Conrad sat back and enjoyed the very pleasing view before him.
As he looked on it occurred to him that at the day's start the idea that he would be leisurely be sitting relaxed on his teen-aged daughters, pink bedspread covered bed watching his sweet sexy slut of a wife eat out his equally sweet, and equally sexy little girl, was so far out of the realm of possibility that he would have had himself committed for thinking it was going to happen.
His wife Jennifer -- Jenny as he always thought of her -- knelt on the floor and ran her hands up and down her daughter's smooth thighs to her shaved pussy mound.
Jenny smiled up at Conrad and kissed her sweet daughter Clarissa's inner thigh on the right, and then on the left. Jenny looked up again and said, "Isn't she so pretty, sir?"
Conrad smiled hearing his wife call him sir like she often did during their more, shall we say, intense sexual encounters.
"She is a pretty sweet little slut, isn't she? But of course her mom is too, aren't you?"
"If you say so sir," said Jenny with a smile of pride on her face.
Jenny was a 42 year old woman, and like most women her age, it had been a long while since she could boast as flat a tummy as her little girl could. A long time since she could take her bra off and not see a little bit -- maybe more than a little bit -- of sag to her tits. But she had always taken pride in taking care of her figure and even at 42 she had a beautiful hour glass figure and a still respectable set of 36c breasts. Her legs remained shapely, and thanks to some wonderful hair care products, she had had kept her hair long and blond. She also kept her pussy clean and bald, because she knew her husband loved shaved twats. And she knew he loved filthy talk in the bedroom, and name calling as well. Something she knew was about the dirtiness of the sex, more than anything he really felt toward her. Jenny loved to be treated like a slut in the sex department, but demanded to be treated like a lady, and the mother of Conrads' children out of it.
She craved filthy raunchy sex, but had kept her kinky nature from the kids all these years, because that was what you did, as a good mother and wife. You acted the part of PTA mom during the day and at night or when the kids where out at school or friends houses, you became what you let your true submissive nature loose. But never could she have imagined finding her husband fucking their daughter, would be a dream come true, for her. A fucking dream that she never wanted to wake from, she now knew.
Conrad watched his daughter Clarissa's face as her mom blew warm breathe over her tight bald cunt. His 18 year old girl gasped, "Oh Mommy, GOD! Even just your breathe feels good. God I love you mommy!"
Jenny looked up at her daughter from between her legs and said, "Oh baby, mommy loves you to and I want so bad to show you all the things that a girl can have fun doing with another girl."
"Have you been with ... you know, other girls?"
Jenny looked at her husband and back at her daughter. She ran her tongue over Clarissa's thigh, and then said, "Lot's of times, baby. Daddy and I used to have threesomes with Aunt Elaine."
"Aunt Elaine!" Clarissa said in an amazed voice, thinking about her mom and dad's pretty friend, the nice lady who had baked cookies for her and her brother and always had a gift for the two of them at Christmas time.
"Uh huh, she and Daddy and I had a thing for years, when you kids visited grandma in the summer, she would, kind of sleep over. If you follow me honey."
Jenny gently parted her little girls slick cunt lips with her fingers, bringing a moan to Clarissa's lips. The horny mother leaned in close and swabbed her tongue over the juicy lips and tasted her feminine juice as well as her husbands cum, still leaking slowly out of her daughter's cunt hole.
Clarissa reached out and clutched her fathers hand and squeezed hard.
"Oh god Daddy, it feels so good. Mommy's tongue it ... feels so -- AH! So good, Mommy, please don't stop!"
Conrad watched his wife tongue the pussy of the child she had given birth to 18 years earlier and found it as hot a sight as he had ever thought he would see in his life.
He knew both women liked to be treated like sluts, and that dirty talk turned his daughter on as much as it did his wife, so as he began to speak he was almost not even in control of his own words. They seemed to emanate from another man, another set of vocal cords.
"That's it you fucking whore, eat your little girls' cunt you fucking filthy bitch. Do you love that tasty slit? Do you love to eat that cunt, you filthy incestuous slut."
"Yes sir, I love to eat my little girl," said Jenny lifting her face momentarily.
"Please sir, please fuck my dirty cunt while I eat my daughter," said Jenny in a sexy drawl. The mother wiggled her own ass lewdly and spread her knees on the soft carpet.
Conrad dropped to the floor beside his wife and lifted his daughters left legs and placed it on his shoulder, and turned his face and sunk his teeth into his daughters' inner thigh.
"Oww, Daddy that hurt!" Clarissa squealed.
Conrad looked up at his daughter and said, "Don't ever complain about what I do, understand?" Conrad then proceeded to bite down even harder leaving a red bite mark in the wake of this on his daughter's soft thigh.
"Yes, Daddy," said Clarissa, holding back the tears as her thigh throbbed after her Daddy's second bite.
"When I do something to your body, you take it and like it, Clarissa. Your mom does, and complaining only shows you don't trust Daddy's judgment."
Conrad kissed his little girl's boo-boo just as he had for years while she grew up.
"You two slut's are so hot," said Conrad, unable to help being so turned on by what he saw before him.
He watched as his wife inserted her fingers into her daughter's wet hole. He could hear the sloshing of the remnants of his come and her pussy juices, coming form her still tight hole. His wife pulled back her finger to find it covered in slimy sex juice.
"Oh sir, look at what you put in our baby girl. May I eat it sir?"
"Of course you may," Conrad said as he stroked his slutty wife's blonde hair.
Jenny sucked greedily at the juices on her fingers that she had scooped out of her little girl's cunt hole. It tasted so good she thought; too good not to eat, she thought nastily.
Jenny put her finger back in her daughter's hole and began to pump it in and out gently at first and then as Clarissa began to moan, much faster.
The sex crazed mother, began to use filthy language, knowing from watching her daughter and husband earlier that Clarissa was turned on by it just like her mom was.
