Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2010 14:07:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bank Jobs <bankjobs47@yahoo.com>
Subject: De J'Vue

The sexual fantasy of a dad.

I knew my dad was planning to fuck my little sister, all the signs were there.
He was doing everything the same with her as he had done with me.

About a year ago dad caught me masturbating. I was at the point where my cock
was about to explode so that when he walked in even though I stopped jacking
off, my dick kept pulsing. He smiled and said that it was almost big enough that
it looked like I could use two hands on that thing. I was kind of flattered and
at the same time embarrassed that my dad had caught me jerking the rod. However,
over the next couple of days dad kept kidding me about it and soon I decided
what the hell. Besides, during that time he himself admitted his hand was his
best friend.

From that day on he was always making jokes about was I using two hands yet, or
asking did I toss one off last night before going to sleep. He also made
comments about his own sessions, telling me he had blown a load so big he had
needed to take a shower after wards. Or, that last night he had been so excited
that even after he came he was still hard and had to go again. He even had a
name for it calling it a "Back-to-Backer".

And, without my realizing it, I was confirming to him that yes I was doing it
every night. First, I never denied it. And also, when he said something about my
playing with myself I could not help but smile, and he would wink at me. One day
he said that I should try it in the mornings when I first woke up, that it
really got the juices flowing.

That is why when I overheard him asking my kid sister if her hand had been good
to her last night, I knew he was referring to her masturbating.  I knew my 14
year old sister finger fucked herself because the vent in her room is next to
her bed and that vent connects to the one in my room that is also next to my
bed. So many nights I could hear her trying to stifle the noise as she got
closer to a climax, which would cause me to move towards my orgasm since I was
working my dick to her tempo. I even think I know the exact night he caught her
with her hand between her legs because the next morning she was embarrassed to
be around him, and he had a big smile on his face.

I have always been very perceptive so I watched her as she gradually accepted
that he not only knew she was finger friendly, but she was also starting to
respond to his comments and jokes. Just like I had done. One day unbeknown to
them I saw him kiss her middle finger and heard him say how he would give
anything to have his tongue be that finger for just one night.  She smiled.

The first time Dad and I had a sexual encounter I was in the process of whacking
my meat, when he walked in, step out of his boxers, and laid down on the bed
next to me. He said he would race me and he started working his shaft. For a
15-year old I have a good size dick, but my dad's was porn size. It was fat at
the base, came up about 9 inches, and ended slightly curved inward. Plus it was
about two inches thick, and had a head that looked like the top of a microphone.
We were only at if for a minute when he suggested I do him and him me. I liked
it the new way.

After a few nights of stroking each other he suggested we beat each other off in
the middle of the afternoon. It is one thing to lay cock tip to cock tip in the
dark with our foreheads touching as we squeeze cum out of each other. However,
sitting on the couch in broad daylight, hip to hip had a certain nastiness to it
that really got me off. We made a mess. That was when he said, as if it had just
occurred to him, that we should 69. And, in spite of the fact that he slapped
his forehead as if to say what a dummy he was, I got the impression he was
planning it all along. Not that it mattered for that night I discovered my new
favorite thing.


One afternoon I woke up from a nap and as I sat on the couch trying to clear my
head, I noticed my dad and sister in the kitchen. He was pressed-up against her
from behind and from my angle I could see he had the entire length of his
hard-on lined up with the crack of her ass. One hand he had up the inside the
leg of her shorts and he was gently rubbing her stomach and groin, and the other
hand was under her tank top massaging her tit. I could not hear what he was
saying but having been there I just knew.

Most likely he was telling her how soft she was, and how she made him feel
really good, and how he wanted to do something really special with her, that she
would always remember the first time. All the while rubbing her, moving his hips
against her ass. When he had done that to me it had gotten me so hot my dick
ached and it got my mind off of what he was suggesting we do, and onto the
throbbing of my erection. When my sister moaned and pushed her ass back against
his meat I knew she was going to let him fuck her, I had let him.



The night I first took it up the ass I was anxious and very skittish. Dad had
been telling me all afternoon I was getting fuck. Having seen the size of him
organ I was a little worried, but Dad was smart about it. When he came into my
room he took me into the bathroom, had me strip, and got in the shower with me.
He must have used half a bar of soap washing my dick, balls, and ass. He
actually stuck a wash cloth up my ass with a finger and complete cleaned me out.

When we got out of the shower he did not bother to dry me with a towel. Instead
he licked me dry. Seriously, all over: The back of my knees, my hands, neck. He
ended up licking my asshole, cock and balls, and by then I was so hot. He tongue
fucked my asshole and it drove me wild. Then he nibbled on my nipples and
although I felt the head of his cock pushing at my rear entrance, I was so horny
I moaned. And then the pain.

My dad is not a small man, and his dick is not a small dick. It felt like he had
made a fist and rammed it up my ass. And although I tried to fight him, there
was no stopping that monster from going deeper and deeper into me. He had the
leverage, body strength, desire, and there was no denying him. I gritted my
teeth to keep from crying out, and yet tears welled up in my eyes. I hung on to
his neck for dear life as he plowed into me over and over. In reality the 9
incher drove into me a millimeter at a time, but in my mind it was like a huge
concrete pillar being pounded into the ground foot by foot. And then something
really weird happened. I not only started getting hard, I felt my orgasm
building. It was only a minute or two later that I distinctly heard my dad say
"come with me". I did.

I once read a moth can spot light from over a mile away, and is literally drawn
to it. The moth cannot help itself. That was me. The night my sister got fucked.
I had been watching the signs all day. My dad constantly touching her. The
whispers. The eagerness on my sister's face. As it got dark and we started
thinking about going to bed I can't tell you who was more eager; my dad, my
sister, or me. As I was going into my room my dad pulled me aside and said he
would not be joining me tonight and without thinking I let slip that I knew. He
smiled and with a snicker said he would leave the door to my sister's room
slightly open so that I could watch. It was that night that I discovered
something new again; I love to watch.