Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

“And now,” said Mum, pointing upstairs, “for the final phase. It's Daddy's turn to be surprised.”

“The initiation technique?” asked Bob.

“That's the one,” said Mum. “You take a breather, we women will take care of this.”

We trooped up the stairs, flushed with victory. Elaine's lesbian tendency had been little more than virgin fear. And Nora's sensitive toes had unlocked her… heart? Well, whatever it was, she was one of us now. Five women headed for the dark bedroom where Dad lay sleeping off a mild drunk. We paused before the door, squared our shoulders, and opened it silently. Soft snoring reached our ears. When our eyes were used to the dark we tiptoed inside and surrounded the bed. Since I was the object of his affections, Mum signalled for me to lead the attack.

I crawled under the blankets at the foot end of the bed and headed carefully up between his legs. He had his pajamas on, striped ones more than likely, just like the ones he'd worn ten years earlier. Now I got the picture! Jolted by this sudden association, I saw myself then, a title girl with her dark hair tied back in a nigh, short pony tail, riding along her father's dick with relish-yes, I could even feel that abrasive, intensely pleasurable sensation along the groove of my cunt! Striped pajamas, I had the whole picture now. And, just as it had been then, his dick lolled outside of the loose fly.

He was fast asleep, so much so that he didn't even stir when I closed my fist around his thick, soft dick. Regular snores echoed through the room, interspersed only by fragments of words. Daddy had had little practice as a drinker, that's why it killed him to go on his binges. I was glad of it. My lips closed around the knob of his dick, then slid down further till all of his squat limpness lay in my mouth, and still he hadn't moved.

I took my time about getting him hard. The cock tasted fine, and the occasional pulses reverberated through my body, stirring up my faculties from top to bottom. The pulses increased to little jumps, each jump adding stiffness and volume to the member. And then it just swelled up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger till I thought it would burst! It cost me a real effort to contain all that hot meat, but the memory of my childhood experience had made me all the more determined to bring Daddy over to our side. How would it be if I could come in every Sunday morning with the papers and sit on his dick, rubbing it till it ejaculated its cream? I shivered and set to work. It would sure beat the hell out of going back to boarding school!

Someone removed the covers from the bed, just in time to see me pull the old throat trick on Daddy. His cock had disappeared into my mouth and I could hear the others gasp with admiration. The bed moved as Aunt Liz got on board and squatted over Dad's face so he'd be able to have a bite to eat when he woke up. Elaine and Nora straddled his shins and rubbed their boxes along the ridges of bone in time, all this under Mum's direction. Her work done, Mum turned on one of the small lamps and made herself comfortable in a nearby chair, caressing her cunt softly while waiting for Dad to come to.

The man continued to snore. I did everything to wake him up but it seemed impossible. Tongue, lips, teeth, heavy sucking and fondling-it was no use. I looked at Mum who could only shrug her shoulders. Was the plan going to fail at this juncture? Nora and Elaine rubbed harder, Aunt Liz just about smothered him with her cunt Still nothing. In desperation I got up and planted my cunt over his cock. It sank deep into my fleshy well, and, as the new delight shuddered through me, I let out a quavering cry and dug my fingernails into his flesh. At least if our plan wasn't going to work, I'd get a good fuck out of it.

Up and down in slow time, making every stroke count for two by changing the angles of entry, amusing and abusing myself for all I was worth. My mind began to give way as passion took over. The others were forgotten. Aunt Liz's fulsome, naked body before me became an abstract blur. My eyes grew fuzzy. That big strong dork seemed to penetrate through to the entrance to my womb! Why wouldn't he wake up and enjoy himself? “Wake up, Daddy!” I cried, bending over and ramming my loins angrily down over his dick. “Please wake up!” The others picked up the cry but I couldn't go on. All I wanted to do was to keep on fucking, even if Dad was an inert as a dildo.

And then, somehow, he was on top of me. I felt his hairy chest chafe against my tits, his dead weight pushing me down into the mattress, his long cock pumping into me with terrific force-he was fucking me at last! But what had happened to the others? I looked around and saw them sitting on the bed with us, stroking Daddy or each other, smiling encouragement at me.

Our plan had worked! Daddy would never be able to go back to being the prig, not with so many witnesses present! A wave of jubilation swept through me, taking me even higher than Daddy's deft cocksmanship. We had won! We had won! Daddy kept on fucking me, making love in the style of a man of the world, and Mum watched with a curious expression on her face. On the one hand she was happy, on the other she was unhappy to see her slip of a daughter turning on her rightful husband. But if I knew Mum she'd be sure to restore the balance once the novelty had worn off.

It would be alright, I knew it would be! And so, with the last of my cares laid to rest, I abandoned my self to Daddy, letting the family phallus penetrate the deepest recesses of my body; and in my mind perhaps the last untouched part of me, I said good-bye to boarding school.