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36. Sister in law back seat (41k)

Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 01 - Incest/Taboo

Man makes some terrible decisions in the backs seat.

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Chapter one

It had been a great concert. Festival really. Five rock bands that my wife and I had loved when we were younger had reunited and were on tour playing stadiums, areas and, in this case a large grassy field about an hour from our home in Toronto.

When we saw the tickets go up we had snapped them up, picking up one for an old friend of ours and, surprisingly one for my wife's much younger half sister, Jenny.

I say surprisingly because while I am 40 and my wife, Kristen, is 39, her sister is from my father in law's second marriage and she is only 19 years old, not someone you would expect to enjoy a show of middle aged rockers and fans re-living their youth.

Not that I minded. My wife's sister is fun and funny and, honestly, pretty enjoyable to look at. She's 5'4 with thick curly brown hair, wide set eyes, a cute button nose with freckles dancing across the bridge and over her cheeks. She always seems to be smiling. Her small frame carries a full chest, (I would guess 36D? I dunno. I'm terrible at guessing these things) a relatively small waist and full hips and ass. I have to admit that I may have found my eyes inappropriately lingering on her body from time to time at family events.

This isn't to say that I had done more than that: look. I was happily married to a woman I find beautiful. Kristen has aged wonderfully. She has a full figure as well (my preference) and the slight crows feet around her eyes and the odd grey hair (which she promptly plucks out) are the only indications of her age. She gets asked for ID when purchasing liquor and most people assume she is in her late twenties not late thirties.

I suppose since I've been describing these women I should tell you about myself. My name is Mark. I've been told I'm handsome. Most people are surprised by my age as well, though I no longer get the guess of 25! I'm 5'11, and keep in decent shape. For a while I was building up a bit of a belly and love handles, getting a real dad bod, the result of long hours spent at work behind a desk, but I was uncomfortable with that so started running long distance. My blond hair is thinning, but I'm not bald. I have a full beard that is beginning to get steaks or Grey (which I kind of like).

I suppose the choice not to have children my wife and I made has contributed to our relatively youthful appearance. My friends who had families do not look like us. They look like parents.

Anyway, our friend, Bill, had volunteered to drive since he quit drinking five years ago and we were in his car on the way home. Kristen was in the passenger seat. She suffered from pretty bad road sickness sometimes and could not handle sitting in the back. She had the AC on high and was trying to fall asleep to combat this. I was in the back seat with Jenny.

"Can you turn down the AC?" Jenny asked rubbing her arms. It was a warm summer night, though now that the sun was down it had gotten much cooler, and she had worn a fun but not warm outfit to the concert.

I glanced over at her. Her top was a blue textured tube top that rolled over her full breasts, hugging under them and stopping just above her belly button. Her skirt was loose and came halfway down her thighs. I must admit that I had enjoyed watching her dance to the music earlier with my wife.

Looking at her now I noticed that the cold air in the car had made her nipples hard and they were tenting out the material. I tried to be discrete but marveled at how high her breasts still stood. Ah, the wonders of youth!

"Sorry," Kristen called back. "I need the cold air to keep my nausea down! It sucks I know but I can't help it."

"I have a blanket back there," Bill called back.

Jenny looked at the blanket that was on the seat between us and shrugged.

"Ok. Maybe later," she said off handedly.

Kristen seemed to fall asleep then and Bill, saying that he needed something to stay awake turned up the radio. Both Jenny and I were looking at our phones.

I was scrolling through Instagram, checking out the photos of friends, artists I like and funny memes. As I was flicking my thumb across the screen I heard Jenny say quietly, "Oh, she's cute."

I glanced up at her and saw that she had been watching my screen not hers. I scrolled back down and saw what she had referred to: a photo of a tattoo artist I followed, in this case wearing a cute top that showed off a pretty impressive set of tits.

"Does Kristen know you follow hot chicks?" Jenny teased.

"Hardly," I scoffed. "I think you'll find this pretty tame." It was true. I didn't really use Instagram to look at girls.

"Lame," she said smiling. Suddenly she plucked my phone out of my hand. "Here, let me show you something...my account...it's private so I'll have to approve your follow..." she handed my phone back and picked up hers, presumably approving my follow.

I was curious so I took a look. My eyes widened as I began to scroll through the feed of someone with the username @jennyhazfun88. All the pictures were of the same girl, in various sexy poses wearing various sexy outfits. And they were, of course, all of my sister in law.

"Uh," I stammered, unsure of what to say, what she wanted from me, why she showed me this. "It's..you?"

"Yeah" she said quietly. "It's like a fun, I dunno, project? What do you think?"

I should have closed the app. I should have said something non-committal, something appropriate. I should have. But I continued to scroll. Here was a picture of her, camera angled up at her, in a very small red bikini. Her pale skin like porcelain, the undersides of her breasts round and inviting. Another of her in the bath with bubbles covering her lower half and an arm draped across her chest, hiding her nipples but nothing else. The next one was of her laying on her back on a bed, wearing a thin babydoll negligee. Beside her, laid out in a fan formation were four dildos and vibrators of varying sizes. The caption read: busy night ahead of me!!

Now I am only human. I cannot help the fact that I am a man and I react to...certain stimuli. My cock, which had been contentedly resting flaccid between my legs, suddenly, and excitedly began to wake. I was wearing light, loose shorts (perfect for a hot summer day at a festival) and as I began to react, my cock filled, thickened and lengthened down there leg of the shorts lifting the fabric slightly. I glanced down and, while I could see clearly, I hoped that in the dark of the car Jenny wouldn't notice.

I coughed nervously and finally looked up, away from my phone and at her. She had shifted so that she was leaned back against the door behind her. She was watching me carefully, green eyes focused on my ice blue ones. I couldn't help but to scan her body, one o had seen so clearly in those photos.

I had noticed her nipples were hard earlier from the cold air. If I wasn't mistaken there were harder now. Making more of an impression against the fabric of her tube top. My eyes slid down further and saw that her skirt, either because of the way she had shifted or by design, had moved higher, revealing most of her smooth thighs. Any higher, I realized I would see her underwear.

I shook my head and forced my eyes back to meet hers.

"Um..."I stammered, unsure about anything at this point, "what...what the hell, Jenny."

She smirked and put on a false pout.

"What," she teased, "you don't like the photos?"

"Um...they are very nice...but why did you show me them?"

"Only nice," she asked, ignoring my question, pouting some more, though I could see her eyes dancing with mirth, "that's too bad. I thought some of them were pretty good."

"It's not...they are...yeah. They are good for what they are but...what the hell? Does Kristen know you have this account?" There. Remind her about my wife. Her sister. That should bring this back down to a more appropriate level.

"Kristen?" She chuckled. "Nope. No one who knows me knows that I do this. Just you. I guess it's our secret."

I didn't like the sound of that. I had been married for 12 years at that point and knew that secrets were terrible and almost never worth it.

"Well," I said. "Very nice and all but let's leave this at that." I was using a firm voice, the one I use with my staff when they are in need of some gentle guidance.

"Oh," she said, "but you haven't seen them all! Here, let me show you."

She was quick. Quicker than I was able to process what was going on. She unclipped her seatbelt and slid the very short distance between us, scooping up the blanket and putting it on her lap.

"I guess I do need the blanket after all," she said loudly to the car. I winced. Bill, who was nodding along to the music glanced into the rear view and gave a thumbs up. Kristen, to my horror stirred and glanced over her shoulder.

"Ya, sorry," she said sleepily. "Jenny, share with Mark. He won't admit he needs it but will wind up whining after we get home." Then she closed her eyes again and seemed to drift to sleep.

"Good idea," Jenny said and flicked the blanket across our laps.

She was pressed against me, her bare thigh (had her skirt ridden up any higher? I couldn't tell because of the blanket) pressed against my leg, skin touching skin below the fabric of my shorts. She was half turned so that her breast was pressed against my upper arm.

If my cock had been half hard before, it was now, almost painfully at full attention. I could smell her. A mix of a light perfume, the vaguely floral scent of her hair products, and below that the almost sweet musk of someone who had been out in the sun all day dancing and having fun.

"Let's look together," she said quietly, wrapping her small hand around my larger one holding my phone. "You can give me feedback. All I ever get are gross dudes in my DMs trying to get nudes."

She glanced up at me.

"Don't worry. I almost never send them any. Though," and she leaned close to whisper in my ear. Her breath was warm against my lobe. "I have plenty I could send them. If I wanted to."

My cock twitched at the feeling of that warm air on my skin, the words bringing to mind images of her naked. I was very glad that the blanket covered the bulge in my shorts.

"We really shouldn't," I said weakly. I had lost control of this situation by now. I was trying to keep this from getting out of hand but...was my heart really in it?

"It's fine," she said. "Don't think too hard about it. And speaking of hard..."

I coughed again, in shock this time as her hand darted under the blanket and suddenly gripped my cock through the material of my shorts. I looked at her quick with my eyes wide and shook my head.

"Don't," I whispered, moving my hand down to try and move hers.

"You don't," she whispered back. "Don't cause a scene."

She was right. I couldn't think of a way to fight her off without this becoming visible and then, who knows. Kristen would freak out. Bad blood between the sisters. And who's fault would it be? Mine. So, I just sat there, my sister in laws 19 year old hand wrapped around my cock.

"I just want to know what photos are the most...effective. So let's look and I can judge what you like." She gave my cock a quick tug and smiled at me.

"This is real nice," she said, voice low so that only I could hear. "My sister is sooo lucky."

I grunted non-committedly. I knew I had a decent cock. About 7.5 inches long and pretty thick. Not so big that it would terrify someone but plenty to fill someone...my wife! To fill my wife and no one else, I reminded myself desperately.

Jenny began to scroll through her photo feed and I watched the screen helplessly. There were a lot of photos. I wondered how long she had been doing this? As we scrolled through her hand was lightly gripping my length, not stroking but the heat and weight of it always there.

As we passed a photo of her kneeling on a bed, wearing only a chunky cardigan sweater tied at the waist. Her legs were open, the space where they met shadowed but the sweater but my imagination filled in the information that she was without panties. Both of her shoulders were bare as the sweater dropped off of them and it hung open, revealing the inside curves of her breasts stopping just shy of her nipples. My cock jumped when I saw this image and Jenny chuckled.

"You like that one?" She asked. She began lightly stroking my length. "The sweater does it for you?"

"Stop," I said weakly. She did not.

"I have a lot more photos from that session," she purred in my ear. "I couldn't upload them though. Instagram sucks and I don't want to get banned."

"Here," she said, dropping my hand and phone, and pulling her own out. I watched as she opened her photos and my eyes widened as I saw folder after folder of photos. She quickly found one and opened it and I saw her in her sweater. She did this all with one hand so she could continue to lightly stroke me.

"There we go," she said as she showed them to me. There was the one that got posted, but there were plenty more. Soon there was one where the sweater had fallen away and her full breast was on display, her nipple a hard light brown button with the circle of her areola around it. I grunted instinctually and she squeezed me making me sigh.

"Yeah, I thought these were sexy too," she said. "I got so turned on taking these photos. I was dripping wet. See?"

The next photo had her leaned back with her knees further apart. I could now see her pink pussy lips, completely devoid of hair, parted slightly.

"Look close," she said. "You can see how wet I was."

Sure enough there was a glisten on the lips. I swallowed hard.

"You shouldn't show me this," I whispered but did not take my eyes away from the image.

"I always get horny when I take the photos. I think of guys looking at me, jerking themselves. Like this..." she pumped my cock hard a few quick strokes. I could feel the foreskin of my cock slide across the swollen head, lubricated by my pre-cum. "And that's so hot, you know?"

She grinned at me.

"I'm wet right now."

She removed her hand from my cock and I sighed. It should have been from relief, but really it was from disappointment.

She gripped my wrist and pulled my hand towards her and placed it, palm down on her upper thigh. There are plenty of things I should have done but at this point..I was gone. I didn't care that my wife was a couple of feet away from us. That my marriage could end at any moment if we were caught. I just felt the young flesh under my hand and reacted.

Jenny was tugging on my wrist and I let her lead it higher. The smooth skin of her thigh slid under my hand, feeling like perfect silk under my fingers. I could feel the heat of her sex before my fingers reached it and I didn't notice that she had removed her hand from my wrist and I was moving on my own now.

Her legs were parted and my searching fingers met fabric. I lightly traced the edges of it, finger tip following first up one of the angled seams then down and up the other. I heard her groan softly as I did that.

My fingers returned to the fabric of what I could now tell was a g-string and traced across the fabric down to where it hugged the lips of her pussy, the source of the heat between her legs. I could feel how damp it was. She had not been lying. She was wet. Very wet. I pressed against the panties, pushing the wet spot between the lips, rubbing softly making her moan quietly against my ear.

In the meantime her hands had moved back to my lap. I was focused on stroking her sex so I didn't register as she popped the button of my pants and opened the fly. I felt her reach in and quickly and with skill pull my full hard cock through the front of my boxer briefs.

"Ohhhhh," I groaned quietly as she gripped me and began to stroke.

I moved my fingers to the side and pushed them under the fabric of her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her pussy to the same air that my cock was feeling against it. I pushed my finger between her lips and rubbed across her clit making her hiss in her breath, along the velvet channel, finally to her opening where I hooked my middle finger and pushed it up into her hot wet cunt.

"Oh fuck, finally," she moaned into my ear and began to stroke me faster. I checked and confirmed that there wasn't too obvious movement in the blanket that covered us. We were relatively safe in that regard.

"You are so bad," she said, her voice husky now. "Finger fucking your sister in law right beside your wife!"

"Shut up," I hissed, not wanting anyone to hear us over the music that Bill had blaring. I pulled back my finger and added a second one before pushing back into her. I placed my thumb against her clit and she moaned again. Slightly louder this time.

"Or what?" She said, teasing. "Will you punish me? Like you are my daddy? Want to spank me daddy?"

I gritted my teeth and pushed my fingers deep into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. No woman had called me daddy before and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my cock twitch in her hand.

She moved her hand up and rubbed across the top of my swollen head and coated her palm with my pre-cum and then rubbed that down my shaft. Her hand left my sex and I groaned with disappointment but had to smile as she raised it to her mouth and licked my pre cum off of her.

"Tasty," she said before gripping me again.

We were keeping pace with one another now. As she stroked down on my rigid pole I'd push my fingers into her. As she pulled up I would pull back. And on and on, our breath heavy. I watched her face as we pleasured one another. Her eyes were half closed, her plump lips parted slightly. Occasionally I would glimpse her tongue dart out and run along them.

"Oh fuck," she whispered. "I'm getting close. Don't stop." I watched as she slid her free hand up her body, around the curve of her heavy breast, fingers finding her hard nipple which he began to pinch and tug.

"Grab my tit," she hissed. "Pinch me, daddy!"

I didn't need any more invitation. I had been looking at her young breasts for years and now was my chance. I placed my free hand, the one not fucking her with my fingers, over her other breast and squeezed, feeling the hard nipple against my palm. It was heavy as I lifted it, but firm, with next to no sag. My fingers found her nipple and I rubbed my thumb around it, rolling it. Then I pinched it between my finger and thumb.

"Oh fuck, daddy, yeah, just like that," she gasped.

She sped her hand on my cock and I matched her pace with my fingers inside of her. She was moaning quietly as I chased her climax. I was slightly worried about that but at the same time my own release was building.

"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh..."

I could feel her inner thighs begin to quake against my hand and knew she was almost there. I sped up my fingers, a quiet wet sound coming from under her blanket at my fingers drove in and out of her sopping pussy. My thumb pressed hard against her clit and I pinched her nipple hard one last time making her gasp and then begin to squeak.

I released her tit and slapped my hand over her mouth, muffling the noise that was building as she began to orgasm. I felt the muscles of her cunt clamp down on my fingers and wished that I could feel that on my cock.

I continued to finger her as she created and then rode the wave of her climax, humping herself against my hand. She continued to grip my cock but was no longer pumping it. Now it was acting like an anchor for her to hold as she came. She was moaning against my hand, the sound muffled as I held her in place. Finally she tensed, her legs shooting out straight.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck," she groaned against my palm.

As her climax subsided I kept my fingers in her, stroking slowly now as I brought her down from her crest. She was panting and I could see a glisten of sweat on her brow and across her chest above the tube top.

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"Thank you," she whispered. "I needed that."

I smiled at her in the dark. Happy that I had brought her pleasure. Not caring for the moment the consequences of what we were doing.

"I didn't forget about you," she whispered as she resumed stroking my hard cock. "Are you close? We'll be home soon."

I nodded. I was close. Watching her cum from my fingers was so sexy that I was on my own verge.

"Let me know when you are about to cum," she said and sped up her hand.

It didn't take long. Maybe one or two minutes more, but who could tell I was lost in the pleasure of her young hand gripping me, rubbing me.

"That's it, daddy," she whispered in my ear. "Cum for me. Don't you want to cum for your babygirl? Aren't I your princess, daddy? Don't you want to cover me with your cum?"

The dirty talk mixed with her clever hand were enough. I could feel it building. I could feel my ballsack tighten and that bright light feeling at the deepest base of my cock build.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered crying suddenly realizing that there was a problem. "There will be a mess..."

She just grinned, looked into the front of the car, seeing Bill lost in his own world and her sister, my wife, asleep and lifted the blanket and ducked her head under.

Within a second a wet warmth enveloped there head of my cock as she took it in her mouth. She continued to pump the shaft as she began to suck, rolling the purple head around her tongue.

That was enough and I groaned as quietly as I could as I began to release into her 19 year old mouth. I placed both of my hands into her thick curly hair and made fists, holding her in place as I came, spurt after spurt of hot cum. I could feel her sucking and swallowing as I pushed myself deeper.

Finally I sat back, letting my head fall against the seat behind me. My cock still twitching in her mouth as she made sure to suck up the last of my seed.

She came up from under the blanket and I could see a glob of my creamy cum on the corner of her mouth. She moved her finger up and pushed it between her lips and swallowed again.

"Thank you for that, Daddy," she whispered. She looked around and smiled. She tucked my cock back into my shorts and did me back up.

"Almost home," she announced as she moved back to her side of the back seat. I was catching my breath and looked around surprised. She was right. We had finished up just in time.

I watched as she wiggled around in her seat, reaching up under her skirt. She then held out her hand to me and placed something in my own. I looked down and saw that she had passed me her little g-string.

"Something to remember me by," she whispered.

I quickly pushed the panties into my pocket and looked at her amazed and confused. The realization of what we had done came down on me like a ton of bricks falling.

I had cheated on my wife. With her sister. What the fuck was I doing? Had I just ruined my wife for a handjob in the back of a car?

We pulled into Kristen and Jenny's father's house and Jenny popped the door open and scooted out. The stop had woken Kristen and the two sisters said goodbye.

Jenny looked at me and smiled.

"Thanks for keeping me company for the ride, Mark," she said.

"Uh," I stammered. "No, thank you."

After she walked up to the door and went in we pulled away heading for our own home.

"I'm glad that you two get along," my now awake wife said. "That makes me happy."

"Oh," I said, running my fingers over Jenny's panties in my pocket. "Well. If it makes you happy I'll make sure we keep getting along."

...to be continued.

Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 02 - Incest/Taboo

Man's sister in law sends photos and calls him.

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Chapter 2

It had been two weeks since that night in the car. That night when Jenny, my 19 year old sister in law had jerked me off and finished me with her mouth in the backseat while my wife slept in the front. I had brought her to climax with my fingers as well, covering her mouth with my hand as she came.

The guilt over that indiscretion had hung over me like a black cloud since. It had been so stupid. So reckless. I'm 40 years old. I should have known better. Controlled the situation. But I had let the young girl carry me away. I did what I did and I have (hidden away) the panties she had worn that night as proof of my crimes.

It wasn't all bad, actually. In those two week's my wife, Kristen, and I's sex life had greatly improved. We had been married for 11 years and while we both still were attracted to one another we had not been having sex as regularly as in the past. Like most couples we had fallen into a pattern of maybe once a week. But since the night with Jenny my libido had gone into overdrive. We had been making love several times a week and Kristen was happy about it.

The problem was that, while my wife was still sexy and beautiful, when I was fucking her, it was Jenny who was in my mind. It was Jenny's full, 34D breasts I was sucking on, Jenny's tight pussy I was driving my cock into. Kristen had no idea but every time we slept together I was, in my mind, cheating on her with her half sister.

In my defense, Jenny wasn't helping. Or rather, she was. Too much. I was getting multiple messages from her daily and they were not the kind that I could share with my wife.

The day after the eventful trip in the back of the car I woke up late. Kristen had already been up, made coffee and left for work. I had planned on working from home and didn't have much I needed to do before an early afternoon call so I took my time grabbing a cup and, dressed only in a comfortable robe, sat out in the backyard beside the pool enjoying the morning sun.

I had my phone and, as I always do, opened up Instagram and began to scroll. That was when the memory of the previous night came down on me.