'Take Mommy's fucking finger's in that nasty fucking twat, you little teen slut."
Clarissa had never heard her mother use profanity before and gasped as she listened at first and then as her pussy began to throb and drip again, just like earlier with her father, she started to moan and groan with each filthy word from her mom.
"Tell me you love Mommy eating this nasty dirty Daddy fucking twat!" Jenny said, lifting her face for a second from her daughters drooling pussy.
"YES! I DO MOMMY! I DO! PLEASE SUCK IT MORE!" Clarissa screamed out.
Conrad began to worry about the next door neighbors hearing his slutty daughter ranting and calling to her horny mommy to suck her off.
I should tell them to be quieter, he thought. But just as quickly, he dismissed the thought; he was just too turned on.
Instead, Conrad began to join in the obscene banter.
"That's it you fucking filthy bitch eat that teen cunt, suck it like your life depends on it," said Conrad.
He began to stroke his stiff cock as he watched and then crawled behind his wife and, grabbing her ass he spread her cheeks wide and leaned down to lick up and down her already slick pussy. Conrad trailed his tongue up and over her tight back entrance, and heard his wife of 22 year's moan loudly into her daughters' cunt.
Conrad knelt between his wife's legs and held his cock in his hand and slid it up and down his wife's slit. He squeezed her ass cheeks and raised his hand and brought it down with a loud thwack. Conrad rained another and another down on his slut wife's ass, first one cheek then the other. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Conrad reached out and grabbed his wife's hair and pulled hard, yanking her head up and shaking it. he then pulled her face up close and kissed her mouth hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth and tasting his daughter's young cunt on her mother's tongue.
"Keep eating you fucking slut," he said, breaking off the kiss and shoving his wife's smiling face down onto their little girl's cunt.
As Clarissa began to shake with another orgasm, she found that she suddenly an urge to cry and didn't know why. She wasn't sad, but rather than that, was happier than ever in her life. She looked down between her thighs at her beautiful mom and with tears in her eyes then looked up to see her father his face a mask of pleasure staring at her as he pounded hard into her mommy's tight pussy.
"I love you Mommy, Daddy ... oh god oh god!" Clarissa was struck dumb as her pussy spasm-ed again in another orgasm.
Conrad was beside himself with pleasure as he rammed his hard cock into his wife over and over. He had never felt this close to his sweet ladies as he did right now.
Conrad reached down and under his wife and stroked gently on Jenny's clit as he pounded into her box, all the while he could feel her cunt cream leaking out and dripping on his balls, a sensation he had felt a thousand times before, but which felt, somehow better this time. His wife's cunt clutched and milked his cock now in a constant flexing motion, and he could tell by her moaning and whimpering she was close to an orgasm beyond belief. As he rubbed her clit with one hand he gripped her hip with the other.
He began to ram his wife's wet warm pussy harder possibly than ever before in his life. Conrad held tight and looked up at his daughter's tear stained blissful face and rammed himself deep into her mom's cunt, the same cunt he had watched her come from 18 years earlier.
Jenny could feel her orgasm building in her stomach, and raised her face from her daughters pussy; as she did she jammed two finger into her little girl quim and fucked her tight box in and out each time her husband slammed his cock into her cunt hole.
"Honey I'm gonna cum! Please sir, make your slut CUM!" screamed Jenny.
"Are you, you sick daughter fucking bitch?" Conrad sneered for behind as he fucked her tight well fucked box.
"I bet you want to fuck Paul too don't you?" said Conrad.
"Yes I do, I do!" Jenny shouted as she thought about her own son fucking her.
"You want him to be a motherfucker, don't you, you fucking bitch?"
"Please Conrad please; let me fuck my son please!" Jenny's hot motherly cunt twitched as she thought of having sex with her son, as her husband's hard shaft rammed her over and over.
Clarissa could not believe the things her mom and dad were saying, but she knew that indeed her mom would fuck Paul, and as she thought about it she now knew she wanted that also. She wanted to be this close always. Clarissa wanted to have this pleasure with her parents and wanted her brother to be part of it too.
"Please fuck Paul Mommy, please! Please let Mommy do it, Daddy."
Conrad grinned up at his daughter as he sawed his shaft in and out of her mother's slick wet hole. "Sure I will punkin, sure." Conrad laughed and then groaned as the lewdly obscene picture in his head of his wife fucking her own son began to bring him closer to coming.
"OH JENNY! YES! I'M GOING TO ... COME!!" Conrad could feel his cock begin to throb in the tight confines of his wife's cunt, but then had a sudden inspiration, and reached down and squeezed his cock hard at the base and slid it out of Jenny's hole with a wet pop. The horny mother turned at once and looked over her shoulder and whimpered like a puppy whose bone had been taken away.
"Conrad no, I want your cum baby," said Jenny.
"You will get your cum you fucking whore," said Conrad with a smirk, "All in due time."
The husband and father, a man who was usually the gentlest of souls, stood up his still rock hard cock in his hand, and grabbed his daughter by the hair.
Conrad dragged the startled teen from the bed and to her knees next to her mother. "Ouch! Daddy no it hurts" Clarissa whined only to feel her Daddy's open hand slap her face and snap her into silence.
"Did that hurt as well, you fucking cum whore?" Conrad leaned close to his daughter and said this in a low stern voice. His daughter, stunned, shook her head no.
Conrad Hill held his daughter by her long red hair and waved his slick hard cock in front of his daughter. His huge 8 inch cock swayed in front of her as she looked up at her father and obediently opened her mouth and let him slide his cunt slick cock into her mouth.
"Oh fuck," moaned Conrad as he felt his cock slide to the back of his little girl's throat. He felt her swallow as he pulled her hair and forced more of his cock into her face.
Conrad looked down at her and also over at his wife still rubbing her now empty cunt with her fingers frantically. He smiled at his wife and then at his daughter.
