Shelly's Secret Chapter 2 by doll1

(True Incest Voyeur Story)

By Greg and Shelly

“This story contains a graphic account of sex between a father and his daughter. If this is not your thing, please read something more to your liking. All persons in this story are of legal age.”

That summer watching Shelly and my dad was one of the most defining years of my life. I came to know Shelly in an entirely different way. She and I became even closer by sharing her secret. We sort of became partners. Sharing her experiences with me seemed to be some kind of outlet for her. She didn’t have any really close girlfriends. I guess everybody needs someone they can share even the most intimate parts of their lives with. She probably also wanted someone as a witness, just in case things got out of hand with Dad.

I was always amazed at how different Shelly acted during her encounters with him. One minute, she was a sweet young girl, my sister. Then, with him, she was much bolder and paraded around often as his equal. There were even times when she took control of things.

These memories and events still to this day, fuel my fantasies. I constantly try to remember each detail as it happened, which is partly my reason for writing this all down.

After that first time, Shelly didn’t seem to mind letting me watch. The closet turned out not to be such a good spot to watch from, though. One time, when they were really going at it, I got excited and tried to masturbate. My dad heard my noise and started to get out of the bed to investigate. Only Shelly’s quick thinking saved my ass. She was able to distract him by pretending to be having an orgasm. She grabbed onto him and went into some wild convulsions. I guess somewhere during this, he forgot about the noise and stayed holding on to her.

After that close call, Shelly insisted that I find a different way.

Our house had a ceiling-type attic fan located in the hallway just outside Mom and Dad’s room. I discovered I had an even better view of the bedroom by peeking through one of the slats of the ceiling grill. Access to the attic was through a pull-ladder opening out in the garage. As long as the door to their room was left open, I had a great view of the entire bed area. Shelly always managed to leave the door open. This location worked out better anyway, because I could stretch out and not worry so much about any movement being spotted. I had slightly bent open one of the slats in the grill. With the attic being so dark, I was completely invisible.

I laid down a piece of plywood to give me a comfortable spot on which to sit. Getting out of the house was much easier too, since I didn’t have to wait for Dad to leave the room.

Shelly had developed into a little bit of a show-off. She told me once that having me watch her made her more comfortable. Maybe it turned her on knowing she was putting on a show for me too. Shelly almost always secretly flashed me her trademark “thumbs up” signal right near the end. I never could get over just how naturally Shelly took to being naked and allowing me to watch her do this stuff.

She had the demeanor of someone much older and never seemed embarrassed about any of this. Dad never seemed like he really forced himself on her. She just kind of took the whole issue in stride and was ok with it all. Later on, I could tell she began using it to her advantage. She eventually had Dad wrapped around her little finger. There weren’t too many times she didn’t get her way about things.

From the very beginning, Shelly always seemed to have a strange sort of fascination with a guy’s cum. Since that first time, when I had watched them from the closet, she always seemed to revel in the load of cum.

In my adult years, I’ve been with many women who would allow an internal cumshot but wouldn’t touch the stuff directly. If any got on their skin, they would towel it off immediately.

Shelly was different. She seemed to feel it was somehow her prize, her trophy, or something. She played with it, smeared it on her skin, licked it off things, and even took cum in her mouth right out of the cock. Most times, she swallowed it. Dad always seemed willing to oblige.

Speaking of cum, I had never realized just how much of a load Dad was capable of. I always assumed as I grew up I’d cum that much too. I wasn’t even close. Dad’s volume of cum was the subject of many conversations later in life. Shelly always claimed that if he went “without” for more than four or five days, his load would completely fill her.

I remember this one time in particular, when he led Shelly into his bedroom. He had her face down on the bed and was having a go at her from behind. Dad had placed a pillow under her hips. This pushed her butt upward. He had gotten astride her and spread her ass cheeks. Now, with a perfect angle, he was able to slide his cock right into her waiting cunt.

He must have been especially randy that day, because he got to slamming his hips against her like a wild man. He was so forceful that Shelly had to grab a hold of the bed sheets to keep from being pushed across the bed.