Oh fuck, what had I done? I had managed to, after tossing and turning for a couple of hours, managed to suppress the memory of the last night but seeing the app brought it flooding back.

Then I noticed that I had a message waiting for me. I swallowed. Could it be from her? My finger shook slightly as I pressed the tab to open it.

Of course it was from Jenny, from her sexy photo account, @jennyhazfun88.

I opened the message and quickly read what she had written.

Hey daddy! Hope you had a good sleep. I've been thinking about you. About your cock. I woke up so horny and have been playing with myself, remembering how it felt in my hand. How you tasted when you came in my mouth. How good it felt with your fingers inside of me.

My cock was immediately hard reading this. My own memories of the night before flooded in, this time less tinged with guilt.

I shook my head. This was a mistake and I had to end it. I typed a reply.

Hey. I'm sorry about last night. We can't do that anymore. Let's forget it before we hurt Kristen.

Send.

I saw the dots that said that she was typing a reply. Shit! I hadn't realized that she was online and logged into the site.

Nope! I can't forget. I won't. We won't hurt Kristen if we don't tell her. I won't tell if you don't. I'm still playing with myself btw.

I groaned.

I mean it, I typed. I can't do this. I'm flattered but this is crazy. I'm married to your sister. I'm old enough to be your dad!

There was a pause. I hoped against hope that this had ended things. I began to scroll through the photos on her account again while I waited. I knew I had to stop but one last look through couldn't hurt any more I rationalized.

I got another message. I opened it, expecting to find a written reply but instead there was an image. I groaned in...dismay? Lust? I wasn't sure anymore.

Jenny was naked on her bed, the same one from many photos on her feed, but this time, instead of images where she carefully covered herself to meet the decency standards she was clearly and fully naked.

She was laid on her back and holding the camera out from her. Her full breasts were free and despite her lying on the back still pert. Her brown nipples were clearly hard. Her face was free of makeup but still stunning. Her green eyes were focused on the camera as if she were looking right at me. The freckles that danced across the bridge of her button nose and over her cheeks were cute as always.

Without thinking about it, I reached into my robe and gripped my hard cock.

I told you I was thinking about you, she typed next. See how hard my nipples are for you, daddy? I've been pinching them like you did last night. Imagining you were doing it. Know what else I was doing?

I could only imagine.

Stop, I sent back. You have to stop.

The next thing she sent was another photo. Actually a series. This time the angle was different. She had the camera down between her legs and in the first photo she was spreading the pink lips of a perfectly clean pussy. The lips glistened. She was clearly very wet.

The next photo showed two fingers inside of her. The next was her upper body again this time eyes closed, head rocked back against her pillow, plump lips parted.

That's what else I've been doing. All morning. Thinking about you.

I was now stroking my cock while looking at the photos. I couldn't seem to help myself. She was just too sexy.

What are you doing? She sent. Are you touching yourself? Are you hard?

Both of those were true of course but I refrained from answering.

Tell me, she said. Tell me and I'll give you a treat.

I wondered what she meant by that. What would she give me! Did I want whatever it might be? Did I refuse?

I couldn't help myself. I needed to see what kind of treat she was talking about. Finally I shook my head and typed;

Yes.

The wait, while only a minute or two, was painful. I needed to see what she would answer. I dreaded what it might be.

Finally I got a message, not on the app this time but as a text message. I opened it and saw that she had sent a video. With eager and shaky fingers I opened it.

She must have set her phone on some kind of tripod. Which made sense considering the photos she had uploaded to her account. The view was of her bed, and her upon it.

She was fully naked, her skin smooth and pale. She was sitting up against the headboard and one hand was gripping her pert breast, the nipple peeking between her fingers. The other hand was between her spread legs, fingers pushing the lips of her bald pussy apart, clearly wet from her previous play.

"I'm thinking about you, daddy," the video-her said. "I'm thinking about how I wish you were here."

She began to knead her own breast and then tugged on her nipple. The other hand began to run slow circles on her clit.

"I'm wishing it was your hands on me. That you were here right now playing with me."

She slipped a finger easily into herself, the digit disappearing into her wet hole.

"I wish your finger was in me. Actually, not your finger. I love your fingers but right now I wish it was your cock. Your big daddy cock piercing me. Stretching me. I'm very tight. My cunt would grip your big cock. Squeeze it."

She added a second finger to first and began to slowly slide them in and out of her.

"Would you like that, daddy?" She asked the camera. "Would you like your princess to be under you? You inside? Do you want to fuck me?"

She seemed to be done talking at this point. I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers tucking her 19 year old pussy. As I watched I held my phone in one hand and stroked myself with the other. The foreskin of my cock slid back and forth over the swollen head of my cock, my pre-cum making it slide easily.

She was moaning as she fucked herself, not really words, but I could make out her saying 'daddy' several times. Each time she did it was like an electric current of lust straight to my manhood. I had never had a girl call me daddy before and, I found, I liked it a lot.

Then the video stopped. I paused my masterbation and swore. I had been very close.

My phone rang. It was, of course, her.

"H...hello," I stammered as I answered.

"Hey daddy," her voice came through. "Did you like that video?"

"Look, Jenny," I said, trying to take back control of the situation, despite the fact that I still gripped my manhood. "This is enough. We aren't doing this."

"Doing what," she asked in a voice that conveyed the pout I knew she was wearing. "We aren't really doing anything, are we? Just talking. A lot less than we did last night, right?"

"You know what I mean," I said. "I can't cheat like this. It's not fair to Kristen. I love her."

"I love her too," Jenny said. "And if she doesn't find out she won't be hurt. Don't make me tell her. That would break her heart."

My eyes widened and I swallowed past a heavy lump that suddenly formed in my throat.

"You...you wouldn't. You can't!"

"Ok," she said. "I won't. But you have to do something for me first. It's simple."

I was wary but I was also desperate to know what she wanted from me.

"Okaaay," I said.

"Oh good!" Her voice was bright and happy sounding. "You still have my little gift I gave you? You know what I'm talking about."

Of course I remembered her gift. I had been unable to figure out any way to get rid of those panties last night before bed. They were still in the pocket of my shorts.

"Yeah. I still have them."

"Good. Go get them. I'll wait."

I blinked, tried to will myself to resist but then just simply said, "OK," and headed upstairs to my and my wife's bedroom, digging the panties out of the pocket of the shorts I had been wearing.

"I have them," I said.

"Good," she said. "Now I want you to wrap them around your cock. You've been playing with yourself haven't you? Pretending that it was my hand wrapped around your big cock?"

"Yes," I said again. I had quit pretending to resist at that point. I took the panties in my right hand and then re-gripped myself sliding the thin silky material over my cock.

"I'm doing it," I said and sat on the edge of my bed panty wrapped cock in my hand.

"Good," she said, her voice husky. "Good daddy. Jerk yourself for me. Cum for your princess. I have my fingers inside of me. For you, daddy. I want you to cum and I want to hear it. Cum for me."

As she spoke I began to pump myself, chasing my orgasm. Her voice was husky with what sounded like lust and she was beginning to moan.

"If I were there I'd let you cum anywhere you want, daddy," she said. "I'd let you cum all over your princess' tits if you wanted. On my face. In my mouth."

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, the image of Jenny with my spunk coating her pretty face, smeared across her freckles.

"You like that, Daddy?" Her voice was almost a whine now. "You like the idea of covering me with cum. I'd let you. Anytime you want you can cum all over me."

I was breathing heavier now.

"I'm close," I whispered into the phone. "So close."

"Where do you want to cum today?" She asked between moans.

"On your face, princess," I said, calling her that for the first time. "On your fucking face."

"Do it then, daddy! Cum on me! Please, pleeeeease! Give me your cum!"

That was enough. I grunted and groaned as my muscles tensed. I squeezed my cock as I released, spraying rope after rope of cum across my thighs and onto my bedroom floor.

"Oh shiiiiit," I groaned as I continued to milk myself as the aftershocks of my orgasm made my cock twitch in my hand.

"Thank you daddy," Jenny said. "Thank you for giving me what I needed. I have to go. But I need you to send me a picture. A picture of my panties wrapped around your big cock."

She hung up. I was left sitting there, cum all over my legs, in a puddle on the floor in front of me. Before I let myself think any better of it I opened the camera on my phone and took a photo of my crotch, the thin panties hanging off of it, now soiled with my seed. You could see the mess I had made. I closed my eyes and hit send.

My heart was beating. I knew I had made a terrible mistake. It was one thing to receive photos or videos. I could delete them. Having sent one out though...I had no control over that image once it was gone.

Very nice, she texted me after a minute. Thank you, Daddy. I have to get ready for class now. I'll be thinking about you all day. I hope you think about me.

And I did. I couldn't get her out of my mind at all!

This continued for the two weeks. Every day she would send me photos of herself. She would record videos of her playing with herself and send them to me. I would sneak into the bathroom at work, jerking off while watching them with headphones in my ears.

She would ask me for photos of myself, and even, a couple of times videos of me masterbating. I would send them and hate myself for it.

Despite my frantic self-pleasuring I could not calm my libido every night I would find my mind wandering to images of Jenny and I would roll over and grab my wife fucking her while I thought about her sister.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Despite what it might do to my relationship, how it might destroy my happy life, I decided I had to tell Kristen. I would admit my wrong doings and then we would see where we went from there.

I spent the entire day neglecting my work thinking about this conversation. Preparing for it. I drove home slowly, delaying the inevitable arrival.

Eventually I dragged my feet through the door. I went into the kitchen where Kristen was leaning against the counter talking into her phone. She seemed to be finishing up her conversation. Finally she hung up.

"Hey great news," she said before I could speak. "That was Jenny. The three of us are going to spend next week at Dad's cabin! Won't that be fun?!"

I closed my eyes and tried not to sigh.

"Yeah. I'm sure it will be. Really fun."

to be cont...

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Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 03 - Incest/Taboo

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Chapter 3

I had always loved to visit my wife's family cabin. Her grandfather had bought and built it when he was a young man so it was a generational thing, with the expectation that my wife and her younger sister would inherit and share it eventually.

It was small and had not had the million dollar rebuild that most cabins on the small lake had. It was rustic and simple but it had two bedrooms, a cot in the living room, an outdoor shower, a working plumbed toilet-thank god-, a simple boathouse on a dock and a strip of sand beach. It was on a kind of cove so there were no neighbors at that end of the lake making it very secluded.

Any chance we had to get up to the lake, escape the city and relax I was always eager to take. This weekend, however, I was dreading it because it wasn't just going to be my wife, Kristen and I. Her 19 year old sister, Jenny would be coming too.

Two weeks previously Jenny had jerked me off in the backseat of a car with my wife sitting in the front street. It had been wonderful but a terrible mistake. My wife and I had been married for 11 years and I loved her. I had no intention of fucking that all up but...Jenny with her full tits, young body, curly brown hair and cute freckles across her button nose was hard to resist.

Jenny and I had been sending each other images and videos since the eventful night in the car. She would send me nudes and videos of her fucking herself and I would send photos of my hard cock. She would call me and moan into the phone while I jerked off in the bathroom at work. It was exciting and sexy and the worst thing I could be doing. But at least, thus far, it had been limited to online.

Now she was coming to the cabin with us and I couldn't see her leaving me alone.

I tried to call off the trip. I claimed I had too much work to do but Kristen would have none of it.

"Mark," she said, finally angry with me. "We are going to the cabin and there is no way around it. You will relax and have fun! Also," she added, "you promised my dad that you would strip and re-paint the boat. No one can take it out if you don't do that!"

I had no choice. I was going to the cabin.

It had been a hot summer with temperatures staying steady over 30 degrees celsius and very little rain. It was honestly going to be great to get out of the city.

Because of my wife's motion sickness I was driving our car, an Audi Q3, and we swung by her father's house to pick up Jenny.

I was waiting in the car as she came jogging up carrying her bag. It was a sight that made me groan inwardly. She looked amazing.

She was wearing a loose, mid thigh length skirt and a yellow, string bikini top. Her breasts, 36D, were barely covered, and they swung magnificently as she moved towards us smiling.

"Jenny!" My wife said as she got into the car. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, I'm going straight into the water when we get there," Jenny said. "I wanted to be ready."

"It'll be cold in the car on the way up," my wife said. "You know I'll need the AC on so I don't get sick."

"I'll be ok," Jenny said offhandedly. "Hi Mark! How have you been?"

She knew exactly how I had been. Horny and hard since I had last seen her. I was jerking off more at 40 than I had since I was 15 because of her.

"Good, not too bad," I said, tearing my eyes away from her perfect breasts to meet her eyes. She was grinning and the eyes danced with mischief. I knew I was in for trouble.

It was about a two hour drive to the cabin and Kristen,like she always did, quickly laid her head against her window and went to sleep, the only reprieve she had from carsickness.

Jenny was in the back seat, with headphones in, scrolling through her phone for the first half an hour or so, as we left the city. I was able to look into the rear view mirror and see her and spent probably too much time glancing into it, watching her.

Eventually she looked up, then leaned between the seats and checked to see if Kristen was asleep. Once she was satisfied she was she reached up and angled the rear view down more so I wasn't really able to check traffic behind me. The focus was on her sitting there.

She slid into the center of the bench seat and grinned wickedly at me. I glanced at Kristen and shook my head at Jenny in the mirror. This was about to be a mistake, I knew.

She ignored the head shake and slowly traced her finger along the edge of the fabric of her bikini top, slowly running up and down the line where it met her exposed flesh. I could see that her nipples were hard, little nubs that tented out the yellow fabric. We could say that it was from the AC, but knowing her, it was my eyes on her body that caused them to harden.

She locked eyes on the mirror and smiled slyly as she pushed her finger under the bikini top and then tugged it to the side, freeing her brown nipple and areola. My cock had already fully hardened by this time and I let my hand drop to my lap, lightly gripping myself lthrough the fabric.

She slowly traced her finger around the hard nipple before gripping it between her finger and thumb, tugging on it. Rolling it in her grip.

Her lips were parted slightly and I knew, from our online dalliances, that she was enjoying herself, making herself very horny. I was lightly squeezing myself, not wanting to go too far. I didn't want to wake my wife or cum in my pants, making a mess.

Jenny exposed her other breast and was now playing with both of her nipples, teasing, tweaking. My eyes darted from her to the road to keep from crashing and back to her. Her head was tilted back now, enjoying what she was doing to herself.

One hand left her chest and she slid it over her smooth belly to her skirt which she lifted up. Under I could see the matching string bottom to her bikini, knowing what that cloth hid. A perfect pink, shaved pussy. I had seen many photos and videos of it and, on that ride a couple of weeks before, had my fingers inside of it.

She pulled the fabric of the bottoms to the side giving me an in-person view for the first time in a long time. She was perfectly shaved, and she parted the glistening lips with two fingers to show me how wet she was. Her clit was hard and she began to rub it. I could hear her make a small moan and looked over at my wife to confirm that she was still asleep.

We continued like this the rest of the trip. Her slowly, sensuously playing with her hot young body, putting on an extended show for me. I gripped myself and gently squeezed and tugged. Keeping myself under control. By the time we pulled into the rutted dirt road that led to the cabin my balls aches for release.

A jolt from a dip in the road that I didn't notice because my eyes were locked on the young thing in the backseat shook us all. Kristen moaned and opened her eyes looking around confused.

Jenny in the back, quickly shoved her tits back into her bikini and pulled down on her skirt, managing to cover herself before my wife turned and looked into the back seat.

"Oh, sorry Jenny," Kristen said. "The ride must have been so boring. I just can't keep my eyes open."

"I know," Jenny said. "It's ok. I kept myself amused."

I rolled my eyes at that.

We pulled up to the cabin and while my wife got out I arranged my still-hard cock so it was poked up, held in place and hidden by the waistband of the shorts I was wearing.

"I'm bursting!" Kristen exclaimed and began hurrying to the bathroom inside. "Mark can you start unloading?"

As soon as she got through the door, Jenny moved, quick like a viper, to stand in front of me.

"That was crazy, Jenny," I started to say but was cut off when she grabbed the sides of my head and pushed her lips against mine, kissing me. Without thinking I opened my mouth to her probing tongue and we kissed for a moment. it occurre to me, through a fog of lust that came over me that this was our first kiss.

She took one of my hands in hers and moved it up to her breast. I closed my hand around it, feeling the hard nipple under my palm. I groaned into her mouth as she reached forward and gripped my cock through my shorts.

I was breathing heavily when she suddenly stepped back.

"It's good to feel your hand on me again, daddy," she said. "And don't you call me Jenny when Kristen isn't around. I want you to call me princess."

"Jesus Christ," I said. "That's a mistake. We can't be doing that!"

She just laughed and stepped against me again. I could feel her young, firm breasts press against me. Instinctually I placed my hands on her round hips.

"Later," she said quietly, "when you fuck my sister I want you to imagine me. Make her cum loud so I can hear it. I'll be in the next room playing with myself."

Then she stepped away from me and began jogging down the sloped path that led to the water, pushing her skirt down as she went. I watched her round ass bounce as she ran away from me.

"Going to jump in the water!" She called over her shoulder as she went.

I sighed, readjusted my hard cock and began unloading the car.

It didn't take too long to get settled in. The cabin was mostly stocked with essentials. We had brought food for grilling and plenty of beer and wine. In less than an hour we were all sitting on loungers by the water, enjoying the heat. Later, we had decided, we would play some cards and eat.

Jenny behaved herself, mostly. Beyond looking like a fuckable sexpot she didn't make any moves on me for the evening. Occasionally she'd meet my gaze and hold it for a moment too long but not in a way that Kristen could suspect anything.

Eventually, after a few drinks, some cards and laughs we decided to call it a night. Kristen got up to get ready and Jenny leaned across the table.

"Remember, Daddy," she whispered. "When you fuck her, that's me you are fucking. Make it a good one."

Then we went to bed. We had the larger room with the queen bed and Jenny had the adjacent, smaller one. The bedrooms shared very thin walls. It wasn't hard to hear what was going on on the other side so usually Kristen and I, when we made love with other people there, were as quiet as possible.

That night, having been driven crazy by Jenny's earlier teasing, I was hard as a rock when we entered the room. Kristen was wearing an oversized tee shirt and panties. I took a moment to admire her. She was 38, but she still looked good. Her breasts had not sagged much, and she kept herself in shape. I knew I was lucky to have her and was a fool to risk her for her younger sister.

Still, it was Jenny on my mind when I reached for my wife and pulled her against me, pressing my hard cock into her stomach.

"Mark," she giggled, "careful. Jenny might hear."

"It's ok," I said. "I saw her put earplugs in when she went to bed." This was a flat out lie but I didn't want Kristen to hold back.

I picked her up and dropped her on the bed as she laughed. I gripped each of her thighs and pushed them apart, putting my face in her crotch and inhaling the scent of her sex. It was good but I remembered the slightly different smell of Jenny on my fingers after I had fingered her.

I gripped the hem of the panties and drew them down quickly making Kristen gasp. I dove in before she could say anything and my tongue lapped along her pussy, over her vagina and swirling around her clit.

One thing about being married so long, I knew everything about getting Kristen off with my mouth. I had studied the subject well and was quickly licking and sucking her clit while two of my fingers stroked her pussy, digging in and rubbing her g-spot.

It didn't take long before she was gasping for air, moaning and whimpering from my mouth. She had her fingers in my hair, holding me in place as her hips rose against my tongue and mouth, pushing my fingers deep into her.

I took her to the very edge of her orgasm. Concentrating on her pleasure actually drove Jenny from my mind temporarily, so focused i was on my wife at that moment. Then, as I felt her breath catching, knowing she was on the very edge, I abruptly stopped.

I held her there as she gasped.

"Mark," she said, frustrated. "What the fuck. Keep going. I'm so close!"

I ignored her and slowly stroked my fingers I her, keeping her just on the edge.

"I want to be inside you," I said, not shouting but loud enough that I knew Jenny could hear if she was listening.

"Ok," Kristen gasped. "Get up here."

I continued to stoke and occasionally lick.

"I want you to ask me nicely," I said with a smirk.

"Oh fuck, Mark," she said, starting to whine, "c'mon and fuck me."

"Say please."

She paused. Stubborn. But finally she said it.

"Please."

"Louder,"'I demanded.

"God damn it! Please."

"I can't hear you."

"Mark! Please fuck me!"

It was loud enough I figured. I moved quickly up her body and aiming at her sex sank into her in one thrust.

She had started out trying to be quiet but that was done now. She had long forgotten that as I slammed myself into her again and again. She moved from moaning to squeaking to demanding loudly for me to fuck her hard.

It was an amazing sex session and it should have been more than enough for me but as my cock sank into her again and again I imagined it was Jenny's tight cunt wrapped around me. My eyes were closed but Jenny's cute face was the one I saw in my mind.

Finally I felt my climax building and I sped up even more. Kristen was repeating "oh fuck, oh fuck," over and over again. I couldn't hold back any longer and my fingers dig into Kristen's hips, my back arched and I released into her, moaning, collapsing on her.

