Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

That evening was a family occasion. Dad liked to have all his dependents around him now and then, just to make him feel as though his life stood for something. For us kids it was something of a bore. We sat on the couches and the easy chairs around a long coffee table and sipped at a glass of wine or a cup of tea, whatever the preference, doing our best to converse and pass the time without the aid of TV or music. Mum sat beside Dad, her eyes half closed, looking as though she was only with us in body. Aunt Liz sat next to me facing Dad. And, after a few glasses of wine, I noticed Dad's eyes straying up Aunt Liz's legs for seconds at a time!

Not that he could prevent it. She sat with her legs just far enough apart to compel his eyes to come on in. Her dress was a little too high up her thighs and she crossed her legs a little too frequently. From where I was sitting it was obvious that Dad was getting the thigh-show of his life. Mum saw nothing. She only moved to take a sip of her wine, then relapsed into her trance.

Bob, Nora, and Elaine had found something absorbing to talk about, so that there were only three players in this small domestic drama. I looked on with mounting interest. This was a side of Dad I'd never seen before. To make sure nothing would go wrong I was quick to refill his glass whenever he emptied it. And with every glass his glances became bolder, just as with every glass Aunt Liz spread her thighs a little further, flaunting it without overdoing it.

His legs were wide open and the crotch of his trousers was drawn back hard over a growing bulge. Now it was my tarn to ogle. Dad was big! A thick snake grew into a boa under, his pants and it seemed as though there was no end to it. He made Bob look tike a junior version, a kiddie's prick! He just sat there alternately gazing into his wine and looking into the shadowy recesses of Aunt Liz's dress. I knew what he saw there. The ample, smooth thighs, the fascinating little region where her pussy lay concealed, beckoning flesh, inviting him to eat touch, fuck! Oh, he wanted to, he wanted to! Even if she was his sister-in-law and looked much like his own wife, he wanted to fuck Aunt Liz so badly that I could smell it!

That big cock throbbed under his clothes and his glare became less guarded as his lust took him over. The others were involved in a heated conversation about the role of woman in society. Mum had reached the ninth stage of unawareness. I thought that was too bad-she could have seen aspects of Dad that I was sure she'd forgotten.

Aunt Liz shifted a little, her legs crossed, the dress creeping higher up her big thighs, and I figured much of her ass had to be poking up at Dad's greedy eyes. To see for myself I got up to get a fresh bottle of wine. When I came out of the kitchen I saw what my father saw-a big, plump ass, two rounded cheeks with a tuft of hair poking out of the furrow. No underpants! Aunt Liz had more balls than I'd given her credit for, figuratively speaking. It excited me not a little, and I lingered for a moment or so before pouring the wine. She gave me a big wink before settling back down into the couch and placing the ankle of one leg over the knee of the other. A full beaver shot. Dad was flushed and restless. His hands gripped at the couch, then reached out for his wine and downed the glass in one thirsty gulp. Was it my imagination or could I make out the rounded glans? My eyes kept running up and down the length of his cock, measuring it, savoring it, wondering how it would be to accommodate so much masculine meat in my pussy. Oh God, I was wet! Wet through and through! If Dad could have seen the soaking condition of my panties at that moment he would have been convinced of my sluttishness!

“And why shouldn't he be? In his terms a slut was a woman who enjoyed sex. That was me. He should know! I drank my wine down and sat close to Aunt Liz, this time parting my legs a little wider than hers, nonchalantly, as if sex didn't exist. I had heavy competition for his attention. Slowly, very slowly, though, his eyes wandered over to my knees, hesitated, tried to pull away, slid a little way down my thighs-and then, his resistance collapsing, his eyes plummeted down the wet crotch of my panties! He rivetted his eyes to them with such force that I grew embarrassed and hurriedly closed my thighs to the public. The look of disappointment on his face made me open up a little, and once more he eagerly peered up my dress. His cock seemed to grow even bigger. Was that possible? I looked carefully, sensing the throbbing, vibrant life under his pants, and my legs opened up involuntarily as though our bodies had established independent rapport. Oh how I ached for that big shell to slide up my breach! Wider, wider, my head abuzz with a heady mixture of wine and lust, parting my legs till I could feel my panties stretch over my pussy, up at him, my father, the bearer of the mighty weapon that stared me in the face!

But Liz nudged me sharply and shattered my feverish reverie. At once I closed my legs, blushed, and put my glass down to give myself a chance to recover. Dad, too, seemed to have snapped out of it. He crossed his legs to conceal the erection, his face closed down, we did our best to act like normal people instead of horny animals. But under the surface I simmered and bubbled, aching for him just as he must have ached for me.

It was impossible to get to sleep that night. Elaine snored softly and I was quite sure Bob and Nora were sound asleep too. But I lay there in the dark, gazing out of the window at the distant stars, my hands restlessly moving over my body as if looking for a secret center of satisfaction that could take the edge off my desire for my father. I tried to tell myself how absurd it was to think he would fuck me. Sure he'd been aroused, but a man as uptight as Dad would no more fuck his own daughter than take a shit on his executive desk.

After an hour of restless tossing and turning I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. On the way there I noticed a line of light under Aunt Liz's door. Quickly I lot in and out of the bathroom and tip-toed over to her «§|!' to knock. A rustling sound from inside reached my ears, followed by a whispered: “Who's there?”

“It's me, Kathy,” I replied.

“Come in.” Only her bedlight was on, casting a yellow pool of light by the side of her bed. Aunt Liz lay under a sheet in the dimness, her face turned towards me, lips parted to reveal the whiteness of her teeth. “Close the door,” she whispered, at the same time patting the side of her bed to let me know I was welcome. It was such a comfort to be with her. The anxieties that had plagued me for hours suddenly fell away as I lay on her bed close to her reassuring warm body.

“That was quite a number you did on Dad's head,” I said, accepting a cigarette from her. “I've never seen him so stirred up.”

“You put the finishing touches to it,” grinned Aunt Liz. “Your old man has always had soft spot for me, ever since he first met your mother in fact. But don't be surprised if he should rape you in the near future.”

“Me? Why, has he done that to you?”

“Certainly not. However, with you it's different He's got it in for you, Kathy, take my word for it.”

“Mmmmm,” I said thoughtfully, and once again my mind dwelled lovingly over that thick ridge in the lap of his pants.

“You like the idea, don't you?” Aunt Liz chuckled way down in her throat and gathered me up into a quick embrace. “Ah, this family is crazy about sex but we're the only ones who know it, love. The others are too screwed up to admit it to themselves, but we'll get it out of them. What do you say?”

“That's a great idea,” I said, cuddling up to her and putting my face against the nearer tit. “Bob and Elaine are already halfway there, Dad's slipping-and that leaves only Mum and Nora to deal with. It shouldn't be too hard, should it Aunt Liz?”