Family Attraction

Family Attraction

Svetlana Mega

Taboo Dreams

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Lustfull Night

There is more space between houses where we reside in the county. Although we aren't very far from town, being twenty feet away from our nearest neighbors gives us more privacy than being five feet away. In the summer, I like to let the breeze in via the open window. Although I have had a few reprimands for it, I truly do not think that any of us are truly terrified of being robbed.

Even if I have trouble sleeping, I have three male guardians who will protect me from any harm. My mother, on the other hand, thinks she's an expert on self-defense—even though, as far as I can tell, she learns everything she knows about the subject from television.

My age is twenty. Despite the fact that it's unfortunate that I'm still living at home with my parents, I've decided to focus on my studies instead of looking for a job because of the recession. The fact that our house was paid off is probably the only reason my parents are able to support my two brothers and myself. Even though they think we should leave, I guess I'm still here since I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

There are two younger brothers in my family than me. My mother's "baby" is seventeen years old, while the older one is nineteen. My father had to undergo surgery after difficulties arose with the delivery of Jacob, even though she had intended to have another girl. Their regular sex life is unaffected by this, as far as I know.

There are moments when I wonder whether this is where it all started since I know too much about my parents' sexual lives: Their room is right next to mine, so I can hear pretty much everything that goes on in theirs. Every single thing. I have told them that I can hear every thing because I have lived here my entire life. Relocating my bed to a different part of the room is my exclusive choice. They tried to keep quiet when they knew I could hear them.

On the other hand, the event that sets the stage for this narrative happened on the evening of March 26, 2011, when I was twenty years old.

I always grab my laptop from my desk when I can't sleep, and that's exactly what happened here. Although I don't typically love porn (though I can't help but find it interesting in a dull "Look at that!" kind of way), I do like erotica and decided to visit a favorite site to peruse their offerings. If I want to completely wear myself out in an instant, my only surefire option is an orgasmic experience. But going to bed after masturbating every night was boring.

I was about to accept the fact that I would never become hot enough to get out of my jammies when I heard urgent beeping from across the room. I looked at the clock. Four A.M. Being up late was disappointing for me because I prefer to go to bed at midnight. Typically, I've been in bed by two in the morning, even on days when I can't seem to find anything to interest me.

On the other side of the wall, I could hear my dad's words, and I started to wonder if I should start seeing pornographic images again because of my apparent desensitization.

Assuming he was prepared to shower and get out the door for work, I chose to be silent. I really did not want him to come in here and discover that I was looking for porn. "I simply did not" mean it. Catching a girl spying is humiliating enough; the act of spying itself is embarrassing enough.

"Whaaa?" My mother is muttering something. She still hadn't woken up completely. Right up until she left for her office job, I thought she typically slept until seven. Even though he put in more time at the office, my dad preferred working four or ten hour days over the standard eight or twelve.

"Jas, would you handle my morning woody, please?" Chestnut skin turned white on me. I am ashamed. Will they actually go?

My mother rolled over on the bed, and then there was some more shifting and a little groaning from the mattress springs. Afterwards, a small, low-pitched gasp escaped. Separated from my father, my mother was striking him. I was awake and unaware of it.

I was worried they might be sneaking it in whenever it was quiet. There was nothing to muffle the little sounds of my mother polishing my father's dick at four in the morning, when everyone should have been sleeping.

Slurping was audible. Slurping, creaking, and the damp sound of my dad's prick were all heard. What was it like to wake up every day knowing that someone will be there to meet your needs?

When I was in high school, I tried to blow my boyfriend's head off once. Nothing had ever been done to either of us before. There was no way I could make him happy, and he was too timid to offer me any advice. As a virgin twenty-something, I had never heard or witnessed a penis spew its salty load—all I had ever done was watch videos online.

My dad, on the other hand, was groaning and grunting, and if his initial quiet was any indicator, I was in for a treat this morning—the sound of a guy shooting his load. I felt myself becoming damp, so I couldn't resist.

No one liked to consider their parents performing the act, so the idea never occurred to me. But they weren't having sexual relations, and I was exhausted and drenched. I felt an additional rush in my pussy with each moan he emitted. It was completely incorrect. As mischievous as can be. Nevertheless, the thought kept crossing my mind: "I wish I could do that to someone." In order to elicit such a sound of protest from them. It was sounding fantastic. So, I figured I might as well just get on with it. With a gentle touch, I shut the lid of my laptop and removed my pajamas.

I wore a pair of PE shorts from my high school days that still fit and an old, extra-large tee that belonged to my dad. The shorts were my first priority. As previously mentioned, I enjoy doing so, thus I opted to retain the shirt. I heard him, and there's no use in being too chilly while I remove my rocks.

I can't imagine I would have slept through my dad's mumbling; it had gotten to the point where he had clearly given up trying to be silent. Mom was being encouraged by him:

"Ah, I see, Jas. Give me a ball massage, please. I can't believe we've neglected this for the past week. (It is understandable that he was unable to remain silent.) "Fuck, oh baby, that's right."