'What a pair of fucking slut's I have on my hands. What tramps"
Conrad gripped his daughter's long hair in his hand and began to ram his cock in and out, listening as she fought to not gag on him, not wanting to displease her daddy in any way.
Clarissa felt like she was going to throw up at first, but soon felt her self under control. She felt like such a whore she had never felt this way even in back alley's sucking boys from school, getting practice for this day when she would have her father's cock in her mouth. And now it was even more wonderful and special than she thought it could be.
She had, had sex with her Daddy and her Mommy as well. She never dreamed it would feel this good to be used, really truly used by someone. Clarissa felt humiliated and exhilarated all at once. She breathed thought her nose as her father now fucked her throat, and reached between her legs and fucked her middle finger in and out of her wet cunt.
Conrad could feel his whole body begin to shake as he pounded his cock in and out of his little angels' mouth. He knew his cum was on its way and he wanted his girl's to see how nasty he expected them to be from now on.
As his cock began to jerk in his daughter's tight throat he pulled her off of it and looked down at her, her blue eyes turned submissively up to his.
'Daddy has a treat for his little cum dumpster," he said in a tone of voice Clarissa had never heard before in her life as Daddy's little princess. But she supposed she was still his princess, just another kind of one, now.
"Please Daddy give me my treat." Clarissa smiled up at her father.
"Give your little slut her sweet cum treat, Daddy," said the teen-aged slut at her father's knees. Clarissa's mother Jenny moved close to her young daughter and also gazed up at her husbands prick.
"Yes dearest, give it all to our baby girl," said Jenny hoarsely.
"I am darling. I am going to give our little girl her treat, but she has to share."
Jenny smiled up at her sexy hubby, and reached up and twisted and pulled on one of her daughters pert nipples with one hand, and on one of her own with her other hand.
Conrad's cock began to throb looking at his two hot sluts kneeling at his feet. He hadn't been so hard in years and he knew his load would dwarf any he had had so far with the girl's. "Here it is you fucking whore, open your mouth wide."
Conrad said, "Tell me what you are. Tell me Clarissa."
Clarissa felt her body shake and could almost not believe the words came from her mouth as she began to speak never taking her eyes from her Daddy as he stroked his cock over her. "I am such a slut Daddy. I am your little girl whore. Give me my treat Daddy." Clarissa gazed up and heard her father groan and then begin to jerk his cock harder.
"Take your father's cum in your mouth you whore!!" Conrad shouted as his cock began to spurt over his daughter's face. It splashed over her face covering her forehead and cheek's until he moved his cock and aimed it into his daughter's mouth.
Spurt and spurt jetted into Clarissa's small mouth her tongue turning white in seconds as her Daddy's cum covered it. She couldn't see her Mommy but could hear her finger's furiously fucking her wet slot, as her husband covered their little girl.
"Don't swallow! Don't swallow, you fucking bitch!" Conrad said as he jacked his load into his darling daughter's slutty mouth.
As her father shook the last drops from his slowly softening cock into her mouth, Clarissa held her mouth wide open, like a good little girl. She could feel how full her mouth was and looking at her father gazing at her with lust and exhausted pride she knew he was proud of her. She saw her father nod slightly in her mother's direction, and turned her head and looked at her mom still holding her Daddy's load of sperm in her mouth.
"Share your cum with Mommy like a good girl," said Conrad.
Yes please give it to Mommy, please," Jenny said, opening her mouth wide.
Clarissa's Mother crouched lower to make it easier for her little girl and saw her daughter raise up higher on her knees and begin to let the slimy mixture of sperm and saliva and cunt juice slowly begin to drip in a long stream from her mouth down into her mother's mouth. She felt like a filthy whore knowing she was feeding her mother her own father's slimy load from her mouth.
As her husband's cream slid into her mouth Jenny thought this was the filthiest, most exciting thing she would ever do. And then she almost giggled thinking that she would probably be doing even worse soon, and loving it all. Jenny rolled her husband's cum around in her mouth and then suddenly grabbed her slutty young daughter face and kissed her full on the mouth forcing her mouth open and pushing her tongue into her daughter's mouth.
Clarissa moaned into her mother's mouth as she felt her mom pass her Daddy's cum back to her, and then she passed it back to her hot mother's lips. Clarissa grabbed her mom's hip's and then slid her hand under between her mother's legs and rubbed her sopping pussy as she continued to tongue kiss and share her father's cum with her horny mother.
'Mommy, I love you," said the young girl breaking the kiss.
"Oh girl's," said Conrad, stroking their hair.
"Yes Daddy?"
"Yes Dear sir?"
Both of his girl's gazed up at him, and he had an urge which he gave into instantly
Conrad gripped a handful of both women's hair and tilted their heads back.
"Open up wide for me," said Conrad firmly.
Both did as they were told and opened their mouths wide and suck out their tongues, Jenny knowing what was coming, and her daughter just thinking Daddy wanted to see if they had swallowed it all.
Conrad leaned down and spit into his wife's mouth and then into his daughters mouth. "Now swallow like the good girl's you both are." Conrad looked down at them.
His wife swallowed immediately and opened her mouth to show the empty cavity, but his daughter looked a little perplexed for a few second's and then slowly closed her mouth and swallowed.
Clarissa looked sheepishly up at her father. "Was that okay Daddy?"
"Yes it was punkin." Conrad beamed down at his wife who burst out in giggles.
"Your father gets a kick out of that," said Jenny laughing now, "But I don't get it."
Clarissa began to giggle also as she saw her father drop to his knees and almost collapse on the floor laughing, and then she squealed even louder as she felt her mom begin to lick her face and forehead, cleaning off the rest of her husband's cum from her daughter's face. By the time the sexy mother of two had finished cleaning her daughter's face with her tongue; all three had fallen to the soft carpet, and rolled around hugging each other and laughing
Maybe we should get cleaned up for dinner?" Conrad said.
"Let's take a shower together," Clarissa suggested.
