at my boobs where my nipples were poking
through like little headlights. If only she knew WHY – and that it had
nothing to do with the air- conditioning. He smile became a little more
forced but she kept on as if she hadn’t noticed anything.
As we made our way to the sanctuary, I couldn't help but notice we were
getting more than our fair share of looks from the guys – of all ages.
Between the three of us I guess we made a pretty good sight, especially
considering how conservative the majority of these women dressed. Heck,
I could have made THREE skirts out of the material most of them had for
one!
Kristi wasn’t helping matters, doing her “slut walk” where she walked
slowly, placing each foot in front of the other, emphasizing her hips
just the right amount as she literally glided across the floor. My Aunt
Linda was the perfect MILF, attracting the eye of every guy we passed,
almost as much as her daughter. I followed closely behind them, letting
them run the gauntlet ahead of me.
Once in the sanctuary, my grandmother went in first, followed by my
father, then me, Kristi, and finally flanked by Aunt Linda who took the
aisle seat. As I sat there reading the order of worship, my eyes glazed
over and all I could think about was how good it had felt to be fucked
just ten minutes ago by my dad. Damn, my pussy was still on fire! I
hadn’t cum yet and it was letting me know it in no uncertain terms.
Indeed, I was squirming in my seat like an eight year old boy wearing
shoes that were too tight.
“Didn’t cum, did you?” Kristi whispered in my ear.
The damn tease, she knew how to push my buttons, that was for sure. This
time it was my turn to needle her side with my sharp elbow! She deserved
every poke!
Damn her! It took every bit of willpower I had not to reach down to my
crotch and just put some pressure on my clit, ANYTHING to relieve the
incredible itch of horniness between my legs.
The service came and went. I don’t remember hardly anything from it.
The entire time all I could think about was how bad my pussy wanted to be
fucked again, at least TOUCHED! Was that asking too much? Had I been
sitting closer to the aisle where it wouldn't have been so obvious, no
doubt I would have sneaked out and masturbated in the restroom but I
didn't want to make a scene. I crossed my legs and the pressure against
my clit made me want to practically cry out with desire. I could feel
the wetness and no doubt my panties were soaked in the crotch with my
dad’s cum by now.
As we filed out and shook the minister’s hand, Kristi nudged me again as
we left the church and headed back to my grandmother’s house.
“You fuckin’ slut... did you even hear one word of the sermon?” she
teased, “I saw that look on your face, the way you were shifting your
legs back and forth – you were dreaming the while time, weren't you?”
We practically ran back to the house, at least as fast as you can run on
grass in heels. Straight to the bedroom we went and Kristi closed the
door behind us.
“You know, I could smell your horny cunt in church,” she growled at me, a
nasty smile on her face as she quickly stripped out her clothes. I was
getting out of mine just quickly and we both fell onto the bed, nude and
horny.
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Afterwards, as we lay in the bed together, our sweating bodies pressed up
close as she played with my hair and I gently kissed her neck, I couldn't
help but think about how lucky I was to be in the family I had. How many
girls got to be fucked by their own father in the morning and then have a
sexy little cousin all hot and bothered, just waiting to finish her off
afterwards?
Mmmmmmm, maybe this trip wasn't such a bad idea after all!
Chapter 6 – The Long Ride Home
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It had been a long weekend and we all were tired. This time I wanted my
dad that HE would be doing the driving this time. Kristi and I slept
almost the entire way back home, most of it with her laying on the back
seat with her tanned lithe legs curled up under her and her head resting
on my lap.
Once I woke and Kristi was sound asleep. I looked up front and my Aunt
Linda her head on a pillow against the window, sound asleep as well. The
radio was blaring and my dad was engrossed in some talk show as he cursed
every now at some stupid driver. My fingers ran lightly though Kristi’s
dark hair. I have to say, I preferred her as a blonde, the brunette look
seemed to age her a couple of years although it DID make her look more
sophisticated.
I stroked my fingertips down along her side, feeling her through the
light cotton t-shirt she was wearing. It was pulled up at the waist as a
result of how she was positioned, exposing several inches of her midriff,
including her cute little belly button. The denim cutoffs she was
wearing were allowing about half her ass to hang out a she had her lugs
curled up to keep herself on the seat. It was simple too irresistible!
Mmmmmmm, her ass felt so smooth and soft as I played my fingers along the
bare skin exposed by her high-cut shorts. I felt the softness of her
tanned legs, reaching down along the full length of them, from her butt
to her bare feet. She moaned softly in her sleep, shifting her weight
slightly. I wondered if she was dreaming about her lover touching her?
Was it a boy or a girl? With her, it was hard to know for sure.
Pulling my hand back up again, I worked it under her t-shirt, reaching
under I felt the firmness of her beautiful breasts. God, they were
perfect! I cupped one in my hand, squeezing her nipple between two
fingers, pulling on it gently. They may have been just a B cup, but
there wasn't one ounce of silicone in them and they felt so warm and firm
in my hand. I must have fallen asleep with my hand cupping her boob as I
was startled back to the world of the loving by her stirring under me.
“Getting a good feel?” she teased, at the same time not doing anything to
dissuade me.
“As if you don’t like it,” I teased back, giving her boob and extra
squeeze before pulling my hand out from under her t-shirt.
Looking around, I saw we had gotten off the highway and were weaving our
ways through the south side of Pittsburgh, almost home. Soon we turned
into our driveway and then it was over. Indeed, it had been a memorable
memorial weekend!
THE END