I skipped taking down my jeans and bra. Simply removing the cotton and dipping a finger from my left hand into my pussy were my actions. I was drenched. Unless I stimulated myself for a long time beforehand, I don't think I've ever been so wet. As my middle finger glided in and out, I felt a rush of pleasure while simultaneously listening to my mother slurp, my daddy's moaning from across the room, and the sound of my own moist, squelching finger. It was my deepest wish that they weren't paying attention to what I was saying.

I let out a gasp as I slid another finger into my pussy as my right hand started to operate on my clitoral area. I clenched my jaw after that. I needed to move quickly and be silent if I wanted to avoid being caught.

A little pop was heard. I stopped the fingers from going inside my pussy but maintained pressure on my clitoral area, moving in a circling motion.

"Oh God, Jasmine, what the hell?" When I realized it, I halted.

"Rick," my mom replied, "you make too much noise."

I promise to be very discrete if you let me cum, Jasmine. Give me permission to mess up.

"Say Please."

My father's response was audible to me, but I could only make out the low rumble of his voice. I immediately detected a low, muted moan, so he must have given up. I got back to moving after my pussy gurgled. Even now, I could feel the throb of my heart and the onset of an orgasmic sensation. I attempted to quicken the process by breathing more rapidly. However, I wished it would never end since it was that pleasant. Having the greatest orgasm of my life was on the line, but I was also terrified that my parents would catch me.

Across the room, someone let out a series of brief gasps before letting out a loud, guttural grunt. As soon as I heard the sound, I knew my father had cum. Knowing that his jerk had spilled his jism into my mom's mouth made my whole body freeze. As my right hand persisted in pressing against my clitoral region, I contorted my back, curled my toes, and tensed my legs on the desk chair. After a while of feeling my vagina round my fingers, I stopped caring about getting them in and out. It was an orgasmic experience for me. Honestly, I'd never experienced an orgasm like that before.

...

Upon turning over on the bed, Jasmine gently brushed a small amount of her husband's sperm from the side of her mouth. Instead of smiling, she merely moaned and rolled over. Rick wore a smile on his face as he gently cupped his own balls. He remarked, "That was fantastic, Jas.

"My heart is absolutely weary, my darling. "Start working."

"Jas, please. You shouldn't act like way. The pain in Rick's face was real. Without a doubt, he adored his wife. "I could return the favor."

“Perhaps this evening.  "I need to get some sleep so I can feel my best," she stated softly.

He gently caressed her, planting a kiss on her cheek. I merely desire your happiness, my darling. Your morning sessions are sorely missed.

Even though Jasmine was only partially awake at the time, that did make her smile. "I do too, but I get so tired when I haven't slept through the night."

Robot whispered, "Jas," and beckoned her to return. We can figure out a way to make it work, Jas, my darling. I can feel your exhaustion, my love.

Eventually, she managed to sit up. Her husband wasn't one for using pet names for reasons other than sex. "Maybe we should have a date night." He then offered her some space to think about it while he observed her matching pajamas and bedhead.

...

Beyond the wall, I could still make out their murmurs. Perhaps they were merely chatting. I was too weak to walk, so I gingerly slipped from the desk chair and crawled over to the wall, where I put my ear to listen. Focus was restored to the voices.

With the kids around all the time, it can be difficult to keep up with everything that needs doing around here. Sorry, but I just don't believe we can fit in a date night. I know you're dying for it, though. At the end of each day, I feel really exhausted.

"But this is our intimate life, Jas, my darling. We must not allow it to evaporate. Oh my! (They seemed OK to me.)

Maybe you might look for a new place to work first thing in the morning; if you'll let me sleep in before work, I'll be more energized to help you. Rick, I've been so exhausted recently. (???)

"Jasmine, I'm not going to see another lady." I love you." (Of course! Very commendable!

"Funny, I seem to remember..."

But you were there, Jas. You have no idea how committed I am to staying in this marriage. To put it simply, I adore you!

"Oh, my darling, I also love you, Richard! I couldn't have been more clear... No need to weep, my darling. "Nah, never!" Never before had I witnessed my father sob. Even though I couldn't see him at the moment, it was nonetheless shocking. His tears flowed freely. How does my mom feel about this?

"Richard, I was just thinking that maybe—well, I don't want you to take this the wrong way—but maybe, dear, Sara could help you with your morning woody."

Who, me?

After my dad showered, he said he would give my mom's proposal some thought before heading to work. For a split second, I considered intervening as I heard him making his way down the corridor. However, it was not the case for me. How do I let him know? No, daddy. "That's wrong," or perhaps "Please, Daddy, I want to know what it's like to make a man cum..." And what would I say about either of them? Do you think I meant one of them? Why? I may have meant both! I was at a loss for choice. Does it mean I could? I mean, I totally trusted my dad.

Having an affair was never a possibility for me in the past. I was aware that some people found erotica appealing from reading it, but... Never before had the idea of my parents having sex aroused my interest, but that night I overheard them in their bedroom.

My mom, what on earth was she thinking? It was as if she had just offered me a sex act! By my side, my dad!

I don't mind that you didn't ask... I know Mom thinks my brothers and I don't pitch in, but it's been years since she last cleaned the house! Are we wasting our time and energy?