Jenny threw up her hands though and said, "If we do that I will never get dinner started." At this they all laughed and hugged each other and walked to the bathroom.Clarissa sat at the kitchen breakfast table and watched her parents go about their morning business just like normal. She thought about the last couple of days and how it all seemed so normal now. She had been sleeping in her mom and dad's bed for the last three night's and Clarissa found it so wonderful to wake in the morning to find herself nestled between her two parents naked bodies.
It had been ten years since she had last done this and, well to say the least, it hadn't been quite the same back then. Then she had just been a kid, and she got mostly comfort and loving warmth from them, whereas now she often found herself falling asleep between them after being fucked by one or both. Last night she had blissfully fallen into a deep peaceful sleep after having her cunt eaten by her mother while Daddy jerked off beside them commenting on how hot they both were, and finally unloading his sticky sperm in both their mouths. But the funny thing was that after that wonderful sex it was still also about comfort and love as she fell asleep in her mother's arms, with her father's hand on her hip gently rubbing until she dropped off to dreamland as Daddy had called it since she was a toddler.
As Clarissa scooped eggs onto her fork she looked up as her mom poured orange juice in her glass, and smiled warmly at her daughter. It seemed strange to the teen-ager that she could actually fuck her parents and still see them as her mom and dad. She guessed it was a gift they had as parents. They just always made everything seem alright. Like this morning when her dad had gotten up from bed before both women, just as he had always done countless other times. Clarissa sat up in bed as he walked back in fresh from his shower, his semi-hard penis swinging between his legs. Clarissa licked her lips unconsciously and her father seeing this simply stuck his tongue out at her making her laugh suddenly, making her feel like just his daughter again.
Jennifer Hill finished pouring her daughter some juice and walked back to the stove. She rarely sat and ate with her husband and children, very much -- like a lot of mothers -- a grazer, she often ate more while she cooked then after she finished and everyone else was eating. She wore her apron; her favorite which Conrad, her husband had had made especially for her. It said on the front in big green letters on a background of pink (her two favorite colors), "Mom's Cook in Every Room in the House."
Clarissa giggled softly to herself think about how she now knows what Daddy had meant by that when he had that thing printed for her three Christmases ago.
"What's so funny over there punkin?" Conrad Hill asked his pretty daughter.
"Nothing Daddy, I just think Mommy looks so cute in her apron is all."
Conrad looked over to his wife and smiled and now stopped eating to watch her move about the kitchen putting away pans and cleaning dishes.
Clarissa sat and watched her father, and suddenly it occurred to her that she actually found it a simple relief how much her Daddy actually loved -- really and deeply -- her Mommy. It made her feel no guilt whatsoever about what she had done with her father. Always leading up to having sex with him the one thing that had always made her fantasies of fucking her father seem like something she could never do was the thought that maybe her Daddy would find he loved and wanted to have sex with her more than he loved his wife. Clarissa loved her mom and never could have hurt her if she could help it. So finding that her father, in the end, even after fucking his teen-aged daughters' tight pussy, still only had eyes -- at least in his own way -- for his wife, was a deep satisfying relief to the young girl.
Clarissa felt her fathers' hand gently rubbing her back and looked up at him.
"Penny for your thoughts," said the handsome father.
Clarissa looked at her mom putting the final touches on cleaning up the cooking area after making breakfast for her husband and daughter. "Nothing Daddy, I am just thinking about how great it is that nothing changed because of ...well, you know."
Conrad thought a moment and looked over at his wife and back to his daughter, and then chuckled a bit. "I suppose it hasn't changed much," said Conrad, "has it."
Jenny Hill walked over to the breakfast table and said, "So what are you two up to today?" Both father and daughter gave her a blank stare. "Well it is Saturday you know."
"Oh, my gosh!" said the teen-ager.
"My god Jenny, with all this stuff I never gave it a thought," Conrad said with a grin. "Do you girls want to do something today? Maybe go on a picnic or something?"
Jenny Hill frowned at her husband of 22 years. "I think a more practical idea is you and me going shopping and Clarissa cleaning her room. Don't you think young lady?"
Clarissa pouted up at her mother, and said, "But mom—"
Jenny held up her hand and her daughter stopped in her tracks verbally.
"Now I know you haven't been in that place in three days but that doesn't mean it isn't a mess, now does it missy?"
"No Mommy," said Clarissa sulkily.
As her daughter stood up from the table and turned to walk to the stairs leading up to her bedroom, Jenny reached out and pulled her daughter close and hugged her tightly.
She whispered in her ear, "I love you sweetie, but no matter how much sex we have I can't stop being your mother, got it?" Clarissa looked in her mom's eyes and began to break into a happy smile.
"I got it, Mommy," said Clarissa.
As Conrad watched his sexy young daughter retreat up to her bedroom he found himself looking for the exit strategy that seemed to elude him at the moment. Maybe he could distract his wife and get out before she remembered she wants to go shopping.
"Honey, I think I should take the car to be checked at the shop, it's been making a few funny sounds. So maybe we can do the shopping trip next time." Conrad stood and kissed his wife and turned toward the back door. He felt a small hand grab his arm with surprising strength.
"Hold on sailor, you aren't getting off that easy. Besides I think you won't mind coming with me to pick out some nice new slut outfits, huh?"
Jenny Hill knew her husband's weakness for her in sexy skimpy dresses that only she, out of all of the PTA mom's in their neighborhood would dare to wear.
"Well I guess I could let the car slide," Conrad said sliding his arm around his wife's waist, and pulling her close; his hand slipping up the back of her loose blouse.
"Not here sir, please," said Jenny in her submissive slut voice.
She leaned in close to her husband's ear and whispered, "Save it for the dressing room."
"I think I will," said Conrad thinking about the last "shopping trip" they had gone on together.
