Conrad Sloan - The family pet

"Hey – how about your brother Harry?"

"Late movie at the drive-in," Betsy said. "He goes there to pick up girls, but he usually just comes home late to jerk off in the bathroom."

"Then we have it made," Sunny said. "Poor Harry. Doesn't he get to fuck anybody? He's a nice-looking guy."

"He's okay, I guess. But he gets up-tight around girls."

Sunny said, "He won't, in time."

"Him, too?" Betsy asked, then answered her own question: "So why not? He'll save a lot of handkerchiefs if he makes it with you."

"And you," Sunny said. "Fuck them one, fuck them all."

Betsy giggled. "I'll bet it would scare the shit out of Harry if I just walked up and grabbed him by the cock."

Sunny stood up. "There's my mom, pulling the car into the garage. I'll have to go eat dinner with her, and tell her about me staying over with you. And then…"

"Yeah," Betsy said. "I can't wait. Imagine – my own father. I think he's the sexiest thing alive, and I've listened to him put it to Mom some nights, so hard that they bump the bed into the wall. He – oh wow, Sunny! I'm wetting my pants just thinking about it."

"Save all your juice," Sunny advised. "Your dad's prick is every bit as long as my dog's, but a lot rounder and thicker. He'll stretch your pussy good."

"I'll love it," Betsy said softly. "If I don't chicken out."

Sunny patted her bare shoulder. "I won't let you cop out. Got to run now, and make sure my mother stays in front of the TV all night." She laughed. "Your dad has a rerun to make himself. Whoever he gets to fuck first, he has to screw the other. And he won't have any trouble. Like I said, he's a real horny guy."

"But I have to go pee," she told him. "No, don't turn on the light. Betsy might see it and think I can't sleep, then she'll come in to check on me."

"Okay," Judd told her, reluctantly letting go of her naked body. "But be quiet, now. Damn it – I shouldn't be in here at all, and if you hadn't kept shaking your ass at me all night…"

"Shhh," she warned, and slipped from the bed. Feeling her way across the room, she found the other door. Beyond it, Betsy waited; Sunny could hear the girl's ragged breathing. Reaching out, she found her in the darkness and pulled her close.

Lips at Betsy's ear, she murmured: "Go ahead. Just ease in bed next to him and let him do the rest. Usually he'll fuck first, then play the other games after. I'll come in later, soon as I know you're getting screwed real good. You might give a couple of moans to signal me."

"S-Sunny," the other girl whispered, "I'm scared."

Taking her wrist, Sunny pulled Betsy from the bathroom and shoved her out into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She peed in the toilet and flushed it, mostly for the covering noise, so Betsy could move over to the bed and crawl in.

Judd wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He was hot to go, and in a hurry to fuck and get back to his own bed before either of his kids heard anything. He wouldn't note the difference in height, or the slightly bigger tits; he had a bare-assed young schoolgirl in bed with him, and that was all he cared about.

Cracking the door again, Sunny listened a few seconds before she heard the hoarse whisper. "Ah, you little bitch! Come on and open your hot little cunt to me. Here – take my prick in your hand."

Sunny hoped that Betsy didn't freeze; that would blow it all before they were ready to expose the affair for what it was – a swinging piece of incest. Was it also incest, Sunny wondered, to fuck any member of your family? Like George; he was certainly part of the Watson family.

There were rustling sounds from the bed, sliding and giggling noises, then the unmistakable rhythm of the mattress and springs. Betsy was getting the meat put to her by her own father, taking her daddy's big, hard cock into her practically unused pussy. If the dog hadn't spread her cunt yesterday, Judd might not have been able to stuff his huge whang into it tonight.

Carefully, Sunny edged across the room, unfamiliar with its furniture, her eyes only making out vague shapings in the blackness. She could radar in on the bed by its sounds, and as she neared it, Betsy moaned.

"Ooohh! Oh – aaahhh!"

Despite her arousal, however, Betsy had enough control to not give away who she was. When her knee tapped gently against the foot of the bed, Sunny moved around it to the far side.

"What a hot cunt!" Judd muttered. "Every time I fuck it, your pussy has a new feel to it, baby – hot and tight and juicy. Sweet pussy, little girl – fine, young cunt wrapped around my cock like wet fire. Shake that ass, girl!"

Betsy answered by grunting and moaning again, and Sunny peered at the tangled shadows on the bed, seeing them only as a mingled lumping that moved and twisted, that bounced on the mattress and wiggled from side to side. It was easy for Sunny to climb onto the edge of the bed away from them without breaking the tempo of their screwing, and she did so.

There were urgent quivers running through her own damp cunt; Judd had been fingering her twat before she pulled the switch on him, and he had been sucking away at her tits. So Sunny had been stirred up even before she'd heard – and now felt – the beat of their fucking. Her pussy turned more humid with each passing second, and she lay back to drift her head on a pillow, her flesh going hot and taut at every bounce of the bed.

"You marvelous little cocksucker," Judd hissed. "Your cunt is eating me up, chewing on my prick. I-I'm going to come, baby! I'm just about to flood your tiny pussy with that hot cum you love so much. Take it, baby! Take it!"

Sunny trembled at the drawn-out groan that sounded over the bed, her closed eyes flashing bunting scenes of a prick shooting creamy white sperm, flinging the precious juice into the air. But it wasn't going into the air, wasn't being wasted at all. The jism was pouring into Betsy's hungry pussy, filling it to the brim.

He'd just better have plenty left, Sunny thought, or Judd Lorimer was going to find his balls working overtime.

Judd and Betsy stopped moving, ceased all motion and melted into that special kind of stage where all was warm and wonderful, where all was love and sex. Her tongue licking wetly, avidly over her lips, Sunny stretched out her hand and found the muscled cheek of Judd's ass; she trailed her fingertips tightly over the skin until the texture changed, and she found herself touching the satiny hipbone of Betsy. She stroked across and down, using a forefinger to gently push between the sweaty contact of two bellies.

Delicately, she probed through curly hair and found the lovely softness of Betsy's upper cunt lips, that little protective hood that was stretched now – and down just a tiny bit farther, there was the thrilling slickness of the throbbing hot prick. Sunny felt the very place where Judd's cock fitted so snugly into the caressing lips of his daughter's pussy.

He moved and murmured something indistinguishable, and his shaft stirred within the wet grasp of his daughter's cunt. Betsy wiggled weakly, and Sunny decided the girl had been knocked out of her head by the fucking she'd received, and was still floating.

Sunny continued to feel the prick and the cunt, playing her fingertips into the sultry dampness, tickling and petting, getting her own kicks from manipulating their sex organs, from the games she was inventing. It was great just to feel how the rod slid into the snatch, and she wished the light were on.

"Damn," Judd said. "You just can't get enough prick, can you?"

It would have been okay, Sunny thought later, if he hadn't made a particularly hard shove with his cock just then. Maybe Betsy wouldn't have answered otherwise, but the drive of the prick seemed to shake the words from her.