However, I needed to get some sleep because I was exhausted and bewildered. It might never happen if my dad was against the plan. All I could do was pray it didn't lead to my parents' split. Although my brothers and I were not working, we were financially secure due to our two parents' support and our attendance at school. I despise contemplating the potential outcomes.

Which is why I turned in for the night. Quit mulling it over.

... Jasmine turned off the second alarm at 6:30 in the morning. She got out of bed and got her showering gear ready. She peed in the ensuite and rinsed off in the shower first thing in the morning because she knew her youngest would still be in the main bath. After returning home, she would wash her hair and shave in the tub. She longed to feel alert again.

Even after last night, she remained adamant. Actually, her enthusiasm for the concept seemed to be growing.

In other words, they were adults. Nothing bad will happen. In a little while, even her infant son Jacob would be an adult. His birthday fell on April 3rd. He was a charming young man, full of kindness and generosity. She occasionally found it bothersome that he never brought his buddies home. Ultimately, he remained a minor. It was alright if he was uncomfortable inviting strangers over.

There was no timidity in William, the middle child. He occasionally invited his buddies over, but not recently, and he never did it for any of the girls he dated. In fact, she was concerned about that aspect. At 19 years old, he sported an incredible grin and was in immaculate physical condition. Of course every mother thinks her kids are great, but I truly believe my kids are amazing and deserving of love.

Because Sara normally didn't get up until right before Jasmine left, or even later, Jasmine smoked outside in the morning (because she thought a house that smelled like cigarettes was low class) and then went inside to speak with Sara. Even though Sara's daughter was just 5 feet, 5 inches tall, everyone in Rick's family was on the petite side. There was no way around it. The way Rick's big, plump lips, dark eyes, and thick, dark hair matched her daughter's, Jasmine could see why others constantly commented they looked so similar. Rick, the man who had cheated on her but turned out to be a great spouse, was a constant presence in her life, and the children bore a striking resemblance to him. Fantastic, indeed.

As she lay on the bed, Sara's eyes scanned the room for the entrance. Her breath was rapid and labored as she pulled the covers closer to her chest.

"Did I scare you again?"

"Yeah, Mom, try not to open the door so loudly."

After a small laugh, Jasmine crossed her arms and sat down on the bed. "Are you no longer wearing a bra?" I said it before; a bra is required for sleep. You risk sagging as you age if you don't.

"I'm wearing it." It was merely astonishment.

"Show!" In response to Jasmine's demand, her daughter grudgingly removed a black strap from her T-shirt and presented it as proof. Nobody can persuade you otherwise; you need one. There's more than enough room for you to droop when you're a C cup.

Sara reattached the strap, nodded, and made a noise that didn't commit her. For Jasmine, that was the amount of confirmation she had hoped for.

She started to say, "Sara, you really aren't pulling your weight around here," but stopped herself after seeing her daughter's face become white. "I know you try hard, but there are so many little things to do around here, and I can't do all of them."

Sara kept quiet even though she knew her mother did not partake in these things. Everything about our chat was quite ordinary.

Both your dad and I think you should pitch in more, so we'll assign you something else to do. Upon our return home, we will go more into the topic. Is that so?" "Jasmine said," she replied. Of course, there was only one possible response based on her tone.

Nodding, Sara gave the signal.

In solitude, I questioned my own thoughts. Did Dad already give her a call to let her know that he had decided? Mom seemed to be acting more like she was free to do as she pleased in response to the situation. I was aware that my dad preferred to deliberate over important matters. So what if it wasn't big to ask your daughter to blow you a kiss?

I agreed, though I didn't wait for her to clarify her desires before I did so.

If I had declined, I don't know what would have occurred. She threatened to spank me if I didn't mop the floor correctly, and her eyes were narrowed in the same way they had been when I was a child. What gives you the right to expect your own daughter to obey your husband? This is her goal, I know it for sure. Was she able to avoid punishment?

Disoriented, I headed for the bathroom sink. It was unclear to me whether I was a coward. How much was this? My nipples stood up in the hot water as I lathered up. Surely I would like this. I really want this if last night was that much fun.

As soon as William rapped on the door, I dove out of the pool. Just like my mom, I'm helpless in the face of his wrath when the temperature drops too low. When it comes to our father and Jacob, I get along better. My dad...

I take William's automobile to school every day. Even though we're stuck in this clunker, it's all been worthwhile. Our parents usually get home around four, and we get back from class about an hour before they do. Jacob's bus comes just after that. Normally, the three of us would whip up a snack, but I was in the mood to skip breakfast. The idea of what might happen when my dad got home made me feel a little uncomfortable, and my will to tough it out had faded.

As I made my way to my room, Jacob trailed after. Being forced to share a room with William was something that he deeply disliked. In order for him to have some space, he incessantly suggested that we leave.

"Are you sure you don't want any ramen, Sis?"

"Yeah, I don't feel so good."

"I could get you a couple," he said. Quite generous. His strongest suit. If only you knew, my brother, that I was really anticipating a come full of pee. I felt queasy as my cunt surged from the guilt. Doing it myself would have been easier, but I was also considering taking a nap in the hopes that I was completely mistaken.

"If I don't pitch in, William won't be happy," I said, and I'm going to bed. But I am grateful nonetheless. I sat on the coverlet after closing the door behind me.

