John Kellerman - The family secret

"Bastard! The dirty bastard!" She still had on her filmy, short gown and the string panties that Howell had merely pushed to one side while stuffing her full of prick. But the silken crotch piece was drenched with her own juices and her brother's cum. She felt very squishy and sexy between her swollen lips. She felt like she wanted something sliding up between them before she went insane.

She was running full tilt when her father stepped around the end of the hall and she crashed into him. He picked her up with a laugh and held her wriggling in his arms.

"Well, what's wrong with my little angel?" he asked, kissing her face. Only then did she realize that Carl was stark naked. Though she should've been shocked, Vicky found the warmth of his body exciting. She could feel his chest through the thin gown. Her nipples swelled against the rubbing as he gently cradled her ass in his hands.

"Ohhhh Daddy, Howell… he…" She gasped, too excited to spill the beans. Her father jostled her playfully.

"You smell like you've been learning about the birds and the bees. I thought I might get a chance to tell you what a girl has to do to protect herself first." He frowned. Vicky had her eyes closed. She knew it was crazy to get turned on by her own father, but his hands kept kneading the cheeks of her bottom. He was so gentle, the loving touch of a father and the understanding of a much older lover… at least that's what her mind kept spinning. Fantasies, she thought. Girls didn't do it with their own fathers, did they? But what was that thing that was pressing up against the underside of her mound. It was pushing the wet panty crotch up between her lips. She wiggled, unable to resist the hot need she felt. She wiggled again and the panty crotch slipped aside. Now she knew what was pressing her. It was the engorged head of her father's cock. It was sliding into her cummy, buttery hole.

"Daddeeeeee!"

"Vicky baby, I don't know myself what the hell's going on. I just grabbed you and I got this terrible erection." He started to put her down. In protest she wrapped her legs around his middle and scissored them tight.

"Nooo… don't put me down."

"Vicky, this is ridiculous. Much as I'll admit I've thought about it before. If Florence ever found out…"

"Florence won't," Vicky gasped, nuzzling her nose against Carl's neck. "Take me to your bedroom, Daddy! Ohhh, do… do take me to bed with you. You'll be nice to me. Not like that awful Howell."

Carrying her against him, her father staggered into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. They fell across the bed and Vicky felt the pressure increase where the head of her daddy's cock was jabbing her.

"Baby doll," he grunted, kissing her mouth. His mustache tickled but she ground her open lips against him, rocking her slim hips hungrily. "I can't believe that we're going through with this. You're just so young and…"

"Not too young to fuck, Daddy!" she cried, pulling at his body with her hands, urging him to go ahead and give it to her. Carl groaned as if he were torn between heaven and earth. Then he moved his strong body and Vicky felt her slickened petals open to engulf the throbbing, stretched knob of his prick. It went in with a slurpy sliding sound and Vicky tucked her bottom up with a jerking motion to get him deep.

It was like a whole new thing, this larger than believable cock swelling and gouging inside her. It was even bigger than Howell's and he had been bigger than sweet Kevin's slender prick. Vicky felt like the blood-swollen thing was almost a part of her now as she jerked and rode it, her father rolling onto his back to let her have free rein.

She held her body up from his chest with both hands, lifting and lowering her tight pussy over his rigidness. The sucking sound of a very large cock penetrating a very tight pussy made her whimper with lust. And the excitement she felt was having an effect on her father. He petted her tanned thighs and flat belly and watched her lovingly as she excited herself to a fever pitch.

"Vicky, you're really growing up," he mumbled, watching her ride him like a merry-go-round horse.

"Oh, isn't it wonderful! It feels like heaven with my insides all frill!"

"God Vicky, ohhhh God!"

"What if you come? What if?"

"I don't give a damn to be quite truthful."

"Howell fucked me without a rubber. Are you going to punish him?" she babbled, biting her lip as she let the tip go all the way in.

Her father laughed.

"When was your period, you little idiot." His hands continued to caress her tits and belly.

"It should start tomorrow if I'm on schedule."

"Then there's nothing to worry about. We can fuck all night if you want!"

"Oh wow!" she yelped, pressing her tits down against his chest and covering his face with kisses. "I didn't even know I could get excited about doing it with my own daddy. But when I felt you pushing up against my panties like that…"

"Oh baby, you're really born to fuck. Just like your old man."

"You fuck Mona too, don't you?"

"I guess it isn't much of a secret." He closed his eyes as her body quivered and squirmed. She had him to the hilt. He was pressing up against the opening of her womb. She wondered how that felt to him.

"You're so big and I'm so little!" she murmured, shivering with excitement as she dug her nails along his massive chest. Then she gave a little cry and felt her body tingle like it'd been hit with a mild bolt of electricity.

"I guess the court didn't have much choice," Abby said, lazing back in the sun. "I mean after all the testimony from mother. They sure weren't going to leave you with Daddy." Vicky scrabbled in the ice chest for a bottle of pop. The easy sway of the yacht in the swells made slapping sounds at the water line. It occurred to Abby as she watched her sister that she'd matured in an inexplicable way. She still wore ribbons on her braids and still had that impish, upturned nose as if she were about to give someone a hotfoot. But there was something calm in her eyes, something knowing.

"Well, I couldn't've stayed with Daddy anyway," Vicky said, letting the pop bottle rub her bottom lip. She tongued the hole so that it popped and then drank another swallow of the sweet, cold liquid. "Even if they hadn't put him in prison."

"Thank God he won't be in very long." Abby applied sun tan oil to her arms and slipped on her sunglasses.

"I guess when we testified that we loved and respected him the jury softened."

"Yeah. Well, we do love and respect him, don't we?"

Vicky shrugged. "I love him. Like a father, you know. But I always thought he was a little loose when it came to morals."

"Ha!" Abby exploded. "You're one to talk about morals! After Mom found you all tangled up under Daddy. With his cock…"

"I don't want to talk about it," Vicky said, taking another mouthful of pop. "I really wasn't myself that night. Howell…"

"Oh, I don't want to hear about Howell." Abby made a face. "I was having a wonderful time with Kevin when he broke in like a drunken bear!"

"Yes!" Vicky said in an accusing voice, "my Kevin. And you were spurring him!"

"He liked it. He even liked me on top. And then that damned brother of ours jumped on my back and…" She shivered and rubbed her oiled arms. "Oh God, it gives me the creeps just to…"

"What do you mean? You told me that you came the minute he stuck his cock in your ass."

"So what? That doesn't mean I would ask somebody to do that."

Vicky shrugged. "Well, at least everything's all straightened out now." She finished her pop and set the bottle beside her deck chair. Abby watched her young sister lean close to whisper. "Do you think Mona really ran away with Jim?"

"Who else?" Vicky giggled. "I always knew that Mona was a sucker for a guy with a bigger cock than Daddy's."