Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

With devilish timing he got up and pushed me away. His face was contorted with a mixture of emotions, ranging from shame to lust. He wanted me, I knew he did. But for the moment he couldn't let himself admit it. And so he stood there with his big cock up high, oily from my succulent cunt. He didn't know what to do next. I tried to mount him again, desperate, encircling his chest with both my arms, lifting one leg up around his waist to fit his dick back into my burning emptiness. Dad pushed me away more rudely and said: “Stop it, Kathy, that's enough now! Sit down and behave yourself!” just as though I'd bee n naughty.

“Please, Daddy, don't do this to me!” I moaned. My orgasm was just around the corner, boiling inside me waiting to explode, demanding an outlet for its energies, and he wouldn't give me the final shove! I rushed him but he stepped aside. Finally I fell to the floor on my belly, both hands reaching for my cunt. My arms were trapped between my belly and the carpet, and like a snake I crawled around on the floor as my fingers filled that terrible hole and tugged at my clitoris with brute strength. There was no sensitivity there, only a burning desire for satisfaction. Huffing and panting, rolling from side to side and rubbing my tits against the rough carpet, I lifted myself up toward my orgasm, my just dessert! Dad tried to tell me something but my moans filled my ears. Not far now, a poke here, a tug there, and at last everything inside me unfolded, poised in full bloom, then flew apart and drained out of my every pore and orifice. A euphoric indolence took over, one that had me sprawling luxuriously on the floor in a state of forgetfulness.

Dad couldn't leave me be. “Get up, Kathy,” he said in his crisp, cold father's voice. “I want you to get dressed and go home. This is shocking!” He was busy putting his clothes on. The first garment to go was the one that covered his cock. Then his pants, securely buttoned up and belted before he began with his socks and shoes. Reluctantly I got myself into the vertical position and floated to where my clothes were hanging to begin the long and tedious process of covering my nakedness. Although I'd managed to take care of myself there was still something missing-something that I'd have had if Dad had fucked me right through to the end. I resented him for that. As I dressed I tried to think of some way of punishing him. The only fitting punishment that came to mind was to cut him dead-no more talk, no more sex. That was a little like cutting the nose off to spite the face but I felt very bitter.

I left his office without a word and went straight home. When asked why I'd come back early, I merely replied that my work was done and Dad had given me a few hours off. Aunt Liz looked at me curiously but I was too angry to explain the matter even to her. Later perhaps but for the time being I wanted to be alone. I locked the door to my room and lay flat on the bed, simmering till I dozed off.

Dad didn't come home for dinner. Everyone wondered where he could be except for Mum. She took it in her stride. Aunt Liz kept on throwing me inquisitive glances. Much as I wanted to tell her about my dilemma, I couldn't. It was too private, too close to the bone. Besides, there was something gnawing at me, a leftover need that burned in my belly tike a fire that hadn't been properly extinguished. Dad had taken me to such great heights of excitement, only to leave me teetering on a ledge on the way down. My eyes kept wandering in Bob's direction. He could take care of me. And if I was any judge of character he'd be more than willing, too. Nora and Bob obviously weren't getting it on together. He looked tense and drawn and she couldn't look anyone in the eye. If superstitions were true they'd both have enough hair growing out of their palms to make a pony tail.

I just knew he'd fuck me like a dervish if I could get him on his own. My pussy grew moist at the very thought of him working his frustrations out on me with long dagger-like plunges of his cock. He'd be a stallion, hot and frisky, totaling me… but I couldn't think about it any further. Already the others were eyeing me curiously, wondering why I couldn't sit still at the table. I bent low over my plate and pretended to eat with total concentration.

After dinner Elaine sat close to me on the sofa and whispered an invitation in my ear: “Why don't we go upstairs and play awhile, Kathy, I really feel like it tonight.”

“Later,” I said without much enthusiasm. What could her little fingers do for me? Bob's cock was the right tool for the job. He knew by this time that I wanted something from him. The glimmer in his eves told me he reciprocated all of my desires. But how would we manage it? If Nora was on our side we could do it in her room. Should we let Elaine see us? No, it'd be too much of a risk. Mum would stay up to wait for Dad to come home.

I couldn't work it out. In the end I went upstairs and slipped into bed. Elaine joined me soon afterwards, taking off all her clothes and displaying her sleek, elegant body to me. I just shook my head. “Why, what's the matter?” she asked, but I felt too listless to explain. Pouting angrily she crawled into her own bed and pretended to fall asleep immediately.

The hours passed by like fat old men. I watched TV, tried to read magazines, but nothing distracted me from my real needs. I had to get at Bob one way or another! Dad still hadn't come home. It was close to midnight when I made my move. Dressed in jeans and a top, with sneakers to muffle my footsteps, I snuck down the stairs and paused at the bottom to make sure Mum wasn't moving about. I could hear her talking with Aunt Liz in the living room. In spite of Dad's absence she was in extraordinarily high spirits. They were laughing and talking animatedly, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Perhaps she was glad because he was out.

I padded to the front door and walked around to the back of the house to once again climb the big old tree and resume my balcony seat. The light was on in Nora's room and again she was naked and flat on her back. But this time Bob was in bed with her. Not fucking her, far from it-just doing everything else!

At first I was shocked to see him lying face down between her legs. Nora lay with her knees drawn up and her hands on her tits, her face tense as ever. That reassured me somewhat. If she still couldn't ride with it even when he was down on her, then it wasn't likely that she was giving me real competition.

I crept closer, perching on the branch rather precariously to try to overhear what was going on. The window was partly open and Nora's mouth was moving, but I had to come within the circle of light to catch what she was saying. “Oh Bob, don't!” she said. “Please stop it. You can't possibly be enjoying that! I mean, it's very nice and everything but how disgusting it must be for you.” Bob looked up from her wet, dark-haired pussy for a moment and just shook his head before diving back in.

“Please Bob!” She kept protesting but her hands also kept on squeezing her full tits and her loins went on pushing up at his face. A divided creature was my sister. The look of agony on her face was absolutely sincere, but the gap between her emotions and her mind rivaled the Grand Canyon in width. Despite my own frustrations I couldn't help but sympathize with her. There she was, deriving all the benefits of Bob's nimble, penetrating tongue, and it was giving her only posers to contend with. If only I could be in her place.

“That's enough!” she said suddenly, and wrenched her pussy away from his face. She sat up on her pillow, her arms wrapped around her body, her legs drawn up tight so that all of her was well protected. “We can't go on this way. I mean, if I'm to be celibate, then I can't go leading you on, it's just not fair to you. Go back to your own bed, now, Bob, and let's just sleep it off.”