Twenty minutes later both parents were on their way to the local mall, and the sexy shops that Jenny and Conrad loved to frequent, and Clarissa their young daughter and now lover as well, went about her chores, picking up clothes thrown about her room; folding and depositing them in their proper place.Clarissa was finishing brushing out her hair, after spending two hours tidying her room up. This seemed like plenty of time to spend on this and thought her mother would think it looked, well at least presentable. Clarissa really wanted to visit her friend Lindsey and ask her if she was really going out with her brother. That of course was what was going around the local kid rumor mill at the moment, and she really hoped beyond hope it was true. Lindsey was a doll and Clarissa's best friend and she thought it would be a dream if she went out with her brother Paul.
Paul Hill pulled into the driveway in his car (his dad's old one he thought to himself) and got out and walked in a foot dragging manor into his mom and dad's home. The house he had called home for 18 years until he had decided the best thing for him was to move away and stay at school, giving him a chance to find his own way as a man. Or as he now thought of that idea: blah blah blah. As Paul walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, finding his mom's leftover chicken soup in a bowl, he thought he must have been crazy to leave home. 'What am I crazy,' he thought, 'I like living here.'
Paul opened a cabinet and found his old soup mug in it just like always. The young man smiled thinking about his mom bringing him hot chicken soup in bed when he was a kid. Her pretty, smiling face always made him feel better before the soup. Paul took out a ladle and filled his old mug and put it in the microwave and waited for it to beep its message of impending hot goodness.
Clarissa heard a bit of noise downstairs and smiled to herself, thinking maybe her Daddy and Mommy had returned early; Clarissa could feel herself getting horny again thinking about that possibility. She padded down the steps in her socks and stopped as she caught sight of her big brother standing in the kitchen by the microwave. She almost called to him, wondering what he was doing home; after all he wasn't supposed to visit for another week. But then she stopped, and just watched him. He seemed to be kind of sad she thought, or like he was troubled at least. She knew his expressions like the back of her hand, so she was sure she knew something was wrong.
Maybe he was going out with Lindsey, thought Clarissa, and now they were breaking up before she had even confirmed they were an item. She hoped that wasn't true; Paul and Lindsey dating would be like having Lindsey as her sister. As the 18 year old looked at her handsome brother she thought, 'Wow, he is kind of hot isn't he?' No wonder Lindsey would be attracted to him. She had always just thought of him as Paul- her brother- a nice boy but still just her brother. But now that she had fucked her mom and dad ... well it seemed that any man -- even her brother -- was fair game.
Clarissa admired her brothers' tall lean form. He was taller than their father, at least 6' 3" and had broad shoulders and was in great shape from all the weights he lifted at the gym. He took after Mommy with his blonde hair, but was of course on the tall side like Daddy, Clarissa thought to herself, 'I wonder if his cock is as big as Daddy's.'
Paul took his soup out of the microwave and sat and took a sip, and then went to work with his spoon. He sat back in the kitchen chair and smiled eating his mom's delicious soup. It is just the same he thought to himself. He thought about the nasty food he got living on campus and found his mom's soup even more comforting. Paul put down his mug and stood and walked to his mother's apron hanging by the oven on a hook. He took it down and held it up to his face and he found that under the smell of cooking, he easily made out the sent of his mom's perfume. She smelled so good, the glum feeling son thought to himself, as he held it close to him.
"Damn, but I want to move back home," said Paul, putting the apron back on its hook. Someone cleared their throat, and Paul turned to see his sister standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Umm ... then why not move back?" said the small pretty girl standing before him.
Paul sputtered and then said, "Hey stop spying on me squirt. Just because I say something doesn't mean I ... well ... mean it."
"But if you aren't happy; I know Mommy and Daddy would love to have you back home. I just know it!" The young girl felt herself becoming more excited thinking how it would be just perfect if Paul moved home, especially now. Everything was new and exciting at home, and she knew her mother would be delighted to have her son back in her house, for more than one reason.
Paul looked at his very sexy sister, in her belly baring shirt and shorts she was quite a sight for sore eyes. He remembered spying on her in her room a couple of times when they were younger, before he moved away to go to college.
"Clarissa, it just isn't that simple. It would be like admitting I can't ... you know, hack it -- on my own I mean. You have no idea what an embarrassing thing that would be for me to say to Dad. I made it very clear I wanted out of the house and all his rules.
"Imagine what he would say if I showed up back at his door with my tail between my legs."
Clarissa could see that her brother was in a state of distress, and that he was just as sensitive as always. She knew he tried to hide it and act all tough, and macho like a guy as big and manly as he was should act. She also knew, though that it was just an act. Paul was just as much a shy and gentle soul as a man could be. She had to help him make the right choice but first, maybe a change of subject would disarm him and put her sexy older brother at ease.
"Oh Paul, are you dating Lindsey?"
"What? Oh for goodness sake Squirt, what gives you that idea? Lindsey is a kid, just like you, and besides a hot girl like her has a million guys to choose from, so why go out with a drippy geek like your brother?" Paul saw his kid comment stung Clarissa a little, and felt bad immediately.
Clarissa stepped up close to her brother and put her arms up around his neck; standing on her tip toes like a ballerina. She put her head on his chest and felt her small tit's press into his lower chest.
"You are not a drippy geek, Paul. Geek maybe, but not a drippy one," said Clarissa.
"Thanks Squirt," said the startled brother, bringing his hands up his sister's back and hugging her. He found, that this -- in a very pleasant way -- only served to push her soft small breasts into his body even more. The older boy found himself thinking about how she smelled really good, and felt even better in his arms. Paul leaned his face down into his sisters red hair and inhaled her shampoo.
Paul began to become aware of a potentially embarrassing problem, as his penis began to harden slowly but surely. He tried many old standby techniques, including thinking of his schedule of classes and the baseball scores from last night, but nothing was working and he became aware that his sister was groaning and pressing her hips closer to his own hips. Paul reached up almost panicking and tried to take his sisters arms from around his neck, but he found that he could not un-lace her fingers, no matter how he tried. It seemed crazy that his petite little sister seemed to be superhumanly strong all of a sudden. "Please, Clarissa, please let go," Paul begged, "You have to stop."
