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(True Incest Story)
My name is Greg. This really happened when I was a kid. I had just discovered about sex. Listening to some older guys at school had clued me in to some of it. I’d been playing with myself some, not all that sure what it was all about yet. I had already been having wet dreams, but didn’t know exactly what having sex with a girl was all about either. I’d wake up feeling really good, and the damp area of my underwear would be cooling by then. I felt really embarrassed, and would quickly change. I’d stuff the soiled underwear deep into the dirty clothes hamper. I hoped by the time my mom did wash, the spot would dry, or she’d figure a wet towel in the basket had dampened them.
My dad was a roofer, and worked steady, unless the weather was bad. He had been a strict father, and had been pretty tough on us kids. I had an older sister, Shelly. Trish, was my little sister.
Mom worked a lot. She had a good job at a local car assembly plant. It was good pay, and steady. She was always gone though. She didn’t have enough time in, to get a good shift, so she mostly worked in the evenings. She’d get home after midnight, even later if she stopped at the bar with her friends for drinks.
Anyway, this all started one day when I had been nosing around just being curious. I had gotten into my parents closet and was just poking around when I discovered an old crumpled box on my dad’s side of the closet. It was on the upper shelf covered by some old hats. As I lifted the lid, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a stash of pornographic magazines. I knew right then, I should have gotten out of there. My head was pounding as I picked up the top one and flipped through the pages. My mouth was as dry dirt, and I remember shaking so bad, I thought I might loose my balance. I was standing on a chair to reach the shelf.
I grabbed the one magazine, got down, pulled the chair away and made a dash for the bathroom. Our house was small and had only one bathroom. It was about the only place that I could be alone. My bedroom door didn’t have a lock on it.
Shelly was outside with Trish in the yard. This was during the summer. Mom and dad figured Shelly was old enough to watch us during the day. Mom had gone to work early. She always got a lot of extra overtime hours in the summer. I could hear my sisters laughing and Shelly calling whenever Trish did something she shouldn’t.
Locking the door, I sat down on the cool linoleum, and with almost reverence, started studying the magazine. It had an old glossy cover. The pages were worn, and the corners all bent. I don’t think there was much text. If there was, I didn’t waste time with it.
The pictures inside were of everything. On the first few pages, women were laid out on beds showing guy’s sticking their dicks into them. I didn’t know much about sex then, but I knew your dick was supposed to go into the girl. I wasn’t even sure at the time what a girl’s private parts looked like. I had seen mom change Trish’s diapers when she was younger. But I didn’t remember getting a good look at her.
As I paged through the book, my little dick was at full attention. I remember not even wanting to waste time getting out my pecker. I just shifted my jeans to make more room in the front, and kept on looking. I could not believe that girls actually did this kind of stuff for real. One page showed several girls with a dick in their mouth, as they sat on another one. I had to force myself to swallow every once and a while, just to wet my throat.
I was only about half way through when I heard the screen door slam. I knew Shelly and Trish were now in the house. I had to stop. I stood up and flushed the toilet to make them think that was what was going on. I stuffed the magazine under some towels by the sink, and tried to bend my pecker to where it didn’t show. Finally, I had to just pull it up straight against my stomach and hope it wasn’t going to be noticed. I wasn’t particularly big or anything but the little sucker was rock hard, and wouldn’t go down.
Shelly’s banging on the door startled me. Trish had to go potty.
“Hurry up,” yelled Shelly
I was still pale, and my heart was pounding as I exited the bathroom.
“What do you guys want for lunch?” Shelly yelled, as she helped Trish with her pants.
“Hot dogs,” replied Trish as she sat on the toilet doing her thing. “Hot-dogs, hot-dogs,” she chanted.
“Alright, alright,” Shelly answered
I was making my way to my room when Shelly hollered, if it was ok with me too.
“Ok” I said, even though I wasn’t a bit hungry.