It was as if I didn't know what to do. It looked like Dad was in charge. Wanted me, was he? Needed him? The sound of his groan made me think, "What did his face look like when she was doing that to him?" back when I was a kid.

My body started to overheat, so I figured I might as well try to snooze during the half an hour of quiet I had left.

... Rick and Jasmine regrouped and entered the house together. She gazed at him hopefully as he kissed her on the cheek.

Asking, "Well?" was Jasmine's question.

Hmm, I'm not sure. I need to give it more consideration. What will be the consequences for her if she declines?

The parent is you, Richard," Jasmine scolded. The kid is her. Doesn't she have to pay to live here?

Then Rick gave a little nod.

"Well, then she should earn her place." She doesn't even have a job, really. She must be really oblivious!

"Jas, the girl has feelings."

Just like you, I do. Hey Woody, how was your morning?

For Rick, this constituted the issue. Throughout the day at the office, Rick's headache persisted, and he couldn't help but wonder:

Can he? Was he willing to take the risk? Having fun with his own spawn? A beautiful, curvy twenty-year-old, she had a kind demeanor. She remained so timid that she didn't even come out and say it until she was fifteen years old, even though she could hear them making out behind her bedroom wall. It was obviously audible to her the entire time. There was no need to worry about her weight; her figure was curvaceous and healthy. She was delicate. She had to have been so tight, my goodness. She hasn't been in a serious relationship since she was a teenager, and she's only twenty years old. How timid. She seems incredibly slim.

He was certain he could convince his daughter to let him fuck her tight, moist cunt, but he had considered the possibility that his wife wouldn't. Deception was something she detested. So he made up his mind:

I see your point. Rest is essential for your well-being. As they stepped into the house, he grinned down at his wife and embraced her.

As the living room's volume was turned up high, Jacob watched Avatar: The Last Airbender on television. He paid no attention to the fact that it was a children's program. It was to his liking.

Jacob wasn't taken aback when his parents entered the room through the open kitchen door. At 4:10 in the afternoon. Right on the nose. Their camaraderie was palpable. Jacob couldn't help but notice his father's erection in his dress pants as he had his arm around Mom.

In such settings, an erection could not be hidden. Silently making their way down the hall, they seemed to have a mission. Jacob stepped up and turned up the TV's volume.

... Upon her parents' arrival, Sara was still lying in bed. She sits up straightaway. She made her announcement by saying, "I overheard you two discussing me last night."

Unfazed, Jasmine arched an eyebrow. The entire length of Richard's face, from his brow to his ears, turned red. For a brief second, all three of them exchanged glances. A knot had formed in Sara's neck, and her parents were thinking frantically about it.

Then Jasmine spoke up. "Yes, my darling?" Tell me what I just heard.

"I heard you tell Dad that I could deal... eh?" The knot still wasn't completely gone.

"With his morning woody," Jasmine completed. A furious nod was given by Sara.

Slowly, the blood that had gushed into Rick's face found its way back to his member. Did she feel anxious or elated? He wished she was interested. He thought he had messed up and adjusted himself slightly in his slacks, but his daughter's eyes as wide as adom. The father's attention moved from his daughter to himself. Was it what his baby wanted? Her timidity was endearing, really. He had the audacity to think that she might be practically unharmed.

Oh, darling. It seemed like the ideal answer, and you should pitch in a little more. Jasmine started. Upon seeing that her daughter was staring intently at her father's bulge, she ceased her attempts at explanation. Jasmine promptly plopped herself down on a bedside corner after her pussy overflowed. Sara, would you like to take your daddy's cock? She whispered the question.

As she writhed on the bed, Sara's gaze remained fixed on her father's member. There was a noticeable and expanding bulge in the fabric.

She had heard from a boyfriend that being confined to jeans was a horrible experience. It seemed to her that the dress pants were perfect.

"Don't worry, my darling. Touch his dick, daddy says. I mean, really, Dad?

At last Rick had managed to separate himself from Sara long enough to gaze at Jasmine. As she rubbed herself against the corner of the mattress and played with her daughter-free DD cup breasts, she was clearly having fun.

"Yes," Rick responded to Jasmine. "Daddy wants his little girl to touch his cock."

Her mother was getting a thrill out of it, and Sara had no idea. Her sole focus was on her father's privates. As she licked her lips, she noticed her father's erection quivering in his jeans.

She spoke forward and said, "Daddy, I really want your cock." After this, Rick's attention returned to his daughter. In one corner, her mother was caressing her breasts as she sat on the lengthy edge of the twin mattress. Sara's flawlessly shaped breasts were just a C cup. Although they remained a bit of a nuisance, they would never interfere with his pleasure for her. Oh my goodness, if her little kitten was anything like her mom's, then...

Rick moved in closer proximity to his daughter. She smiled at him from her position on the edge of the mattress, her attention finally shifting from his cock to his face. Subsequently, she unbuckled his belt using her significantly smaller hands compared to her mother's. Sighing, Rick watched as she licked her lips. Just how far would his wife allow this to slide? Her intervention in this case was pretty cunning! She being there didn't make him sad. He had a feeling she enjoyed watching.