"I just want you to know you can have any girl," said his sister.
"You made your point honey." Paul felt her fingers loosen but as she put down her hands she dragged them across his chest sending ripples of pleasure through his body, and sending his level of hardness through the roof. Paul felt his cock press against his sister and blushed brightly. "I am sorry, so sorry Squirt, but you shouldn't do that."
"I'm not sorry, big brother," said Clarissa. She looked up at her brother and felt her knees going week almost with desire, she knew the signs of her own arousal, and it felt so good to her to be in her big brothers strong arms. She knew Mommy wanted to fuck him, and planned to find a way to make it happen, but she also knew her Mommy wouldn't be mad if she seduced Paul first.
Clarissa's cunt already felt wet and as she pressed into her brother she felt her panties sticking to her pussy. Clarissa felt her brothers hands rub up and down her back, even as his mouth moved mouthing words of shock and disgust at her sexual advances. The teen-ager knew her brother was hers as she felt his cock hard against her tummy.
Paul was ready to run, but couldn't get his feet to move and rather than let go of his little sister, he began to slide his hands under her tight midriff t-shirt. His hands on her bare hot skin turned his breathing up a notch. He began to pant as he shook his head but couldn't take his eyes off his sister as he felt her skin. His little sister raised her arms up and almost in a trance he lifted it up and over her head. She wasn't in a bra, and marveled at how incredible and firm they looked. They stood on their own even without a bra; perfect small cones with hard pointy nipples almost sticking upward.
Clarissa reached up and pulled at the back of her brothers head and after a second of resistance felt him give way and let her pull his face down to her chest. Felt him take a stiff nipple in his hot mouth; she moaned as he sucked gently. Clarissa pressed hard on the back of his head.
"Oh god, Paul, bite it hard for me," said the hot sibling.
Paul could not believe his sister -- Squirt -- was this hot. Her tiny hard nipple felt so sexy in his mouth, and he suddenly found himself biting down on it harder, found he couldn't care less that it was his sister he was chewing on the nipple of. Paul had never been this turned on in his life, and he didn't know if it was because he was making out with, and sucking the tit of his sister, or if it was because he had never been with a girl as hot as this. He knew his sister probably thought her brother was an experienced stud, but that was far from the case, having gone to third base with one girl in his life.
Clarissa was beside herself, feeling her sweet brothers' mouth and teeth on her nipple. 'The other one Paul, please bite the other one," the sexy young teen said.
Paul bit down on her other nipple as he shifted his mouth over, reaching up and taking the first nipples in his fingers and pinching it.
"Oh Paul please, harder, please. Do it rougher, big brother."
Paul bit down harder and pulled with his teeth, and tugged roughly on the other nipple with his fingers. The young brother found himself twisting his sisters tender red nipple around hard and felt her gasp and moan louder.
"GOD YES!! PLEASE PAUL, PLEASE!! MORE! MORE!!"
Paul lifted his face and grabbed his sister's upper arms, and pushed her away, suddenly not feeling any qualms about possibly hurting her. He shook his sister and looked at her face; a mask of lust and arousal. The brother scanned his sister's face and almost didn't know what to make as she seemed to be almost in a sexual trance. 'My god,' he thought, 'My sister is a fucking nympho.' Without thinking he smacked his sister's face. SMACK! He looked at her and saw her breath faster as she smiled up at him after he had slapped her. Paul felt his hand come up, almost on its own and crack across her face again, making a red handprint on one cheek.
Clarissa reached up and felt her hot red cheek, and knew that she was now past caring about what her brother thought. She loved the rough treatment her Daddy gave her sexually, and it seemed that even if he didn't know it Paul was also suppressing his true needs. She knew now that just as she was like her mother and needed a man to dominate her and treat her like a slut, her brother was in his heart like their father; a man who needed to treat a slut like a slut, a whore like a whore. And it didn't mean anything at all if that slut was his wife, or daughter ... or sister.
"Please Paul, kiss me sweet brother."
"Don't say anything!" Paul slapped his sisters' face as he said this.
Paul spun his sister around and bent her over the kitchen table.
"Take this off," said Paul tugging at his sister's shorts. He reached around and unzipped her shorts and yanked hard almost buckling her knees as he almost toppled her pulling them to her ankles. The strong insanely aroused older brother grabbed his little sister's thin cotton panties and pulled hard tearing them off of her like tissue paper.
"You dirty little cunt," said Paul, running his left hand over her tight ass. His little sister moaned like a bitch in heat as he felt her up from behind. Paul almost could not believe he had called his sister a cunt. But he wasn't sure what was more shocking: that the words had come from his mouth, or that she seemed to love the abusive language. Paul reached out and grabbed her hair and tugged her face around so she was looking at her big brother. Paul reached out and gripped her face between his fingers and leaned close and kissed her hard pushing his tongue inside her mouth and tangling it with her own tongue. Clarissa moaned into her brothers' mouth, and Paul felt his cock throb in answer to her moans, and her insistent tongue on his own tongue. His sister kissed in a hungry, needy way trying to draw him into her own passion
It was working, as Paul broke free and reached down and ran his hand over his sister's ass. When he saw her shudder at his touch and arch her back; he brought back his hand and brought it down on her ass cheek. He heard his sister moan throatily.
"Harder Paul, harder," the petite teen said.
Paul brought his hand back and slapped her ass harder and then brought it down on the other side warming her other cheek. His sister's moans grew, and as he started to slap her ass harder each time he slapped down on it, he began to not even be in control of his own hand it seemed when suddenly he looked up and saw tears rolling down his little sister's cheeks. He stopped the spanking and realized his own hand was stinging, and her small round ass was bright red.