As soon as I heard Shelly back in the kitchen, I raced back to the bathroom to retrieve the magazine. As quietly as I could, I replaced it in the closet, making sure to put everything back the way I found it.
All through lunch I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen. Visions of those girls naked, and actually having sex played over and over in my head. I probably hadn’t said a word at all. Shelly startled me back to reality.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
“Nothin,” “Just ain’t hungry I guess,” I told her.
Shelly was a nice sister. We were always close. We didn’t have a lot of neighbors with kids our ages, so we had grown up as play buddies also. We had always been together when we were young. We really never had many fights or anything like that.
Mom and Dad did all the fighting. That was maybe why we stuck together so much.
Dad and mom were always at each other about things. Honestly, It was probably a good thing Mom’s work kept her away so much. Dad was home in the evenings alone with us, and that was probably best.
Dad never did much at home. He’d work all day on someone else’s house, and he seemed pretty beat when he got home. Mom had shown Shelly how to cook early on. Most times we just ate simple meals mom had gotten ready in the morning.
Dad was not one to cross. If you had chores, or homework to do, you have better have them done. He wasn’t a warm person you could talk to. Mostly he would just grab a beer and settle into the couch and watch TV.
“Coming outside?” Shelly asked.
“Naw,” I said. “I’ll just probably sort out some ball cards in my room.” I lied.
Nothing would keep me from getting another look in that box. Shelly took forever cleaning up after lunch. They went out to the yard again.
As soon as I felt it was safe, I raced back to my parent’s room and dug into that box again. I couldn’t believe all the stuff in there. Mostly magazines, but other stuff too. There were some playing cards, like for poker or something. The edges of the cards were all worn and curled. The deck was just wrapped with a thin rubber band. I remember the top card being a joker and instead of the normal kind of picture there was a full color picture of a woman holding two dicks against her face. I pried the other cards away and was shocked as I realized each card was a different picture of sex positions on them. Real stuff too. Not just naked poses, but actual close-ups of girls doing sex. I held on to the cards and grabbed another magazine, and went to the bathroom again. I was sitting on the floor with the magazine in my lap, thumbing through the cards. Each one was a jaw dropping shot of some sex position I had never dreamt of before.
I was being careful to lay each card out in sequence on the cover of the magazine just in case dad had an order to them. I must have had ten cards on my lap when the bathroom door burst open. In my hurry, I must have forgotten to lock the door right. Shelly had come back in the house without me hearing her.
“Shelly, God Damm,” I cried.
The door bounced against my legs. The magazine flipped off my lap and the cards slid off across the floor.
“What’s going on? Get out,” I yelled, trying to cover as much as I could, but it was useless.
Shelly just stood there for a moment not saying anything. I couldn’t think of anything to say either. Just awkward silence, and dread on my part. Finally she stooped down, and picked up one of the loose cards near her foot. It was one of a girl sucking on a guy’s huge cock. I could have died right then. She seemed to study the card for some time, and finally said something I’ve never forgotten.
“Do you like looking at this stuff?” she asked softly.
I started muttering something about, it not being mine.
“I’m putting Trish down for her nap,” she interrupted, “We can talk after I get her to sleep.” She handed me the card she was holding, and left.
I didn’t think I had the strength to even get up off the floor. I just sat there wishing I were dead. Finally, I started rounding up the cards, trying to re-order them as if it mattered now. I walked back towards my room carrying the cards and magazine right out in the open. Shelly was reciting some silly rhyme in Trish’s room that she always needed to hear before she would go to sleep.
I went in my room and sat on the bed dreading the next few minutes. Finally, hearing Shelly close the door to Trish’s room, I knew it was coming.
Shelly walked in my room and stood just by me. She didn’t look especially mad, but I was too ashamed to look her in the face. I remember sort of fidgeting with the edges of the cover of the magazine. She put her hand on my shoulder, and put the other right on the stuff in my lap. She sort of bent over and leaned real close to me and spoke softly.