After I caught my breath I rolled off and lay on my back, my cock, wet with my cum and her juices, still twitching.

"Wow," Kristen said, laughing softly. "That was amazing. I hope Jenny didn't hear."

I shook my head.

"I need some water," I said and got up, pulling on my shorts. I left the room and walked towards the kitchen. As I passed Jenny's room I saw the door was open. She was sitting up in bed, and our eyes locked. She has raised her arms and mimed a light golf clap. I grinned and made a courtly bow and got my water before heading to bed and collapsing, falling asleep within minutes.

The next morning I woke last. I could smell coffee and bacon, my two favorite smells in the world. I groaned and rolled out of bed, pulling on shorts and a tank top and joining the girls at the table.

"Good morning," Kristen smiled at me. She was always happy the morning after a good fucking. I smiled back then glanced at Jenny. She was also smiling. A secret smile that only the two of us understood.

I grabbed my coffee and mused that I might go for a run.

"Nope," Kristen said. "You know you have to scrape and paint the boat. No fun until that's finished!"

She was teasing but she wasn't wrong. It was a big job that needed to be finished and if I could get away with skipping it I would.

The girls had decided to spend the day on the beach in the sun. I grumbled how that must be nice but, in reality, I welcomed the reprieve from Jenny's looks. She was very difficult to ignore.

Today's bikini was even skimpier than yesterday's, but this time in white and blue stripes. Her assets jiggled each time she moved and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her.

I grabbed a big bottle of water and while the two of them headed to the sand I grabbed my tools and went over to the boat.

It was an old boat, 15 feet long and made of wood. Last time we had come down I had hauled it out of the water, removed the engine and flipped it onto a couple of sawhorses. The paint was still the original and it was peeling and discolored. If it wasn't taken care of soon the boat would begin to rot away.

I put in headphones and took my hand held scraper and cursed not having some kind of power sander and began to work. It was a hot morning and before too long I was sweaty and uncomfortable. I peeled off my tank which was dripping with sweat and got back to work scraping away the peeling paint.

I keep myself in good shape for my age so I didn't have a gut and even a few abb muscles on display (a four pack maybe), so I guess I looked ok shirtless in only a pair of mid thigh red swim trunks. Flakes of old paint stuck to my sweaty skin.

I was working on the side of the boat that was opposite the girls. With the boat between myself and them. I was lost in the repetitive work and music when I noticed someone approaching me.

Of course it was Jenny. She had her eyes locked on me and, without trying, her body swayed sexily as she came towards me.

"Jenny," I said, raising my hand to try and signal her to stop. She didn't even slow.

She came to stand directly in front of me and then dropped to her knees.

"Kristen is asleep," she said. "She'll stay that way unless you wake her up. You don't want her to wake up do you?"

I really did not.

For one, I had no idea how I would be able to explain away my sister in law kneeling before me. For another, she had already pulled her bikini top aside and set free her perfect breasts. I wanted nothing to interrupt that view.

As I looked down at her, dumbfounded she reached forward and in one move yanked my swim trunks down and my cock, which had already started to harden as soon as she was walking towards me sprang free.

I was not a porn star but I had a decent cock, I figured. It was about 7 and a half inches long and pretty thick. I was uncircumcised so the purple head hair peeled out from its sheath of skin sunlight catching the small amount of pre-cum that was forming on the tip. I did not shave but I kept my pubic hair trim so my cock was not half buried in a thatch of hair.

"Oh fuck this is nice," Jenny said quietly and gripped my cock, it filling her small hand. It was soft and I groaned with pleasure as she began to pump it.

"Oh fuck, it's just as nice as I remembered," she said quietly. "Does Kristen love this cock like I do?"

I didn't have an answer for that. She didn't seem to need one. She shuffled, straightening her legs to be higher and placed my cock between her breasts. She must have just applied lotion because as she pushed her beautiful globes together and began to slide me between them I moved easily, the only friction being pleasurable.

"Does Kristen do this for you, daddy?" She asked, making eye contact as she used her tits to fuck me. "Does she let you fuck her tits like this?"

"No," I said quietly. I was thrusting now, unable to help myself. The feeling of sliding between her melons was too much to hold back. My hands, shaky at first then determined, lifted and gripped her breasts on either side, squeezing them tighter around my rod.

Despite having seen them daily via messages, this was the first time I had touched them since that day in the car. The skin was smooth and firm, her 19 years had done nothing to make them sag. She giggled and removed her hands, letting me take over the fucking.

She reached between her legs and slid one hand under her bikini bottom and I could see that she was rubbing her clit.

Each time I thrust the purple head of my cock would be exposed, foreskin pulled back. She angled her head so that she could lick the tip each time it emerged from her cleavage.

"I want to do anything she doesn't do for you daddy," she almost whined. "I'm yours. I'm your slut, aren't I? Tell your princess I'm your slut."

"Oh fuck," I grunted, lost in the feeling. "You are. You are my slut."

"Call me Princess."

"You are my princess slut."

She moaned at that and then leaned back, my cock sliding free of her magnificent tits. I grunted again, this time with frustration but it was short lived.

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She gripped the base of my cock and then opened her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Fuck my mouth, daddy," she said sweetly. "Don't be gentle."

Then she sucked me in, slowly sliding down the length. I watched the inches disappear, further than my wife ever took me. I felt the head hit the back of her throat and she gagged a bit, then continued to push me into her. It was only a couple of seconds, I suppose but it felt like minutes before her nose touched my stomach.

Her hands were on my hips, pulling me into her. My hands went up and sank into her curly brown hair and I pulled her even deeper for a moment. I could see tears dripping from the corner of her eyes, and feel the gag reflex squeezing the head of my cock, before I let her back, half of my cock pulling out.

Then I thrust my hips, driving into her again.

I suppose it was at that moment I gave up. Thus far I had been mostly passive. She had led the way down this path. But it was then, driving my cock into her eager mouth, feeling myself sink into her throat, her face, tear streaked but happy, that I figured it out.

She was my slut. She was there to please me. And why shouldn't I be pleased? Why shouldn't I take pleasure from this girl who was offering it.

My balls slapped into her chin as I drove into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue as best as she could as I fucked her face. I could see her fingers inside of her bikini bottoms frantically rubbing her pussy.

It was all so erotic I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I wanted to cum. I wanted to pump my seed directly into her throat. There was, however, something I wanted more.

I sped up, slamming myself into her face. Relishing the glug, glug, glug, sounds she was making. Chasing my climax. Finally I was just on the verge.

I yanked my cock out of her mouth, gripped it in my hand and pumped it in front of her face. Jenny grinned there on her knees and opened her mouth sticking out her tongue.

"Will you cum for me daddy?" She asked. "Please give me your cum."

I only grunted in reply. I grabbed her hair in my fist to hold her in place, finally releasing. I had fucked my wife the night before but I had plenty of spunk left in me.

I sprayed a heavy load directly into her mouth, watching the silvery goo slide across her outstretched tongue and into the throat behind. Then I aimed lower spraying again, my cum splashing across her bare tits.

I was groaning, my ass clenched, legs shaking as I climaxed. The next squirt was lighter and then I shoved my cock back into her still open mouth. Jenny began to suck, making sure to milk out my seed.

She looked perfect. Her eyes were locked on mine. I looked at her cute freckles and thought, next time I want to cum across those. My cock was halfway inside of her mouth. Cum was dribbling out of the corner of her plump lips, and slowly sliding down her breasts dripping off of one of her hard nipples.

Her hand was rubbing herself furiously and then she closed her eyes and began to moan. I could see her legs shaking as she came with my cock in her mouth. As she rode out her climax I pushed deeper into her mouth muffling the sounds.

Finally I stepped back, my softening cock flopping free of her. She looked up at me. A cum dripping, tear streaked mess. She looked like a perfect little slut.

"Thanks Daddy," she said and stood. "I better get into the water and rinse off."

She gathered up cum from her chest in her hand and lifted it to her mouth sucking it in.

"Mmmmmm, so good," she said. "I can't wait until you fill my pussy with this."

I had leaned back against the boat and laughed slightly.

"I can't wait either, Princess," I said. And I meant it.

Jenny had, after rinsing my cum off of her, re-joined Kristen on the beach and the two, after my wife woke from her nap, soaked in the sun. I, on the other hand concentrated on the boat, finishing up the scraping and then using a sanding block, smoothing it all out. I wanted it to be ready for painting first thing in the morning because I knew it would take multiple coats to get it right and I needed to leave time to dry and sand in between.

Kristen made supper: a Greek salad and grilled burgers, eaten on the deck that was attached to the cabin. It was a nice night and the sexual tension between Jenny and myself was, of course, still there like an electric current that passed between the two of us, but it was bearable. I was relaxed instead of jumpy.

I drank beer and Kristen and Jenny drank wine. We talked late into the night. A sheet of magnificent stars spread across the sky and we idly looked up at it while we chatted and joked around about everything and nothing of importance.

Eventually Kristen stood up.

"I'm going to bed," she said. "Don't stay up too late. You have a lot of painting to do tomorrow while we relax." She was teasing me lightly and I smiled.

"No," I said. "I won't be too long. One more beer. Jenny? You heading to bed?"

Jenny shook her head.

"I'll finish this wine," she said and locked eyes with me.

Kristen went in and Jenny and I were quiet, neither saying anything or moving from our spots on separate adirondack chairs. We heard my wife getting ready until finally she was settled into our bed.

Jenny stood up then and crossed the few feet between us and stood in front of me, holding her hands in front of her nervously. It was the first time she had not seems totally confident and in control through this entire time.

"Jenn..." I started then corrected myself, "Princess. We can't. Not right now."

"I know," she said quietly. "I just...I want to be held by you, daddy. Can we do that?"

I glanced at the house then nodded, opening my arms. Jenny sat on my lap, legs draped across them and leaned against me, laying her head on my shoulder. Her arms went under my armpits and held my shoulders from behind. My arms wrapped around her.

"This is nice, daddy," she said. "Thank you."

It was nice. Very nice. She smelled of the outside. Of sunscreen and a light scent of her sweat, pleasant not overpowering. It was a smell that I will always remember and if I catch something close to it I'm am instantly transported back to that time and place.

"I..." she started then stopped. "I know that...I've been, I dunno, pushing you. It's just that...I've loved you since I met you, Daddy."

This was news to me. I had had no idea. I had no idea how to respond.

"You don't need to tell me you love me. It's ok. Just be here. I'll do anything to be close to you. I'll be anything you want."

I squeezed her tight. Holding her small, perfect body against mine.

"I'll be here, princess," I promised. I did not know how. How this could possibly work. I meant it, though. I had no intention at that point of letting whatever this was between us go.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said and shifted her weight.

The girl being in my lap, her ass pressed against my cock, breasts pressed against my chest, caused the predictable reaction. I started to grow under her.

"Oh, daddy," she giggled. "what's this?"

"It's for you," I said quietly and pushed myself harder against her.

"Lucky me," she said quietly.

"Not now, though," I said, not wanting to break this embrace, not wanting to risk my wife catching us.

"I know," she said, pouting. "But soon, ok?"

"Soon," I promised. "Soon."

We sat like that for a while, hugging l, not speaking. She was rocking slightly on my cock but it was not a desperate need thing. It was just her knowing that she was providing me pleasure. My hand came up and squeezed her breast, rolling the hard nipple between my fingers. She moaned slightly and began rocking more quickly.

"That's enough," I said. "If we don't stop now we won't be able to."

"Is that so bad?" She asked rocking faster.

"Yes," I said. "Stand up, Princess."

She hesitated.

"Now, Princess," I said more firmly.

She pouted but stood.

"Good girl."

I held her cheeks in both hands. Green eyes looking up into my blue ones. I drew her in and kissed her. A slow, deep kiss, my tongue rolling against hers. After a moment. I let her go.

"Go to bed, Princess," I said.

"Yes Daddy."

The next morning I was the first to wake, feeling fine despite the drinks the night before, just thirsty. I made the coffee and went straight to the boat to put on the first coat of paint.

It took about an hour and by the time I was done I could see movement back at the cabin. I walked back up and both my wife and sister in law were awake and drinking coffee.

"First coat is done," I announced. "I'm going to go for a run while it dries."

I loved running long distances. Most days I went out for an hour before work. On the weekends I'd run further, 10-15 miles. I had competed in marathons in the past, never doing that great, at best about a four hour race, but competing never really compelled me. I just liked moving my body. Putting the miles down under my feet.

I went to my room and changed into my running shorts, wrapped my knee brace around my left knee, and old running injury that I had to be careful of, and returned to the kitchen. I didn't wear a shirt. It was already hot that morning.

When I came out Jenny had also changed it seemed. She was wearing a sports bra that squeezed her breasts tightly, forcing a sharp line of cleavage. She was also wearing very short shorts, with half her ass cheeks hanging out of them and running shoes. I had to be careful or my cock was going to rise a tent in the shorts I was wearing.

"Since when do you run?" Kristen was asking her sister.

"Oh," Jenny said. "It's been a couple months. I felt like I was getting fat and lazy so I started. I'm nowhere near a pro, like Mark. But I hope he can teach me some things today."

She looked at me with her eyes dancing.

"Oh," I said. "Maybe. Maybe I can show you something."

Kristen shook her head.

"You two are crazy," she said. "I can't imagine running in this heat. Have fun. I'll be lounging by the beach."

Running near the cabin meant running on the gravel roads in the area. The trees grew thick and close to the roads so the worst of the sun was kept off of you, and the views were usually beautiful. If it was a wet summer mosquitoes and bugs would be a problem but with the dry heat we had been having I wasn't worried about that.

Jenny and I stretched a bit before heading out. She made sure to do this in front of me, giving me a great view of her firm ass as she bent forward, the short shorts riding up and revealing more pale skin, the fabric tight against her pussy. If she was wearing any underwear I didn't see any signs of it.

We took off at a light jog, side by side not saying anything. Usually I had headphones in playing music but today I skipped that. She kept pace with me for a while then began to pull ahead. I wasn't complaining watching her ass bounce in those shorts.

"Hey," I called out. "This isn't a sprint. Steady wins this one, don't tire yourself out."

She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

"Oh, can't keep up, old man?" She teased. "C'mon daddy, catch me if you can!"

She broke out in a faster run and I had to laugh. I put on speed, catching up easily. Years of running and training had made it easy for me. She was breathing heavily and a film of sweat was coating both our bodies.

"I caught you," I said, talking in short bursts from being slightly shorter on breath. "What do I win?"

"You can take whatever you want, daddy," she said, looking at me. "Anytime."

I grinned and put on more speed and then veered off of the road onto a trail into the trees I knew. She scrambled to keep up. Instantly, under the leaves it was cooler, though the terrain was more treacherous. Jenny followed but I slowed down so that she wouldn't lose her footing.

The trail wound through the forest for about a mile, climbing gently the whole way. It was a strenuous workout, one I had used to challenge myself many times before. Eventually the trail widened to a clearing that was on the edge of a cliff that overlooked our lake.

You could see the cabins that surrounded it and just make out our place, tucked in the cove. I could just make out my wife in her red bathing suit on our beach.

I stopped, breathing heavily, looking out over the scene as Jenny jogged up behind me. She was more winded than me and it took her a moment to catch her breath. I handed her the bottle of water and she drank, some spilling down her chin onto her sports bra.

Then she caught the view and gasped. It was stunning. She walked to the edge and looked over it all.

"Oh," she exclaimed. "There's Kristen! If I waved would she see me?"

"Unlikely," I said. " Only if she was looking for us. She doesn't know about this place."

Jenny turned and looked at me.

"So, this place. It's ours then? Just ours?"

I smiled.

"Just ours, Princess."

I stepped towards her and pulled her sweaty body against mine and kissed her hard pushing my tongue into her mouth. She melted into my body, breast against my chest, feeling me grow hard against her.

I stepped back away from the edge, moving her with me, back towards the line of trees, backing her against one, never breaking the kiss. Finally I stepped back slightly and gripped her shoulders.

I turned her away from me and moved against her again. My cock pressed against her ass. My hands slid up her side until it met her sports bra and gripping the bottom of it pulled it up, exposing her breasts.

I was kissing her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, licking along the side up to her jawbone. She was pushing her ass against my cock, rubbing it.

"Are you going to finally fuck me, Daddy?" She asked me, her voice a whine. "Will you finally make me your slut?"

I didn't answer but moved my hips back and shoved my shorts down my thighs, my hard cock springing free. I pushed it between her legs against her sex, the thin material of her shorts the only thing between us.

She squeezed her thighs together, and reached down, pressing the head of my cock against her clit and grinding against it. I had one hand gripping her breast, the nipple peeking out between the fingers, being squeezed. My other hand was on her hip, holding her against me.

"Please, daddy," she whined. "I need you inside of me."

I was humping myself against her and I could feel the heat of her sex through the material against my bare cock.

"Do you really want it?" I asked. "Do you need it?"

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped as I shoved hard against her. "I need it. I'll be a good girl. I'll let you do anything to me. Just fuck me please!"

I gripped her shorts and yanked them down, letting them fall to the forest floor. As I suspected she was not wearing any underwear. She reached forward and gripped the trunk of the tree in front of her.

I dipped my hips and guiding myself upwards, placed the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, not quite penetrating her. She tried to push back, to push me inside but I moved with her, keeping just outside.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "I neeeed it!"

"Tell me you are my slut," I growled in her ear.

"I'm your slut, daddy! I'm your princess slut! I need you to fill me."

With that I gripped her hip, drove my own hips forward and sank, in one motion, finally, fully inside of her.

This was the moment that we had been building to. From that first time she showed me her slutty Instagram, through all of the messages and sent photos, despite how often I protested, how guilty I had felt, this was the inevitable conclusion.

She moaned and I groaned as my cock pierced her. She was dripping wet already and despite her being oh, so tight, I slid easily into her. Her hot cunt gripped my as I slid in, molding itself to my manhood.

I felt her quiver and she moaned as I penetrated her for the first time, a small orgasm instantly overtaking her as her desire was finally fufulled.

I held myself there, buried completely in her 19 year old cunt and enjoyed the feeling of her sex clamping down on mine. As soon as she started to come down I pulled back and slammed forward again, making her groan.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," she gasped. "It's better than I imagined. You are so big! You are filling me!"

Her pussy was a revelation. I had no complaints fucking my wife but the way this tight young cunt wrapped around me was I like anything I had experienced in years.

I reached one hand around and found her hard clit, rubbing it as I fucked her from behind, using it to haul her against me. My balls swung and slapped into her with the force of my thrusts.

She was moaning as loud as she wanted now, with no need for us to hide our play.

"Oh, fuck," she said, voice shaking, "don't stop, I'm gonna cum again...ohhhhhh"

It couldn't have been long that I fucked her against that tree. I was furiously pounding into her, my need which had built up over weeks driving me on. Time seemed to disappear. She came several times, I know because she would squeal each time and I would feel her pussy clamp down on me.

Eventually though, I felt myself close to finishing. I was holding out for as long as I could, needing to make this feeling last. I could, of course, only hold out for so long.

I could feel my climax building in that space just behind my balls. I could feel my sack begin to tighten up.

"I'm close," I rasped. "I gotta pull out."

"Noooo," she whined. "It's ok. Cum in me. It's safe. I need you to cum in me."

That last begging request was enough. I slammed forward, back arched, every muscle, it felt like, tensed as I finally released into her young pussy. I groaned and gasped as I held her tight against me, cock throbbing with its release swelling then exploding spurt after spurt of hot cum into her.

She moaned as feeling my seed in her brought her to another orgasm, pussy quivering on me. She sagged against the tree, only my arms and cock buried into her holding her upright.

I let my head drop into her shoulder, gasping for breath. We were soaked in sweat, bodies sticking to onone another as we collected ourselves.

"Thank...thank you daddy," she said finally.

"You are welcome princess," I answered, leaving myself to soften inside of her, not wanting to break this connection.

"Next time, though," she asked, "Will you fuck me in in my ass, daddy? I've been saving that for you."

I grinned against her back.

"I think I can do that," I said.

To be continued...

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Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 04 - Incest/Taboo

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Chapter 4

Family dinner

This had all started with a handjob in the backseat of a car. My 19 year old sister in law, Jenny, had jerked me off with my wife, Kristen, in the front seat. From there it was a series of pictures and sexy texts back and forth between Jenny and I until, finally, at the shared family cabin we fucked against a tree in the forest.

At first I was reluctant. I had not wanted to cheat on my wife. I still loved her, after all. We had a good life, financially stable, childless by choice and comfortable. We even still had a decent sex life. There was no reason for me to risk it all.

Jenny, however, had other plans. She seduced me with words and pictures and her hot body. She called me daddy, something that I had not known would get to me, but each time she said it I was instantly hard. I called her princess. She was young, fit, with amazing large breasts and a cute freckled face framed by long curly brown hair. I had no chance to resist her and I did not.

