“Well, you’ve simply got to tell him then,” Sally insisted. “In fact, you’ve got to let him watch you and Jerry ‘go at it’ once in a while. That’s one way you can help Carl to stay interested in you over the long haul. Another way, is to let him watch you pee from time to time. I know that sounds weird, but it’s just another one of his fetishes. It turns Carl on a lot to watch women pee. He also gets off on women watching him pee.”
“Gee, Sis. Thanks for the advice,” Cindy graciously said, realizing that Sally had just managed to tell her something that she didn’t know yet about Carl. Although she already knew that Carl was into cuckolding, Cindy had no idea that Carl was also into the whole “golden showers” thing. But she figured that that was just a harmless fetish that she could definitely live with. At least, Carl wasn’t into feet, or pantyhose, or bondage, or diapers, or something super-weird like that.
Cindy hadn’t told Carl yet about her sexual “arrangement” with Jerry, because she thought that Carl might get mad at her for using her pussy to pay her share of the rent. Of course, Cindy’s fears were completely unfounded, because nothing could have been further from the truth. Carl was much more open-minded than that. He actually admired Cindy for her ingenuity. He thought of her as being a true survivor.
“I’m only giving that advice to you,” Sally continued, “Because I want Carl to want to leave me, so that he can shack up with you and Uncle Jerry here at the apartment, and so that I can shack up with Rico at my house.
“Oh, and by the way, Uncle Jerry has been ‘dicking me’ too, for a long time, just in case you weren’t aware of it.”
At this point, Cindy couldn’t help but think to herself, Of course, I’m aware of it! It seems like all Uncle Jerry ever does, is tell me how great it was having sex with you, and how much he misses it.
Meanwhile Sally was continuing on, “And Carl already knows all about my secret sexual relationship with Uncle Jerry, too. So he shouldn’t be too surprised to find out about yours. I’m just letting you know.”
“Well, thank you for all the information,” said Cindy, with a forced, Stepford Wives smile on her face. “But I have one question for you. Why did you come over here to Uncle Jerry’s apartment this morning?”
“Do you want the truth, or a lie.”
“How about the truth?”
“I came over, hoping that Uncle Jerry would end up sticking that nice, fat, beer-can dick of his inside my pregnant pussy, and make me cum my ass off, like he always used to. How’s that for being truthful?”
“I think I can top that, believe it or not,” said Cindy.
“Oh yeah? Well go ahead and try,” Sally challenged.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex with you, Little Sis.”
Cindy could hardly believe that those words had just come out of her own mouth. And now that the gates of her emotional dam had finally been opened, the rest of the emotional water just started flooding out, as Cindy openly confessed to Sally, “The whole time that we were growing up together, I just wanted to molest your beautiful young body. But I was always too afraid to act on my desires. Up until now. That is, if you’ll have me.”
Cindy pushed her chair away from the table, and stood up, still facing Sally. Then she bravely untied the cloth belt around her housecoat, letting it fall open to each side, revealing that she was totally naked underneath it. Cindy’s large, pale-nippled, milk-white breasts literally shimmered in the brightly-lit kitchen, against the background of her dark blue housecoat lining.
Sally just sat there in shock for a moment, and didn’t say or do anything.
That made Cindy feel like a fool, and she quickly started to close up her housecoat, apologizing to Sally, “I’m sorry, Sis. I didn’t mean to ‘come on’ to you like that. I mean, if you’re not interested, then you’re not interested, and–”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Sally blurted out, rudely cutting Cindy off. “Now open that God damn housecoat back up, Girl! And show me those awesome boobies, and that lovely orange-haired pussy of yours! You ought to be proud of that little fucker down between your legs. You know it? You gingers are truly a rare breed. And I’m glad you had a different father than I did. You don’t realize how much you pussy turns me on, do you?”
“I guess I don’t.”
“Well, then let me show you,” Sally said, standing up and walking over to stand in front of Cindy, to look her straight in the eye. Then Sally shoved her right hand up under Cindy’s bare, hairy crotch, and she started fingering Cindy’s pussy with incredible finesse. The kind of finesse, that only another woman could master.
Then Sally suddenly grabbed a handful of Cindy’s pubic hair, and yanked on it hard, and without letting up, said to Cindy, “I’ve heard you gingers can tolerate a lot of pain. Is that true?”
“God damn it, Sally! You’re hurting me! Why are you doin’ this to me?” Cindy screamed out, as she was wincing, from the persistent pain in her crotch area.
“Because I’m pissed at you for running off with your boyfriend, and leaving me all alone in that big house, with my father,” Sally answered. And that was a total lie on her part.
