David Crane: See the family come

Her nipples seemed to be getting bigger.

His prick certainly was!

Jimmy blushed slightly, hoping like hell that she didn't see his hard-on, and hoping even more that his father didn't notice that incestuous reaction.

Then Ginny joined them.

The sight of the nubile teenager, all bouncy and squirmy in her snug, sexy clothing did nothing whatsoever to reduce the hardness of her brother's cock.

She sat next to him, her slender back swayed and her firm tits thrusting out. Jimmy's gaze danced back and forth between his mom's huge tit mounds and his sister's pert tits. He was enchanted by both mouth-watering sights.

And more embarrassed than ever.

How in the hell was he going to leave the breakfast table with such an enormous cock bulge in his jeans?

Someone would be sure to notice.

It was a frustrating situation.

The boy was eager to give himself a relieving hand-job, yet didn't dare stand up and expose his condition. He guessed that he would have to linger at the table until everyone else had left the room – and he hoped that he didn't get so horny that his cock would cream off in his jeans.

Ginny didn't remain at the table very long.

The girl had a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, claiming that she wasn't hungry.

Then she made a point of announcing that she was going out.

She got up and left the room, her ass swaying saucily, her hot pussy squishing between her thighs with every stride. Her face was glowing radiantly, her whole body vibrant with lust.

She sure hoped that her plan worked!

She went down the hall and opened the front door, then closed it loudly – remaining inside the hall.

She tiptoed back past the kitchen and went up the stairs, hurrying to her bedroom. She left the door slightly ajar, making the room seem to be unoccupied. She quickly squirmed out of her tee-shirt and jeans, wanting to be naked and all ready to play with herself when the time came.

Then she slipped into the closet, pulling the door closed enough to conceal her presence, but leaving plenty of space through which to look into the room.

She waited for Jimmy to show up, breathless with excitement. Her cunt felt like a smoldering ember between her thighs, and pussy juice was running down her legs. But she didn't start to caress herself yet. She was waiting for something to watch before she gave herself a hand-job.

A few minutes passed and she began to get restless, afraid that her plan had failed. She was so hot that she figured her naked body must be glowing like a neon light in the darkness of the closet. The perfume of her aroused pussy was permeating the small chamber.

The fragrance of her own hot cunt wafted to her nostrils, enhancing her horniness.

The urge to finger-fuck herself was becoming unbearable. Her pussy was smoldering so fiercely that she half expected it to suddenly burst into flames – except that it was much, much too wet to burn.

She slid a hand down her gently rounded belly, trembling with desire. Her fingers tingled for a touch of her want, and her clit throbbed for that contact. She had never felt so hops before. She thought that she was liable to blister her hands when she cupped her cunt.

Her hand rested on her downy blonde we. Ginny thought that she was going to have to rub herself off or else her pussy would just cream on its own.

Then she heard the door gently open. She smiled in delighted anticipation. She had expected her brother to come sneaking in through the communal closet that joined their bedrooms, but it didn't matter how he entered her room – not as long as he had come to put on the performance for which she yearned.

She drew her hand away from her pussy, willing to wait now, her eyes as hot as her cunt.

The door closed softly and footsteps sounded on the floor, moving towards her field of view.

She held her breath, wild with expectation.

C'mon, Jimmy, she silently urged.

Then a figure stepped into her sight.

Her whole nubile body stiffened, her eyes bulged out and her jaw dropped open wide. She stand in astonishment at the intruder moving across the room.

It wasn't her brother who had come so stealthily into Ginny's bedroom – into the trap she had set.

It was Daddy!

And her father went directly to her panty drawer.

Ginny was overwhelmed by shock. Then that shock ebbed away and was replaced by a surge of lust even greater than she had been feeling before.

Her daddy had obviously been there before. It was her father's cum that Ginny had licked from the crotchband of her panties! That sweet slime had sprung from her daddy's paternal prick – the stuff she had found so delicious was the same stuff that had created her. Her head spun and her mind reeled. Incestuous lust for her father was even naughtier than for her brother, she thought – and all the more thrilling because of it!

Ginny almost fainted.

But she fought against it, damned if she was going to black out and miss the show.

Mike Rayburn looked a bit sheepish, as was only proper for a man who had the hots for, his own little girl and had come to spill his spunk in her underwear. But guilt and shame did not deter his desire.

He drew the drawer open – and gulped when he saw, right on the top of the panty pile, a pair of tiny black bikinis that had been worn and not washed.

He took the panties out. They were so wet that they were dripping, and he wondered how long it had been since those sexy bikinis had been clinging to his daughter's cunt.

Grinning, all of his embarrassment fading away as pure lust filled him, he held the panties up to his face. He sniffed, inhaling her sweet aroma, sighing as he breathed that tantalizing fragrance in.

He began to lick the crotchband.

Ginny saw her father's tongue gliding through the film of cunt-cum that was congealed in the crotchband.

He lapped and sucked on the flavorsome wisp of black cloth, then stuffed the panties into his mouth and chomped, shaking them in his teeth tike a terrier shaking a wet rat and Ginny swayed, panting like a steam engine.

She was afraid he might hear her breathing so heavily. But Mike was panting just as much, himself, and the rush of blood in his ears had impaired his hearing.

He was sucking her pussy nectar up ravenously.

Ginny just had to wonder what it would feel like to have her handsome daddy go down on her, burying his head between her thighs. It was evident that he relished her cunt juice – think how he would cherish drinking it by the mouthful, right out her pussy.

Ginny's fantasies had been limited to playing the peeper – up until the moment. Now she was starting to think about the thrill of audience participation.

She couldn't have sex with her father, the young girl told herself. Could she? She was too horny to think clearly, and all of her inhibitions were melting away in the intense heat of her depraved desire.

Her pretty face had become a mask of passion, eyes narrowed, lips slack. Her tits heaved and her pussy spilled out lavish flows of cunt juice. Every nerve in her splashy young body her own carnal passion and taboo emotions. Her lovely little face was like a looking glass, reflecting the twisted desire that was contorting her daddy's features.

He grunted, whipping his prick through his pounding fist as he neared the peak. Ginny could hear his hot cockmeat hiss through his palm.

Knowing he was going to get his rocks off at any second, the horny girl began to rub her cunt and massage her clit, timing her cumming to his.

Mike growled like a beast, hammering at his cock in a savage assault, as if he were driving an iron spike into his own loins, trans fixing himself on his own hard-on. His balls were swinging in and out below his prick, heavy as weighted blackjacks and swelling more with every stroke as they neared the blow-out point.