“I understand,” she said, “I know what you are going through.”
I was still bracing for an ass chewing, which I was sure would follow, but she kept her quiet tone and continued.
“Look, I know how you guys are,” she said.
“Sis, I’m sorry you saw this stuff,” I interrupted, “I was just curious and wanted to know about stuff the older guys at school are always talking about.”
“I understand,” she repeated. “Anyway, you know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen this stuff.”
My jaw must have dropped in my lap as I stuttered to say something. She knew about Dad’s stash.
“Huh,” I said, “You knew about this stuff?”
“Have for several years now,” she said, sort of as a matter of fact.
I could have almost slid off the bed at this point. She already knew about this kind of stuff. Suddenly my eyes were on her, and I was studying her face for a clue as to what she was up to.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything about it?” I asked.
“Because you weren’t ready yet,” she said.
“But how did you find it?” I stuttered.
“I’ve known all about sex for a couple of years now,” she said.
I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with my sister. We were close, but I don’t think I would have ever discussed private stuff like this with her.
Shelly started to say something, then paused. She seemed hesitant about something and at a loss for words. I was still watching her intently as she kind of turned away from me and took a couple steps toward the door. She caught the edge and quietly moved it closed. She had her back to me as I heard the door click shut. She kind of stayed there for a moment with her forehead touching the door. I knew something serious was on her mind. Finally, she turned around and came right up beside me and sat down on the bed. Her face seemed only inches from mine. She took a deep breath and shocked the hell out of me.
“Dad and I do sex all the time,” she blurted out.
“WHAT?” I must have shouted, because she hushed me.
“We’ve been doing it for about two years now,” she said.
“Naw, huh, no way; I mean, how?” When? “Does Mom know?” I was just kind of stuttering. I couldn’t believe any of this conversation.
“Quiet,” she scolded me. “Keep your voice down.”
I couldn’t believe this. She was having sex with Dad and worried about me making too much noise.
“Look,” she said, “It started a couple years ago.”
“Dad started coming on to me when Mom was gone, which is like always.”
“You let him?” I whispered. “You let him stick his thing in you?”
“Well, duh!” she said.
“Does he squirt cum too?” I asked.
Shelly looked at me kind of funny and said, “Well, what do you think he does, silly, just go limp?” “He always gets his nut off with me,” she said, as though she was right proud of it.
I just couldn’t get used to Shelly talking like this. “His nut!” She had never let on that she was anything more than a shy, innocent young girl.
This is incredible, my sister, fucking my dad, I thought. My own fears over being caught looking at dirty pictures were now gone. The conversation was now all about Shelly and Dad.
“When, how?” I pressed.
“Usually in the evenings if you’re out and gone somewhere,” she responded.
“Does Mom know?” I asked.
“Probably not,” said Shelly. “Not that she’d really care.” “I don’t know if Mom and Dad even do it anymore.”
“He’s always on to me.” I don’t know if he’d have enough stuff left to do for Mom too. She sort of laughed nervously.
“Wow!” I said, “But won’t you get a baby?”
“NO!” she answered real quickly. “Dad said he had an operation.” He told me he was safe now.
“Isn’t he really big?” I asked.
I couldn’t believe the questions I was throwing at her or the cool manner in which she replied.
“He stretched me out some at first, but now I can take him without a problem,” she answered.
“What does he do?” I mean, does he just jump on you and DO IT?” I persisted.
“Well no, silly, we usually fool around awhile before we get down to the fucking part,” she chided me.
“Fool around?” Huh. I wanted details now.
“You mean like sucking off too?” I asked.
“Well, most times,” she said.
“Where do you do it?” I asked.
“Lots of places, but mostly in Mom and Dad’s room now,” she said.
I was dumbfounded. This was incredible! Shelly and Dad were screwing away in Mom’s bed when she was at work, and me, stupid me, was out playing ball or something somewhere. My hormones are doing all the talking now. I had a million questions, and Shelly seemed okay at answering all of them.
I’ve always thought later that she was probably tired of keeping the secret, and ready to share it with someone. All this time, damn! I thought. Sis was getting it on with Dad, and I was just wacking off to my silly fantasies. Dad and she were actually doing it!
Incredible! I had completely forgotten about the stuff on my lap, which now paled in comparison to this news. I even left it lying on my bed for a moment, forgetting completely about it.
“We really need to put this stuff back,” said Shelly, picking up the porn. “You don’t want Dad to catch you with this.”
“You’ve seen this stuff?” I asked.
“Sure, and a lot more,” Shelly smiled.
“What? “MORE?” I asked.
“Movies, videos, lots,” she replied.
“Where? Can I see? Please?” I was almost begging her.
