Jack Grant - Making Daddy

"Move over…" He shoved at her body. He was climbing into the bed and she tried to shove him back.

"What the hell do you think-"

"Shut up, you little cunt-whore!" he said. "I watched you with him.

Don't give me any of your lip." His hands grabbed at her under the sheets. She was scared. He had seen her and Hawley! My god! But what-She didn't have a chance to wonder long. His hand was under her nightgown, jerking the thin cloth up and feeling for her crotch, prying in the thatch of sparse hair.

"Spread your legs, baby sister. I want some of that hot cunt you've been giving away so goddamn freely!"

She shook her head, unable to believe she had heard right. Her own brother was planning to fuck her!

He knifed his knee between her legs and climbed over her. She realized then that he was naked. His hot, dribbling prick stabbed at her belly as he tried to find her cunt with it.

"Don't!" she said and tried to push him away.

"Don't act coy with me, Francie. How would you like it if I tell your boy friend Mister Hawley that you're not sixteen yet? You're not even fourteen! Won't be for three months. He's been fuckin' a goddamn kid-jailbait!" He shoved at her, and the hot cock hit her labia, seared the flesh and made her shudder.

"No-don't tell him!"

"Then give me a piece of the action. Or maybe I'll tell Pa you've been sucking and fucking around with the neighbors…"

His cock darted up into her. She was dry from the hard screwing she'd had and the effects of the cool lake water. She hadn't expected another session. He pushed in hard, forcing his pounding cock into her cunt. It pulled and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Then he was in-all the way in-and she was feeling a new warm wetness inside her. It flowed slowly at first, then spurted quickly as he began to push in and out of her with short, measured strokes. God, she was hot again! Her own brother was making her hot and wet and ready to come. She lifted her knees and clamped his darting hips and rode with him.

In muffled silence they grunted and humped together in the dark bedroom. Only yards away, their parents slept, unaware of the wild passion that was being pursued by their son and daughter in another bedroom.

Francie felt the hard pressure of her pending orgasm. Her brother's prick was a hard, stabbing spear lancing into her young cunt. She thought about the lie she'd told Hawley about her age. She'd been pretending to be older ever since she met the Hawleys the previous year, when they'd bought the cabin. She'd seen Hawley before-he'd owned a cabin several miles away on another lake. When he bought the one here, she'd made up her mind she wanted to have him. She was afraid that if he knew she was only thirteen, he'd never come near her. Even though she had the body of a woman. So she'd lied, and he hadn't found out. And she had gotten caught by her brother.

But he was good, almost as good as Hawley. She pressed her legs and raised her hips to tell him she was going to come. He didn't need any encouragement.

He was so damned hot he knew it was only a matter of minutes. He'd been hot ever since he spotted his sister sneaking out of the house and followed her to the place where she met Hawley. He'd listened and watched from the shadow of trees along the road. And he'd seen and heard plenty. Enough to make him hard and needy. And now he was finding out that his kid sister was plenty damned good, just like Hawley had said. God, she was tight and firm, like a virgin. At seventeen, Jack had fucked enough girls to know the difference between an experienced and an inexperienced twat. And his sister knew a lot-a hell of a lot.

He came then, ejaculating his load of churning, boiling semen into the swamp hole that sucked him deep with each thrust. He came, drove hard, and came some more. He could tell by the hard, twitching spasms of her cunt that she was coming, too, and the idea made him grin. He was as good as old man Hawley any fucking day of the week.

After a long time, he climbed off her and sat panting a few minutes on the edge of the bed. She lay very quietly for a long time; then her hand moved over his rump and squeezed his ass gently.

"It was good, Jack."

He grinned and grabbed for one of those big tits, which were hidden under the thin nightgown she was wearing. He liked the feel of her ripe woman-flesh. It was hard to believe that she was only thirteen and had tits that size-and a cunt so talented.

"Okay, kid. I'll let myself out." He moved off in the shadows, stooped to pick up his clothes. The door closed silently behind him.

She was alone. She lay hugging her belly for a minute. Her body had given her so much pleasure tonight, that it was hard to overcome. She still tingled and felt good all over. Her legs were almost numb with the rays of lasting pleasure that radiated through them. Finally, she forced herself to get up and tiptoe into the bathroom to clean herself.

She let the thick juice drip from her body, then took a washcloth and wet it under the tap. She scrubbed at her genitals with the harsh rag for several minutes, then tossed it into the laundry hamper. She drank a large glass of water and went back to bed.

She was asleep almost the instant her head touched the pillow.

When Robin and Jodi woke the following morning, they were surprised to find their mother already up. Usually after she'd been out late she slept until noon, and the girls were left on their own to amuse themselves.

Nina Hawley was still pretty at thirty-seven. Her face was oval shaped and smooth-skinned, giving her a youthful look. She helped the natural blonde of her hair with Tighteners, and she had managed to keep her figure despite four children and approaching middle age.

She smiled at her girls now and set out cereal and milk for their breakfast. "You two want to ride along with me today?"

"Where?" they asked in unison.

She made a face at them. "This is the day Kevin and Drew get back from their canoe trip. I have to pick them up at Meritsville."

Robin had forgotten that her brothers were due back now. Normally she would enjoy the ride to the town sixty miles away and the chance to poke around in the stores before coming back to the isolation of the cabin. But she was reluctant to go today. She woke up with thoughts of what she and Jodi had discussed the night before, the plan about their father, and somehow it seemed essential that she stay here at the cabin while he was here. She waited for Jodi to answer first.

With her ever-present enthusiasm, Jodi accepted the idea readily. "Can I go?" She was always eager for a trip.

Nina smiled. "Sure, glad to have company. How about you, Robin?" She glanced at the older girl.

Robin shook her head. "Naw, I don't feel like riding today."

Her mother raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Not sick, are you?"

"No," Robin said quickly. "Feel great. But it's hot and I'd rather swim …"

Her mother nodded and turned back to pile dishes in the sink. Jodi looked at her sister suspiciously, as though suddenly remembering there might be a reason to stay at the cabin. She was trying to decide if the slim plans they'd made the previous night were sufficient enough to make her miss out on a day's fun in town. She decided against it, and began spooning cereal into her mouth again.

After breakfast, Jodi cornered Robin in the hall before running out to the car, where her mother was already waiting.

"You gonna try anything now? I mean with Dad," she whispered sharply.

"No, of course not." It didn't sound too convincing.

Jodi frowned. "Maybe I should stay home."

Robin shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going swimming." She turned and entered the bedroom. Her heart was pounding with the excitement of the lie she had told her sister and she was afraid Jodi would know it. The younger girl stood in the doorway several seconds, watching while Robin pulled her swimsuit from the rack in the bathroom that opened off their bedroom. Then she turned and ran out to the car.