After fucking her in the woods, however, I was no longer the passive one. I was addicted to her young pussy and needed more, damn the consequences. As soon as I came inside of her I was already thinking of doing it again.

The last time I fucked her she asked me if next time I could fuck her in the ass. She said that she was saving that hole for me and, honestly, I couldn't wait to fill it.

It was difficult, however, to arrange a meeting between us. I worked, of course, and Jenny was taking summer classes at the university. Kristen, understandably, wanted to spend my free time with me so I did not get the chance to sneak away and fuck my sister in law.

This was doubly frustrating because Jenny never stopped sending me photos and videos. Several times a day I would see a notification from her and, if I were alone I would quickly open it or, if I had someone around I would rush to the bathroom to check it out alone.

They might just be a photo of her displaying herself to me. Maybe, holding one of her large breasts in her hand, tugging at her hard brown nipple. Or with her legs spread and her fingers in a glistening pussy.

Other times I would receive brief videos. She would have a vibrator buried in herself crying out for her daddy to fuck her.

I would respond with photos of my 7.5 inch, thick cock in hand, maybe with a spray of cum in the image. She told me she would look at it while fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm.

She would call me sometimes. I would put in my ear buds and listen to her moan, the wet sound of her fucking herself in the background as she called me daddy and begged me to come to her and use her.

I was in a near constant state of arousal and most nights I would grab my wife, Jenny's sister, and rail into her, imagining it was my secret princess that I was fucking.

I still felt guilty about that. I knew I was a cruel and reckless man for doing this behind my wife's back, but any time I convinced myself that I would end things before it all blew up in my face Jenny would send me another message, another photo and my resolve would be gone.

A week or so after I fucked her at the cabin I got another message from Jenny. I was alone in my office so I eagerly opened the attached image, my cock already beginning to harden just from the thought of her.

The image was of her bed, something I had seen in her photos many times before but she was not present in it. The caption read: look what was delivered today!

Spread across the bed were four butt plugs arranged left to right, from thinnest to thickest. The smallest girthed one has a narrow cone shaped tip and the shaft was only as thick as my thumb. The thickest one had a large gem on one end had an impressive cone and the shaft part was slightly thicker than my erect cock.

'Very nice,' I texted back, teasing her. . 'But I don't think I'll like wearing those...'

'lol,' she responded, 'you never know. Anyway these are for me. I want to be ready for the next time we can get together.'

'I can't wait,' I texted. 'Send me a pic with one in.'

I waited impatiently for several minutes while I squeezed my cock under my desk in anticipation. Finally I got the notification. I opened up the attachment and had to smile.

She must have put her phone on the tripod she used to take photos of herself. She was on all fours on the bed, facing away from me. She had on a skirt but it was flipped up revealing her full ass to me. One hand gripped her ass cheek and was pulling it to the side, exposing her to me. I could see the lips of her pussy, but above that the shiny round end of the plug buried in her asshole. My cock twitched in my hand and I groaned happily at the sight.

'Very nice!' I messaged. 'How do you feel?'

'Very...full," she answered. 'But good. Sexy. I can't wait until it's your cock in me. I'll make sure I'm ready.'

'I can't wait,' I texted back, taking my phone with me to the bathroom to jerk off looking at that photo.

Jenny continued to send me photos and messages for another week and a half, slowly working her way up to the largest plug. She told me she wore them most of the days, while she went out shopping, while in class. She said it was distracting and her pussy was always wet.

Finally, Kristen called me while I was at work. I guiltily closed the picture of Jenny I had been looking at and answered the phone.

"Hi Babe," I said, releasing my cock that I had been squeezing through my pants. "How's your day going?"

"Good," she said. "Work's busy but I've got it under control. Look, I've only got a minute but I wanted to let you know, we are going to my dad's for supper tonight."

My eyes widened. I was finally going to see Jenny in person again! I was, however, frustrated. With the family around I was not sure I would be able to sneak off and fuck her. Jenny had been clever so far though. Maybe she had a way.

"That's late notice," I complained, pretending to be annoyed. This was the response I would have had before Jenny and I started screwing around and I needed to keep up the charade.

"I know, Mark," Kristen said. "I'm sorry. I just found out. Apparently dad has this announcement he needs to make and wants us there."

I sighed in mock exasperation, but we made the plans for the night. I would pick Kristen up from home and drive us both to this supper. I had a smile on my face the entire rest of the day.

We pulled up to Kristen's father's place at about seven PM. I looked up at it and felt the small bit of jealousy that I always felt when I saw it. They lived in an affluent suburb of Toronto and their home was one of the nicer, larger ones on the street. It was two stories, with an Olympic sized swimming pool in the back. It made me think of my own smaller house with a much smaller pool.

I shook his head. The jealousy was stupid. My life was comfortable and my home was nicer than I needed with three bedrooms and an office. Plenty of room for a couple without any children.

Hank, Kristen's dad met us at the door. He was a short man, with a thick round belly and a bald head. We liked each other fine. I found him to be a bit of a loudmouth but he treated his family well. He had made an effort to make me feel welcome in his family. I doubted he would like me as much if he knew I was fucking his younger daughter from his second marriage as well as my wife.

Hank shook my hand and kissed Kristen on her cheek and led us into the kitchen. He told us that Anne, his second wife and Jenny's mother, was cooking and we should join them.

I walked in and saw Anne with her back to us, stirring something on the stove. She looked over her shoulder at us and smiled. She was 63, a few years younger than Hank. She was plump with silver hair pulled up in a bun.

"Sit, sit," she called. "Hank! Get them drinks!"

Hank pushed a cold can of beer into my hand and poured a glass of nice wine for Kristen. My wife and I sat in the stools that lined up along the island counter and the family began to talk.

I barely registered the conversation which, like so many in and around the city, was about the insane house prices. The family had always considered me a quiet person so they did not notice my lack of participation, which was good. My mind was occupied with looking at Jenny.

She looked amazing. She was wearing a light layer of makeup, accentuating her green eyes. Her curly brown hair was held back with a scarf. She was wearing a white button up shirt that she had tied above her navel. The top few buttons were undone giving me a decent view of her cleavage. She also had on a black skirt that came to just above her knees.

Nothing about her outfit was overly sexy but because it was on her i was instantly aroused. My cock was semi-hard and I made sure to discreetly adjust myself so no bulge showed in my jeans.

Jenny was on prep-duty and was chopping vegetables. She smiled at me and said a simple hello. The look that passed between us was meaningful, even if no one else there noticed.

Earlier she had texted me a photo with the simple message: waiting for you.

It was of her from behind, standing, the skirt she was currently wearing pulled up revealing a bare ass. I could see, between the luscious globes, the large gem that was on the end of the largest of the butt plugs.

I knew that at that moment, in that room with her parents and my wife, her half sister, she was wearing the toy for me. Ready for me to pull it out and replace it with my cock. I had no idea how she planned to pull that off but I was very excited to find out.

We moved from the kitchen to the dining room. Normally when we visited Hank we either ate casually at the kitchen islands or, in the summer on the deck beside the pool. Tonight however he seemed to want it to be more of a to-do. Something to do with his big announcement. Kristen and Jenny kept bugging him, trying to get him to spill the beans but he kept putting them off, telling them he would announce when he was good and ready.

The table was set up in a lavish display. A white tablecloth was spread out and they had candles burning in candelabras. Anne set out the food and we all sat, Hank at the head of the table. Kristen and I sat side by side with Jenny across from us.

Hank liked to talk as he ate and dinners were really long drawn out affairs. Normally I would be bored out of my skull and stifling yawns behind my hand, much to Kristen's annoyance.

That day, however, Jenny kept things interesting.

It was only about five minutes before I felt her foot against my ankle. The table was shaped to fit the room so, while it was long, it wasn't very wide. The girl did not have to do more than slouch slightly to be able to reach me under the table. I looked up at Jenny quickly, glancing at Kristen then back at Jenny. Our eyes met and hers were dancing with mischief. I subtly shook my head no, but her only response was a sly smile.

I swallowed as I felt her foot creep slowly up my leg. She had dropped her sandal off her foot and I could feel her bare toes wiggling as she slowly drew them up my calf, to my knee and down my thigh towards my crotch.

I looked over at Kristen but she was very deeply involved in a conversation with her father. It was a slight argument. He had said something vaguely racist and she had called him out on it. Now he was explaining to her that he had black friends so couldn't be racist. This was all stuff I had heard before.

I couldn't follow the conversation because Jenny's foot had found the head of my cock. As her foot had climbed I had hardened, my cock pressing its way down the leg of my jeans. I inhaled when she wrapped her toes around my cockhead and Kristen glanced over at me, raising her eyebrow, silently asking me if I'm ok. I nodded, hoping I was not visibly sweating.

I pushed my stomach against the table edge, looking down to confirm that the tablecloth was draped across my lap, hiding anything that might be happening there.

A second foot joined the first, sandwiching my cock between them and she began to tug me through my jeans. I was amazed at how she could do that without showing any movement on her side.

I will admit I am not really one for feet. I mean, they are ok, but if you were to check my porn history you will not find a whole bunch of videos of foot play. This, however, with the family around and secret under the table, was very much doing it for me.

I stayed as still as I could as my wife's 19 year old sister gave me a footjob through my jeans. It felt amazing.

She moved her feel away from my cock and I could feel them move up. She gripped the waist of my jeans with her toes and began to tug at them. I realized that she wanted me to free myself but I shook my head ever so slighting trying to say no.

I looked at her and she grinned evilly, mouthing the word, 'yes'.

I shook my head no again and reached under the cloth to grip her bare foot in my hand. I tried to push it away but she pressed down harder and I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to move it without causing a disturbance.

I glanced at my wife beside me and closing my eyes, thinking to myself how very, very stupid and reckless I was being, I popped open the button of my jeans and began unbuttoning my fly. I was very happy just then that I had chosen to wear button fly jeans so that the sound of a zipper wouldn't give away the stupid thing I was doing.

I saw Jenny's eyes open wider and she smiled at me. I felt her soft feet move back down to my lap and she used them to maneuver my hard rod out of my pants.

She had both her feet pressed against it and began to slowly run them up and down the sides. My foreskin, lubricated by the pre-cum I had begun to ooze, pulled back and forth over my swollen purple head.

I swallowed and gripped my fork.

"Aren't you hungry," Anne asked suddenly, looking at me. "You've barely touched anything."

I looked down at my barely touched plate. Jenny did not slow her feet making me begin to sweat.

"Oh," I said, stupidly. "Right. Just...taking my time..."

I cut a chunk of meat from my roast beef and jammed it into my mouth, chewing. Across from me Jenny was hiding a wicked smile behind her hand.

The meal went on for what felt like hours. I could not move or reveal what was happening under the tablecloth. Her soft feet felt amazing as they stroked me but with the limits placed on us, I was nowhere near cumming. My balls were aching for release.

Finally, the meal was wrapping up. Anne asked Jenny to help her get dessert and her feet left my lap as she stood. I took the opportunity to reach under the tablecloth and shove my cock back into my jeans, buttoning up as many buttons as I could.

"Why are you fidgeting?" Kristen asked me noticing the movement.

"Oh," I scrambled for an explanation. "I...my leg was cramping a bit."

She shot me an annoyed look but, thankfully turned away.

Desert was a layered chocolate cake and as we ate Jenny spoke up.

"Dad," she said. "You were going to ask Mark something."

"Oh," he said, remembering. "Right. Jenny bought some furniture from Ikea and the guys I paid to drop it off refused to set it up. I'm no good at that stuff. Mark, will you go build it? If you don't mind."

I nodded. Building flat packs was annoying but it was easy.

"Sure," I said. I thought I knew where this might be going.

"I'll help," Kristen said, and I groaned inwardly. For obvious reasons I did not want her there.

"No, no," Hank said, shaking his head. "I need you to help me look at some paperwork. You can come help me in my study and Jenny can help him. Anne will take care of the clean up. It's Jenny's stuff after all."

I looked at Jenny and she was smiling to herself. I could not help smiling as well.

Kristen went to Hank's study and Anne began clearing the table. Jenny began bounding up the stairs and I followed, trying not to obviously rush.

Her room was down the hall at the end and she opened the door and pulled me in, shutting and locking it behind her.

She stood there a moment, back against the door and we locked eyes. She smiled at me and I grinned then moved across to her wrapping my arms around her, pulling her against me as we began to kiss. My tongue pushed between her parted lips, finding hers and entwining with it. My cock, which had never gone down since her footjob, pressed into her belly.

We broke the kiss, but I still held her.

"So..." I said, "you want me to build something?"

She laughed and gestured to an already built dresser.

"I did it this afternoon, Daddy. IKEA stuff isn't hard to build. I just needed a reason for you to come up here."

"Oh yeah?" I said as she gripped my cock through my jeans. I started to unbutton her white shirt, slowly revealing more cleavage and an off white bra that her breasts filled out magnificently. "Why would you want me up here?"

She had my cock out of my jeans again and slid down through my arms until her face was level with it. He took it in her hand and stroked before licking the head. I groaned.

"I had something I need to show you," she said and then pulled me deep into her mouth sucking hard, bumping the head against her throat before drawing me back out. "In person this time."

I reached down and gripped her shoulders and pulled her back to standing. As much as I would enjoy a blowjob we did not have too much time and I did not want to wait a moment.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Let's see."

I turned her so that she faced the door to her room and pushed against her back, pressing her chest against it. I reached down and lifted her skirt, tucking the hem into the waistband, exposing her bare ass. I could see the gem on the plug glinting in the light, the round part keeping the cheeks of her ass slightly apart.

"No panties, Princess?" I teased. "Very naughty." I pulled my hand back and slapped hard against her ass. She yelped and jumped but instantly pushed her ass back to me.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, almost a moan. "I am very bad. You should punish me."

I spanked her ass on the other cheek. She jumped and moaned again. I could see the red welt of my hand standing up from the pale skin. I gave each cheek a few more slaps before pushing my hand between her legs.

I gripped the plug and tugged slightly. She gasped and groaned. It was firmly in place. I used one hand to push on it, moving it back and forth slightly. The other hand found the lips of her pussy.

She was already wet and my fingers slid easily between the folds of flesh. I pushed a finger into her and pushed on the plug. She put her palms on the door and shoved her ass back further towards me, pushing my fingers deeper into her.

I pulled them out and she whined but I took her shoulders and moved her towards her bed.

I had seen her bed in so many photos but this was the first time I had been in here. I ran my fingers over the soft sheets while Jenny climbed onto the bedspread and went on hands and knees, presenting herself to me.

I took a moment to enjoy the view, her full ass on display, the toy buried in her, a gift she had prepared for me and me alone. She was my wife's sister and I should never touch her but I could not help myself.

"In the drawer in the table beside the bed, Daddy," she said. "It's for us."

I walked around the bed and opened the drawer. Atop the knickknacks, creams and books that were there was a bottle of lube and a small oval shaped vibrator. I grabbed them both and went back around behind her, climbing onto the bed, and pushing my jeans down to my knees.

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I gripped her hair and pulled, tilting her head back and arching her back, making her look at me. I bent forward and kissed her again.

"Are you ready, Princess," I asked. "Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm ready for you."

I squirted lube over my cock and smeared it around, stroking the length. Then I gripped the plug and tugged. It was in there tight and I had to pull again, harder this time before I felt it pop out of her. She moaned as it was released. Her asshole was gaped open for a moment, a black tunnel into her that slowly closed into a star as I watched.

I pushed two fingers into her pussy and she gasped, pushing back against my digits. I stroked them in and out. She was practically dripping around them and I drew them out very wet, rubbing the juices around the star of her ass before pushing my thumb into her. She groaned as I used my thumb to fuck her for a moment.

I added the lube pushing it into her, smearing it around, making sure that she was as ready as possible. I moved up against her and pressed the head of my cock against her star.

"Now, Daddy," she begged. "Please fuck me!"

I pressed forward and felt myself get the purple head of my cock into her. She was clamped down on me

"You have to relax, Princess," I said.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said. "I'll try."

I continued to push, feeling her relax as much as she could as I sank in a few more inches. She was gasping for breath. Her ass was tight and almost painful for me to force my way into her.

"Oh fuck," she said. "I tried to be ready but...fuck."

I turned on the little toy and reaching around, placed it against her clit. She groaned and pulled back from it, pushing me deeper into her. I continued to push, her tight channel gripping me as I did so until I was halfway in.

"Oh, fuck I'm full, Daddy," she moaned as I held the toy against her. I could feel her juices leak over my fingers.

"Not yet," I grunted through gritted teeth pulling back then shoving forward again, hard. This time I had sank in completely, thankful that she had been training for me.

I held her there for a moment before I began to fuck her properly, my hips slapping into her ass with each thrust. She was getting loud now, moaning as she was stimulated by my cock in her ass and the toy on her clit.

"Cover your mouth," I told her. "Someone will hear!"

She grabbed her pillow and pushed her face into it, her voice muffled by the sack of feathers.

I was lost, the feeling of her tight ass squeezing my cock as I pummeled her. I could feel her squirming under me and pressed the toy hard against her clit.

"Oh fuck, daddy," she cried, voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm cumming, oh fuck I'm cumming."

I didn't relent as she came, her legs quaking as she climaxed. I continued to fuck her needing the tight clamp or her ass on me.

That was when I head a knock at the door.

"Guys?" Kristen said. "The doors locked! Are you almost done?"

Despite my wife just being on the other side of the door I couldn't stop.

"Almost," I called out. "We had to put the old dresser against the door to make room. It's blocked. We must have locked it accidentally! I'll move it when we are done. I'm almost there...I mean done."

"Ok," she said. "Hurry up."

"I will," I grunted and sped my thrusts even more.

"I'm close," I told Jenny, who was still groaning under me.

"In my ass," she gasped. "Fill my ass, Daddy."

That was enough. I gripped her hips and hauled her against me, shoving as deep as I could, releasing my pent up load directly into her. I groaned as I came again and again before falling forward on her back, gasping for breath.

"Oh, thank you daddy," Jenny said. "Thank you so much."

Once I had caught my breath I pulled out of her, and saw the gaping hole of her ass slowly closing costs dribbling cum. I reached down and grabbed her plug and pushed it into her. It went past her ring with a pop, sealing most of my cum inside her asshole.

"I want you to spend the rest of the night with my cum inside of you," I told her, kissing her hard.

I looked at my watch and knew we had already spent too much time up here. I shoved my cock back into my jeans and stood. I looked in her vanity mirror. I was sweaty and disheveled. I straightened up as best I could before we both headed down to the family, her with my seed inside of her, plug holding it in.

"Looks like it was a big job, Mark," Hank said when he saw me.

"Oh," Jenny said smiling. "It was plenty big."

The whole family was sitting in their living room and Hank stood to make his announcement.

"So, I'm finally selling my business and retiring," he said. We were all surprised. He loved working. "I am finally ready to relax. We have also decided to sell our house and move to British Columbia!"

This was a shock. It was the other side of the country.

"What about my school?" Jenny asked, upset. "I live here too! And I have..." she glanced at me, "kind of a boyfriend!"

This was news to me. I had thought that we were just messing around. I was not sure what I thought about that.

"Well," Hank said. "You have two options. You can rent an apartment. I'll help you pay for it. But I was talking to Kristen and she had a different idea. Why don't you stay with her and Mark in one of their bedrooms?"

I looked at Kristen, surprised.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just found out tonight. It's up to you of course. But if you don't mind my little sister being around it would help the whole family. What do you say?"

I swallowed.

"I'm...ok with that I guess." I said.

My life was about to get even more complicated.

To be continued...

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Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 05 - Incest/Taboo

SIL Moves in and they can't keep their hands off each other.

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Chapter 5

When I learned that Jenny, my wife's 19 year old younger sister was moving in with us when their father moved to the other side of the country I was both ecstatic and terrified. I was 40 years old, more than twice her age, but we had been having a secret affair for months at that point. The last time I had seen her in person I had fucked her ass in her bedroom while my wife, Kristen, and the rest of the family were downstairs.

I could not help myself. Jenny was hot. She had nice full breasts, a great ass, curly hair and a tight young body. She teased me and seduced me despite my protests until finally I was a willing participant in the situation.

I could not imagine being able to keep my hands off the young girl. I had resigned myself to that. She wanted me and I wanted her. The problem was the risk. We had already been insanely reckless. The ass fuck was the least of it. The first time had been in the backseat of a car, her jerking me off with my wife in the front. We did not have a track record of being careful.

It took a few weeks for everything to get arranged, for my father in law to complete the sale of his house and move and for Jenny's things to be delivered to my place. In that time Jenny and I had no opportunity to meet in person but she did continue to send me photos and videos and we continued to chat on the phone. I was in a near constant state of arousal, thinking of her arrival.

The day finally came and when my wife and I heard her sister dive up to our house I hurried out to meet her and get her stuff. Kristen seemed amused at my rush and followed behind me a few paces back.

Jenny got out of her car and, seeing her sister, restrained herself from being inappropriate. She gave me a brief, but chaste hug and kissed me lightly on my cheek. She was wearing a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a short skirt.