“I understand,” she said “I know what you are going through.”
I was still bracing for an ass chewing, which I was sure would follow but she kept her quiet tone, and continued.
“Look, I know how you guys are.” she said.
“Sis, I’m sorry you saw this stuff,” I said. “I was just curious and wanted to know about stuff the older guys at school are always talking about.”
“I understand.” she repeated. “Anyway, you know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen this stuff.”
My jaw must have dropped in my lap as I stuttered to say something. She knew about dad’s stash.
“Huh,” I said, “You know about this stuff?”
“Have for several years now,” she said matter of factly.
I could have almost slid off the bed at this point. She already knew about this kind of stuff already. Suddenly my eyes were on her and I was studying her face for a clue as to what she was up to.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything about it?” I asked.
“Because you weren’t ready yet.” she said.
“But how did you find it?” I stuttered.
“I’ve known all about sex for a couple of years now,” she said.
I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with my sister. We were close, but I don’t think I would have ever discussed private stuff like this with her.
Shelly started to say something then paused. She seemed hesitant about something and at a loss for words. I was still watching her intently as she kind of turned away. She reached over and caught the edge of the door and quietly moved it. She had her back to me as I heard the door click shut. Turning back she came right up beside me and sat down on the bed. Her face seemed only inches from mine. She took a deep breath, and shocked the hell out of me
“Dad and I do sex all the time,” she kind of blurted out.
“WHAT?” I must have shouted, because she hushed me.
“We’ve been doing it for about two years now,” she said.
“Naw, huh, no way, How? When? Does mom know?” I was just kind of stuttering. I couldn’t believe any of this conversation.
“Quiet,” she scolded me, “Keep your voice down or you’ll wake Trish.”
I couldn’t believe this. She was having sex with dad and worried about me waking up Trish.
“Look,” she said, “it started a couple years ago, just after my breasts began to develop.” “Dad started “Coming On” to me when mom was gone, which is like always.”
“You let him.” I whispered, “You let him stick his thing in you?”
“Well Duh!” she said.
“Does he squirt cum too?” I asked.
Shelly looked at me kind of funny and said, “Well what do you think he does” silly, “Just go limp?” “He always gets his nut off with me,” she replied, as though she was proud of it.
I just couldn’t get used to Shelly talking like this. “His nut!” She had never let on that she was anything more that a shy, innocent young girl.
My Sister, fucking my Dad, this is incredible I thought. My own fears over being caught looking at dirty pictures were now gone. The conversation was now all about Shelly and Dad.
“When, How?” I pressed.
“Usually in the evenings if you’re out and gone playing somewhere.” she responded.
“Does mom know?” I asked.
“Probably not.” said Shelly. “Not that she’d really care”. “I don’t know if mom and dad even do it anymore.”
“He’s always on to me.” “I don’t know if he’d have enough stuff left to do mom too.” She sort of laughed.
“Wow, I said. “But, won’t you get a baby?”
“NO!” she answered real quickly, “Dad said he had an operation after Trish was born. He told me he was safe now”
“Isn’t he really big?” I asked, “How, I mean you’re not all grown up yet”
I couldn’t believe the questions I was throwing at her, or the cool manner in which she replied.
“He stretched me out some at first, but now I can take him without a problem,” she answered.
“What does he do?” “I mean does he just jump on you and DO IT?” I persisted.
“Well no, silly, we usually fool around awhile before we get down to the fucking part.” She chided me.
“Fool around?” Huh, I wanted details now. “You mean like sucking off too,” I asked.
“Well most times,” she said.
“Where do you do it?” I asked.
“Lots of places, but mostly in Mom and Dad’s room now,” She said.
I was dumbfounded. This was incredible! Shelly and Dad were screwing away in mom’s bed when she was at work, and me, stupid me, out playing ball or something somewhere.