Dad had been going at her for several minutes when Shelly suddenly started wiggling and trying to push him off. He must have been really close to a cum and now she was trying to get him to pull out. Finally, he gave in and climbed off of her. He knelt down right alongside her, facing me.

I found this all out later. She wanted me to see the amount of cum he was filling her with.

Anyway, he now began fisting himself rapidly. He sort of hunched over her and was now using her butt as a target. Suddenly he groaned, stiffened up, and let fly a spurt of cum.

He convulsed at least eight or nine more times. Each lunge sent a rope of jism across her ass. Shelly just laid there smiling as Dad twisted and flailed about. His fist was now just a blur. He continued hand-jacking until his balls were completely drained.

Then, he then leaned forward and started slapping his cock against her ass cheeks. Droplets of cum were being slung everywhere.

The cumload had completely covered my sister’s butt. Some had even gotten up to her lower back. Shelly just laid face down, waiting patiently until he was all done.

When it was clear he had finally finished, Shelly reached back and placed both hands on her backside. She began smearing the goo around. There was enough to coat every inch of her butt. Her butt cheeks were a rosy pink color by now, and the cum glaze seemed to highlight everything. At some point, her fingers were so completely coated that cum seemed to ooze up between them. She even patted her butt a couple times, squishing jizz everywhere.

I had approached Shelly a few times about letting me have a turn with her too. But she had some weird idea that this wouldn’t be good for me. She said she felt I might not go out and find my own girlfriend if I always had her available. Maybe she was right, but anyway, she was okay with letting me watch her and Dad. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing by nagging her about it.

I had been watching them for maybe three months or so. They usually did it at least twice a week. At least a dozen times or more, I guess, I had witnessed. Shelly told me once that she had also given Dad a couple blowjobs in the truck on the way home from town and that she usually let him feel her up whenever he got the urge to.

We were talking about this stuff once, and she told me about some other things. I was, of course, all ears and wanted any details she would give up.

The big shocker was when she told me she was also being shared with someone else.

My dad had a work buddy named Ray. They had been friends since high school. Dad and Ray would always go deer and turkey hunting together. Ray sometimes hung around on weekends. He was divorced, and his wife had the kids. Anyway, Shelly told me that on a few occasions, Dad had shared her with Ray in “a threesie,” she called it. I was really doubtful and thought she was just making this up to tease me.

“No way,” I said, “Even Dad wouldn’t be involved in something like that.”

Shelly swore that it was true. She said that a couple times when Mom was gone for the weekend, Ray, Dad, and she had “gotten it on all together.”

Mom had been occasionally spending a Saturday night with Grandma. Grandma lived about 30 miles away, and since Grandpa was gone, Mom liked to help out Grandma with her house. She’d usually just stay overnight and be back Sunday afternoon.

Shelly claimed that this was when it usually occurred. As I remembered, she could be right. I was usually over at Rick’s house on those weekends because I just wanted to stay out of Dad’s hair. This would have left the house wide open for them.

Shelly said it all started out when Ray would hang around into the evening. Once he’d brought along some porno tapes, and he and Dad would sit and watch them. Dad and Ray had been drinking heavily, and Dad got to bragging about how sexy Shelly was turning out. Ray was just as drunk and rambling on about not “getting any lately.”

One thing led to another, and Shelly said that the next thing she knew, she was sitting “in” with them and watching. Soon enough, Dad had pulled out his pecker and asked her to “jack” him while he watched the tapes. Ray got in on this also, and she’d often sit between them hand-jobbing their dicks. Not very long after that, she was doing blow-jobs, and now they were into the full thing.

I wasn’t really sure if I believed any of this until nearly a month later. Mom was planning another weekend at Grandma’s. Grandma had just gotten over some kind of infection and wasn’t able to care for herself yet. Mom was going to cook and clean for her a bit.

I figured the surest way to learn the truth was to play along and be “gone” also. Dad okayed my staying overnight at Rick’s. This would give them a free house to do whatever they want.