Our Dad’s College Deal. Bk. 01

Everyone in this tale of incest is 18+.

Our Dad’s College Deal. Book 1.

How does one start a twisted tale, By being twisted, maybe? My fraternal twin and I turned nineteen in the last month of school. It was a Wednesday, and we were planning a beach party around our pool by Friday after school to start the summer of 2012. With any luck, Dad will get called out of town for work, and maybe Mom will get drunk again. After that, I could talk my girlfriend into coming over to play Spin the Bottle with my hot Sister, Doctor was fun, but it was time for more grown-up games.

I need to fill in the portrait of our happy little nuthouse of a family. My Mom is Bridget Joy Bogart; she was a Vegas showgirl working her way through college back in the day. A forty-two-year-old with stunning golden blond hair standing six foot flat and curvy one hundred thirty-two pounds meant it was often hard to talk to her, even as her son, or maybe harder. I know parts of me are harder, man what a pervert I can be.

Being as sexy as a centerfold, there were rumors, but we’ve not seen photos; Dad called her arm candy any and every chance that came up. Being built with 38-34-36 DD meant she could have been one. Our Mom was always quiet when Dad was near, nor did she ever talk about her world before Dad. Her brown eyes had questions in them always.

Our sixty-two-year-old Silver Fox Dad, David Allen Bogart, his silver hair came in ten years ago, or he stopped dying his hair one or the other. He stood six feet without shoes, but he had lifts in his shoes with high heels. Mom was never in high heels; she was always in flats, Dad’s ego. Dad had blue eyes; he gave them to my Sister and me.

Now I’m older by ten minutes, so I get to go first, Dan Allen Bogart standing six foot four, two hundred five pounds, way too soft, blue eyes, long blond hair mainly in a ponytail. I’m smarter than I am stronger neither my Sister nor I have ever been allowed to play sports at our private school. I often wonder why if our Dad had a hand in that. So I had to cheat and forge my Dad’s signature on a permission slip to learn to swim in gym class. At least I could work out in the school gym.

My Sister Bobbie Joy Bogart is a touch shorter than I; she stood six foot two when you stood straight, with stunning long red hair, one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, and piercing blue eyes.

With a stunning figure of 38-34-36, dd meant she could be a showgirl too, a fact our Dad has been harping about nonstop for most of the last year its quite frankly was getting too weird for words. I mean, whose Dad tells their daughter at the dinner table with just the right-sized pasties, will she look like your Mom in her showgirl days?

How does a nineteen-year-old kid play doctor in today’s world? So video face time or sexting on my phone would work? So it would be no big deal that three girlfriends and I played together, but not all at once.

A Pro-guard-dog watch phone application caught us; Mom grounded me when I refused to keep sexting with my Mom. OK long story, but let’s see if I can keep it short.

I would be sexting my long-time girlfriend, Ginger. I thought we were safe phones are safe, right? I told her what to do and how to where; it made her jello that we came like freight trains, hard, fast, and on time. She would turn it around on me, telling me how or what. It was hard not wanting to be on the phone 24/7. Then Ginger told her best friends about this, and I was sexting with three and face-time live with two more talking about hot.

I won’t find out who the third was till the nanny cam incident, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I got a text near eight am I did not look at the number first. I mean, would you if you got this text? “Fuck me woke up wet and empty my clit is lonely, throbbing for your touch, baby. Will you suck my hard nipples and squeeze my tits? Danny, will you?”

I texted back without thinking. “Hell yes, I slide my hot hard seven-inch cock between your legs, letting it slide across your wet slit slapping it on your clit, spanking it with you as your wet pussy opens for me. Then, I slide my hot cock through your lips, rubbing your clit the whole stroke. As I bit your hard nipple pulling with my teeth.”

Wait, wait, wait, Danny, nobody fucking calls me that, but Mom, my Mom calls me that when Dad is not around. I got another sext just as hot, but now I’m worriedly texting my Mom; what the fuck?

I look at the number Fuck it’s Mom’s number. “Can I suck your big cock, big boy? I love how it leans a little left, and your head is so purple when you hard that dark purple vein stands out like a lightning bolt.” The text read.

My girlfriend has not seen my cock yet, hard or otherwise. I know two things one, it has to be Mom. It’s her number, and two, my Mom and Sister are the only two people who have ever seen my cock. Shit, could it be my Sister? Wait, who has seen me hard? Not my Sister’s shit; my Mom did. She walked in on me one morning as I worked on my hard morning wood. Now how do I answer if this is a trap? It has to be. I text back. “I heard noises. I got to run. Don’t want to get caught, sorry.”