As Sara turned to check that her bedroom door was shut, she caught a glimpse of her mother. On the edge of the bed, she writhed, her hands climbing her shirt. She wore her bra with an asymmetrical design that allowed her fingers to touch her nipples, but she hadn't removed it. Even though Sara didn't feel surprised, I should have been. After making sure the door was indeed closed, she returned her attention to her father.

Sara delicately undid the dress pants buttons of her father. Feeling beneath her fingertips was the tip of his penis, just under the waistband. She was panting heavily and her body was drenched. Her father was left in a pair of simple blue boxer briefs when she undid the pants' zipper and lowered them. Rick, eager to fully immerse himself in the experience, began unbuttoning his own dress shirt.

Sara got out of bed and knelt down in front of her dad. Cradling his hips, she pressed her face against his manhood while kneeling down.

"Ugh!" he moaned. "Mm," he murmured as he ran his fingers through her hair, captivated by her innocence and sweetness. Very much not a slut. Sure, I'm horny, but I'm not a slut. "Baby, have you done this before?"

Stephie raised an eyebrow at him. "I made an attempt once, Dad. I'm done.

He didn't want to upset her, so Rick refrained from pressing the matter. "Do you want me to tell you how I like it, sweetie?"

While he was in his room completing his homework, William realized he had to go the restroom.

Going to the left down the hall was all it took for a short journey. Upon opening the door, he observed that Jacob had the television set to a very loud setting. Wasn't there any thought on his part? However, William needed to get his work done because he was considering going on a couple dates this weekend and didn't want to waste time.

The sound was muted as people emerged from the restroom. William then became aware of groaning. He could hear a man's grunt coming from his sister's bedroom.

Everything about it felt unlikely. His sister's reputation for being "cold" had preceded her in high school; with their parents' constant presence, she undoubtedly lacked the guts to invite a man home.

The raucous descent into lunacy on the television had resumed, and William resolved that he would uncover the brazen individual responsible for invading Sara's privacy and engaging in intimate relations with her. He moved stealthily in the direction of the door and leaned his ear on the frame. In other words, he paid attention.

As Rick looked on, his daughter's head fluttered, and he watched his wife remove her blouse and bra. Her ample bosom rested on her sturdy but somewhat unsupported chest. In her sexual encounters, she now hardly takes her bra off. I must emphasize that she was adamant about "preserving the goods." Watching her daughter undress in her father's underwear, however, revealed her bare and bulging breasts. She savored the naughtiness of the scene.

Sara prepared to breach the line she had mentally drawn while Jasmine watched.

Just by looking at her father's shape in his cotton briefs, she could tell that his dick was thick, and she was about to see it. Impressively thick. Could her lips possibly fit around that? Compared to the youngster she had let into her mouth, he was little. That lad really wasn't particularly big. But the prick on her father's finger was particularly sharp, and the moment she ran her fingers over it through the fabric, she knew she had to have it. She might not be content to just speak it.

"Hey there, sweetie. Pleasure him by sucking his cock. Quit making fun of me.

Seeing him, Sara grinned. She approached him and whispered, "Daddy," as she placed her hands on his brief elastic. "I will." As she delicately drew the waistband down over her father's pelvis, she reveled in the sight of his alluring penis. She let her father step out after dropping the handkerchief on his thighs.

Rick had a big cock that was approximately five inches in length. Following a brief period of observation, Sara extended her hand and firmly grabbed her father's member at the base. She was limited to touching her middle finger with her thumb. Another grin spread across her face, this time it was cock-directed.

Please, Sara, honey. Being taunted is just intolerable when you're this old.

It made Sara giggle. Even at 45 years of age, her father was young. Yes, she did think that was a little unfair. She reached over with her left hand and started massaging his balls. "Ugh!" he moaned.

She asked her father quietly, "Daddy, does that feel good?" as she caressed his member.

You are so kind to me, my darling. Would you mind licking Daddy's cock?

In accordance, Sara removed her moist tongue from the underside of his cock and trailed it up to his head. After that, she sucked on the bloated head, circling it with her tongue while Rick let out a sound of exasperation.

"Baby, after you get me nice and coated in your saliva, I want to go in your mouth." Gathering her locks on either side of her face, he massaged them once more. No detail was going to elude him.

Your mouth is so hot, Sara. Getting me in all the way shouldn't be a concern. Oh, sure, honey, just keep caressing me in that manner as you work. Oh, my.

Astonishment swept over William. Just how could this happen? Yes, it was. It was incorrect. By having an affair with his sister, his father had betrayed his mother. His own erection proved that it was hot and ludicrous, but true. William felt bad, but it was so mischievous to think of his sister, who is known to be very stiff, using her father's hard on. Wow, what a pig!

The possibility of William convincing Sara to insert his own dick into her mouth was a mystery to William. To him, his father's adultery provided the ideal opening. So, if his dad could cheat on Sara, he should give William half of the spoils.

How did her figure look? His mind raced with questions as he fumbled for the doorknob. The girl was quite cautious; she would always swim in an extra-large T-shirt and bring clothing to change into before getting in the shower.

How would she feel if she kissed his cock?