“Maybe,” was her only reply, “Now let’s get this stuff put back.”
At this point, my balls were ready to explode.
“No, we have to talk about this more.” I begged.
“I want to see it,” I started to say.
“See it?” she laughed nervously. “You mean the sex?”
“Huh?” That thought had not crossed my mind. But now that she had brought up the idea, it stuck in my head.
Shelly knew exactly where the porn belonged. She had dragged the chair over to the closet as if she’d done it a thousand times. She even arranged the box contents exactly as they had been. Jumping down off the chair, she was now face-to-face with me.
Whatever came over me, I’ll never know, but I said, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” she said, looking at me strangely.
“Yes, I want to watch.”
Shelly looked stunned for a moment. She turned her head away and started to brush past me.
“Watch me what?” she asked.
I was so into all this that I figured, “What the hell?”
“Really, I mean it,” I continued, following her.
Shelly seemed to be trying to get away from me at this point. Suddenly, she stopped at the door and turned to me. “How? Really, How could you watch? “Dad would know.”
“Not if you help,” I said.
“Where?” and “How?” she asked.
“Here!” I said, “Right in here.” We were standing next to the bed in which he had apparently done “it” with her maybe a hundred times.
“I could hide in there,” I said, pointing back to the closet.
“No way,” said Shelly. “He’d see you.”
At this point I was so excited that I was desperately trying to formulate some plan, some way. I just sort of began making it up as I went.
“No, he wouldn’t if I moved around the junk on Mom’s side.” “I could slip in here, and you could tell him I went to Rick’s.”
“You could do it in here, and I could watch. Then after he does you, I’ll slip out and “pretend to come home later.”
“Please, please, Shelly?” “I’ve never wanted anything so bad,” I said. “Please, I’ll never tell anyone or ask anything of you again.” ” PLEASE?”
Shelly had moved back over to the closet again and was peering in and studying the mess inside. For some reason, Shelly didn’t seem outraged at my suggestion. Instead, she actually seemed to be considering the possibility of it.
“How would you get out of the house?” she asked.
“Out my window,” I said, “It’s at the back of the house, and I can get to the woods without being seen.”
“Dunno,” she said, shaking her head.
I knew I had her and with a little more begging, she might actually let me watch her do a fuck with Dad.
“Let me think about it, Okay?” she said.
I figured I was better off not pushing the issue at this point and let it rest. What a day! I couldn’t believe these events. I went from a horny, desperate kid with only my fist as an outlet for sex to possibly getting to witness my first real fuck. Dinner couldn’t come soon enough for me. Dad usually got home around five, and dinner was usually right away.
Dad’s pickup pulled into the driveway right after 5:15. He looked rough and headed to the house. I stayed outside until Shelly called out that dinner was ready. Shelly was cool to me during dinner and didn’t say much. Dad even noticed and asked about it.
“Nothing is wrong,” she said when he asked. “Just quiet, I guess.”
I wasn’t sure how to read Shelly, so I figured I would “grab the bull by the horns,” so to speak.
“Dad, is it okay if I go to Rick’s tonight after supper?” I asked.
I gave a look to Shelly to see if she was following my lead.
“Chores done?” Dad barked.
“Yep!” I answered.
“Alright then, but not real late.” was the reply.
“Yes!” I thought.
Shelly said nothing, and we finished dinner. Dad said he was going to take a shower after dinner, which he did sometimes. This would be my chance to hide. Shelly seemed to still be undecided as I helped her carry the dirty dishes to the sink.
“Take out the garbage when you leave Greg,” Dad shouted as he headed into the bathroom.
“Shelly?” I looked, pleading.
“That’s a good sign he’s horny,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Shower, silly. He always wants to shower first and then fuck,” she said.
Damn, I thought. How many times had this happened, and I was unaware. Now that I thought about it, I was usually at one of my friends’ houses right after dinner. All this time they had been in his room fucking, and I was out somewhere.
“Please?” I begged.
Shelly hesitated for a moment, but I think she was feeling sorry for me. Finally, she said,
“Alright, but you’ve got to promise you’ll be careful.”
The words I had waited for all day.
“I love you, sis,” I said.
“GO! Take the trash,” she said laughing.
I ran like a crazy person to the garbage pile and pitched the bag in. I then raced back to the house. Dad was still running the shower as I snuck past the hall door and into his room. The closet in their room was really deep. We didn’t have a basement or cellar. I guess the builders put in extra storage by making the closets really deep. Mom’s end is always piled high with every kind of box or piece of crap you could imagine. I scooted to the back and slid down behind some tall boxes. I left the sliding closet door open just enough to get a good view of the bed. I pulled some long dresses hanging down in front of me together, but left a small gap open.
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