Paul stood and looked at his sister's red almost blistered ass and panted to himself, worried at first he had hurt her to badly. Then he saw the content and happy smile on her face, even as tears streamed down her face. "Thank you big brother," said Clarissa.
Paul was almost back to his senses, and might have stopped the incestuous act, if his sexy little sister had not stood up at that moment and turned and begun to kiss him passionately. Clarissa's tongue squirmed into his mouth and made tight circles around Paul's own tongue. The naked teen-ager began, as she broke their tongue kiss, to kiss her way down her brother's neck, and as she reached the top of his chest she began to un-button his shirt.
Clarissa kissed her way down her brother's muscular chest; thinking that she had no idea her brother was so handsome. 'I guess you just never think of family that way, usually,' thought the young girl.
Paul gazed down at his sister as she pushed his shirt off his shoulder's exposing his chest and stomach. The still somewhat shocked older brother watched as his little sister ran her pink tongue around his normally hidden six pack abs.
Paul didn't ever remember a girl looking as hot and as into sex as his sister did right now. Paul could feel his younger sister's hand rubbing up and down his now rock hard cock. The young man didn't remember ever being harder than he was at the moment. Clarissa gripped her brother's cock in her hand through his pants and stroked it up and down slowly as she licked and kissed his firm belly.
"Your cock is so hard Paul, it feels so good," said Clarissa looking up at her brother. "I love how it feels in my hand." Clarissa began to unzip Paul's pants.
"Will you please fuck my little mouth?" Clarissa said, looking up at her brother.
Her lips pouted slightly in an almost petulant way, as she looked sweetly up at her older brother, Paul. "Please big brother, fuck my slutty little mouth," said Clarissa.
"Oh Clarissa, this is too much."
"Why big brother?" said Clarissa with a tilt of her head, while continuing to reach into her brother's pants with her hand. Clarissa's eyes widened as she felt her brother's hard and long cock. She thought to herself, this might be bigger than Daddy's.
"Because this is wrong, Clarissa, you aren't supposed to suck your brother's cock."
"Why not?" said Clarissa.
"Because!" Paul said as his little sister pulled his hard cock out in the open.
She slapped it playfully and sensually against her cheek. Paul's cock was at least nine inches long, though maybe just a tad less thick than her father's cock, Clarissa noticed. "Am I not supposed to do this, big brother?" Clarissa took his head between her wet lips and licked his pee hole gently.
"No, you aren't," Paul said, none to convincingly. After he spoke he groaned, and reached down to pull his sister away, but found he could not and simply tangled his fingers in her long pretty red hair.
Clarissa suckled on the tip of her brother's cock and swirled her tongue around the head and upper shaft. Every once in a few licks she would bring her tongue to bear licking his piss hole and then down the shaft. She looked up at her brother and watched his face as she engulfed more and more of his big cock in her mouth. Lifting her mouth away from his cock for a moment she looked up at her brother and saw him look at her wonderingly.
"Should I keep going Pauly?" Clarissa teased.
"Please."
"Don't beg, tell me. Make me," said the sexy girl at his feet.
Paul tightened his grip on his sister's hair and leaned over and said, "Suck that cock."
"Suck that cock, what?" said Clarissa.
"Suck my cock you fucking bitch! Put it in your slut mouth and SUCK!" Paul felt his hand tremble as he pulled his sister's face to his cock, and felt her mouth slide over it.
Paul couldn't imagine anything feeling better than his own sister's mouth at that moment, and began to pump his shaft in and out of her pretty face. Paul felt his sister gag over and over as he pushed more and more of his shaft down into her mouth. He could see spit dripping down her chin and landing on her small cone shaped tits.
The boy found he didn't care about her discomfort at this moment, and he had a feeling she didn't either. His sister's eyes were glued to his as he fucked her face deeper and deeper, feeling his cock head hit the back of Clarissa's throat.
He looked down at his sister. "Look at me you slut. Open that throat," said Paul.
"NOW!" Paul said as he pulled his cock back and drove it into his sister's tight throat, his cock sliding down into her throat, as she swallowed to let him in. Her eyes bulged as she looked up at her brother with her lips stretched around his cock shaft.
Paul held his cock in her throat until she began to turn red all over her face and then pulled back quickly. His cock popping out of her mouth, and a huge amount of drool hung from his cock to her mouth and he looked down at his sister begin to cough and choke. As she calmed down she looked up at Paul, and where Paul expected to see reproach, was only the expression of an excited slut.
"Would you like to fuck me big brother?" said Clarissa, sweetly.
"Would I? Of course I would!" Paul said, as all his previous inhibitions fell away.
"Then do it! Make me your fucking slut. Use me Paul! Please! PLEASE!"
Paul was shocked a little by his sisters' words but could no longer deny what he was feeling anymore, and as he stepped back and finished pulling off his remaining clothes, including his shoes, he kept his eyes on his little sister kneeling obediently on the floor watching him with a loving expression on her face. Paul stepped back and considered his options, and then he said, "Get up! On your feet and lay down on the kitchen table."
Clarissa obeyed her brother with a slight squeal of delight. As she lay back she felt so open and exposed to her brother and wanted him to know she was his to do with what he wanted. The teen-ager lifted her knees and bent them to her chest exposing her sopping wet cunt to her big brother's view. The girl could feel his eyes on her and then his breath as well as she looked down between her legs to find Paul pressing his face to her pussy. She felt his tongue begin to part her lips and explore her inner folds gently at first and then more insistently.
Paul thrust his tongue into his sister's tight little hole and tickled her there.
He looked up between her legs and said, "You love it don't you, you fucking slut?"
"I do, I do. I want to be a whore, and I want your help," said Clarissa, with a slight whimper in her voice. "Please treat me like what I am."
