“Fuck, honey! Concentrate, will you,” dad said as he held his slimy dick in his hand.
“Sorry, daddy. It’s just Alex is so bi-”
He sighed as he stuffed it back in. There were grunts and groans, but we finally managed to relax into a workable rhythm. Michelle had an uncanny talent for breathing through her nose. As I thrust, I reached up and popped her other boob out. Her dress contracted around her midriff. Dad stripped away, and then tossed her broken bra over his shoulder. I felt damp panties under my foot. With a sly grin, I crushed her fiancés drying seed.
“You’re right, son,” my panting father said. “Let’s not make this a one-time thing!”
The table wobbled as we made use of both orifices. Dad closed his eyes and groaned. Sweat looked much better on my body. My sister’s gaze acknowledged the fact. She didn’t look too bad herself. Scratch that — she looked astounding. She curled fingers around his cock. She looked at him as she worked tongue and hand. She was totally focused on the meat pumping her mouth.
“Ah, baby! Yes!”
The wildness of the sex had completely captured us now. I didn’t care that my own father was about to blow his load. It was like each of us were a part of the same sexual being. I watched as he clutched a fistful of his daughter’s hair. It probably wasn’t like that the first time she went down on him. I doubt he was as rough. I doubt he was asleep either. My growls were loud. My father’s louder. Michelle was so gloriously wet between the legs.
I smiled at our overly stimulated father’s utterances. His moans and hisses were, however, quite infectious. I felt a deep tingle of my own sprouting. His mouth fell open to release a roar. It was incredible how Michelle kept her adoring eyes on him. Her cheeks bulged to a man’s rampant ejaculation. Thick white cream poured down her face; flowing over jawbone and chin. His stream of cum continued down her neck to stain my expensive cushions. He flicked his shrinking cock a few times on her juicy lips. He let go of her well mauled breast. Eyes still closed, and quite satisfied, he stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the sofa.
“Love you, daddy.”
Sharp eyes targeted me.
“Your turn,” she said, jizz flooding from her mouth.
“You love making a mess, don’t you, sis?”
Squeezing her thighs, I returned to hard rams. I must have subconsciously slowed down to let dad cum. You wouldn’t be able to tell that from the mess. She could gasp and moan much better now her mouth was mostly empty.
“Yes, Alex! Fuck me!”
My balls rumbled. The intense clap of sweaty flesh failed to wake the man on the sofa. He slept right through my loudening grunts. I lurched forward to enjoy her body. The poor girl almost slid off the table as I ripped the tattered dress away. Demented hands roamed between breasts and belly.
“How bad do you want it, sis?”
Tightening pussy lips was her reply.
Her whole body shook to my violent thrusts. Reaching down, she rubbed her battered pussy. Moans escaped her as sweat fell. Heavy breaths infusing with the clammy thumps of flesh served only to summon my seed. Michelle released a cry as fluid washed over my member. If my digging fingers pained her, she never let on.
“My sexy, little Cersei,” I whispered, burying myself as deep as she’d allow.
She threw her head back as the first shots exploded. I lay my palm on her tummy, almost expecting it to expand. Pulse after pulse of my carnal juice slushed her meaty walls. They washed away any traces of Brian before being swallowed up by her fertile body. I let out a beastly growl as my thrusts weakened. Everything that had been inside me, belonged to Michelle now. Carefully pulling out, a globule of cum oozed down her closing lips.
Such a strange feeling — ejaculation sobered me. It never used to. I guess it had been a while since I’d properly ‘been’ with Michelle. Or maybe it was the fact that I’d just surrendered my seed to a woman’s body. It’s funny how that’s never a concern while in the midst of passion. Nature’s way of continuing the species, I suppose. My primal needs met, the image of my naked, sperm filled sister became a little too much for the mind to comprehend. Having just family tag-teamed the girl, I went in search of strong liquor.
***
Sitting up on the table, Michelle had her knees up and legs open wide.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Michelle, too preoccupied with the pool that had formed on the glass surface, ignored me. A kind of disgusted curiosity crossed my face. I watched her dip her fingers, like a feathered pen needing ink, before scooping the viscous fluid into her vagina. It was mostly the stuff that had spilled from her mouth. Dad.
“You are a strange one, aren’t you?”
Parting her lips, I poured some of my drink into her mouth. Poor girl must have been parched. She went back to her scooping. I began to wonder. Was this the real issue at hand? Was my sister actually a bit messed up in the head? Had I and dad, not only ignored such behaviour, but taken advantage of it throughout the years? I stopped what didn’t bear thinking about.
“Right, that’s enough,” I said, lifting her off our alter of sin.
Her feet didn’t touch the ground as I carried her.
“What about dad?” she said.
“He’ll be fine. I’ll get him a blanket.”
She smiled after each kiss she planted on my chest. My bedroom door drew closer. I tried to make it look natural. I looked away as Michelle brought her lips towards mine. I put her down outside the bathroom. Then I opened my big fucking mouth.
“Wash that mouth out first.”
She glared at me with scornful eyes. The joke clearly hadn’t landed.
“You can be such a jerk at times, Alex, you know that?” I mean, after all I’ve done for you!”
“I know,” I said meekly. “All the sex. I’m sorry, sis.”
“No. Not just the sex, asshole!”
“What are you on about?”
Now I was getting defensive.
“After all you’ve done for me?”
She spread her arms like she was showing off the place.
“Confidence, Alex. All this. You seem to forget a time when you were just a skinny teenager. But I don’t. Who was the one to comfort you when no one else would? Who made you a fucking man?”
It’s funny where women’s minds go when you piss them off. I should have backed down. Me and my big mouth.
“Ah, I see. So that’s what you tell yourself to justify being a fucking nymphomaniac?”
Her exaggerated laugh was interrupted by big hands clasping her bare shoulders.
“Wow! Wow! What’s going on here? What’s all this bickering about?”
“He’s being really mean to me, daddy,” she said, spinning into his barrel chest.
“Now, now, darling. Son! How could you upset your sister like that. Are you trying to wreck this nice little thing we have going?”
“What? She’s the one who started freaking out on me! You always take her side!”
“Daddy, I think I should stay with you tonight. Give Alex some time to calm down.”
Her manipulating words would have driven my blood to the boil had I not just cum in her.
“I’ll not have the night end on such fowl terms. Brian, you have a nice, big bed, correct?”
“Ugh…Yeah?”
“Then lead the way. It’s been a lovely evening, but we’re all very tired now.”
Michelle stuck her tongue through her devilish grin. I had to remind myself that she was twenty-three years old. Throwing my arms up in defeat, it was much too late to be dealing with such family squabbles. My little bratty sister. A tale as old as time. She really knew how to wind her brother up!
I could tell she was smirking as I crawled over her to get to my side of the bed. Michelle seemed happy enough to share a part of both our pillows. Dad’s crackling snore’s made us chuckle. Any other night of the week, assuming some bizarre situation in which I had to share a bed with my father, he’d be getting kicked the fuck out. Tonight, though, I’d be able to sleep through an invasion. At least the laughing seemed to ease some of the tension between me and Michelle. A disarming voice sounded.
“Is it okay if we cuddle?”
She must have assumed my answer as her softness pressed against me. Her delightful flesh all but assured my acceptance.
“I didn’t mean what I said. Was just mad at you,” she said.
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