"Thanks for this, Mark," she said loud enough for my wife to hear. Then whispered in my ear, "I'll thank you properly later, daddy."

Just hearing her call me daddy made me instantly hard. I grabbed her bag, the last of her stuff she was bringing with her and held it in front of my crotch to hide my arousal.

Jenny went and hugged and kissed my wife as well, thanking her too.

"It's ok, Jenny," Kristen said. "We are happy to have you. And wait until you see your room! Mark's been working on it all week!"

Jenny looked back at me.

"Oh," she said. "Will you show me my room?"

"Of course he will," Kristen said. "He'll even carry your stuff down there for you, won't you Mark?"

I pretended to be annoyed at this and began carrying her bag down the stairs that were just inside the door.

I actually had been working hard to get the room ready. Originally Kristen had said that we would simply put Jenny up in the spare room on the second floor down the hall from us. At first I had loved the idea of Jenny being so close but I had second thoughts. If I was going to secretly fuck the girl, and I had every intention of doing just that, as often as I could, I did not want any chance of us being heard.

Instead I argued that a young woman like Jenny would want more privacy. I worked hard and quickly to build a bedroom in our basement. With the third bathroom being down there it was almost a little apartment. I also argued that when Jenny left, if we wanted a bit more money we could build a little kitchen and then we could rent it out as a one bedroom apartment. Kelsey saw the logic in all of this and agreed.

The fact that the area beside the new room was where I had a TV and my gaming setup was, for me, a bonus. I had plenty of reason to hang out down there.

Kristen said that she wanted to start supper. She was making a welcome meal for her sister. She told me to take Jenny down and show her her space. I happily complied and the two of us hurried down.

As soon as we got into the bedroom I tossed her bag onto her bed and she threw herself into my arms. I caught her and held her up, kissing her passionately for a few minutes before we broke the kiss.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks, Daddy," she said.

"Me too, baby," I said.

My hard cock was pressed against her sex and as I held her, my hands holding her up by her round ass, she was grinding herself against me.

I stepped forward and dropped her on the bed and climbed up between her legs, pushing the skirt up to reveal black lace panties.

"Do you have time to fuck me, Daddy?" She asked biting her lower lip, eyes begging me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as I pressed my fingers agaonst her sex, pushing the fabric between the lips of her pussy, feeling the heat there. "I wish we did but I don't think so. Kristen will wonder what we are doing down here."

She pushed herself against my fingers and pouted.

"Well, kiss me again at least," she demanded and I couldn't resist and moved forward to lay atop of her and kissed her again.

Her hand went between us and she gripped my cock through my jeans.

"Oh I love your cock," she said and I felt her undo the button and unzip my jeans. She had clever hands, that was for sure. She reached inside and pulled out my fully hard cock. My 7.5 inch, thick cock filled her hand as she stroked it.

I moaned quietly as her soft hand pulled on me, rubbing the swollen head against her lace clad pussy.

"Just for a second," she whined and used my cock to push her panties to the side and rub the head between her lips and over her clit. "I need you inside me, even if only for a second."

I was in no state to argue with her, my mind lost in the pleasures of her wet sex rubbing against my throbbing manhood. She shifted herself and I felt my cock push between her lips and into her canal, as she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me into her.

She groaned with pleasure as I filled her, her already soaking cunt ready for me.

"I was rubbing myself the whole drive over here thinking about this," she whispered in my ear. "Oh fuck I neeeed this."

I began to stroke in and out of her, kissing her, trailing them down her jawline and her neck. She was already moaning quietly and I was very happy that I had included sound dampening insulation in the ceiling when I built the room.

It was hard to measure time when I was lost to the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her, her hot pussy seeming to grip me as I fucked her. It could only, however, been a few minutes before I could hear Kelsey shout down the stairs that she wanted some help in the kitchen.

"Fuck," I groaned and pulled back, my cock sliding out of her. I rolled onto my back and my member lay against my stomach, hard as a rock and glistening with Jenny's juices.

"We'll be right there," Jenny called out her door. "He's just showing me how to work the TV down here!"

She looked at me exasperated. Her curly brown hair was slightly mussed and her clothing was a bit out of sorts but she didn't look too disheveled. She looked sadly at my cock.

"Oh I hate to leave you like that," she said. "And you are too messy. Let me take care of that."

She leaned over and, gripping me at the base and sucked my cock into her mouth, quickly sliding down it until her nose bumped my stomach, taking me into her throat. She slowly sucked her way up, inch by inch revealing me until the head came out of her mouth with a 'pop'!

"Later," she said. "I promise."

I groaned with frustration and quickly stuffed myself back into my pants. The two of us headed upstairs to help with supper.

The meal and the evening after felt long and excruciating. Every time Jenny and I's eyes met a spark of lust and sexual tension arced between us. My cock was never less than half hard and my balls ached with a need to release.

The conversation over the meal, a simple pasta dish, was normal, never hinting at the need that Jenny and I were feeling for one another.

We chatted about Jenny's school, food, TV shows. The boring and comfortable stuff that makes up talk around a table over dinner.

I was briefly afraid that Jenny was going to repeat the move she made the other night, when she stroked my cock with her foot under the table while surrounded by her family but she refrained. We did not use a tablecloth so it would have been insanity if she had tried but sometimes I did not trust her restraint.

After we ate Jenny volunteered to do the dishes.

"It's the least I can do," she said, gathering up the plates. "You guys are hosting me, made me supper. I can do the dishes. You have a dishwasher anyway so it's really only the big stuff."

"That's really nice of you, Jenny," Kristen said. "I hate cleaning up after supper so that's a relief actually. Mark, you should help her. Go dry and it will go faster. We should watch a movie after you guys are done."

Had misgivings but stood up to help clear the table and, after Jenny had filled the sink and started washing. Kristen went into the living room.

The way my house was set up there was the kitchen on one side of the house, with cupboards and counters running along the wall, a window looking out to the side yard above the sink. The counter turned and there was the stovetop and over and then turned again to form a wide breakfast bar/ counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area. A wide, doorless opening led to the foyer and across from it was a matching one that led to the living room.

So where Kelsey sat on the couch flicking through channels with the remote, she could look up and see right into the kitchen. She could see the upper parts of our bodies but we were hidden from her from the waist down.

Jenny and I stood at the sink, our backs to my wife, shoulder to shoulder. Jenny quickly washed the few dishes that didn't go in the dishwasher and I efficiently dried them and piled them to the side to put away.

Just standing this close to her had me aroused, remembering that about an hour ago I had had my cock completely buried in her young pussy. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, enjoying the view of her firm breast moving as she worked.

She finished washing the last pot and handed it to me but did not pull the plug to the sink. She glanced back over her shoulder and grinned when she saw that Kristen wasn't paying attention.

She dried her hands and then reached over and down, gripping my cock through my jeans and squeezed. I winced and groaned under my breath. My manhood was raging and needed attention from her.

She began to jerk me off, hand on the outside of my jeans, slowly sliding the material over the hard cock. I let my hand drop below the counter and pushed my fingers between her legs, under her skirt pressing the fabric of her panties between the lips of her pussy. It was already damp and she sighed quietly as I began to rub her.

I don't know how long we stood there like that, our backs to my wife, using our hands to quietly pleasure one another. I wanted nothing more than to spin her, push her face down on the counter, jam myself into her and fuck bet as hard as I could. I retained just enough presence of mind to avoid that, however.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes Kristen called from the living room.

"Are you almost done? Let's watch a movie! Bring wine! Let's celebrate Jenny's arrival!"

"I'm not even close to being done," I muttered under my breath, pushing my finger against Jenny's hard clit. She giggled and shook her head, stepping away from me.

"Just finished," she answered her sister and walked into the living room. I groaned quietly and adjusted my bulge to hide it as best I could. I had a feeling that this was going to be a regular occurance.

I grabbed a bottle of wine and three glasses and headed into the living room.

Kristen chose the movie we would watch. It was some kind of romantic comedy, something I would never choose for myself but I was fine with it.

When I walked into the living room the two sisters were sitting on either end of our couch. I for very obvious reasons, very much wanted to join them, but was concerned for other very obvious reasons. Jenny's eyes danced with mischievousness.

"Come sir between us," Kristen demanded, patting the couch beside her. "Bring on the wine!"

I saw possible problems with the seating arrangement but I had no choice to sit down between the two women. I settled in and Jenny grabbed the wine bottle and poured glasses for the three of us. I noticed that her an my glasses were filled normally but Kristen's looked pretty full.

The movie started predictably and progressed in much the same way. Girl meets guy. They don't get along. Then they do. Then they don't. And on and on. Honestly, I was having trouble paying any attention to the movie at all.

Beside me Jenny had leaned back, giving me an amazing view of her chest, the nipples standing out hard pushing at the fabric. I couldn't help stealing glances. The way she smirked I could tell she knew and was enjoying showing off. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs as well, showing me almost every inch of her smooth legs.

As the movie went on Jenny made sure to keep topping up our glasses of wine. She would splash a bit into my glass and hers and fill Kristen's almost to the brim. Before the first act was done we were on our second bottle, with my wife drinking most of it.

Kristen was having a great time, never noticing the glances I stole at her sister or the semi hard cock I had hidden in my jeans. She was laughing loudly at the feeble jokes in the film and, as we were finishing the second bottle she was slurring her words.

She seemed to think that we were all drinking like she was and was laughing about how silly we were being getting this drunk. Jenny and I, who had barely been drinking at all, chuckled to one another.

The movie was about two thirds finished when Jenny got up and opened a third bottle.

"Oh, no," Kristen said, her head lolling from side to side a bit. "I don't know if we should drink any more..."

"C'mon, sis," Jenny laughed. "It's a celebration! Let's have some fun!" When she said that last she made strong eye contact with me and smirked.

"Ah, what the hell," Kristen said. "Why not?"

"It's cold in here," Jenny said. "Why do you keep it so cold?"

She was not wrong. Kristen had this thing. In the summer she would turn the AC up so high that it was frigid in the house. Often I would have to wear sweaters in order to be comfortable. In the winter she kept it so warm that I wore tank tops and shorts.

"Just get a blanket," Kristen slurred. "Share it with us."

Jenny grinned and grabbed a blanket and brought it to the couch and, this time, after filling Kristen's glass once more, snuggled up against me and covered the three of us with a blanket.

Her left hand was above the blanket but the other one went straight to rest on my thigh. I could feel her breasts pressed against my shoulder. My cock sprang to attention but the blanket did a good job covering up the lump. I looked over at my wife but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyelids looked heavy and her head was nodding.

"This is much better," Jenny said, sliding her hand up my thigh, excruciatingly slowly towards my crotch. "Much cozier."

"Mmm," Kristen agreed and took a sip of her wine, almost spilling the glass when she set it down. "Ya. Cozy. Don' let me fall 'sleep," she muttered to me.

"Ok," I said. "I won't."

Under the blanket Jenny's hand had reached my hard cock and gripped it, ever so gently beginning to stroke it on the outside of my jeans. At that moment I wished I had been wearing sweatpants or something that would give her easier access.

My own hand slid under the blanket and between her thighs. I pushed upwards along the smooth skin to her crotch and I hooked the thin panties with my fingers, pulling them to the side, exposing her pussy under the blanket.

I could feel Jenny's fingers fiddling with the button of my jeans and, once she had opened them, popping the button fly one at a time until my cock popped out into her waiting hand.

I looked over at my wife and saw that her head had rolled back against the couch and she was now asleep. Usually when she was drunk she was a very heavy sleeper so I hoped she would stay under.

Still what her sister and I were doing was insane and dangerous but that only made me harder in her hand. Her fingers wrapped around me and began to stroke, sliding my foreskin back and forth over my swollen purple head, pre-cum smearing across it.

I slid my finger between her lips, stroking the ultra soft skin there, from her vagina to her clit, the wetness coating the tip of my finger before rubbing the nub making her moan quietly.

"Shhh," I hissed as silently as I could, glancing at my wife. She still didn't seem to notice or rouse from her slumber.

Jenny gripped my cock harder and began to steadily pump it, my foreskin sliding back and forth over the swollen purple head, my pre-cum providing plenty of lubrication for the movements.

I pushed two fingers into my sister in law's already wet pussy, hooking them and stroking along the upper wall of her canal with each downward pull. Together we matched each other's movements.

Jenny's hand moved up along her torso, over her breast and she gripped her own hard nipple and began to pinch and tug at it. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. Her breathing was speeding up.

My own breathing was heavier as the sensation of her soft young hand on my member sent shivers from the base of my cock into me. The combination of the feeling with the ridiculous risk we were taking was sending me close to my edge faster than normal.

Jenny moaned again, louder this time, and Kristen stirred beside us. We both froze for a moment, then my wife settled back into her sleep.

I leaned closer to Jenny, my mouth beside her ear and whispered, my voice badly more than breath against her lobe.

"I'm close."

"Me too," she whispered back. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, daddy."

My fingers sped up inside of her, stroking her quickly, my thumb pressed firmly against her hard clit, rubbing. Faint wet sounds of my digits slipping in and out of her sex were hidden by the sound of the movie playing. To me the room smelled of her sex.

The way she expertly stroked me, however, meant I could not stop. It felt too good. Too right, despite being so fucking wrong.

Her breathing sped up, sharp inhales through her nose as she clamped her mouth shut to stifle her sounds. Finally, her legs clamped around my hand, pinning it there between her legs, fingers deep inside of her. Her back arched as her muscles clenched, ass rising off of the couch, pushing my fingers deeper into her. She gasped several times before her breathing began to slow.

While she came on my hand, with her sister just feet away from her, her hand never left my cock, but it did stop stroking, just gripping me through her climax. Now that she was coming down she began to strike again.

"Tell me when," she whispered as her hand sped up. "Tell me when you are going to cum for me, daddy."

Her calling me daddy, being this close to my sleeping wife, it did not take long to push me to my very edge.

"Now," I said after a few more minutes. "Now."

I was not thinking clearly. I suppose I may have expected her to catch my cum in her hand, but honestly, at that moment, I was not thinking about the logistics of the situation.

Jenny had a plan, however. When I said that, she quickly but quietly slipped off of the couch and pushed the blanket back off of my lap. My hard cock stood proud and erect, throbbing in her hand. She moved between my thighs and quickly lowered her mouth to engulf me.

My eyes went wide and I looked over at my wife. Still asleep on the couch beside me. She looked very peaceful, innocent, even and I felt a deep pang of guilt. That was pushed from my mind however as my cock slid into Jenny's warm, wet mouth. She sucked me into her, tongue working the bottom of my shaft, taking me deep, until my cock head bumped her throat. She pulled back, sucking hard, if quietly, almost the full length of my shaft before pushing down again. She kept her pretty brown eyes locked on mine the entire time she sucked my to completion beside her sister.

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It felt like she expertly sucked me for a long time but it could not have been more than a few up and down strokes of her mouth before I came.

It was terrifyingly dangerous. If Kristen opened her eyes and looked over at us she would have seen me with my jeans open, cock buried in the mouth of her sister. It was too much and finally I came, groaning as quietly as I could as I released my pent up climax into her waiting mouth.

Jenny's eyes crinkled with a smile that was hidden by my cock in her mouth as I flooded her eager mouth with spurt after spurt of my seed. My cock throbbed and twitched inside of her and some cum leaked out between her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Finally I stopped cumming and she sucked me clean before pulling back, pulling the blanket back over me and standing up.

"Well," she said, "I should get to bed. Good night."

She left the room, and I sat there gasping quietly, recovering my breath. Eventually I calmed down enough to put my cock away and look down at my sleeping wife, who had remained oblivious to the whole encounter.

I woke Kristen, who moaned drunkenly. I threw her arm over my shoulder and half walked, half carried her to our bed and got in beside her and fell asleep myself, both appalled and pleased with myself at the same time.

The next morning Kristen had a terrible hangover. She had drank the bulk of the three bottles we had opened the night before and she moaned that she felt like she was going to die.

"I don't know how you are fine," she complained. "It's not fair!"

"So you don't want breakfast?" I teased.

"Fuck no!" She exclaimed. "I'm gonna go back to sleep and maybe never wake up!"

I chuckled and headed down to the kitchen to make coffee and eat some toast.

I had made coffee, buttered some toast and sat down at the counter on one of the raised stools with my iPad to read the news when Jenny came up from her room in the basement.

"Morning, daddy," she said smiling. I could not help but smile back at her.

I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the young girl who walked into the kitchen. She was wearing only long tee shirt as a nightly, her toned legs bare from just below the cheeks of her full ass. Her pert breasts pushed at the thin fabric and I could make just make out the dark circles of her brownish nipples through the thin fabric. Her nipples seemed to be already hard and they tented out the fabric in small bumps.

She didn't have on any makeup but her naturally plump darker lips looked perfect and kissable, her brown eyes danced as they looked at me. Her thick, curly brown hair was held back from her round face by a simple band of fabric. Light freckles were sprinkled across her cute nose and round cheeks.

"Good morning, Jenny," I said. "How did you sleep?"

She went to the other side of the counter and grabbed the pot of coffee. She had to reach up into the cupboard above to grab a mug and her nightie pulled up over the globes of her full ass, revealing a lack of panties. My cock was already swelling in my thin pajama pants.

"I slept ok," she said smiling at me over the rim of her mug. "It was a bit lonely. But at least I had a snack before bed."

"Ah," I said. "That is good."

"Still," she pouted slightly. "I could have used more?"

"More?"

"Always more, daddy," she said.

I grinned at her.

"Where is Kristen?" She asked me.

"She's not feeling well," I said. I stood, my cock making a tent in the front of my pants. I began to walk around the counter to join her on her side. "She says she is going back to sleep and will stay in bed."

"Oh," Jenny said and put down her coffee. She leaned back against the counter, arching her back slightly, making her breasts push against the fabric. "So what are we going to do then?"

"I don't know," I said stepping up to her and raising my hand, pushing it into her hair, gripping a handful of the curly brown locks at the back of her head, pulling her face to mine, our lips meeting.

My tongue pushed into her mouth and hers danced against mine as we kissed passionately there in the kitchen. My cock pressed against her stomach, her hard nipples rubbed against my chest through the thin layers of material between us.

"Whatever we want to do, I guess," I said when we finally broke our kiss.

"Oh," she said as her hands trailed down my chest to grip my cock between us. "You know what I want?"

"What is that?" I asked as I gripped the long shirt she was wearing and dragged it up, making her beautiful full breasts bounce as they were pulled up then dropped free. I pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor beside us.

Jenny hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants and shoved down, freeing my swollen cock and gripped it in her hand.

"I want my Daddy to fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I gripped her shoulders and turned her to face away from me, her stomach pressed against the counter. I kissed the back of her neck and she arched her back towards me. Her hand was still on my cock and she was trying to pull it towards her cunt but I took her wrist and pulled it away.

"Put your hands on the counter, Jenny," I said. She complied and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?" She asked.

"That depends," I said. "Do you really want me to?"

"Yes!"

I pulled my hand back and suddenly slapped hard against her left cheek, watching the flesh ripple from the impact, leaving a red welt in the shape of my hand. She yelped and I smiled.

"Don't make too much noise, Jenny," I said and slapped the other cheek as hard as the first one. She squeezed this time, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound.

"If you want me to fuck you," I said, pushing my hand between her legs, which she spread slightly to give me better access, "you need to say please."

My fingers found the folds of her pussy and pushed between them, finding her already wet and ready for me. Jenny moaned quietly as my fingers slid along her slit, and lightly dipped into her.

"Will you fuck me, daddy?"

I slapped her ass again, harder this time and and she leaned forward, presenting her ass to me.

"Say please, Jenny," I said, pushing one finger into her greedy cunt. . "Beg me."

"Oh, fuck, daddy," she said, breathing heavy now. "Please, please fuck me. Make me your slut, daddy. I need you!"

Behind her back I grinned and gripped my cock at the base, moving forward and lining myself up with her. I looked down at my swollen cock as I shoved forward, pushing myself into her to the base of my cock in one thrust.

I grunted with pleasure as I felt her hot wet sex envelop me. Jenny moaned with pleasure and pushed herself back, getting me as deep into herself as she could.

"Oh fuck daddy," she said, breathlessly. "Fuck you fill me up. Fuck me please. I'm your little slut and I need you to fuck me."

I dipped my hips, drawing back. Jenny tried to move with me to keep me inside of her but I placed one hand on the small of her back, keeping her against the counter.

"Ok, Jenny," I said. "Since you asked like a good girl..."

Suddenly I slammed my hips forward, slapping my hips into her ass piercing her as deep as I could. She gasped in her breath and I instantly pulled back and slammed forward again. And again. As I fucked Jenny as hard as I could, the kitchen filled with the sounds of my grunts, muffled squeaks from her each time I sank j to her, and the wet sound of my cock in her pussy.

