Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

That was my cue. I got up and flung my arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheeks, at the same time perching my ass on his lap so that my pussy was hard against his cock. Once he got hard he would surely give in! His hands felt strong as he held me close to him and returned my hug if not my kisses. I love the smell of him, so masculine and forceful. Already my cunt was sopping wet and my subtle motions were bound to leave a stain on his pants. But the time limit of this filial embrace had been exceeded, and Dad became stiff as he prepared to release me.

A minute passed. He remained stiff. I remained his little girl, only my loins doing womanly things to his cock. It was hardening gradually, how could he help himself. When he began to embrace me again I stepped up my caresses, blatantly forcing my cunt down on his growing cock and kissing him full on the mouth. He was slipping into it, but now and then he reached out to stop himself, clinging to the edges like a desperate man. I pressed my hard little tits against him and rode along his rock-hard cock, the complete nymphet, even going so far as to force his lips apart to get my tongue inside. Dad wanted me with every fibre of his body. I could feel his fever rising. But he was still afraid, incapable of letting go.

“No, no!” he said suddenly, pushing me away. “You can't… we can't do this, Kathy! My goodness, what's happening to us? This is all very confusing.”

“Oh Daddy,” I said softly, coming back at him with my arms outstretched, “why can't you just go with h. Don't you love me?”

“Of course I do… but not…”

“Not in that way?” I inquired sweetly. “Very well, then, I'll be a proper daughter to you.” With that I got back into my own chair, crossed my legs, and pulled the skirt down over my knees. That perplexed him. He turned different colors, adjusted his tie, cleared his throat, and I just sat there with a secretarial smile. My timing had been perfect. He could no more relinquish the chance to make love to me than I could.

“That's not what I meant, not exactly,” he stammered, averting his eyes. “I think I do love you in that way, actually, that's the whole trouble. A father shouldn't entertain such feelings for his own flesh and blood.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy,” I said primly.

“You're toying with me!” he cried. “Dammit, Kathy, don't do that. “I'm trying to discuss this with you in all seriousness, adult to adult!”

“No use doing that,” I countered. “I love you and I would do anything for you. As far as I'm concerned that closes the issue. You would only be discussing it with yourself.”

“You're smart,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Very smart Okay, Kathy, come over here and let's do what we both want to do.”

“Now you're talking,” I said, and again I threw myself at him. This time there was no pretense of fatherly love. His hands roved over my body indiscriminately, touching all those parts he'd no doubt wanted to touch the night before. At first he rushed from one part to the next, but slowly he concentrated his energies. And I just kissed him and wiggled on top of his immense erection. I was very happy to be in his arms at last.

He caressed my tits through my blouse, slowly to begin with, applying more force as they warmed up to it. Already I sensed a master at work here. His fingers were deft and accurate, pinching my nipples and titillating my flesh just the way I liked it. The buttons on my blouse came undone in the process, and then my blouse came out of my skirt and somehow it slipped down from my shoulders. Half naked and fully aroused I ground my cunt hard against his cock, stimulating both of us at once.

“That feels just like it did ten years ago,” Dad said in a hoarse, soft voice. “Do you remember that time, Kathy?”

“No, tell me about it,” I said. I was close to my first orgasm and in no real mood to listen, but I wanted him to be happy more than anything else.

“You were seven years old.” He sat back and took a breather, letting me continue my vaginal stimulation. “It was a Sunday morning and you came in to bring the papers. Mum was already up and doing something downstairs. You and I began to fool around-remember how we used to wrestle and play in those days? Well, normally your mother was there and she'd always join in. But this time it went too far for some reason. Suddenly you were sitting on top of me, your little ass on my cock and you began to move back and forth. I didn't know what was happening at first. You didn't wear any panties and my cock had slipped out of my pajama pants, so it was your cunt against my cock! I wanted to stop you from doing it-but I couldn't make myself! So I laughed and tried to pass it off as just another game. Only you didn't laugh, you were deadly serious. Back and forth, your little nude cunt sliding along my cock, both of us silent and breathing hard until I shot my wad all over my belly. You don't remember that? I'll never forget it. I wiped myself and told you to get the hell out of my room, and I made sure it never happened again.”

“Funny that I can't recall that,” I said. “It sounds like it was fun to do.”

“I loved it,” said Dad. “That's what mortified me. I loved every erotic second of it. And now it's happening again, only this time we both know what's going on.”

“I like the idea of doing it in the nude, Dad,” I whispered. “What do you think?”

“What the hell,” he laughed. “If we're going to do it, let's do it properly.” We both got up and stripped, our eyes fixed on the other's body. His towering erection made me tremble from head to toe but I liked to look at his face, too, and see the impact my youthful form had on him. His appreciation was heartfelt and total. And, while his lust turned me on, so did his body. This was the first time in years that I'd seen him undressed and for a man his age he was in excellent shape. A patch of grey hair covered his chest, his belly was still flat, shoulders broad, arms strong thanks to the executive gym, and that magnificent rod topped it all off. He sat back down in the chair and held out his arms to help me into position. I lowered my cunt over his cock gingerly, getting it just right before starting the back and forth motion. Its hardness glided in between my labia, working into my pussy till it touched down on all the sensitive spots. With my arms around Dad's neck, I let the sensations take over. My loins worked automatically, intent on keeping the emotions coming. Back and forth, back and forth, his taut, hot flesh stirring up wild, intense feelings in me. And, judging by his broad smile, it was doing the world of good, too.

Both of us went along with this form of lovemaking to the point at which a change was called for. I tried to recapture our first attempt at this but my seventh year had disappeared from my memory bank. To make up for that I concentrated fully on the feeling this time to ensure I'd never forget again. How deliriously it chafed along my lubricated furrow! The sum total of his virility and his desire for me came through his erectness, and I loved him all the harder for it. My hands held on to his shoulders tightly as I worked my cunt up and down his long cock, and I kept an eye on it to make sure my motions were accurate. All Dad could do was play with my tits and grin.

But it wasn't enough! I wanted to know his cock intimately, every little bit of it. It was big and it was hard but what did it taste like? Without warning I slipped off his lap and came to rest on my knees between his legs. Dad didn't protest. In fact he parted his legs further so that his swollen balls dangled before my face and his cock throbbed above them, so vibrant I could almost hear its motor tick over. My tongue reached out and ran up and down the side of his cock, savoring the hardness and the yielding veins, licking up under the helmet of flesh topping the stalk. Both my hands caressed and cupped his balls, fascinated by their weight and size. Here was a real man, I thought, not a beginner like Bob but a man of experience, one who'll know how to evoke the wildest passion in my body- and with this very tool!