I changed the text ringtone on moms number so I will know if she sends another text. I text my Sister. “Is Mom up? Getting a weird text from Mom’s phone, or did you steal her phone and you’re sexting me, you a-hole.”

Bobbie texts back. “Nope, Mom looks mad as hell just walked into the kitchen at the island. She’s texting someone; glad her mad was not at me. I am eating my cereal. Your toast, bro. Wait, Mom is sexting you?”

“Talk in person. I saw an app on my phone and found it in a folder that said, ” Other apps, better look.” I sent.

Well, I missed thirty texts; they started mad, and yes, they are from Mom. The last ones were angry, and unless I’m sexting back with a video of me stroking till I come for Mom or I’m grounded for a month and no phone use or being able to go to the prom at school. No way, this is not a trap. I waited all day for the other shoe to drop, but Dad never said anything. Finally, Mom grounded me at dinner, Dad did not even ask why, but I wondered.

So like that, I lost my phone again for a month, and sexting/face-time on our phones became dead. I still had a laptop, but it had some kid-ware app watching it reporting to Mom. So telling my Sister was there was the right move. She set my computer up with a partition on the hard drive and hooked up our own router and internet hook up, leaving nothing for the kid app to see.

Ginger stopped by a few days a week to study with Bobbie and to flirt with me. One night she gave me a teddy bear and put it on the stairs, pointing at the living room. It was cute as fuck; you gave me a link to go to look at as we sat at the dining room table studying. Ginger sent me the link on FaceTime, and I clicked on it on my laptop, and I saw the living room and my Mom doing yoga, and Ginger winked at me and says. “Ten pm, sexy baby”

Nanny Cam sexting was born that night with no texting but talking to the Cam, and with the app, we can talk and tell each other what we need to do as we watch, no phone required. It was way past messy on my part. It took a large towel to clean up after my first of three comes that first night.

I got a message about a week later from Ginger that said to swipe right on the video feeds now, and it moves to others who are in on the Nanny Cam Roulette.

Some dozen girls and two guys, including me, show their faces or others their tits, some just their pussy. One night after coming twice already, two want-to-play girls still seemed to be able to keep coming long after I was able to cum one last time. Four in a row was hard coming, no pun intended. I noticed a mole that was on my Sister’s tummy above her pussy. We used to bathe together as kids, and well, you must know it’s my cock your rubbing your pussy to, not another that looks like mine, a minor congenital disability. I know you know what I look like.

Swiping right, I get Ginger again and send a text with the app on the laptop. I ask. “I’ll Show you my cock if you tell me why you got my sis in on this, Ginger.”

Ginger sent it back. “You show your cock anyway, but you are slow. She happens to want you; we talked no one has ever made her feel safe. She watched me play with you sexting. We played touching ourselves; she wanted this, she wants you. Weird as hell, but I know love when I see it, Dan. And I watch you as she is in the room. You look hungry. I thought it was for my Fur-burger, but now I am smart enough to know you care for us both. We will have a fun night together one day, but we might die. It will be so good now stroke your big cock for me and tell me what you would do with your hard cock to me, baby, as I make my hard clit come.”

Ginger moans and comes; she shows me her sticky wet fingers, man, that’s a lot of girl juice, as you say. “Thank you, baby, and kiss your sis for me; now make her come too.”

I swipe four times till I get back to Bobbie. Does it look like you have not been touching your self why not?

“Bobbie baby, you’re not playing; how come?” I asked in my text.

You logged off. I thought you freaked out when saying your name, and we were called to dinner a few seconds later. The sun was still shining as it was late May. Dad is reading a folder it has our school records. He is not talking, but Mom is going on about the cost of college, and we did not get offered scholarships.

Mom mentions. “They talked to POP-POP before he died, and his estate will be used as a lottery to pay for our grades and the cost of having us.”

That was not weird at all Mom has no guile; it’s clear she is saying this because Dad ordered her to.

“Pay?” I mouthed at you, Bobbie, you to have a question also it shows on your face, but we both are way too smart to ask where Dad can hear we hold them till later. We grabbed books and sat outside. It was a lovely day watching the sunset, and we talked as we looked like we were hitting the books.