My hormones were doing all the talking now. I had a million questions, and Shelly seemed Ok at answering all of them.
I’ve always thought later, that she was probably tired of keeping the secret, and ready to share it with someone.
All this time, Damm! I thought. Sis was getting it on with dad, and I was just wacking-off to my silly fantasies. Dad and she were actually doing IT!
Incredible! I had completely forgotten about the stuff on my lap, which now paled in comparison to this news. I even left it lay on my bed for a moment forgetting completely about it.
“We really need to put this stuff back,” said Shelly, picking up the porno. “You don’t want dad to catch you with this.”
“You’ve seen this stuff?” I asked.
“Sure, and a lots more.” Shelly smiled.
“What? MORE?” I asked
“Movies, Videos, lots.” she replied.
“Where? Can I see? Please?” I was almost begging her.
“Maybe.” was her only reply, “Now let’s get this stuff back.”
At this point my balls were ready to explode.
“No, we have to talk about this more, “I begged.
“I want to see it,” I started.
“See it?” she laughed, “You mean watch?”
“Huh,” That thought had not crossed my mind. But now that she had brought up the idea, it stuck in my head.
Shelly knew exactly where the porno belonged. She had drug the chair over to the closet as if she’d done it a thousand times. She even arranged the box contents exactly as they had been. Jumping down off the chair, she was face to face with me now.
Whatever came over me, I’ll never know, but I said, “YES”.
“Yes what?” she said, looking at me strangely.
“Yes, I want to watch.”
Shelly was stunned for a moment, and started to brush past me.
“Watch me what?” she asked.
I was so into all this at that point I figured what the hell.
“Really, I mean it.” I continued, following her.
Shelly stopped at the door and turned to me. “How? Really how could you watch? Dad would know”
“Not if you helped,” I said.
“Where, How?” she asked.
“Here.” I said, “Right in here.” We were standing next to the bed in which he had apparently done “it” with her maybe a hundred times.
“I could hide in there,” I said pointing back to the closet.
“No way,” said Shelly “he’d see you.”
At this point I was so excited that I was desperately trying to formulate some plan, some way. I just sort of began making it up as I went.
“No he wouldn’t if I moved around the junk on mom’s side. I could slip in here, and you could tell him I went to Rick’s”.
“You could do it in here, and I could watch.” “Then after he does you, I’ll slip out and “pretend to come home later.”
“Please, Please, Shelly? I’ve never wanted anything so bad.” I said. “Please, I’ll never tell anyone or ask anything of you again? PLEASE?”
Shelly had moved back over to the closet again and was peering in. studying the mess inside.
She actually seemed to be considering the possibility of it.
“How would you get out of the house?” she asked.
“Out my window,” I said, “It’s at the back of the house, and I can get to the woods without being seen.”
“Dunno,” she said shaking her head.
I knew I had her and with a little more begging, she might actually let me watch her do a fuck with dad.
“Let me think about it, OK,” she said.
I figured I was better off not pushing the issue at this point, and let it rest.
Trish’s nap would be over soon, and she would be getting up. I left to go outside.
What a day. I couldn’t believe these events. I went from a horny desperate kid with only his fist as an outlet for sex, to possibly getting to witness my first real fuck.
Dinner couldn’t come too soon for me. Dad usually got home around 5, and dinner was usually right away.
Dad’s pick-up pulled into the drive right after 5:15. He looked rough, and headed to the house. I stayed outside until Shelly called out that dinner was ready.
Shelly was cool to me during dinner, and didn’t say much. Dad even noticed, and asked about it.
“Nothing is wrong.” she said, when he asked. “Just quiet I guess.”
I wasn’t sure how to read Shelly, so I figured “I grab the bull by the horns,” so to speak.
“Dad, Is it OK if I go to Rick’s tonight after supper?” I asked.
I gave a look to Shelly to see if she was following my lead.
“Chores done?” dad barked.
“Yep.” I answered.