"Cover your fucking mouth," I said, my voice almost a snarl, concerned that as she got louder and louder the sounds would carry upstairs to the room where my wife was hopefully sleeping. Jenny clamped both hands over her mouth as she struggled to contain her moans.

My fingers were digging into the flesh of her hips as I used them to shove her away then drag her back. Her body was now splayed across the counter, her full breasts dragging back and forth as I fucked her like a crazed animal, needing, after the two days of teasing and playing, to truly own her.

At that moment, lost in the carnal act of dominating the girl under me, all thought of my wife, just one floor away, left my mind. I was fully focused on the body below me, and my need to use it, to fuck it, to dump my seed in it.

"Gonna...fuck...shit... gonna cum..." Jenny gasped, cheek pressed against the counter.

"Good," I grunted, not slowing my assult. "Cum on my cock. Cum like a whore!"

"Oh...oh...oh...fuck...fuck...fuckfuckfuck..." she managed before losing her voice to moans. I reached around, covering her mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds, pulling back and catching her back, pushing as deep into her as I could and holding her there as she came.

The walls of her cunt clamped around my member and quivered as she climaxed, moaning into my hand over her mouth. I could feel her juices soaking my pelvis, my upper thighs as she came.

Finally her breathing began to slow as she gasped for breath, recovering. I chuckled and pulled out of her, my cock shining with her juices, bouncing free, the head an angry purple, needing to be back inside of her.

I flipped her onto her back and dragged her ass to the edge of the counter, barely pausing before slamming myself back into her.

One hand on her hip, pulling her against me, the other grabbing her throat, tilting her head so that she looked me in the eye as I began to fuck her afain.

I could hear our bodies slap together, and smell the scent of our lovemaking coming up from between us. My hips hammered forward, again and again as I took her as my own.

Her cheeks and chest were flushed and her lips pouted at me as our bodies met again and again. It was getting to be too much and I knew I was going to cum very soon.

"I'm close," I let her know.

"Please, Daddy," she begged. "Cum in me. Fill me up. Pleeeease!"

That final please was enough to get me over my edge and I groaned as I began to climax. I could feel a blast of hot cum release into her, and heard her cry out as the feeling made her cum on my cock again.

"Oh fuck," I gasped as I continued to move in her, using her quivering pussy to milk my member as I continued to cum in her.

Finally, spent, I fell forward, dropping my head on her shoulder, my cock still twitching out the last of my climax into her. I was gasping for breath, slowly coming back to my senses.

I stepped back, my still hard cock slipping out of her, a trickle of cum following it. I chuckled, looking at the disheveled state of her, cheeks flushed, body exposed, lips quivering. I leaned forward and kissed her again.

"You should get dressed," I said and I pulled up my pajama pants.

"Oh, fuck," she said reaching for her shirt. "You gonna fuck me like that every morning?"

I smiled.

"As often as I can," I said. And I did for as long as I could.

To be concluded….Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 05 - Incest/Taboo

SIL Moves in and they can't keep their hands off each other.

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Chapter 5

When I learned that Jenny, my wife's 19 year old younger sister was moving in with us when their father moved to the other side of the country I was both ecstatic and terrified. I was 40 years old, more than twice her age, but we had been having a secret affair for months at that point. The last time I had seen her in person I had fucked her ass in her bedroom while my wife, Kristen, and the rest of the family were downstairs.

I could not help myself. Jenny was hot. She had nice full breasts, a great ass, curly hair and a tight young body. She teased me and seduced me despite my protests until finally I was a willing participant in the situation.

I could not imagine being able to keep my hands off the young girl. I had resigned myself to that. She wanted me and I wanted her. The problem was the risk. We had already been insanely reckless. The ass fuck was the least of it. The first time had been in the backseat of a car, her jerking me off with my wife in the front. We did not have a track record of being careful.

It took a few weeks for everything to get arranged, for my father in law to complete the sale of his house and move and for Jenny's things to be delivered to my place. In that time Jenny and I had no opportunity to meet in person but she did continue to send me photos and videos and we continued to chat on the phone. I was in a near constant state of arousal, thinking of her arrival.

The day finally came and when my wife and I heard her sister dive up to our house I hurried out to meet her and get her stuff. Kristen seemed amused at my rush and followed behind me a few paces back.

Jenny got out of her car and, seeing her sister, restrained herself from being inappropriate. She gave me a brief, but chaste hug and kissed me lightly on my cheek. She was wearing a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a short skirt.

"Thanks for this, Mark," she said loud enough for my wife to hear. Then whispered in my ear, "I'll thank you properly later, daddy."

Just hearing her call me daddy made me instantly hard. I grabbed her bag, the last of her stuff she was bringing with her and held it in front of my crotch to hide my arousal.

Jenny went and hugged and kissed my wife as well, thanking her too.

"It's ok, Jenny," Kristen said. "We are happy to have you. And wait until you see your room! Mark's been working on it all week!"

Jenny looked back at me.

"Oh," she said. "Will you show me my room?"

"Of course he will," Kristen said. "He'll even carry your stuff down there for you, won't you Mark?"

I pretended to be annoyed at this and began carrying her bag down the stairs that were just inside the door.

I actually had been working hard to get the room ready. Originally Kristen had said that we would simply put Jenny up in the spare room on the second floor down the hall from us. At first I had loved the idea of Jenny being so close but I had second thoughts. If I was going to secretly fuck the girl, and I had every intention of doing just that, as often as I could, I did not want any chance of us being heard.

Instead I argued that a young woman like Jenny would want more privacy. I worked hard and quickly to build a bedroom in our basement. With the third bathroom being down there it was almost a little apartment. I also argued that when Jenny left, if we wanted a bit more money we could build a little kitchen and then we could rent it out as a one bedroom apartment. Kelsey saw the logic in all of this and agreed.

The fact that the area beside the new room was where I had a TV and my gaming setup was, for me, a bonus. I had plenty of reason to hang out down there.

Kristen said that she wanted to start supper. She was making a welcome meal for her sister. She told me to take Jenny down and show her her space. I happily complied and the two of us hurried down.

As soon as we got into the bedroom I tossed her bag onto her bed and she threw herself into my arms. I caught her and held her up, kissing her passionately for a few minutes before we broke the kiss.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks, Daddy," she said.

"Me too, baby," I said.

My hard cock was pressed against her sex and as I held her, my hands holding her up by her round ass, she was grinding herself against me.

I stepped forward and dropped her on the bed and climbed up between her legs, pushing the skirt up to reveal black lace panties.

"Do you have time to fuck me, Daddy?" She asked biting her lower lip, eyes begging me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as I pressed my fingers agaonst her sex, pushing the fabric between the lips of her pussy, feeling the heat there. "I wish we did but I don't think so. Kristen will wonder what we are doing down here."

She pushed herself against my fingers and pouted.

"Well, kiss me again at least," she demanded and I couldn't resist and moved forward to lay atop of her and kissed her again.

Her hand went between us and she gripped my cock through my jeans.

"Oh I love your cock," she said and I felt her undo the button and unzip my jeans. She had clever hands, that was for sure. She reached inside and pulled out my fully hard cock. My 7.5 inch, thick cock filled her hand as she stroked it.

I moaned quietly as her soft hand pulled on me, rubbing the swollen head against her lace clad pussy.

"Just for a second," she whined and used my cock to push her panties to the side and rub the head between her lips and over her clit. "I need you inside me, even if only for a second."

I was in no state to argue with her, my mind lost in the pleasures of her wet sex rubbing against my throbbing manhood. She shifted herself and I felt my cock push between her lips and into her canal, as she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me into her.

She groaned with pleasure as I filled her, her already soaking cunt ready for me.

"I was rubbing myself the whole drive over here thinking about this," she whispered in my ear. "Oh fuck I neeeed this."

I began to stroke in and out of her, kissing her, trailing them down her jawline and her neck. She was already moaning quietly and I was very happy that I had included sound dampening insulation in the ceiling when I built the room.

It was hard to measure time when I was lost to the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her, her hot pussy seeming to grip me as I fucked her. It could only, however, been a few minutes before I could hear Kelsey shout down the stairs that she wanted some help in the kitchen.

"Fuck," I groaned and pulled back, my cock sliding out of her. I rolled onto my back and my member lay against my stomach, hard as a rock and glistening with Jenny's juices.

"We'll be right there," Jenny called out her door. "He's just showing me how to work the TV down here!"

She looked at me exasperated. Her curly brown hair was slightly mussed and her clothing was a bit out of sorts but she didn't look too disheveled. She looked sadly at my cock.

"Oh I hate to leave you like that," she said. "And you are too messy. Let me take care of that."

She leaned over and, gripping me at the base and sucked my cock into her mouth, quickly sliding down it until her nose bumped my stomach, taking me into her throat. She slowly sucked her way up, inch by inch revealing me until the head came out of her mouth with a 'pop'!

"Later," she said. "I promise."

I groaned with frustration and quickly stuffed myself back into my pants. The two of us headed upstairs to help with supper.

The meal and the evening after felt long and excruciating. Every time Jenny and I's eyes met a spark of lust and sexual tension arced between us. My cock was never less than half hard and my balls ached with a need to release.

The conversation over the meal, a simple pasta dish, was normal, never hinting at the need that Jenny and I were feeling for one another.

We chatted about Jenny's school, food, TV shows. The boring and comfortable stuff that makes up talk around a table over dinner.

I was briefly afraid that Jenny was going to repeat the move she made the other night, when she stroked my cock with her foot under the table while surrounded by her family but she refrained. We did not use a tablecloth so it would have been insanity if she had tried but sometimes I did not trust her restraint.

After we ate Jenny volunteered to do the dishes.

"It's the least I can do," she said, gathering up the plates. "You guys are hosting me, made me supper. I can do the dishes. You have a dishwasher anyway so it's really only the big stuff."

"That's really nice of you, Jenny," Kristen said. "I hate cleaning up after supper so that's a relief actually. Mark, you should help her. Go dry and it will go faster. We should watch a movie after you guys are done."

Had misgivings but stood up to help clear the table and, after Jenny had filled the sink and started washing. Kristen went into the living room.

The way my house was set up there was the kitchen on one side of the house, with cupboards and counters running along the wall, a window looking out to the side yard above the sink. The counter turned and there was the stovetop and over and then turned again to form a wide breakfast bar/ counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area. A wide, doorless opening led to the foyer and across from it was a matching one that led to the living room.

So where Kelsey sat on the couch flicking through channels with the remote, she could look up and see right into the kitchen. She could see the upper parts of our bodies but we were hidden from her from the waist down.

Jenny and I stood at the sink, our backs to my wife, shoulder to shoulder. Jenny quickly washed the few dishes that didn't go in the dishwasher and I efficiently dried them and piled them to the side to put away.

Just standing this close to her had me aroused, remembering that about an hour ago I had had my cock completely buried in her young pussy. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, enjoying the view of her firm breast moving as she worked.

She finished washing the last pot and handed it to me but did not pull the plug to the sink. She glanced back over her shoulder and grinned when she saw that Kristen wasn't paying attention.

She dried her hands and then reached over and down, gripping my cock through my jeans and squeezed. I winced and groaned under my breath. My manhood was raging and needed attention from her.

She began to jerk me off, hand on the outside of my jeans, slowly sliding the material over the hard cock. I let my hand drop below the counter and pushed my fingers between her legs, under her skirt pressing the fabric of her panties between the lips of her pussy. It was already damp and she sighed quietly as I began to rub her.

I don't know how long we stood there like that, our backs to my wife, using our hands to quietly pleasure one another. I wanted nothing more than to spin her, push her face down on the counter, jam myself into her and fuck bet as hard as I could. I retained just enough presence of mind to avoid that, however.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes Kristen called from the living room.

"Are you almost done? Let's watch a movie! Bring wine! Let's celebrate Jenny's arrival!"

"I'm not even close to being done," I muttered under my breath, pushing my finger against Jenny's hard clit. She giggled and shook her head, stepping away from me.

"Just finished," she answered her sister and walked into the living room. I groaned quietly and adjusted my bulge to hide it as best I could. I had a feeling that this was going to be a regular occurance.

I grabbed a bottle of wine and three glasses and headed into the living room.

Kristen chose the movie we would watch. It was some kind of romantic comedy, something I would never choose for myself but I was fine with it.

When I walked into the living room the two sisters were sitting on either end of our couch. I for very obvious reasons, very much wanted to join them, but was concerned for other very obvious reasons. Jenny's eyes danced with mischievousness.

"Come sir between us," Kristen demanded, patting the couch beside her. "Bring on the wine!"

I saw possible problems with the seating arrangement but I had no choice to sit down between the two women. I settled in and Jenny grabbed the wine bottle and poured glasses for the three of us. I noticed that her an my glasses were filled normally but Kristen's looked pretty full.

The movie started predictably and progressed in much the same way. Girl meets guy. They don't get along. Then they do. Then they don't. And on and on. Honestly, I was having trouble paying any attention to the movie at all.

Beside me Jenny had leaned back, giving me an amazing view of her chest, the nipples standing out hard pushing at the fabric. I couldn't help stealing glances. The way she smirked I could tell she knew and was enjoying showing off. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs as well, showing me almost every inch of her smooth legs.

As the movie went on Jenny made sure to keep topping up our glasses of wine. She would splash a bit into my glass and hers and fill Kristen's almost to the brim. Before the first act was done we were on our second bottle, with my wife drinking most of it.

Kristen was having a great time, never noticing the glances I stole at her sister or the semi hard cock I had hidden in my jeans. She was laughing loudly at the feeble jokes in the film and, as we were finishing the second bottle she was slurring her words.

She seemed to think that we were all drinking like she was and was laughing about how silly we were being getting this drunk. Jenny and I, who had barely been drinking at all, chuckled to one another.

The movie was about two thirds finished when Jenny got up and opened a third bottle.

"Oh, no," Kristen said, her head lolling from side to side a bit. "I don't know if we should drink any more..."

"C'mon, sis," Jenny laughed. "It's a celebration! Let's have some fun!" When she said that last she made strong eye contact with me and smirked.

"Ah, what the hell," Kristen said. "Why not?"

"It's cold in here," Jenny said. "Why do you keep it so cold?"

She was not wrong. Kristen had this thing. In the summer she would turn the AC up so high that it was frigid in the house. Often I would have to wear sweaters in order to be comfortable. In the winter she kept it so warm that I wore tank tops and shorts.

"Just get a blanket," Kristen slurred. "Share it with us."

Jenny grinned and grabbed a blanket and brought it to the couch and, this time, after filling Kristen's glass once more, snuggled up against me and covered the three of us with a blanket.

Her left hand was above the blanket but the other one went straight to rest on my thigh. I could feel her breasts pressed against my shoulder. My cock sprang to attention but the blanket did a good job covering up the lump. I looked over at my wife but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyelids looked heavy and her head was nodding.

"This is much better," Jenny said, sliding her hand up my thigh, excruciatingly slowly towards my crotch. "Much cozier."

"Mmm," Kristen agreed and took a sip of her wine, almost spilling the glass when she set it down. "Ya. Cozy. Don' let me fall 'sleep," she muttered to me.

"Ok," I said. "I won't."

Under the blanket Jenny's hand had reached my hard cock and gripped it, ever so gently beginning to stroke it on the outside of my jeans. At that moment I wished I had been wearing sweatpants or something that would give her easier access.

My own hand slid under the blanket and between her thighs. I pushed upwards along the smooth skin to her crotch and I hooked the thin panties with my fingers, pulling them to the side, exposing her pussy under the blanket.

I could feel Jenny's fingers fiddling with the button of my jeans and, once she had opened them, popping the button fly one at a time until my cock popped out into her waiting hand.

I looked over at my wife and saw that her head had rolled back against the couch and she was now asleep. Usually when she was drunk she was a very heavy sleeper so I hoped she would stay under.

Still what her sister and I were doing was insane and dangerous but that only made me harder in her hand. Her fingers wrapped around me and began to stroke, sliding my foreskin back and forth over my swollen purple head, pre-cum smearing across it.

I slid my finger between her lips, stroking the ultra soft skin there, from her vagina to her clit, the wetness coating the tip of my finger before rubbing the nub making her moan quietly.

"Shhh," I hissed as silently as I could, glancing at my wife. She still didn't seem to notice or rouse from her slumber.

Jenny gripped my cock harder and began to steadily pump it, my foreskin sliding back and forth over the swollen purple head, my pre-cum providing plenty of lubrication for the movements.

I pushed two fingers into my sister in law's already wet pussy, hooking them and stroking along the upper wall of her canal with each downward pull. Together we matched each other's movements.

Jenny's hand moved up along her torso, over her breast and she gripped her own hard nipple and began to pinch and tug at it. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. Her breathing was speeding up.

My own breathing was heavier as the sensation of her soft young hand on my member sent shivers from the base of my cock into me. The combination of the feeling with the ridiculous risk we were taking was sending me close to my edge faster than normal.

Jenny moaned again, louder this time, and Kristen stirred beside us. We both froze for a moment, then my wife settled back into her sleep.

I leaned closer to Jenny, my mouth beside her ear and whispered, my voice badly more than breath against her lobe.

"I'm close."

"Me too," she whispered back. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, daddy."

My fingers sped up inside of her, stroking her quickly, my thumb pressed firmly against her hard clit, rubbing. Faint wet sounds of my digits slipping in and out of her sex were hidden by the sound of the movie playing. To me the room smelled of her sex.

The way she expertly stroked me, however, meant I could not stop. It felt too good. Too right, despite being so fucking wrong.

Her breathing sped up, sharp inhales through her nose as she clamped her mouth shut to stifle her sounds. Finally, her legs clamped around my hand, pinning it there between her legs, fingers deep inside of her. Her back arched as her muscles clenched, ass rising off of the couch, pushing my fingers deeper into her. She gasped several times before her breathing began to slow.

While she came on my hand, with her sister just feet away from her, her hand never left my cock, but it did stop stroking, just gripping me through her climax. Now that she was coming down she began to strike again.

"Tell me when," she whispered as her hand sped up. "Tell me when you are going to cum for me, daddy."

Her calling me daddy, being this close to my sleeping wife, it did not take long to push me to my very edge.

"Now," I said after a few more minutes. "Now."

I was not thinking clearly. I suppose I may have expected her to catch my cum in her hand, but honestly, at that moment, I was not thinking about the logistics of the situation.

Jenny had a plan, however. When I said that, she quickly but quietly slipped off of the couch and pushed the blanket back off of my lap. My hard cock stood proud and erect, throbbing in her hand. She moved between my thighs and quickly lowered her mouth to engulf me.

My eyes went wide and I looked over at my wife. Still asleep on the couch beside me. She looked very peaceful, innocent, even and I felt a deep pang of guilt. That was pushed from my mind however as my cock slid into Jenny's warm, wet mouth. She sucked me into her, tongue working the bottom of my shaft, taking me deep, until my cock head bumped her throat. She pulled back, sucking hard, if quietly, almost the full length of my shaft before pushing down again. She kept her pretty brown eyes locked on mine the entire time she sucked my to completion beside her sister.

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It felt like she expertly sucked me for a long time but it could not have been more than a few up and down strokes of her mouth before I came.

It was terrifyingly dangerous. If Kristen opened her eyes and looked over at us she would have seen me with my jeans open, cock buried in the mouth of her sister. It was too much and finally I came, groaning as quietly as I could as I released my pent up climax into her waiting mouth.

Jenny's eyes crinkled with a smile that was hidden by my cock in her mouth as I flooded her eager mouth with spurt after spurt of my seed. My cock throbbed and twitched inside of her and some cum leaked out between her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Finally I stopped cumming and she sucked me clean before pulling back, pulling the blanket back over me and standing up.

"Well," she said, "I should get to bed. Good night."

She left the room, and I sat there gasping quietly, recovering my breath. Eventually I calmed down enough to put my cock away and look down at my sleeping wife, who had remained oblivious to the whole encounter.

I woke Kristen, who moaned drunkenly. I threw her arm over my shoulder and half walked, half carried her to our bed and got in beside her and fell asleep myself, both appalled and pleased with myself at the same time.

The next morning Kristen had a terrible hangover. She had drank the bulk of the three bottles we had opened the night before and she moaned that she felt like she was going to die.

"I don't know how you are fine," she complained. "It's not fair!"

"So you don't want breakfast?" I teased.

"Fuck no!" She exclaimed. "I'm gonna go back to sleep and maybe never wake up!"

I chuckled and headed down to the kitchen to make coffee and eat some toast.

I had made coffee, buttered some toast and sat down at the counter on one of the raised stools with my iPad to read the news when Jenny came up from her room in the basement.

"Morning, daddy," she said smiling. I could not help but smile back at her.

I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the young girl who walked into the kitchen. She was wearing only long tee shirt as a nightly, her toned legs bare from just below the cheeks of her full ass. Her pert breasts pushed at the thin fabric and I could make just make out the dark circles of her brownish nipples through the thin fabric. Her nipples seemed to be already hard and they tented out the fabric in small bumps.