Paul put the palms of his hands on his sister's thighs and pushed his tongue back into her sweet tasting twat. As he ate at his young sister's slick center, he began to dig his fingers into her soft supple thighs. Paul heard her whimper in pain and also in excitement as he could tell she was enjoying his rough treatment as well as his ministrations with his tongue. The deeply aroused brother lifted his left hand and brought it down on Clarissa's thigh. THWACK! Paul felt his little sister shudder and cry out, and then moan softly. Again his hand came up -- this time his right -- and down it came hard on her other thigh. THWACK!! Paul listened as his sister would cry out in pain and then moan with pain induced pleasure. Each time he hit her soft sensitive inner thigh her moans became more and more intense. Clarissa was now grinding her ass on the kitchen table.
"Oh please, Paul. It hurts so nice. I like to be hurt Paul." Clarissa began to moan even louder as her brother began to suck hard at her swollen clit.
Paul pulled his mouth away for a moment and looked down at the hard pink clit between his sisters' legs; at the wet swollen pussy mound. He then looked up at her desperate and aroused face, and brought his hand up and then down between her legs, slapping her pussy hard. The sound rung in the kitchen, but not as loud as the scream; followed by the sighing gasps of his sister as she thrust her cunt up at him.
Paul immediately jammed two fingers into his little sister and began to fuck them in and out forcefully, while with his other hand he pressed and rubbed her clit. Paul felt his sister push against his hands as he fucked her beautiful box with his fingers.
"GOD PAUL, GOD!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME COME!!" screamed the young girl as her brother manipulated her cunt.
"That's it cum for me Clarry come for me ...!" Paul said, using his childhood name for his sister. It somehow made it dirtier to use that name and it appeared to have an affect on Clarissa as well, as she began to thrash and buck her hips up hard at his hands.
"OH YES, PAUL YES! MAKE CLARRY CUM ... HARD!!! AH AH ... YEAH!!"
Clarissa thrashed about and Paul's hand became flooded by his sister's pussy juice as it ran down his fingers and onto the table. Paul pressed his hand onto her tummy to hold her down and calm her somewhat, as Clarissa moaned and gasped for breath.
Paul stood and looked at his sister and as she began to calm and to turn her eyes up to him, and flash her sweet smile -- the smile he had known all his life -- he slammed his rock hard cock deep into her feeling her tight wet sheath grip and squeeze his cock as his shocked but still horny sister, arched her back and cry out in ecstasy feeling her brother penetrate her box.
Paul pulled back and rammed back in deep, feeling his sister slide over the table from the force of his thrust. Paul pushed his little sister's legs wide and fucked in and out of her wet sloppy cunt with long strokes he knew that he wouldn't last long and didn't care. This wouldn't be the last time he fucked her tight cunt, he now knew.
"Oh Paul, fuck my little cunt fuck it. FUCK IT!!" Clarissa cried out to her brother.
"OH CLARRY, SQUIRT, I'M GONNA CUM SO HARD!!" Paul felt his orgasm rising and knew it was over for him as he went over the top.
"YES!! YES!! Big brother is coming in your hole—" Paul felt as if he had exploded as his cock began to jet into his sister's sloppy hole, filling her up as he watched her eyes widen as he filled her up with his sperm.
"Oh Paul, cum inside me yes do it big brother," Clarissa moaned with a smile on her face as she felt her brother's cum leak out of her twat and drip down her ass crack.
Paul leaned forward and kissed his little sister on her red lips and then slipped his arms around her and stood up and held her close as he continued to kiss her.
Clarissa's legs circled her brother's back and held her body closer as well. She felt so close and warm and loved she found, and that made her burst with happy feelings. She loved to be sexual and fucking her father and mother, and now her brother was so wonderful as to almost put her beside herself.
Now that the sex had ended Paul could not bring himself to think of his sister as a whore, but her knew that he certainly would never mind treating her like one from now on. Paul broke off his kiss and sat down in the kitchen chair he always did at home. His beautiful sister was now perched in his lap facing him with her legs draped over his hips; he supported her and looked at her pretty face, and smiled. Paul could already feel his cock beginning to stir all over again. He wanted to fuck his pretty, slutty, whorish sister again; and soon. But a thought was bothering him very much as he looked over at where mom and dad often sat for breakfast.
Clarissa began to grind harder on her brother and as his cock sprang pleasantly back to complete life she squirmed and reached between her and her brother and grasped his cock in her hand and, raising herself she inserted his already throbbing member into her sloppy cum leaking box. Clarissa's brother groaned as he felt his baby sister's soaking wet but still snug cunt envelope him. Paul gripped her hips and began to bounce her up and down his cock filling her sisterly cunt up deep with each thrust.
Paul felt his cum squish out around his now newly stiff pole, and he was in heaven except for a thought that was bothering him. He pushed that away though for now as he fucked his hot slutty -- and paradoxically -- sweet little sister.
The two hot siblings fucked in this way for ten minutes before the older brother began to fuck faster and deeper, bouncing his petite little sister up and down harder on his rigid penis. Both brother and sister gasped and came pressing and holding each other close as the older brother emptied his balls into his younger sister's cunt.
"OH PAUL!! CUM IN ME AGAIN!!"
"I AM SIS, I AM!!! OH IT'S SO GOOD!!" shouted Paul as he came spurting into Clarissa over and over until his cum poured down over his balls, and onto the kitchen chair. Clarissa panted and laid her head on her brother's chest.
"Oh my, that is a mess down there," she giggled looking down at the spot her cunt and her brother's cock joined. "We have quite a clean-up big brother," Clarissa sighed laying her head back on her brother's chest.
"I was thinking something like that too," said Paul. "I mean can you imagine if mom and dad found out about this."
Clarissa looked up at her big brother (bigger in more than one way she now knew) and smiled sheepishly. "You know Paul, about that," she said.
Paul looked at his sis and frowned.
"About what Sis?" he said looking at her funny smile.
"I kind of don't think Daddy and Mommy will be all that upset."
To be continued?