“Alright then, but not real late.” was the reply.
“YES,” I thought.
Shelly said nothing, and we finished dinner.
Dad said he was going to take a shower after dinner, which he did sometimes. This would be my chance to hide. Shelly seemed to still be undecided as I helped carry the dirty dishes to the sink.
“Take out the garbage when you leave Greg.” Dad shouted as he headed into the bathroom.
“Shelly?” I looked, pleading.
“That’s a good sign he’s horny,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Shower silly, He always wants to shower first, and then fuck,” she said.
Damm, I thought. How many times had this happened, and I was unaware.
Now that I thought about it, I was usually at one of my friend’s houses right after dinner. All this time they had been in his room fucking, and I was out somewhere.
“Please?” I begged.
Shelly hesitated for a moment but I think she was feeling sorry for me, finally she said “Alright, but you got to promise you’ll be careful,”
The words I had waited for all day.
“I love you, Sis, I said.
“GO! Take the trash,” she said laughing.
I ran like a crazy person to the garbage pile, and pitched the bag in. I then raced back to the house. Dad was still running the shower as I sneaked past the hall door, and into his room.
The closet in their room was really deep. We didn’t have a basement or cellar. I guess the builders put in extra storage by making the closets real deep. Mom’s end is always piled with every kind of box or crap you could imagine. I scooted way to the back, and slid down behind some tall boxes. I left the sliding closet door open just enough to get a good view of the bed. I pulled some long dresses hanging down in front of me together but left a small gap open.
Shortly, the running water stopped. I figured dad was toweling off. It wasn’t long before he walked into the room. He was wearing only a green towel, wrapped around his waist.
Shelly was still finishing up in the kitchen, and was probably cleaning up Trish.
“Come-on Trishy,” Shelly called, “Time for your playpen.”
So that’s what they did with her I thought. She was getting way too old for it, but I guess it kept her out of the way for a while.
“Shelly?” dad called impatiently. His loud voice startled me.
“Just a minute,” she called back. I heard her head into the bathroom and the water in the sink ran for just a little, and then it stopped.
Dad had stretched out on the bed, and was leaning back against the headboard. The towel still covered his waist. The bed was sideways to the closet. I watched him picking at some gray hairs on his chest. Before long, Shelly walked in. She stood at the edge of the bed. To my shock she was nude from the waist down. She put one knee on the bed. Her hair was pulled up in a twist. Her body was exquisite. I’d never had guessed her to be so sexy before. She showed absolutely no shame or embarrassment about being half-naked in front of my father.
Up until then, I really didn’t know if I believed her or not about this whole thing. The seriousness of the situation was now beginning to dawn on me. Here was my older sister parading around partially naked, and obviously not kidding about any of this. She was actually going to fuck my father, and do it right in front of me.
For some reason I started trembling almost uncontrollably. I wasn’t necessarily scared or anything like that. I think just the reality of the whole thing was finally beginning to sink in.
Shelly’s legs seemed so long. Of course, I had never seen them all the way up before. She had the kind of young girl shape that left a gap between her legs at the crotch when she walked. Her upper thighs had not begun to fill in yet.
Dad reached for her, but she teasingly turned away, and walked right over to the closet door in front of me. The doors were mirrored, and she stood by my end looking into the glass. With one hand she grabbed the end of the partially open door, pretending to be adjusting it. She slid the door open a little more. She was acting like she was interested in just how her hair should be done up. My sister had just the faintest patch of light brown fuzzy hair covering her pussy area. Dad was getting an eyeful of her backsides.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when dad undid his towel. As he flipped it open, a huge man-size pecker, which was half-hard, flopped out and lay across his one thigh.
Shelly saw this in the mirror and stopped primping. She turned around towards him.