She didn't have on any makeup but her naturally plump darker lips looked perfect and kissable, her brown eyes danced as they looked at me. Her thick, curly brown hair was held back from her round face by a simple band of fabric. Light freckles were sprinkled across her cute nose and round cheeks.

"Good morning, Jenny," I said. "How did you sleep?"

She went to the other side of the counter and grabbed the pot of coffee. She had to reach up into the cupboard above to grab a mug and her nightie pulled up over the globes of her full ass, revealing a lack of panties. My cock was already swelling in my thin pajama pants.

"I slept ok," she said smiling at me over the rim of her mug. "It was a bit lonely. But at least I had a snack before bed."

"Ah," I said. "That is good."

"Still," she pouted slightly. "I could have used more?"

"More?"

"Always more, daddy," she said.

I grinned at her.

"Where is Kristen?" She asked me.

"She's not feeling well," I said. I stood, my cock making a tent in the front of my pants. I began to walk around the counter to join her on her side. "She says she is going back to sleep and will stay in bed."

"Oh," Jenny said and put down her coffee. She leaned back against the counter, arching her back slightly, making her breasts push against the fabric. "So what are we going to do then?"

"I don't know," I said stepping up to her and raising my hand, pushing it into her hair, gripping a handful of the curly brown locks at the back of her head, pulling her face to mine, our lips meeting.

My tongue pushed into her mouth and hers danced against mine as we kissed passionately there in the kitchen. My cock pressed against her stomach, her hard nipples rubbed against my chest through the thin layers of material between us.

"Whatever we want to do, I guess," I said when we finally broke our kiss.

"Oh," she said as her hands trailed down my chest to grip my cock between us. "You know what I want?"

"What is that?" I asked as I gripped the long shirt she was wearing and dragged it up, making her beautiful full breasts bounce as they were pulled up then dropped free. I pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor beside us.

Jenny hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants and shoved down, freeing my swollen cock and gripped it in her hand.

"I want my Daddy to fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I gripped her shoulders and turned her to face away from me, her stomach pressed against the counter. I kissed the back of her neck and she arched her back towards me. Her hand was still on my cock and she was trying to pull it towards her cunt but I took her wrist and pulled it away.

"Put your hands on the counter, Jenny," I said. She complied and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?" She asked.

"That depends," I said. "Do you really want me to?"

"Yes!"

I pulled my hand back and suddenly slapped hard against her left cheek, watching the flesh ripple from the impact, leaving a red welt in the shape of my hand. She yelped and I smiled.

"Don't make too much noise, Jenny," I said and slapped the other cheek as hard as the first one. She squeezed this time, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound.

"If you want me to fuck you," I said, pushing my hand between her legs, which she spread slightly to give me better access, "you need to say please."

My fingers found the folds of her pussy and pushed between them, finding her already wet and ready for me. Jenny moaned quietly as my fingers slid along her slit, and lightly dipped into her.

"Will you fuck me, daddy?"

I slapped her ass again, harder this time and and she leaned forward, presenting her ass to me.

"Say please, Jenny," I said, pushing one finger into her greedy cunt. . "Beg me."

"Oh, fuck, daddy," she said, breathing heavy now. "Please, please fuck me. Make me your slut, daddy. I need you!"

Behind her back I grinned and gripped my cock at the base, moving forward and lining myself up with her. I looked down at my swollen cock as I shoved forward, pushing myself into her to the base of my cock in one thrust.

I grunted with pleasure as I felt her hot wet sex envelop me. Jenny moaned with pleasure and pushed herself back, getting me as deep into herself as she could.

"Oh fuck daddy," she said, breathlessly. "Fuck you fill me up. Fuck me please. I'm your little slut and I need you to fuck me."

I dipped my hips, drawing back. Jenny tried to move with me to keep me inside of her but I placed one hand on the small of her back, keeping her against the counter.

"Ok, Jenny," I said. "Since you asked like a good girl..."

Suddenly I slammed my hips forward, slapping my hips into her ass piercing her as deep as I could. She gasped in her breath and I instantly pulled back and slammed forward again. And again. As I fucked Jenny as hard as I could, the kitchen filled with the sounds of my grunts, muffled squeaks from her each time I sank j to her, and the wet sound of my cock in her pussy.

"Cover your fucking mouth," I said, my voice almost a snarl, concerned that as she got louder and louder the sounds would carry upstairs to the room where my wife was hopefully sleeping. Jenny clamped both hands over her mouth as she struggled to contain her moans.

My fingers were digging into the flesh of her hips as I used them to shove her away then drag her back. Her body was now splayed across the counter, her full breasts dragging back and forth as I fucked her like a crazed animal, needing, after the two days of teasing and playing, to truly own her.

At that moment, lost in the carnal act of dominating the girl under me, all thought of my wife, just one floor away, left my mind. I was fully focused on the body below me, and my need to use it, to fuck it, to dump my seed in it.

"Gonna...fuck...shit... gonna cum..." Jenny gasped, cheek pressed against the counter.

"Good," I grunted, not slowing my assult. "Cum on my cock. Cum like a whore!"

"Oh...oh...oh...fuck...fuck...fuckfuckfuck..." she managed before losing her voice to moans. I reached around, covering her mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds, pulling back and catching her back, pushing as deep into her as I could and holding her there as she came.

The walls of her cunt clamped around my member and quivered as she climaxed, moaning into my hand over her mouth. I could feel her juices soaking my pelvis, my upper thighs as she came.

Finally her breathing began to slow as she gasped for breath, recovering. I chuckled and pulled out of her, my cock shining with her juices, bouncing free, the head an angry purple, needing to be back inside of her.

I flipped her onto her back and dragged her ass to the edge of the counter, barely pausing before slamming myself back into her.

One hand on her hip, pulling her against me, the other grabbing her throat, tilting her head so that she looked me in the eye as I began to fuck her afain.

I could hear our bodies slap together, and smell the scent of our lovemaking coming up from between us. My hips hammered forward, again and again as I took her as my own.

Her cheeks and chest were flushed and her lips pouted at me as our bodies met again and again. It was getting to be too much and I knew I was going to cum very soon.

"I'm close," I let her know.

"Please, Daddy," she begged. "Cum in me. Fill me up. Pleeeease!"

That final please was enough to get me over my edge and I groaned as I began to climax. I could feel a blast of hot cum release into her, and heard her cry out as the feeling made her cum on my cock again.

"Oh fuck," I gasped as I continued to move in her, using her quivering pussy to milk my member as I continued to cum in her.

Finally, spent, I fell forward, dropping my head on her shoulder, my cock still twitching out the last of my climax into her. I was gasping for breath, slowly coming back to my senses.

I stepped back, my still hard cock slipping out of her, a trickle of cum following it. I chuckled, looking at the disheveled state of her, cheeks flushed, body exposed, lips quivering. I leaned forward and kissed her again.

"You should get dressed," I said and I pulled up my pajama pants.

"Oh, fuck," she said reaching for her shirt. "You gonna fuck me like that every morning?"

I smiled.

"As often as I can," I said. And I did for as long as I could.

To be concluded...

Sister in Law Backseat Pt. 06 - Incest/Taboo

The story concludes, in a back seat once more.

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Hello! this is the last instalment of my Sister in Law series. For those of you who have been following along, thank you from the bottom of my heart! I am very happy that this has been enjoyed by so many. Especially thank you to those who have commented, rated and reached out to me.

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Chapter 6

I had never had as much sex in my life as I had during that period my Sister in Law lived in the basement of the house my wife, Kristen and I shared.

I was 40 years old, twenty years older than my young lover, but my sex drive was in absolute overdrive at that time as Jenny, the sister in law, and I snuck around behind my poor wife's back. We fucked in every room, on as many surfaces as we could, as often as physically possible. Jenny's tight young cunt seemed to always be wet and ready for my cock to plunge into it and I always seemed to be half hard, rising to the occasion whenever it was presented to me.

I was still fucking my wife, as often as she wanted me to, to prevent her from suspecting my illicit affair with her younger sister, but each time I fucked my partner my mind was thinking about the younger sibling.

Jenny was hard not to think about. She had thick curly brown hair and cute freckles dusted across her nose. Her breasts were large and full, with beautiful nipples that begged for me to suck on them. Her hips were wide and her ass was full. Her lips were plump and looked perfect wrapped around my cock, sucking my seed from me, seeming to take pleasure from the act for herself.

This is not to say that Kristen was unattractive. She looked very much like her sister, just taller and with smaller breasts. I loved her, despite my betrayal and I still wanted to pleasure her, but I could not keep my hands off of Jenny.

It was the best time of my life, and probably the worst mistake I had ever made.

While it was amazing to have a sexy young thing desperate for my cock in the house, it was not always easy to get time alone with Jenny. Kristen was almost always around. The three of us would be sitting around the table, eating our supper, or relaxing in the living room watching a movie and Jenny and I would make eye contact and I could see that she wanted me. But one look over at Kristen would tell us that she was not going anywhere and there was little chance that we would be able to sneak off alone.

We made time when we could. I would sometimes leave work early, rush home, quickly fuck her, run back of the house and drive around for a bit so that I could return after my wife, pretending not to have been there at all. Other times we would sneak into Jenny's room when Kristen was on a call with friends or family and she would quickly suck me to completion. It was fun. It was dangerous. It was, however, frustrating.

About three weeks after Jenny had moved in I came home from work and found Kristen and her sister sitting around our island bench in the kitchen drinking glasses of wine. I smiled to see my wife and lover together. I had truly come to love both of them. My eyes, however wandered up and down the sexy body of my sister in law, rather than my wife's.

"Don't hate me," Jenny said to me, smiling widely, "but I'm stealing your wife tonight."

Kristen was smiling as well and when I raised my eyebrow in question she shrugged.

"Jenny thinks I don't go out enough anymore," my wife said. "She has arranged for me to have a night out with her young friends."

I looked over at Jenny who had stood to get more wine, moving out of Kristen's line of sight. She grinned at me mischieviously behind my wife's back before sitting back down.

"That's right," she laughed. "Big Sis is going out for a big night tonight! In fact, we should start getting ready!"

The two women left with their wine and went to choose outfits and makeup. I opened the fridge and cracked a beer. I wondered what Jenny was up to but was content to wait to see.

I made a quick supper, changed into a tee shirt and sweatpants, then went to the living room turning on the hockey game, putting my feet up on the coffee table and settling in. It was the first period so the game was, at that point, predictably, a bit boring. I knew that the action would pick up in period two and three so I spent some time scrolling through my phone. I spent most of that time looking at the racy photos that Jenny had never stopped sending me.

About an hour later Jenny walked into the living room and my cock immediately began to harden. She was wearing a short skirt that hugged her hips and heart shaped ass, showing off her legs. Her top was a halter that showed off a decent bit of cleavage. She had a plaid shirt on over that, open except for being tied at the bottom, over her bare stomach. I recognized the shirt easily, since it was one of my own. She had on makeup, which she did not always wear, since she was naturally quite beautiful. Still the dark, smoky eye makeup and the glossy red lips looked sexy on her.

I grinned at her and held out my hand towards her. She quickly crossed the room and sat in my lap, legs across mine, like a girl sitting in the lap of her father, or on santa's lap in the mall.

"How do I look, Daddy," she asked me.

I growled in response and moved to kiss her as my hand slid up her back, then around the front to cup her breast. She leaned back, avoiding the kiss.

"Lipstick," she said, explaining. "We don't want to smudge it. Kristen might guess why."

Instead I dropped my mouth to her neck and began to kiss and nibble there, working towards her jaw just under her chin, the place I knew gave her shivers. She tilted her head back and wriggled in my lap, grinding her ass against my hard cock. My thumb rubbed across her nipple, making it rise, hard against the fabric of her top, then moved to the other.

"I need you," I whispered into her ear.

"I need you too, Daddy," she said. "I am so wet right now. I need you inside of me."

I groaned and pushed myself harder against her, needing to feel the friction of our bodies together. She smiled and gasped as I pinched one of her nipples. Then, unfortunately, we heard the sound of Kristen descending the stairs, so we quickly broke apart, Jenny hopping out of my lap. She straightened her skirt and I tucked my cock into the waistband of my sweats, keeping it from protruding too noticeably.

Kristen walked into the room, smiling widely. She had reason to. She looked great. She had on a button up blouse and a skirt that went down to her mid thighs, longer than Jenny's, but still making her legs look good. Her hair was done and she, too, was wearing more makeup than I was used to seeing her in.

"Looking good, babe," I said, meaning it. I crossed the room towards her and hugged her. "Should I be worried," I joked. "Are you out looking for some dude to replace me?"

"Never," she laughed, squeezing me back, but avoiding my kiss to keep her makeup pristine. She could feel my hard cock pressed against her. "Oh," she whispered. "Is this for me?"

"Yes," I lied.

"Well, maybe you will get lucky later." I smiled at that. I hoped so. I just was not hoping it was with her.

Jenny and Kristen left and I watched the rest of the game alone, drinking a couple more beers. I received a couple of texts from my wife, the first telling me that they had met for a bite to eat, with an accompanying photo of her with Jenny's group of young, pretty hot friends. I looked through the photos and leered at the girls. Maybe I should try to convince Jenny to get some of them to join us in our fun. Jenny, however, looking into the camera was the hottest of them.

Then Kristen texted me that she was at a club. It was so much fun, she gushed in the text, asking why she did not do this more often. I could tell by her typos that she had gotten at least a bit drunk.

Jenny did not send me any messages at all, and I found that disappointing. Usually she would sneak off to a bathroom and send me photos of her top pulled down, or up her skirt, maybe with her fingers deep inside of her, but nothing this night.

After the game I put on a movie and settled down, switching from beer to bourbon. I was about half way through the film, some low budget horror flick, when I heard my front door open.

I stood and went to the doorway of the living room to greet my wife and sister in law and my eyes widened. Jenny was there, looking just as good as she had when she left, but she was holding my wife up and against her, supporting her. Kristen's head lolled around and she seemed barely able to walk. My wife's hair was a tangled mess, and her artfully applied makeup was smudged. She looked a wreck.

"What's going on here," I asked, smirking. Kristen must have overdone herself to get into this state.

"Help me with her," Jenny said. "I can barely keep her up."

I crossed over to them and pulled Kristen against me, supporting her, realizing just how out of it she was.

"Jesus, Jenny," I said. "What the hell happened to her?"

"C'mon," Jenny said, heading for the stairs. "Let's get her in bed."

I followed, half supporting, half carrying my wife, who muttered to herself, moaning a bit as we went. Finally we got to the bed and I laid her down on it. Jenny quickly began to unbutton Kristen's blouse and pull it off of her, then grabbing her skirt and stripping that too, leaving my wife in only her white bra and panties.

"Jenny," I said. "What the hell?"

"She might puke. I don't think she would want to do it on her nice clothes." My sister in law sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back against her rigid arms, tilting her face up towards me, jutting her magnificent tits at me. I was momentarily distracted but my mind returned to my dishevelled wife.

"But Kristen," I said, gesturing towards her, "how did she get like this? You weren't gone that long."

"Oh," Jenny said, tossing her hair and laughing a bit. "She got roofied."

My eyes widened. "What! Who the hell did that?" I demanded, suddenly furious. I was going to kill someone.

"I did," Jenny said, still looking up at me.

"What?" I shouted. "Why the fuck would you do that? How long have you been planning that? Its fucking crazy!"

Jenny pouted up at me.

"I did it for us, daddy," she said. "We never have enough time to play and I want you. I neeeed you. And It wasn't a plan. I did think that if we got her really drunk maybe you and I could play, but I didn't plan to roofie her. I just saw some guy slip something into a drink that was for one of my friends. It happens all the time. Usually I'll freak out, report them to the bouncers, but... I saw an opportunity and took it. I gave the drink to Kristen."

"You can't...that's fucked up...what the fuck?"

Jenny, up to this point, had been fun and dangerous and reckless. This, however, I thought looking at my drugged wife on the bed and her wickedly grinning sister beside her, was something new. Something crazy and cruel. For a moment I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. Where could this insanity lead?

"Don't be mad, daddy," Jenny said, still pouting. I watched as she slid one of her hands up her side to cup her breast and lift it in her palm, as if presenting it to me. "I did it for us. I want us to have fun." Her other hand slid up the inside of her thigh, pushing up her skirt, revealing her light blue thong panties. She pushed them to the side revealing her shaved pussy and began to stroke between her lips. "Don't you want that? Come here, daddy. Come closer."

"This is so fucked," I muttered. Still, I stepped towards my young lover sitting on the side of the bed beside my unconscious wife. I was already hard from Jenny's display and, after glancing down at my wife, ensuring that she was truly out of it, I stopped in front of Jenny.

"Take it out for me please, Daddy," Jenny said. "Show me that beautiful cock."

I swallowed and shook my head. Everything was telling me that this was wrong, that this was a terrible idea. My hands, however, moved to the front of my sweatpants and reached in, pulling my cock out, tucking the waistband under my balls. I was already hard and my 7.5 inch cock bobbed in front of Jenny's face. It was thick, with a purple vein running under the smooth skin on top. The head was still mostly sheathed in the foreskin, just a purple tip protruding.

Jenny looked at it hungrily, licking her red painted lips, and smiling.

"Fuck my face, Daddy," she said.

"Ok, Princess," I said, moving closer and gripping the base of my swollen member. I was angry at her for what she had done, but I was also so fucking horny.

Jenny reached up to grasp me but I swatted her hand away.

"Put your hands behind your fucking back," I said, my voice almost a snarl. Jenny nodded slightly and did as she was told.

I held my cock, pulling back on the skin, revealing more of the previously hidden head. Jenny opened her mouth but instead of plunging into it I took my cock and swung it so it slapped lightly into her cheek.

"You want this?" I asked.

Jenny nodded.

I rubbed the tip across her lips, then across her cheek, smearing her lipstick onto her face. Then I used it to slap the other side.

"Tell me that you want it."

"Please, Daddy," she said, voice on the edge of a whine. "Please, I want it."

"Do you?" I asked. "Are you a little slut that needs her Daddy's cock?"

"Yes! I am a slut! I'm your slut, Daddy. I need your cock in my mouth! Please!"

I ran the head over her lips again, moving back slightly when she opened her mouth and tried to suck me in. She pouted then, and I smiled cruelly before grabbing her hair, the brown curls filling my fist. I shoved my cock between her lips, suddenly, surprising her before she could take a breath in, pushing directly into her throat before she was ready.

"Then take it, slut," I said, both hands on the back of her head, thrusting forward with my hips, pushing her until her nose was against my stomach. She gagged around my cock as I held her there for a moment and I relished the feeling of her throat working my cock.

I kept myself deep in her longer than I usually did. I watched her eyes widen, watering as she gagged, air cut off by my cock deep in her throat. I held her tight as she began to panic, her instincts kicking in. Her hands came up to my hips and slapped on my hips, then pushed against them trying to push me away. I bucked my hips forward, pushing harder against her nose before yanking back, my cock sliding out of her mouth, coated in spit.

Jenny had drool pouring down her chin, a thick string of spit connecting my cock to her mouth. Her makeup was destroyed by her tears, black smudges around her eyes, trails of black running down her cheeks. She coughed, looking up at me with wet, frightened eyes. I was still angry, true, but the feeling of power I felt then was almost overpowering. I wanted to use my sister in law, and I was going to do so.

"I thought," I said, my voice full of menace, "I told you to keep your hands behind your back."

She swallowed.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but" she said, but I interrupted her, pulling her hair, tilting her head back.

"You asked me...No. You begged me. You begged me to fuck your face," I said. "Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

She meekly moved her hands back behind her and held onto her own wrists. I could tell that this evening had, so far, veered away from what Jenny had imagined it to be, but she was lovely and submissive to me at that moment.

I moved my hard cock to her lips again and ran the tip over them. Her tongue darted out and licked the underside of the purple head and I took hold of her head and pushed in again, hands buried in the curly hair just above her ears.

She was ready for my thrust this time and I began to stroke in and out of her mouth, using it like a cunt, sinking into her again and again, enjoying the *glug glug glug* sounds she made as I hit the back of her throat.

"Get your tits out," I said, looking down into her brown eyes. She obediently grabbed the hem of her top and lifted it, freeing her perky, yet full, young breasts. They bounced in time to my thrusts into her face.

I looked over at my wife, laying on her back, wearing only her bra and panties. I should have been horrified by the situation, and part of me was. The part of me that was in charge at the moment, however, was instead incredibly turned on. That part, the deprived part I had not known existed, was delighted by this situation.

My eyes went back to the young slut who, despite watering eyes was taking my thrusts like she was born to do so. My balls slapped into her chin with each forward movement, a wet sound as they hit the drool pouring out of her mouth, dripping onto her tits.

"That's a good princess," I said, pulling out of her mouth, stroking my soaking wet cock in front of her face.

"Th..thank you, daddy," she said before I pushed into her waiting mouth again, interrupting anything else she might say.

