Jeff Collins: Their incest urge

"Ohhh, I have it all! I can feel it way up inside me! Oh, Daddy, it's so good!"

"Baby, your pussy is nice and tight," Jeff groaned as he hunched his hips up and slapped them against her ass.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!"

His prick in her tight cunt-hole was like a weapon attacking. Tight as it was, she answered wantonly, heaving her beautiful ass all over, swinging it, grinding the cheeks up at him, hammering his body with her own.

Then she climaxed, screaming and spilling the cream of her lust down her legs. But there seemed to be no end to the need in her body. On and on they fucked, nonstop. He held fast to her luscious ass, his strong hands pulling the cheeks apart while he squirmed over her.

And then he was coming, pouring glob after glob of hot cum into little Fiona's eager pussy.

He started to pull out. Gretchen reached over and grabbed his meat just as the still-coming head pulled free of Fiona's wet cuntlips.

Immediately, Gretchen's warm lips covered his meat, sucking up the dripping strands of cum and cunt honey drenching his long shaft. Then she was done with him. He watched her drop to her knees to suck out his cum from Fiona's cunt with her tongue and lips. Fiona swung her legs over her sister's shoulders, lifting her dripping lips up to Gretchen's mouth.

Jeff couldn't let the opportunity pass. He climbed up behind Gretchen and stuck his cock into her cunt. Convinced that it was wet enough, he pulled it out and felt for her asshole with his fingers. Finding it, he inched his cock head in, then his entire shaft. Groans of ecstasy and delight filled the air. He humped over her back, grabbing her swaying tits in, his hands and squeezing them as he fucked her for all he was worth.

This only drove Gretchen on, flicking the tip of her tongue wildly over Fiona's clit, unleashing yet another explosion. But eating her sister and being fucked in the ass wasn't enough. She grabbed her pussy hair with her hand, fingering her clit until she shivered, shook, and finally came in a barrage of screams.

Jeff erupted in Gretchen's ass as his eldest daughter brought herself off by ramming her fist up her own cunt.

"Oh, Daddy!" Fiona moaned when, at last, the room was quiet. "We don't ever want to stop fucking you!"

They fucked every chance they got that week, practically right up until the moment of Diane's return.

Jeff felt somehow compelled to tell his wife what had occurred during her absence. He didn't know if she would understand, but he didn't really care.

"Diane, I have to tell you something."

"I have something to tell you first, Jeff. I'm leaving you. I haven't been with my mother this past week, I've been with my lover. Her name is Ramona Carpenter, an old friend and old lover."

"A woman!"

"Yes, Jeff, a woman. I don't expect you to understand, but please don't hate me. I want us to part as friends. I would like to have the girls with me six months out of the year. And, please believe me, I'll take care that my unnatural relationship with Ramona won't rub off on them."

Jeff turned away from her and lowered his head.

Diane was sure he was crying.

He was trying to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Are you all right, Jeff?"

"Oh yes," he replied, hiding the smile on his face with both open hands. "I'll bear up."

Jeff was half drunk. He had been drifting like a rudderless ship around the house and around the office for the last four months. It had been that long since Gretchen and Fiona had gone to visit their mother. It would be about six weeks before they returned, and he wasn't sure he could last.

That was his mood when he answered the door and nearly fainted as his beautiful, dark-haired sister walked into the house and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him like a lover and rubbed her tits and her cunt over his body.

"God, I've missed you," Marie cried.

"Marie, I can hardly believe it! How? Why?"

"I got your letter about Diane. I just got another divorce, so I figured what the hell, I'd come down here and cheer you up. In fact, I even thought I'd live with you for a while, if you don't mind."

"No, no," he replied nervously. "I don't mind."

"You sure? I mean, I think I detect a note of uncertainty in your voice."

"No, honestly, I don't mind. Come on in to the bar. Let's have a drink!"

Marie put a hand to his shoulder. "Jeff?"

"Yes?"

"I'd like a drink later. But right now, I'd like this." She slid her hand down to the front of his pants and grabbed his cock. "That is, if you'd like to finish what we started so many years ago."

"I… I don't know," he said, suddenly pulling away from her.

"Well, think about it," Marie smiled, "because I really want to." She picked up her bag and headed for the stairs. "I'm going to grab a bath. Come up when you make up your mind."

Jeff silently watched her go. How could he tell her? He'd already committed incest with his daughters, and he probably would again. He couldn't compound his guilt by doing it also with his sister.

But, God, he would like to.

He had three drinks for courage and headed up the stairs to make his confession.

Marie was wild about the idea of finally fucking her brother. All the fucks of her life hadn't been as wonderful as the one time she had sucked Jeff's huge dick.

She bathed and then rubbed herself in a heavily scented powder, enjoying the sensuous feel of her pussy as she rubbed the powder on her buttocks and between her soft white thighs.

She put on a red bra and matching panties. Then the dress, a tight-fitting, knee-length black velvet, clinging to her body seductively, showing off her huge tits, her slim waist, voluptuous ass cheeks and feminine hips. She smoothed her hands down her waist and over her hips and thighs. She hoped her brother would do the same and feel instantly aroused by the feel of the soft, sensual material.

She was still a beautiful, sensual woman, and she loped Jeff would notice it.

She took a cigarette from her handbag and lit it, putting it in a long holder. The smoke was curling around her head when Jeff knocked on the door and came into the room. The image of the sophisticated woman provoked him at once and he felt an immediate tremor of excitement as he looked at her.

"I hope you haven't changed your mind, like the last time," he said.

"No, I haven't. Oh, Jeff, I want to be fucked by you! I know you'll be such a wonderful lover, darling!"

"I have to tell you something first."

"All right."

"I… I've been fucking Gretchen and Fiona. Marie, I've been fucking my own daughters."

Marie threw back her head and laughed loud and long. "Oh shit, it's hard to believe."

"It's not funny," Jeff said.

"The hell it isn't! You haven't been fucking your daughters!"

"I have, I tell you."

"And I'm telling you that if you've been fucking Gretchen and Fiona, you haven't been fucking your own daughters!"

"What do you mean?"

"You ninny, Diane's been fooling you all these years. She was pregnant with Gretchen a month before she ever met you, and Fiona was a mistake with a passing salesman when she was trying to find out what was wrong with her by having an affair!"

"Oh, my God!" Jeff cried.

"But the hell with that," Marie said. "You haven't been committing incest. That is, until now."

She stood and their lips met in a passionate kiss. She felt her body tingle with excitement, and Jeff found himself filled with urgent desire for her, as intense as when they had both been children. He began to unbutton the dress.

Marie felt his fingers on her tits and then brushing her bra as he worked his way down to her waist. The top of the dress fell away. Her tits seemed to be on the verge of bursting from the heavy cups of her bra. Jeff took the bra cups in his hands, feeling the silky smoothness of the nylon on the soft flesh of her tits. Then he continued to unbutton the dress down to her panties.