Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"Why don't you stay over at my place, then?" I suggested, doing my best to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "You'd be more than welcome and you could call your folks from there."

"Hey, that's not a bad idea. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Heck no, I'd enjoy the company."

"Then I'll do it. The only problem is that I don't have a nightie with me. Can you lend me one?" I said that wouldn't be any problem at all and hurried the pace so we could get home all the sooner. I couldn't help but notice that my father looked delighted. It would be on for young and old tonight, I thought to myself. We watched some television with the folks before I yawned and stretched, and announced that it was high time we hit the sack. Janet and I went up the stairs and into my room where I gave her a fresh towel and a spare toothbrush. Since we were both girls we both went into the bathroom, but I was too cautious to suggest that we shower together. Instead I let her have the shower first and I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair a hundred times. But while she was under the shower I cast many a glance in her direction.

The water streamed along her curves and made her dark brown skin gleam like polished leather. She had a plastic cap over her cornrowed hair, pulled down tight so that she looked all the sleeker, with broad shoulders and a strong, yet delicate back that curved into a slender waist. But unlike mine, her body didn't arch out into rounded hips. There was almost no rise at all, just a continuation of the same lines right to her thighs, which spread out a little. Her full buttocks leaned into each other, rounded with dimpled flanks, and the very sight of them made my fingers itch with the desire to touch them. She looked so sensual, so utterly desirable, that I could barely keep up with the conversation we were having. When she turned around I saw her naked breasts as I had never seen them before, in the privacy of my bathroom. There weren't ten girls to distract me now, it was just her and me. And those breasts swelled up from her chest like two upturned bowls, chocolate brown with darker nipples pointing right at me. Her breasts looked so soft compared to the rest of her. A line of muscle ran down the center of her belly, giving out only when the slight rise of her belly took over. Her pubic bone jutted out even further, and was covered by a sparse layer of tight curls, and her thighs were supple and muscular. When she moved long muscles rippled easily under the gleaming skin but when she stood still and relaxed they were as feminine as my own.

"What's the matter?" she asked "You're looking at me as though you're inspecting the troops."

"Am I? I'm sorry, I was miles away," I said, shaking myself and getting back to brushing my hair. I had been gripping the handle so hard that my hand hurt. Janet got out of the shower but let the water run on so I could hop right in. She gave me the shower cap and watched as I tucked my long blond hair in.

"You left some out," said Janet, and for a moment her naked body was very close to mine and her hand reached up to tuck a last tress of hair under the cap. "Wow, that feels like silk! It must be a real pleasure to wash and brush it, huh?"

"It's just a nuisance," I shrugged. "Why, don't you like your hair?"

"Not really." She applied the towel to her body vigorously and once more I forgot myself as I watched her flesh yield wherever she touched herself. "You have to straighten it or cornrow it or smear all kinds of crap into it. Hell, sometimes I think half my life is taken up by making my hair look good. And for what?"

"That's a good question." I stood under the shower and soaped myself all over. Was she looking at me now? Did she appreciate the sight of my firm, arrogant tits and their pink nipples? Did she like the blond bush between my thighs as much as I had liked her tight curls? Or did she think I looked funny with the white bikini marks interrupting the light brown of my tan? Janet and I had been good friends for quite a while, but neither of us had ever raised the notion of becoming bosom pals, so to speak. We had talked about boys and sex, always timid and speculative, and never applied to ourselves. That left me wondering how she really felt about me and if she would actually want to play the game with me later.

As I dried myself I caught sight of the two of us reflected in the mirror. Janet had her back to it and I faced it, and for some reason we made a striking couple. My body and hers complemented each other like yin and yang. Quickly I turned away from the seductive image and finished drying myself. We wrapped the big towels about ourselves and went back to my room, but halfway there my father happened to pass us on his way to the master bedroom. He just nodded at us and we clutched at our towels defensively. Then the moment was over, he was in his room and we were in mine.

Janet and I got talking again and instead of changing into our nighties we sat on the bed in our towels, laughing and gossiping, and I forgot for the time being how much I wanted her to play with me. Besides, she didn't seem at all inclined that way. I heard my mother enter the other room, and about five minutes later some very familiar sounds reached me. I motioned for silence and pricked up my ears, A moan, a giggle, a sudden creak of the bed-sure enough, my father was about to mount my mother again. It never failed. He only had to catch sight of Janet and he was off and running.

"What's going on?" whispered Janet.

"My parents are about to make it," I replied.

"Oh wow, you can hear them at it? My folks always wait till they think I'm sleeping or else they send me next door for the night. But I catch them at it now and then." We were both silent for a few minutes as my parents went through the preliminaries. Wet sounds and long groans indicated that someone was down on someone. I motioned for Janet to keep silent and to help me carry a chair over to the wall which had the ventilation grill in it I took the first look and saw my father and mother naked, him between her legs and eating her pussy like a starving man.

"C'mon, take a look," I hissed. Janet stood on the chair with me and peered in. She couldn't believe her eyes when she had worked out what was going on.

"He's licking her… pussy!" she whispered. "That's not sanitary!"

"Sssssshhhh! Just watch and see how she loves it." The two of us stood on the chair and peered through the louvers, holding our breath and keeping tabs on the progress my mother was making. She loved to be eaten and Daddy got a charge out of her gyrations and moans. I wondered what he got out of sucking her pussy, though, but perhaps I'd find out someday soon. Daddy kept on eating her and that became a little boring after a while. I stepped down but Janet remained riveted to the grill, watching as though she couldn't believe anyone could do such a thing.

From where I stood I had a much more interesting view. Her towel had crept up over her thighs and her ass was sticking out brazenly. She had to lean forward to get a good view and her legs were spread to keep a level footing on the chair, so all I had to do was look up to see all of her pussy. Actually I couldn't see all of it, now with the shadows darkening her flesh to the point of blotting out the details. But it was enough to see her vaginal area and to have it so close that I could just reach out and touch her there. Not that I would have dared I just toyed with the idea. Janet was unaware of anything except the unsanitary practices going on in the next room. And while she was so preoccupied I dared stick my hand between my own legs for a little fiddle, enough to raise the pitch of my excitement to critical heights. Oh, I shouldn't have done that, I knew it as soon as my hand and pussy made contact. But once there it was hard to remove it.

"Come and look!" Janet beckoned me to come up without turning around. "He's going to do it to her!"