... I tried to run away as soon as I heard the door knob turn, but Daddy was holding on tight and wouldn't let go, no matter how caught we were. In my attempt to express my disapproval, I gurgled against his member while he kept me in that position.

No, my darling, it's alright. He told me to keep going. I was turned away from both my mom and the door, so I couldn't tell what was happening, but I could hear her shifting on the bed. I lingered on my father's member for a brief period as my heart began to pound in a manner unrelated to my enjoyment. Eventually, he pushed my head back down the shaft with his hands.

With my hands trembling and a sense of "What now?" permeating my mind, I returned to my work, convinced that the universe would punish me for letting this happen. I don't know how to describe...

My mother's words, "Oh Willy, come in," made me tense up.

Some sound like groaning, as if she were caressing herself, escaped my memory. My heart sank. Was my brother also invited by her to join in on this? I was aware of Dad's involvement. The idea that I could become the male breadwinner in this household was completely foreign to me. That was something I protested.

I was fine with my dad; he never and would never put any kind of pressure on me. Already terrified of the repercussions, William was being demanding.

I'm sorry I failed to forewarn you, my love. Something about this felt impromptu.

In reaction to her, I tried to back away, but my dad clenched my head and moaned. My mom went on from there.

You could also have your sister suck on your cock if you so choose. It seems like your dad really digs her.

My jaw clenched, and my dad halted the delicate rocking of his pelvis in my direction. "My darling, I'm OK. No need to tense up. Even while his reassuring petting of my hair helped, I couldn't help but be aware of William and Mom standing silently behind me.

Really, Sara, my darling. "We will not harm you," my father assured me. "Let's try something different."

Humming into his cock—something I hadn't attempted before—was my way of mumbling my agreement, even if I wasn't entirely sure. As soon as I sensed his thighs contracting, I knew I had him. Whatever horrible person I was turning out to be, I was good at it.

"Ms. Sara, just keep your neck loose. Alright, I'll tilt your head in your direction. Keep your focus on licking and smacking Daddy's cock.

He had an itch to scratch my face! Instead of reading all that erotica, my pussy clenched, and I pondered why the idea hadn't occurred to me before.

I thought, "This is so good." as his hold on my head relaxed and he gently pulled me further onto his cock. The broad shaft glided in with ease, and I imagined the sensation as it reached my inside organs. Although I had never engaged in sexual activity before, I had a feeling it would be completely different than using my fingers.

I thought William was removing his own cock since I heard a zipper behind us. I might have also desired that one. After all, he would inevitably experience another erection in due course. Was I now a slut?

"That is a very attractive cock, William. So ungainly and lengthy. "I bet the girls really enjoy that," my mom whispered. I pondered whether she desired him as well. Without a doubt, incest was not an issue for her.

What your sister is doing is nothing new; she's been doing it for some time now. Her clothing must be drenched. After she finishes with your father, you should assist her in stripping so that she can feel accomplished.

I could feel him approaching at any moment as my pussy constricted once again. I jumped a bit, though, and Daddy growled at me because I was startled by the sensation of his breath on my neck and his hands on my waist.

"Do what makes you happy, but keep this quiet. My daughter has given me my first blow job, and I am going to enjoy it.

"Yessir," William whispered from behind me as he reached out to touch my breasts. For the second time, I moaned into my father's cock, and he returned the sound. My father's cock was fucking my face faster and faster when William tugged a nipple through my bra, and I was soon moaning steadily around it. I could feel his muscles tensing up all of a sudden. I braced myself regardless of his lack of warning, and he arrived soon after.

I reasoned that I could perhaps ingest it all because I had prepared ahead of time. Unfortunately, I was unable to prevent the salty liquid from dripping across my chin to a certain extent. He had a salty flavor, but I was growing to enjoy it with every spurt of his cock.

Suddenly, it was over, and my dad let go of my head with a moan. As his cock slid out, it produced a popping sound; I moistened my lips to contain the spilling.

I undressed for William and let out another loud moan, this time with my freed jaw.

... Jasmine motioned for her husband to come to the bed as Sara undressed. She knelt down and cleaned his cock by sucking it into her mouth as he sat down. Still sensitive, he let out a small grunt as he saw his daughter struggle with her bra catch as William, who was already nude, attempted to shove her to the ground while fumbling with her jeans button.

"I want to be the first to fuck her," remarked the man. He didn't come back, though his cock did twitch slightly. He was aware that his age was showing in his frustration.

"Alright, honey," Jasmine said in response. Be careful not to hurt her, William. Prior to you, your dad gets to fuck her. My darling, you can't look at me that way.

As though it were his daughter spitting daggers at his wife, Rick couldn't help but giggle. Rick was once again aroused as he observed his son encircle a small, pink nipple while her bra was finally removed, revealing her slender waist and C-cup breasts. As his daughter disregarded her mother's warnings and buried her brother's head in her breast, his wife's expression grew progressively more relaxed.

While paying close attention to Sara's nipples, William struggled to remove her jeans, which she still had on. When he finally gave in, she lowered her hand to wrap around his cock, and he began to pump it as she struggled in her tight pants and moaned for him to nibble on her nipples.

Jasmine abruptly announced, "I have an idea." It appeared insignificant that the woman was still topless, as her own dress pants bore a damp spot from where she had been touching herself. "Rick, get off the bed, honey."

