Travis caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday morning. She was still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if she had gone through a long and grueling night. “Hey, sis, how did it go? He locked the door, and I couldn’t ease into your room to watch from the closet, but…
I became consciously aware that I was going to fuck my step-dad one summer evening while swimming in our pool. I had fostered a crush on him since I had sprouted boobs, but now the feeling was different. We swam around, playing and splashing for awhile then he climbed out of the pool to smoke…
Jenny held her father by the arm, leading him to her bedroom. He went without protest, but in a numbed kind of silence that worried her some. She had been watching his face closely when she opened that door, and saw the shock that crossed it when he saw the stark scene before them. There…
Travis swallowed some whiskey and fought down a cough. The stuff burned and tasted crappy, but he figured he needed it, or something to jack up his nerve. No matter what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy about his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be part of the…
Holding her father by the hand, Jenny reached for the doorknob. It had taken three drinks to help convince him that he ought to cum in naked, and he was high now. But at least he wasn’t wearing that floppy old robe, and she was freshly scrubbed, proud that her mom was at last going…
Chapter 8 Travis was up early, unable to sleep. He spent a long time in the shower, enjoying the hot water, soaping himself thoroughly. When he was dry, he inspected his face in the mirror, thinking that perhaps he had grown more beard overnight. He sure felt a lot older. Standing before the sink he…
There was sweetness in his sister’s cunt, and Travis licked it slowly, savoring the honey there. He was replete, but not sated, and thought he would never be; there were far too many erotic things yet to do, so many awesome combinations to try, and he meant to go through them all, one by one,…
Chapter 9 “Give me a shower first,” Jenny said. “I want to be naked with you in a shower.” “Anything you say, girl.” He put down the suitcase they’d bought first thing. “The clerk didn’t even blink when I registered as Mr. J. J. Oliver and daughter.” “That’s because you asked for twin beds,” she…
Chapter 4 Travis heard his parents come home, because they were arguing about something the minute they hit the door. He pushed aside the book he had been reading, slipped on his robe and went downstairs to raid the fridge. He was hungry, and grinned at the idea of stoking up his strength again. It…
“So she actually got the gall to fuck her daddy, huh?” I asked my husband, Jack, who had just finished telling me about his recent escapade with our whore of a daughter Marie. He recanted the event with a grinning mouth, his eyes alight with joy. And from the way his cock strained against his…
Chapter 5 Jenny had been busy playing bartender all night, and had watched her brother keep a conversational ball rolling as he stayed between their mother and father, a buffer so that their fight wouldn’t really get started. They had been surprised at so much attention from their kids, Jenny saw, and before the evening…
I Fucked My Father Part 2 My father had been on top of me, our bodies pressed together so his cock was crushed between us. We were kissing in a way no father no daughter should ever kiss; our tongues thrusting into each other’s mouth; it was a kiss not of love, but a forbidden…
The Return of Mrs. Claus I had spent the whole day washing one of my Christmas Eve outfits, over and over again, trying to get the smell of mothballs out of the fabric, what little fabric there was. There really wasn’t much to it. A Sexy Santa under-wired bra with fur trim and a ruched…
I can’t begin to tell you the shame and guilt — and horror — that I felt that night. My daughter Emmie had performed fellatio on me. Me, her father. Oh God, that makes it all sound so clinical and impersonal. No. What she did was suck my fully erect cock. She sucked me off,…
Chapter 6 Travis wasn’t used to whiskey. He’d only had three beers in his life, and the drink he’d taken with his sister was a fire in his belly. He wanted another one, but didn’t dare swallow it because he might get too smashed to go upstairs. And Jenny hadn’t been putting him on when…
