Harry Stevens: Horny family fun

"I don't know," Ed said.

"Well," Patty declared, "then it must be a miracle. And when you are lucky enough to be on the receiving end of one of those, you just hang on until every drop of jizz you could get swamps your fucked shit-pit."

Finally, Ed's prick slowed to a dribble. But the flow hadn't stopped, only now it went in the opposite direction. For, her insides brought to a boil by her father's massive flood of molten jizz, Patty had lost control. She was hopelessly shitting all over her father's cock.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry!" Patty gasped with a combination of embarrassment and unavoidable pleasure. "It just felt so good to let go, that I couldn't stop myself."

Ed Gannon was too woozy from cummimg so hard to complain. Nevertheless, his daughter vowed to make her accident up to him.

Patty pulled ass and cock apart with a loud pop. Ed keeled over backward as a result, his strength as drained as his jizz. He wasn't even fully aware of how his daughter set herself to pounce on his crotch-until, that is, her mouth was full of his filthy cock and she was sucking him clean.

"No," he groaned, "you don't have to do this."

But his instantly revived hard-on was more then eager for the blow job Patty gave it, fresh out of her dirty asshole. So, as Ed Gannon weakly maintained that he should have had enough, he simultaneously fuck his daughter's mouth with increasing strength.

It ended with yet another load of scalding jizz from Ed's overworked cock. Patty swallowed every drop. Her father had truly reached the end of his rope. When his hard-on collapsed for good, so did the rest of him for the rest of the evening. Ed had been fucked and sucked until he'd passed out.

Patty was glad her mother was out of town. She guessed that was why she and her father had felt free to go even farther than usual tonight. With the house to themselves, anything went. Just too bad, Patty thought, with her asshole no longer cherry and wonderfully sore from its first fuck, that it couldn't be like this all the time.

"Maybe something will happen to mom. Like an accident while she's driving," Patty wished aloud in a moment of total selfishness.

The phone rang, leaving Patty afraid to answer with the sense that she'd somehow foretold the future with her careless remark. It was with dread that she managed to force herself across the room and pick up the receiver, which felt like lead in her trembling hand.

''H-hello?'' she muttered.

''Darling…''

Patty sighed with relief, the burden of guilt leaving her sagging shoulders.

"Darling," her mother said, "I just called to remind you that you have to make sure your dad catches his plane tomorrow morning. Ten o'clock sharp."

"Oh, sure, Mom."

"I knew I could depend on you," her mother said. "And something else, honey. I might be gone an extra day or so. Okay? So don't expect me back until after the weekend. No problem with that, is there?"

Patty said there wasn't, then mechanically talked her way through the rest of the conversation until her mother said goodbye. Once the phone was back on the hook, Patty felt so drained that, within seconds, she'd surrendered to the soft cushions of the sofa, sound asleep.

The morning sun flooded through a living room window, its warming glow angling across sleeping Patty's face. She drowsily stirred, then bolted up, wide awake, as she realized she'd spent the night on the sofa without doing anything about her father.

He was still sprawled on the floor, snoring lightly. When Patty looked at the clock, she saw that it was eight-thirty, giving her less than two hours to get her dad cleaned up, packed, and on his plane.

Dealing with him was difficult, like trying to saber up a drunk. Patty had to shake him awake, ply him with black coffee, and then steer him into the shower. When he staggered back from the bathroom, dripping wet, she had to coax him into the clean clothes she'd laid out for him, as if she were the parent and he a balky child.

"Don't wanna go," he whined when he was finally dressed.

"You've got to make a living, Daddy," Patty sharply reminded him, noticing how much she sounded like her nagging mother.

"Aw, who needs it?" Ed Gannon grumbled. "Why can't you and I just go off somewhere on our own, and let the rest of the world go by?"

Last night, when they were hacking, if her father had said something like that to her, Patty would have thought it very romantic. Now, though, responsible for more than just getting the most out of his cock, Patty was just annoyed.

"C'mon Daddy, we're already running behind," she snapped. "Let's get a move on."

The ride to the airport, with Patty driving, was mostly silent. There was just enough time for her to get her father on his plane and out of her hair. She kissed him on the cheek, watching him disappear toward the boarding area, then left.

"Never knew Daddy could be such a pain," she mumbled as she made her way out of the airport. "God, don't know if I'll ever get married."

All Patty wanted to do was get back to the house and get some more sleep in her own bed. Alone, with the place all to herself.

However, when she arrived home, Patty immediately sensed that the unexpected was waiting for her. All the lights were on, she saw through the windows, and when she tried the front door, it wasn't locked as she'd left it.

A burglar? she wondered, breaking into a cold sweat.

Something within her made her go ahead and enter. Just to be on the safe side, she picked up the nearest weapon available a flowerpot. She'd brain the bastard, she thought, deciding that she was sick and tired of being inconvenienced by other people.

It was no burglar that Patty found in the living room, sitting there, drinking beer with his dirty sneakers propped up on the coffee table.

"Hi, sis," he drawled.

"N-Nick," Patty stammered. "What're you doing here instead of at college?"

Nick Gannon took a swig of beer and laughed. "College and I decided to go our separate ways."

"Y-you dropped out?"

"I was kicked out," Nick said, grinning like he was very proud of his latest screw-up.

"What for?" Patty asked, curious in spite of herself about how her brother had gotten into trouble again.

"Aw, you don't wanna know, sis," Nick said. "Might be too much for your virgin ears."

"No, tell me," Patty said insistently, deciding she definitely wanted to know the facts.

"Thought I'd wait until Mom and Dad are here," Nick said with a lopsided grin. "So I can watch 'em turn blue when they hear what their bad boy has been up to."

"Afraid we're stuck with just each other," Patty replied. "Mom and Dad are both out of town, so I'm taking care of the house."

"Hmmmmmm, they never trusted me like that."

"With good reason," Patty said. Then, friendlier, she added, "So, c'mon, why don't you tell me what you did wrong this time? Don't worry about shocking me. I'm not as innocent as you think."

"Okay, kiddo, why not? You gotta learn the facts of life sometime. It's as simple as this: yours truly got caught fucking the wrong chick."

Patty didn't even blink, boldly asking, "Who, Nick? Who did you fuck?"

"Uh, the dean's daughter," Nick hurriedly said, distracted from his story by his sister's surprising language and attitude. "But, hey, what about you? When did you get so salty, sis?"

Patty passed over the reference to herself and bluntly quizzed him about the dean's daughter. "Was she a good piece of ass, Nicky?"

Caught off balance, Nick muttered, "Yeah, sure… all right, I guess."

"Worth getting kicked out of college?"

Trying to get back on an even keel, Nick wisecracked. "Anything that gets the job done. She wasn't that great in bed, but college is such pure shit that I'd have done a lot worse to get the hell away from it. Suppose you could say that fucking her so her daddy'd catch us was the easiest way out."