Shelly was still wearing a small, light colored, pullover top. As she turned towards my dad she lifted the shirt up over her head. As she lifted the top it caught on her hair and caused it to unfold and drop over her shoulders. She shook out her hair with a sexy toss of her head. She still had a little white bra on. Facing right at dad she reached back and unhooked it. She hunched her shoulders forward and slipped the bra off in front.
I couldn’t see her breasts right off, because she had turned away now and was walking over to the bed. This full frontal view of her had certainly brought my dad’s cock up to full size. She tossed her top and bra towards the dresser. She missed. Both landed on the floor next to the bed, but she continued on towards my father.
Dad patted a spot next to him. Shelly leaned over, and without hesitation crawled across the bed on her knees. Leaning down over him she scooped his now stiff prick up with one hand and holding it straight up, then just lowered her mouth right down on to it without him saying a word. She was on all fours, kind of sideways to him with her butt stuck up in the air and aimed right back at me. Her head began moving slowly up and down. She seemed to deliberately reposition her legs wide apart, so that I would be able to see. Dad reached over to her and started rubbing her back and neck. After a little bit, his hand moved down to her butt. His fingertips slid up and down the crack of her ass. Shelly didn’t seem distracted in the least, and kept on bobbing away on him.
Shelly had not been sucking on him too long when she straightened up, and turned around. Now facing me, I got my first, fantastic view of her tits. She was heaven. I’d never dreamed anything could be so erotic. Her breasts were firm and round. They were about the size of a couple tennis balls. Her small nipples had the bright pink color of small cherries. Her smooth young skin was tight and lightly tanned.
Shelly crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed, in as close to a straight line with me as she could. She was now kneeling at the edge of the bed, straight up with her legs apart facing the mirror, and ME. Her mouth and lips were all wet with saliva and she drew the back of her hand across her face to wipe them dry. Then placed her hands on her hips, she then slid her hands along each side. She then asked dad if he thought she was putting on to much weight?
“Do you think I’ll get fat like mom?” she asked teasing.
Dad laughed, and rolled over. He knelt up and came up behind her. He pushed his dick right through Shelly’s spread legs. It poked out in front of her by several inches. The head of it had a glistening wet shine from Shelly’s own saliva. She gently reached down between her legs, and lifted the huge thing up against her. She fondled with the dick as if it belonged to her.
“What’s it like to pee standing up?” she asked, holding the cock as a guy would, when he pisses. She was playfully tugging and aiming it around
Dad pulled her shoulders back against his chest, causing more of the cock to jut out even farther.
“Sometime when I ain’t so hard, I let you do it for me,” he laughed.
I was surprised at the causal conversation they were having during all this. Shelly was acting as if this whole business was the most natural thing in the world.
Shelly let go of the cock, and pressed her hands back on her hips. Dad was nibbling at the side of her neck now, and feeling up her titties. This must have been tickling her because she drew her shoulder against her neck.
Dad’s frame was probably twice as wide as Shelly’s. He almost encircled her body. Shelly was staring straight into the mirror, watching herself. Finally, she reached around her back and spread her butt cheeks open and closed several times. Dad needed no further encouragement. He sat down behind her, and slid his leg through hers while she still faced me. Shelly seemed to refuse to move from her spot except to lift her right leg up off the bed. This allowed dad’s other leg and cock past her. Once he got settled on his back his cock bounced around out in front of her belly like a steel spring. Dad leaned back on his elbows with his feet on the floor pointing at me. Shelly was astride him now. His head was behind her back, and I knew he couldn’t possibly see me this way. I think Shelly was arranging this position just for me.
She lowered herself down sitting across his hips. With one hand she caught the prick and was holding it upright. She toyed with it some, batting it back against her stomach. She was waving it around a little, maybe testing it for proper stiffness. Raising her hand to her mouth she spit in her palm and then stroked the shaft a couple of times and finished off by smearing the spit over the cock’s head. She then lifted herself up. With a couple fingers she spread her pussy open. She held the cock steady with one hand and pressed the tip against her pussy. Now with just one hand holding it steady, she started lowering herself down on the cock. I couldn’t believe how easily the darn thing went into her, or where it all went. Halfway down it must have gotten tight. With just a slight little wiggle from her hips the whole god-damn thing disappeared up inside her. She gave another little wiggle to get it set in and bottomed right out on his hips.