I fucked her mouth for a few minutes, feeling my pleasure building, pausing every so often, to hold myself deep in her throat enjoying the gags, or pulling out to use my shaft to smear her spit on her cheeks.

Finally I stepped back, admiring how Jenny looked. Her makeup was ruined. Her lipstick was smeared around her mouth and tracks of eyeliner dripped down her cheeks.

"You look like a prefect little slut, Princess," I said.

"Thank you, daddy," Jenny said, smiling up at me. "I am. I'm the perfect slut for you."

"Yes you," I said, and pushed my sweats down my legs to fall in a heap at my feet. I pulled my tee shirt over my head and dropped that as well, now naked. I took a couple of steps and opened the nightstand on Kristen's side of the bed. I shoved aside a couple of things then pulled something out of the drawer.

I held up the ten inch vibrating dildo that I had bought Kristen a couple of years prior. It's false flesh was pink colored and had impressive detailing. The rubber veins, and flesh toned ridges were quite realistic. Jenny smiled when she saw it.

"Is that hers," she asked giggling. "I wouldn't have thought she would have something like that! Do you guys use it together?"

"It's hers," I said. "It was an anniversary present. We used it together a couple of times. I don't know how often she uses it on her own."

I tried the switch at the base and it began to vibrate in my hand. I was glad that there was life yet in the batteries.

"But now," I continued, "I'm going to use it on you. Get up there."

I gesture to the bed and Jenny obediently scooted her ass up the sheet and lay on the bed beside my wife. I moved onto the bed as well. I positioned myself between Jenny's legs and gripped her ankles, spreading her legs. I watched the lips of her push pull apart, her juices making the shaved pussy glisten. Her right leg opened towards the right edge of the bed, the other I placed across my wife's sleeping body, Jenny's left limb laying atop Kristen's right, the two sisters hooked together.

I moved up and leaning forward kissed Jenny deeply. Her hands came up and entwined in the hair at the back of my head.

My tongue was in her mouth when I felt her gasp in a breath as I quickly moved the vibrating dildo between her legs, and using her wetness as lube, shoved the rubber cock into her. Her back arched, pressing her body up into mine.

"Oh, fuck," Jenny cried out. "Oh fuck, daddy! So big!!"

I had the vibrator on, and could feel it shaking in my hand. I could only imagine what it was doing inside of her. I began to slowly stroke it in and out of her young cunt as Jenny began to moan and squirm under me.

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I began sliding down her body, never letting up stroking with the toy. I sucked one nipple between my lips, my tongue swirling around the nub, tugging at it with my teeth. Jenny cried out, twisting her body trying to push her nipple deeper into my mouth. I concentrated on that one for a few moments more before moving to the other.

"Oh, fuck, daddy," Jenny gasped. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet," I said, flicking the vibration off, holding the dildo in place. "Don't cum until I tell you to. You are going to have to ask permission."

Jenny moaned in frustration, moving her hips trying to feel the dildo move inside of her. I loosened my grip on the toy so that her attempts were futile.

"Jenny," I said, sternly. "What did I just say?"

"I'm sorry, daddy," she said. "I'll be good. Please. Don't stop."

"Good girl," I said kissing down her belly, across the smooth mound of her shaved pussy.

I reached her sex and I was eye level with her hole, stretched by the big toy. I parted her lips and flicked my tongue across her swollen clit. Jenny cried out, bucking her hips.

I grinned and sucked her clit into my mouth, pressing the on button on the toy at the same time. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see her fingers grip the bed sheets, bunching them up in her small fists. Her toes curled and her leg pulled Kristen's closer to us, spreading her unconscious sister's legs further.

I could hear Jenny's breath speeding up and she was bucking her hips to meet the rubber cock as I plunged it in and out of her. I had to grip her hip tight, my fingers digging into her flesh there to keep my mouth on her clit.

"Oh, god, oh fuck," she moaned. "I'm gonna...please..."

"Not yet," I said, my voice rumbling into her sex, never letting up fucking her with the toy. "Wait."

"Oh, please, daddy, please, I can't..."

Jenny's hips were bucking and I could feel her thighs quivering on either side of my face as she attempted to control herself.

I grinned, knowing that I was setting her an impossible task, one I had no intention of letting her succeed. Jenny stopped speaking words, only squealing as she began to lose control. I sucked and licked at her clit, fucking her fast with the toy, until her legs clamped closed on my head, holding me in place.

I pushed the vibrator deep in her as her back arched and her hips bucked.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...fuuuuuuuuck!!!" She cried before crying out again and again as she came around the toy. I yanked it out of her, and was met with a spray of cum directly into my face and mouth. It was the first time I had made her squirt and I was not ready for it. Still it was hot to have my face sprayed and I replaced the toy with my mouth, tongue pushing up into her sex.

The bed under Jenny was soaked, as was my face and chest. Jenny's breath was coming in gasps as she came down from her orgasm. I held her there, twisting and moaning as I sucked and licked her as she thrashed out the last of her climax.

Finally she was still, head leaning back, gasping for breath.

"Oh, daddy," she said, once she had regained her breath. "Oh, wow. That was... Wow."

I moved up the bed and was kneeling between her legs. My still hard cock bobbing above her.

"What did I say," I asked quietly.

"Wha...What?," Jenny asked, confused.

"What did I tell you about cumming? I told you to wait." My voice was stern.

"Oh," Jenny said, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help it. I tried to hold on."

"But you didn't, Princess," I said. "You didn't hold on. What am I supposed to do with you? You drug my wife. You don't listen to directions."

"I've been bad, Daddy," Jenny said. "You should punish me."

"Yes I should," I said.

I reached forward and gripped her shoulders suddenly, making her gasp. I hauled her to a sitting position then flipped her onto her stomach, making her land across Kristen, Jennys full tits on my wife's stomach. I grabbed her hips and lifted so her ass was in the air. I placed my hand on her back to keep her from rising up.

"You need," I said, raising my hand up, "to learn to listen, Princess." I swung my arm down and hit her ass hard with the flat of my hand. The sound of the slap filled the room, a sharp crack. Jenny cried out as the impact rippled away from hand, through the soft flesh.

"Daddy!" she cried. "That was..."

I interrupted her with another slap on the other cheek, just as hard. I could see my hand print on her ass, a white shape surrounded by a line of red. I knew that that would welt up in just a moment.

I pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy and she moaned then cried out again as I used the other hand to spank her again. And again. Her ass was soon red from the crack to the outer curves. Each strike made her whole body jump, causing my unconscious wife under her to shake.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Jenny gasped. "I'll be good, I'll listen!"

My fingers were deep in her, stroking as I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. She might be squirming away from my hand, but her moans between strikes and the wetness around my fingers told the story that she was loving her punishment.

"Will you, Princess," I asked, my voice almost a whisper. "Will you behave?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'll be so good!"

"Ok," I said, pulling my fingers out of her wet cunt. She whined at that but I brought them around to her mouth and pushed them in, making her taste herself. She obediently sucked on them, tongue licking my digits clean. "If you promise them maybe I can reward you."

I moved my body so that my cock was nudging the lips of her pussy.

"What would you like from me, Princess?" I asked.

"Oh, god, Daddy," she gasped, moving herself under me, trying to push my cock into her. "Please fuck me."

"Well," I said. "You did say please. Good girl."

I thrust forward then, sinking into her in one push. Her wetness lubricated her and I was able to sink entirely into her in one go. She groaned and her back arched as I entered her. I stopped when I was fully sheathed, enjoying the feeling of her her tight, hot cunt gripping me.

"Thank you, Daddy," Jenny said, then descended into crying out as I pulled back and thrust forward again, slamming my body against hers as hard as I could.

Normally Jenny and I had to be as quiet as possible when we fucked. There was always the chance that Kristen could hear us, catch us, and end the fun we were having. This time, however, with my wife drugged and unconscious, neither of us had to hold back. Jenny's voice was loud as she moaned and cried out. I was grunting with each thrust, my back arching as I shoved forward, hauling back on her hips, her red ass shaking with each impact.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes Daddy!" Jenny almost shrieked. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like a slut!"

I reached forward and shoved her head down pushing her face against my wife's chest as I slammed into Jenny like an animal. My teeth were gritted and I was growling as we fucked.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Jenny shouted. I felt her body tense, her legs kicking as she orgasmed around my pistoning cock. I did not slow down at all, fucking her through the climax.

I could feel my own orgasm building. I sped up even more, chasing it, while at the same time holding back as long as possible. Our sweaty bodies made slapping sounds as we fucked and I was gasping for breath.

Finally I felt myself almost at the tipping point. I yanked my cock out of Jenny causing her to moan, then scrambled up the bed, squeezing my cock tight at the base. I grabbed a handful of Jenny's curly hair, tilting her head back. I aimed my cock at her face and she opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue, giving me a target.

I stroked my cock three quick strokes and pushed myself over that cliff, spraying my cum directly into Jenny's face while I groaned. I ignored her invitation and did not aim for the mouth. I hit her with a heavy spray across her eyes, then her cheeks while she giggled. I turned my hips and released another heavy load across my wife's chest. I pushed my cock into Jenny's still open mouth and finished out my last twitches of climax there while she sucked the last of my seed out of me.

I let her suck for a few moments more before I pulled my sensitive head out of her mouth with a popping sound. I was breathing heavily. Jenny reached up and scrapped my cum out of her eyes and I smiled as she brought it to her mouth and swallowed it.

"Good girl," I said when I had my breath back. "Very good. Clean it all up. Eat it all."

I gestured down to the cum pooling on the breasts and upper chest of my sleeping wife.

"Clean it all up," I said.

Jenny reached forward but I stopped her hand.

"With your mouth, Princess," I said.

She hesitated for a half second before swallowing then leaning down. Her tongue darted out and she began to lick my seed off of the skin of her sister, lapping and sucking it into her mouth. I watched, both horrified with what I was making Jenny do, and fascinated by how sexy it was.

"Very good," I said once she had cleaned most of it off. "Good girl."

Jenny looked up at me, her makeup a mess, smeared across her face. Her cheeks were red, her chest flushed. She smiled up at me.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said. "Thank you for everything."

The next morning Kristen woke up feeling terrible. She was convinced that she had had too much to drink and was worried that she had embarrassed herself.The drugs had made the night hazy and robbed her of most of her memories.

"Did...did I do anything...embarassing last night," she asked Jenny and I at the table mid day the next day. "I had some weird dreams about you two... I dont even want to talk about those, but other than that its all a blur."

Jenny assured her she hadn't, she had just danced a lot and then staggered home.

"Oh, good," my wife said. "Um..." she turned to me. "Did you change the sheets last night?"

I had, actually. After Jenny and I came down from our fucking I had her help me clean up, stripping the bed, a wet mess from our fucking and her squirting, throwing the sheets into the washing machine.

"Oh," I said, scrambling for a lie. "Yeah. I did. You, um, threw up a bit on the sheets."

Kristen groaned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Thats so embarrassing! Thank you, though, you are a good husband!"

I chuckled.

"I don't know about that," I said. "But thanks."

Jenny and I got away with it for a few more weeks. Perhaps that night with Kristen in the bed, and the fact that we had not been caught, made us careless.

We continued to fuck as often as possible, often while Kristen was in the house. I would say that I was going down to the basement to play video games, but Jenny would settle between my legs sucking my cock, or climbing in my lap for a quick fuck.

On a few mornings Jenny snuck into my shower as I got ready for work and we fucked under the running water with my wife in the next room. It was all so sexy and fun, but incredibly reckless.

It was a Wednesday the night it all came crashing down. We had just finished eating supper. Jenny and I had been making eyes at one another over the dinner table. She was looking particularly sexy, a button up top with just enough undone to give me just a glimpse of her cleavage. She was wearing a skirt and I knew, because she had texted me a photo earlier that day, that she was wearing no panties and had a plug buried in her ass. My cock was hard thinking about it and I needed to fuck her as soon as possible.

"You know what would be great," Jenny said. "Ice Cream for dessert. Do we have any?"

"That would be nice," Kristen agreed. "But we don't have any right now."

I smiled, suspecting Jenny's ploy.

"That's too bad," I said. "If thats what you want, Kristen, I guess I can go get you some."

"Oh," she said. "I didn't mean..."

"Great idea, Kristen," Jenny said, interrupting her sister. "We should definitely get some. I can go along and keep him company, if you can clean up supper."

"Ah, I'm not sure that we need..." Kristen said.

"Great," I said, standing up and walking towards the door. "Its a plan. Lets go, Jenny."

I grabbed my keys off of the console table beside our door and stepped out, Jenny just behind me.

"Oh! Ok!" Kristen called to our backs. She may have said something more but I let the door swing shut behind me and her voice was cut off.

Jenny and I jumped in the car and I backed out of the driveway, probably too fast to be safe. I did not care at that moment. Jenny had, as soon as her car door closed, reached over and grabbed my hard cock. By the time I had pulled out into the street she had my fly down and freed my member. We were only two houses away from mine when she had me in her mouth, gagging as she shoved me into her throat.

About four blocks from my house was a small parcel of undeveloped land. At one point there had been plans for another housing development but they seemed to have fallen through. What was left was a partially wooded piece of land, with a gravel driveway that led to a space just off the street under a tree. Jenny and I had used this semi-private area to fuck several times before.

I pulled off of the street, under the overhang of branches and threw the car into park. Jenny had not stopped sucking me and I took that moment to lean my head back, placing one hand on the back of hers, pushing myself deeper into her mouth, while the other hand reached under her, inside of her top, pulling her breast out of the cup of her bra.

"Fuck," I moaned. "Get in the back. I need to fuck you."

Jenny took me deep for another moment, sliding her mouth up my cock, me popping out, slick with her spit. She grinned at me and began climbing over the seat into the back of the car. With her top half in the back seat and the bottom in the front, I could see her bare ass, and the plug. This one, made of shiny metal with a purple gem, was her favorite. I stopped her part way, a hand on her back holding her in place. I ran my fingertips through the lips of her pussy, then, feeling that she was already wet and ready for me, pushing two into her.

Jenny moaned. I gripped the plug with the other hand and pulled back a bit, then pushed it forward, moving it slightly, watching the rosebud of her asshole puckering out and concaving in as I played with it.

"Oh, Daddy," Jenny gasped. I slapped her lightly on the ass.

"Go on," I said, letting go of the plug. "Get back there."

As Jenny finished scrambling from the front to the back I opened my door, got out and went in the back. Jenny was already waiting, her back against the rear passenger door, one foot on the seat, leg bent. The other foot was on the floor as she presented her shaved pussy to me.

I crawled into the car, shutting the door behind me. I placed one hand on the soft skin of either thigh, spreading her wider as my mouth found her pussy. My tongue pushed between the lips of her pussy, lapping from her opening to her clit, which my tongue swirled around. I sucked the swollen nub between my lips as I pushed my fingers into her. She raised her ass off of the seat, pressing herself firmly against my mouth. I held her there as I ate her out. She tasted slightly salty, with a sharp note behind that. My nose was full of her scent. A clean, fresh smell, reminding me slightly of a day at the sea.

I ate her out for a few minutes, my mouth sucking and licking, my fingers fucking her. I could feel her building towards a climax.

"Please," she gasped. "Please wait. Stop. I want to cum with your cock in me."

I chuckled. I knew I could push her further and so I did while she moaned. Just as I sensed that she was about to cum I stopped. Moving away from her and chuckling at her weak protests.

"Turn around," I said, pushing my pants down to my knees. My hard cock bobbed between us, standing proud from its small patch of trimmed pubic hair. Jenny did as I said, turning around, placing her hands on the window, arching her back. Her skirt was bunched up at her hips and her round ass was on display. I placed my palms on either cheek and pushed them apart to get a better look at the plug and her dripping pussy below.

She looked back at me over her shoulder. Her young face was flushed, making her cute freckles stand out more.

"Quick, Daddy," she said. "We don't have too much time. I need you to fuck me."

I did not need more encouragement. I moved forward, cock in hand, pressing into her from behind. I groaned and she moaned. Her back arched and she gasped and her cunt contracted around me as she finally came from me entering her.

"Oh, you fill me up," she said. "I love your cock. Will you make me cum again?"

I began to slowly fuck her with long strokes. Almost pulling entirely out of her before sinking all the way into her. I reached around and fumbled the buttons on her shirt open. It parted and I could see her bra in her reflection in the window.

"Get them out," I said. She reached between us and unfastened her bra, letting it drop, her full tits falling free. I reached around, filling my hand with one of them, keeping the other on her hip as I began to speed up. Each time I thrust i could feel the plug bump against my stomach, knowing that she enjoyed the feeling of it being moved inside her in time to my cock. The smell of our sex and the sounds of our bodies colliding filled the car.

We fucked like this for some time before I could feel myself getting close. I released her breast and grabbed her hips, fingers digging into the flesh. I was fucking her faster, pushing her towards another climax, and chasing my own.

She was crying out with each thrust and I was grunting. I was on the edge when I heard a scream that was not Jenny's. It came from outside of the car. Jenny's eyes were closed but mine shot open and I looked over her shoulder through the window into my wife's eyes.

Kristen was standing there, hand covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"What are you doing?" she screamed. "What the fuck!!! Jenny!!!! Mark!!!!! Fucking stop it!!!!"

Jenny's eyes opened and she gasped. Her hips, however, continued to buck against me.

Kristen's hand reached for the door handler but Jenny was faster, hitting the lock button, keeping her sister out.

"Don't stop, Daddy," Jenny demanded. "I'm too close!"

I was too close as well and re-doubled my efforts, slamming into my sister in law over and over again while my wife screamed at us to stop on the other side of the window.

Jenny's tits were free and bouncing. She was screaming for me to fuck her as hard as I could and I was trying. I could barely register my wife's presence as I was lost in what I was doing.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddy," Jenny shouted. "I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm cumming! Daddddddeeeee!" Her back was arched and I could feel her legs shaking as she climaxed, impaled by my cock. The feeling of her cunt orgasming on me pushed me over the edge and I Held myself against her, groaning as I sprayed a heavy load directly into her while my wife watched.

Both Jenny and I fell forward, spent after our joint orgasm. Jenny's tits pressed agianst the glass of the window. It took a moment for me to catch my breath then my eyes went wide, realizing what had just happened.

Jenny was still recovering but I could see my wife weeping outside of the car.

"Kristen," I shouted through the glass. "I can explain..." I stopped. What could I explain? There was no excuse. There was no way for me to make this better.

Kristen seemed to realize that as well. She spun around and ran away, in the direction of our home.

"Fuck, Jenny," I said, still buried in her cunt. "What did we do?"

"I don't know," she said. "But that was the best orgasm I have ever had."

I shook my head and finally pulled out of her, falling back, the enormity of my mistake hitting me like a ton of bricks.

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We got divorced, of course. When I arrived home with Jenny Kristen was gone. I walked through the house, hoping against hope that I could find her, tell her something to absolve myself or at least make her feel better. There was nothing that could do that, but I wracked my brain to find something that could.

I wish I could say that I felt so much remorse that I stayed away from Jenny that night, but that would not be true. We fucked twice more, this time in the bed that Kristen and I shared. It was as if we knew that our tryst was over and we wanted to make the most out of the last moments.

I found out later that one of our neighbors had seen Jenny and I together before, so when we pulled off the road that evening they had called Kristen to tell her. My wife had refused to believe it, but walked to where we were to prove the neighbor wrong. That was how we got caught in the end.

Kristen took almost everything. I did not put up a fight. She deserved it, I reasoned. I moved out, giving her the house. I live in a one bedroom condo downtown now. It's a nice place, but does not feel like a home the way our old place had.

Jenny and I ended things. She tried to patch things up with Kristen. From what I heard from Jenny's occasional messages, this has not been very successful. I doubt they will ever be close again, but, perhaps, Kristen will eventually forgive her to some extent.

After a few months I tried dating again. It had been years since I had to do so and things were so different. Apps and swiping. I had a few dates but nothing much came of them. The women who responded to me tended to be my age. I did not really want them. I missed Jenny. I missed having a horny young thing desperate for my cock.

Nine months after that fateful night I was sitting in my condo, sipping on a beer watching an old movie. I was settled in for the the evening and was very surprised to hear my door buzz. I walked over to the intercom and was about to press the talk button when I received a text. It was from Jenny.

Let them in, It said.

What? I texted back.

Just do it, she replied.

I thought for a moment then shrugged. Jenny may have helped me ruin my life, but she had also been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I pressed the enter button without checking to see who it was.

A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I crossed over and opened it. I thought maybe I would see Jenny there but was surprised to see a different young woman. She was just as hot as Jenny had been. She had red hair, plump lips, and under a tee-shirt that was too tight, large breasts. She smiled at me when I opened the door.

My phone vibrated again with another text from Jenny.

A little gift for you. She needs a hard cock and a good daddy. Have fun.

I stepped aside and the girl grinned and stepped into my apartment.

"I'm Mandy," she said as she passed me. "Nice to meet you, Daddy."

I closed the door behind her. Thank you Jenny, I thought. Thank you for everything.

The end