There were actually two very different reasons why Sally was pissed at Cindy:
1) Sally had a sadistic streak in her, which she normally exercised through the intentional mental torture that she so often put her husband through. But this time, Sally had chosen to derive her sadistic pleasure from physically torturing for her older sister, instead of fucking with her mind.
2) Sally had a bad case of “pussy envy”. Her older half-sister just happened to have the kind of pussy that Sally had always wished for. As far as Sally was concerned, Cindy had been blessed with an attractive-looking, light-pinkish colored, “innie” type of pussy, that looked just like a miniature butt, from the front. And in its natural state, Cindy’s whole crotch area was super-feminine-looking, with only a light smattering of orangish-red pubic hair. Sally, on the other hand, had a much-darker-skinned pussy, with overly-large discolored inner labia hanging quite a ways down out of her crack. Sally hated the way that her whole vulva looked–especially when she left it in its natural state. She had a super-thick patch of dark-brown pubic hair that looked like it should have a dick sticking out of it, and balls hanging down underneath. At least, that was what Sally thought about it. And that’s why she had always preferred to keep her pussy shaved baby-bare.
“Do you know what happened to me after you moved out of the house?” Sally asked Cindy.
“No.”
“Do you remember how I used to like to sleep with Dad, after our mother died?”
“Yes. You were definitely a daddy’s girl.”
“You can say that again. One night, I was fast asleep, and next thing I knew Dad was on top of me, raping me!”
“Oh my God!” Cindy immediately reacted.
“That’s exactly how I felt, too. Dad just shoved that big, fat dick of his up inside my little virgin pussy, and started goin’ to town. But you know what’s really weird? I orgasmed my butt off while that mother fucker was raping me. Can you believe that?”
“Wow! That’s horrible! But could you please let go of my pubes now? Pretty please?” Cindy pleaded, and then breathed a big sigh of relief when Sally’s hand finally relaxed its firm grip on her pubic hair, and went back to gently fingering her pussy crack.
“And then the very next night,” Sally continued on with her story, “Dad rolled over on top of me and raped me again. And I orgasmed my butt off again. Are you startin’ to see a pattern here? Dad just kept on raping me over and over again, night after night, until it really wasn’t rape anymore, because I was the one who was wanting Dad to ‘do me’. In fact, I would literally beg him to stick his ‘special finger’–that’s what he liked to call it–in my ‘big hole’ every night, just like a young child begging her parent for an ice cream. Now that’s fucked up, if you ask me!”
“I’m sorry, Sis. I didn’t know,” Cindy said, and then asked, “But you actually called it your ‘big hole’?”
“Yeah. Back then, I didn’t know what else to call it. Let’s face it. ‘Naive’ was my middle name back in those days. I just knew that I had this big hole at the rear of my ‘peepee’, and that it always felt really good to me, whenever I’d stick things up inside it, and then move ’em all around. Like my fingers, for instance.”
“Gosh. Why didn’t you come to me back then, and let me know what was happening to you?” asked Cindy.
“You had already moved out of the house by then. And I really didn’t want to burden you with my problems. Besides, I was way too ashamed and embarrassed about what I was doing with Dad every night. Did you know that the other girls at school always used to make fun of me for still being a virgin? That’s pretty ironic, isn’t it? And all I could really do was put up with their bullshit harassment. I mean, what was I gonna tell ’em? I certainly wasn’t gonna tell ’em the truth. That my own father had taken my virginity. And that he had done it by raping me. And that he was now my lover. Because that’s exactly what he became, Cindy.”
Sally felt bad after she had just finished lying to her sister about the “father raping her” part of her story. But even though Sally wanted to finally “come clean” with Cindy about the fact that she and her deceased father had been lovers, she just couldn’t bring herself to confess to her older sister that she had really been the one who had seduced her own father into having sex with her that very first time, as well as all the times after that.
“Wow! I still don’t know what to say,” Cindy remarked.
“But you wanna know what’s even more fucked up than that?” Sally trudged on with her story, “Dad got me pregnant several months later. And he never came inside me the whole time. Not even once. He’d always pull out of me at the very last minute, and jack himself off. Frankly, I don’t know how the man did it. He could steadily hump away at my pussy for a good 15 or 20 minutes, and then suddenly pull out, and cum all over my lower abdomen. Later on, once I had learned a lot more about ‘the birds and the bees’, I managed to put 2 and 2 together, and realized that Dad had been intentionally using the withdrawal method of birth control, and that it had to be some of his pre-cum that had gotten me pregnant with Jordan.”
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