To this day I can still vividly recall that wildly erotic sight. The first time I actually saw her penetrated by that dick. Dad’s balls were covered with dark hair, and against her young skin, the contrast was truly amazing. She leaned forward just a little, pushing her hands between his knees, spreading them open just a bit. She needed to do this so I would be able to watch his prick doing its thing.
I guessed that dad was under the impression that Shelly was doing all this to watch herself in the closet mirror.
I was already about to come in my pants. She slowly began to work her hips up and down. The shaft buried inside her, pulled at her pussy when she lifted up.
I remember looking up at her face as she rode that big fat old dick. She was smiling now, and flashed me a wink.
I couldn’t see dad’s face anymore. He had settled down on his back. I could hear him moaning. His hands came up and held Shelly at the hips. He was pulling her tight against his crotch. She leaned forward pressing her hands into his thighs for balance. She was also holding them apart so they wouldn’t block my view. After a dozen or so thrusts, she’d settle down completely, and give that little wiggle again, and grind herself against his hips. Shelly was controlling the tempo and depth of his thrusts at this point. I was amazed at the way her body flexed. It was very obvious that she had become quite skilled at fucking. At one point she reached down and caught dad by the ball sack, and pulled it up against her pussy, driving his entire cock in, tight against her. I remember wondering how there was room for that much inside her.
Shelly seemed to really be enjoying this. The grin on her face was not just for show. She had total control over dad at this point. Maybe the only time she ever did. He was completely submissive to her, maybe only because of the pleasure she could give him.
Shelly lifted herself up off the dick again, and it popped out. It was still standing stiff as a steel rod. It was all shinny and wet. She used her fist to give it a couple of quick, hard strokes, then raised back up and stuffed the thing back up inside her. Sometime during this I looked down and noticed dad’s legs. His heels were arched upward, only his toes were still touching the floor. His calves and knees were shaking wildly. His whole being was caught up, in an effort to drive his cock as deeply into her as he could. With only his toes for support, he was straining to thrust upward. I remember being so stunned at the reaction he was having.
Dad didn’t last long. After a couple of series of this, he suddenly slammed his hips against Shelly and let out with a loud moan. He pumped his hips about three or four more times against her and started jerking spastically, bouncing against her butt. She hung on, keeping her balance as he pushed upwards against her.
Dad’s orgasm lasted probably fifteen to twenty seconds before he started to slow down. Shelly had settled back down on his hips, and was doing that little wiggle thing again. She was grinding herself slowly and seemed to be trying to milk out the last few jolts out of the old man. His moans were letting us both know that he was really enjoying this. Then, she just kind of sat still. I think she was just enjoying the sensation of having dad’s cock twitching inside her pussy. After a little bit she sort of lifted herself up a little and just stayed there. Dads cock pulled at her pussy lips almost as if it were stuck. It was then that I noticed globs of white semen sliding down dad’s cock. Shelly leaned forward and seemed to be waiting for this. I couldn’t believe it when Shelly used her fingers to trap the goo. I’m not certain what she was trying to do, but she seemed to enjoy just playing with the stuff. The white slime continued ooze out covering dad’s pubic hair. Shelly continued playing with it, stretching out little strands of the sticky cum until they broke. I glanced up and saw she was smiling the whole time.
While she was still doing this, she gave a look right in my direction. I was stunned when she brought her one dry hand close against her chest and gave me a secretive thumbs-up signal and mouthed the words; “I told you so!”
Holy shit wow
Mate! that was excellent. thank for sharing
Very well written. I'm sorta jealous.
Great story. Best sister in the world
very sexy very detailed
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