I grabbed her hips and lifted her up and slammed her back down on my cock as hard as I could. Each time she came down, I pushed my hips up to meet her and drive my cock in as far as it would go.
“Oh my God, David! Yes…yes fuck my ass. Fuck my brains out. Fuck your Aunt Sarah. Fuuuucck! I’m cumming again!!
“Play with your tits Aunt Sarah, squeeze them and pinch the nipples!” I told her as I started rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She reached up and squeezed her tits and shoved them together then back and forth a few times. She grabbed both of her nipples and pulled on them until she nearly screamed with pleasure. She let them go, went back to squeezing and shoving them around some more. She looked me in the eyes and kept wiggling her ass around on my cock every time it was deep inside her. Damn she loves getting fucked in the ass! She was hot and when she looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, ran her tongue around her lips and pulled her nipples out again, it drove me over the edge.
“Damn, Sarah I’m going to cum!”
“Yes David, cum in your slutty Aunt Sarah’s ass. Fill my ass with your hot cum!!”
That did it, I grabbed her hips and sank my cock deep inside her. I came for what seemed like forever, and filled her the way she asked. I finished and looked at her with my cock still in her ass, when I looked into her eyes they had that same animal lust that she had earlier.
“So Aunt Sarah, did that hurt?”
“Oh fuck no Davey, not at all! It’s just never been this good…ever, and you and your mom are the reason for that. You feel so good inside me and I love that you make me feel loved and wanted and sexy and slutty all at the same time. It’s just an emotional high that I really want to get addicted to. I just hope like hell that I don’t wake up and discover that this is all a dream.”
“No dream Sarah, but I am going to leave you to help mom with Aunt Crissy. I’m sure there must be a few childhood or teenage slights you could avenge yourself for on Crissy, aren’t there?”
That thought found a spot in Sarah’s mind and she got an evil little look in her eye that said I was right.
“Let me up, I got to get over there before the fun’s over and done.” She got up but before she walked away she leaned in and kissed me deeply, then walked over to the hot tub where Rachel was now starting to fist Crissy, but obviously not letting her cum. When Sarah got there, Rachel said something to her and Sarah turned around in the water and knelt at the edge of the tub facing me. Rachel dragged Crissy over by her hair and was making her drink my cum out of Sarah’s ass while she continued her assault on Crissy’s pussy and ass from behind. The look on Sarah’s face was pure bliss.
I went inside, grabbed a shower and got dressed. I picked up the file folders and went back and sat at the dining room table to read through them.
The first folder I opened was a copy of the official police report on Molly and Thomas Kirkpatrick’s deaths. It all looked pretty straight forward, but I knew that if the old man had it there was a reason. I found the reason in the CSI report at the scene. The rat poison box had been refilled with flour and placed under the sink. Dad had post-it notes stuck to the page with his notes on them. ‘Molly refilled to avoid raising suspicion in Thomas’. I read through the rest of the pages, and found a copy of all three of the girls’ attendance records for school the day of the murders. All normal, except for Crissy’s, she was marked absent for two classes in the afternoon around the time her parents died.
That’s interesting, could she have had anything to do with all of this?
The second folder had a hospital birth record for a little girl showing Molly as the mother. The child was born about 2 weeks before her death, and that the baby’s delivery was about 6 weeks premature. It also indicated that the labor had been induced early due to a severe physical beating. This birth was supposed to have been a miscarriage. A copy of the original birth certificate was attached along with an amended one which showed an adoption.
The mother’s name on the original was of course Molly Kirkpatrick, unmarried. Hmmm. The father’s name was listed as Jonas Tomkins. The baby’s name was Teri.
Teri Tomkins!?!? Jonas?!? Teri was Rachel’s half sister?
The last page was a DNA test report with Teri’s and Rachel’s names on it. The test showed them as full sisters, not half. HOLY SHIT!! Smart woman that Molly Kirkpatrick, she gave her youngest daughter to the child’s (and apparently all of her children’s) natural father and told the abusive husband that she’d lost the baby.
Teri had been my best friend in high school. She was a year older than me, but we grew up together. Her family lived less than half a mile from here, and she broke my cherry at 16. We hadn’t talked in years, despite my writing to her twice a week when I was in the service overseas. There had been an ‘incident’ as the old man had called it. Teri got pregnant from our one and only time together. I believed it, because Teri never lied to me the entire time I knew her. We shared everything then. The old man had a DNA test done, and told us all that the baby wasn’t mine. He even produced a copy of the DNA report to prove it to Teri’s dad. Teri and I hadn’t spoken to each other since. Early on I tried and I even believed she wanted to talk, but there was no way I was getting past her dad after the test came back. All I wanted was to be near her at that point, and we both ended up separated permanently.
And my ‘Aunt Teri’ had taken my virginity at 16. Rachel’s going to be so proud of both of us.
I was shaking with anger and adrenaline when I opened the last folder. I could have bitten a chain and spit nails at that point. The top page was the copy of the DNA report that the old man had given to Teri’s dad. That should have been the only thing in there, but the old man had lied once more, there beneath the report was one with the same date on it, proving that I was indeed the father of Teri’s little girl. The only differences in the reports were the results, and the fake report had what looked like a hand drawn copy of the technician’s official stamp on it. Since the average person on the street never sees these things, the lie passed unnoticed by Teri’s dad.
So I can only speculate that when the question of paternity came up, the old man would have started looking into Teri and her family, because that’s what he did. Her birth certificate would have led him to Molly, and he followed that to her death and the circumstances surrounding it. Son of a fucking bitch!!
What a fucker! He had to have kept this from Rachel and her sisters, if nothing else, Crissy wouldn’t have let the old man get away with it, she’s too brash to be cowed even by him.
He kept me from my best friend for 10 years. Even if I could have forgiven him for both of these things, I would never have forgiven him for keeping me from my daughter.
I have a 10 year old daughter that I’ve never had the joy of meeting or knowing.
If the fucker wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him myself!!!!
“David?”
Niki intruded into my thoughts, I had missed hearing her come in. She had her luggage, dressed in loose comfortable clothes and still a little damp from her shower, she really was beautiful, too bad she had to leave.
“Hi Niki, sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“That’s okay…” She seemed a little distracted and kept glancing toward the patio sliders.
“What’s the matter Niki?”
“Do you know what’s going on out at the hot tub? Christina’s servicing Sarah and Rachel’s fisting Crissy in her ass and her pussy.”
“Yep, I know. Like the old saying says: ‘Paybacks can indeed be a bitch.’ And apparently so can my mom if you piss her off.”
“Good to know. Mental Note to self ‘DO NOT PISS RACHEL OFF!”
“Probably for the best that way. I’ll go get the car and we can get you to the airport.”
“Okay, I’m going to go watch and play with myself until you get back.”
“Damn, that’s something I’d love to watch.”
She reached into her pants and stuck her fingers into her pussy. When she pulled hand out and then separated her fingers, her stickiness clung between her fingers. As she licked them clean, she finally broke eye contact and moved toward the glass doors.
I thought: Yep, it really is too bad she’s heading home tonight.
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