Jasmine went to her children and warned Sara, "Sara, baby, get up on the bed where you can be more comfortable." Rick agreed. Sara was on the bed, Rick was staring at his daughter's breasts, and Jasmine got down on one knee to remove her daughter's clothes. William, meanwhile, was rubbing his 6-inch cock.

Sara attempted to cover herself awkwardly because her panties came off in the jeans. As she delicately withdrew her hand to expose her moist, swollen pussy lips, the two males emitted a collective moan of disappointment. There was a little friction in her pants that irritated her, and her clitoral area was swollen.

"Willy, have you ever had a sixty-nine?" “What do you think?” Jasmine inquired.

"Yeah, Mom, a couple times."

"Your dad will fuck her first, but still, you should have a sixty-nine with your sister."

Sara quickly rolled over onto her side as William leaped for the bed in response to the comments spoken. Quickly, William let out a sound of pleasure as his sister licked his cock; he then drew her leg over his shoulder to have access to her cunt.

After realizing Rick was free, Jasmine finally voiced her dissatisfaction with the lack of male attention she was receiving. Rick dutifully removed her undergarments and dress pants before shoving her into the hairy carpet. He leaned down between her legs as she spread her legs wide, gently sucking her clitoris as he drove his pointer and middle finger into her dripping cunt.

With a murmured "Oh, Rick, I am so glad you agreed to this," she inserted them between thrusts.

With a laugh, Rick let out a sound. "Well, I wasn't sure what I was getting into."

"But do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

Distracted, the two failed to notice William's groaning on the bed, a sound that would later be identified as his arrival. Seeing an opportunity to survey their offspring, the parents stood up from the floor. William had seized his sister's head and was attempting to jam his member into her mouth to the fullest extent. Attempting not to gag on her brother's pulsating penis, Sara squirmed heroically, seeking attention for her briefly neglected cunt.

Although it was smaller in circumference compared to his father's, William anticipated her acceptance of his one-inch longer cock. Grunting, he used her hair to screw her face, mimicking their father's motions. "Please, open up so I can cum in your goddamn throat," he pleaded.

He was gently caressing his member as his children hummed wildly at each other's faces, a sign that Rick had finally achieved the recuperation he had feared would never come. Knowing his daughter was probably driving William insane with her moans, he couldn't help but smile when he overheard her.

The sound of William's cock swooping in and out of Sara's throat rendered any other response, such as a moan, entirely inaudible.

Jess chuckled. "Baby, Mommy will deep throat you."

William tensed up, and it seems his mother's offer was sufficient to cause him to direct his discharge directly to his sister's throat, regardless of the fact that she was still gagging around his erection. Much of William's youthful sperm dripped from Sara's mouth, across her face, and onto the coverlet as she desperately attempted to swallow while he continued to fuck her mouth.

William released Sara's head, and she spittle out his partially used cock while she was coughing and screaming. Smiling, he gave his sister a firm smack on the behind. Despite her continued sputtering, she wriggled. Because she had been left midway through her attempt, she was becoming increasingly desperate as she still hadn't cummed.

"William, I implore you. Bring out my vagina. She simply wanted to cum, she moaned.

"You scumbag.  Would you even consider me?

Yes, I did my best. A cock has never previously been shoved down my throat. Willy, I simply want to cum! Please!

"Very well," Rick cut in. I'm satisfied. Once again, I am in a state of erection, and I am more than happy to oblige the woman. Your mom made an offer, Willy. "Did you want her or not?"

Without wasting any time, Willy got out of bed and headed straight to his mom. With a smile on her face, Jasmine knelt down before her son. "Let's have some fun together."

According to Rick, his daughter should lie on her back. Suddenly, Sara acquiesced since she was more aroused than before. Her anxiety was so intense that she clutched her thighs together; it wasn't until her father joined her on the bed that she finally started to unwind.

"Baby, are you still a virgin?"

Sara whispered something like, "Um... yes..." during her response.

"Call me Daddy, Sara. It turns me on so much when you call me Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy." Sara felt an intense surge of pleasure and questioned her limits. Her pussy was throbbing from all the blow jobs her father and brother had given her earlier, as well as the brief oral stimulation her brother had given her.

"You know that this will probably hurt, but Daddy's going to try to make it easy on you, sweetheart."

"Daddy, I'm still a virgin, but I don't have a hymen anymore. I did away with it."

Confused, Rick wanted to know what she meant.

"Well, Daddy, I broke it with the handle of my hair brush."

"You did it, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. I get so very horny. Please, I trust you. Make me cum, Daddy."

Rapidly, Rick crawled over his daughter and began to massage her inner thighs while he licked on one of her nipples. She was quite excited to show him her legs.

In order to get between her legs, he raised one knee.

With a low groan, Sara started caressing her father's thigh with her cunt. She barely needed to tilt her hips to achieve the delightful friction she craved because her clitoral area was so engorged.

She writhed and moaned and humped wildly. As he continued to molest her firm breasts with both hands, Rick kissed her up to her neck, encouraging her.

"God, Sara, you are so hot and wet. Do you like that, baby?"

"Ooh yes, Daddy, I love it. I love you, Daddy. Fuck, it's so good."

...

When Jacob finished watching his morning cartoons, he turned off the TV and went to get his homework done in the time before mom came home. The constant interruptions from her, who insisted on dictating when he should hand in his assignments, became a major annoyance.

His attention was drawn to Sara's open door as he made his way down the corridor. It wasn't until he got closer that he noticed her gasping for air.

"Ooh yes, Daddy, I love it. I love you, Daddy. Fuck, it's so good."

Jacob became aroused at the sound of his sister's intense groaning and the sucking and squelching sounds emanating from the room. He crept closer, terrified.

Upon initially peering through the door, he was taken aback to find his sister absent. On the contrary, he observed his naked brother William leaning slightly back. While gently fucking their mother's face, he held her head and moaned. As she madly milked her own pussy, Jasmine's other hand was caressing her son's testicles.

In a low voice, Sara moaned, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me. Aah... Please!" Now that the TV was turned off, she was being too boisterous, but she and Rick were so absorbed in each other that they failed to notice anything else.

Jacob was standing in the doorway as Jasmine was turning to notify Rick after just realizing the TV was off and delicately separating herself from William.

With one hand she was holding William's balls and the other she was still with her fingers in her pussy. With a delicate pull, she released her fingers as she sensed her pussy contract.

She cautiously placed one finger—and then the other, which she had been using to frost herself—into her lips, her gaze fixed squarely on Jacob. She sucked all her pussy juice out of those fingers while slurping.

After then, she pressed one of her fingers to her mouth softly, hushed Jacob and William, who could tell their mother wasn't paying attention to them. William gave Jacob a knowing nod and smiled.

"You can do away with those pants, sweetie. Look, but don't touch. Your sister would be very upset," advised Jasmine. After that, she reinserted William's cock into her mouth and started sucking vigorously once more. From her periphery, she observed Jacob.

As Jacob stepped deeper into the room, he noticed his father watching Sara closely. Their lower bodies were intertwined, and his sister was desperately clinging to her father's leg.

While bragging to her ex-boyfriend a few summers back, Jacob caught a glimpse of his sister in a bikini.

It turned out that way. He had always been curious in her appearance, but nothing prepared him for the sight of her firm legs rubbing against his father's thigh and her white, white breasts being squeezed by his enormous hands.

"Daddy," she cried out in astonishment. "Oo Daddy I'm gonna cum. I'm going to cum all over your leg, Daddy. Aren't you going to fuck me, Daddy?"

With a laugh, Rick let out a sound. "I will, baby. I'll fuck your goddamn brains out. But I want you to come first. Are you going to cum for me, baby?"

Sara clenched her fists and moaned even louder in response. Jacob trudged out of the room.

It was no secret to him that William would sexually attack anything that moved, thus his behavior was predictable. He ignored his sister's pleadings and let her father penetrate her.

...

As he fucked his mother's face more forcefully, William stared at his sister. Her pussy swishing up and down Rick's calf made her moist sound, and she looked stunning. Jasmine had forsaken her son's balls and was now engrossed in self-pleasure, squeezing her nipples with one hand while her husband was invisible.

At last, Sara gasped. She slammed her pussy onto her dad's knee and arched her back, making a sound that was almost a scream. As Rick watched his daughter's eyes roll into her head, she bit into his back with her fingers. She froze for an instant, then shook against her dad to stimulate herself even more, causing her to scream once more.

When William showed up unannounced, his mother had little warning other than the fact that his cock had careened careening into her throat. While he spurted into her throat, William held her there, moaning. Afterwards, he waited for her to move away from him while she gasped and continued to frig herself.

Rick was now fully prepared. His daughter was also clearly prepared, given the condition of his leg.

She heaved her breasts against his chest as he held her close, and they both breathed in sync as she drew back from her coma. As she returned to him, his face, and his erection on her pelvis, her look transformed from one of blissful indifference to one of urgent want.

"Daddy, are you going to fuck me right now?" she inquired.

Rick hid his face as he adjusted himself between her legs and delicately pulled them up, saying, "Yes, baby." "Hold the backs of your knees, sweetie."

In response, Sara grinned and did as he asked. Rick couldn't help but grinned back at her. He knelt down and then kissed his daughter tenderly on the lips.

Sara experienced the warmth and tenderness of his kiss on her in a new way, as they had never kissed in a romantic capacity before. She playfully explored his mouth with her tongue as he joyfully engaged in self-pleasure. A master kisser, his father was.

Rick resumed his position, pressing his aching cock against his daughter's damp slit, and the kiss ended. Sara shook with fear as they both groaned. As he massaged his penis's head between her wet and puffy pussy lips, she groaned again, and he chuckled at her.

Despite his current limpness, William bravely made his way to the bedside to visit his father and sister. In the aftermath of her orgasmic breakthrough over Jacob, her baby!, he abandoned his mother on the floor, where she lay trembling.

Jacob was let in with the door ajar because of their negligence. But Jacob was in her plans; she would never be cock-deprived again if he got well almost as fast as William.

As Rick leisurely introduced his daughter to her slippery cunt, he chose to disregard his son William's presence. He was more desirable to Sara than her brother.