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A Sticky Situation Ch. 01

By: PurrfectKitten22



I sat panting on the bench of the tennis court, soaked with sweat, my quads sore and shaking. My trainer Marcus looked at me with bemusement and pity. 

"Three hours? Come on, I'm not even winded."

I gave him a ferocious glare. Three hours. None of the other girls on my team ever endured a three hour lesson with the grueling taskmaster. I lazily unscrewed my water bottle and to my dismay found the water to be more warm than tepid. I still drank from it but the plastic taste made me want to gag. "Marcus, go away." I grumbled up at him. He was bouncing a tennis ball up and down on his racket, looking utterly bored. 

"I want two laps around the park, and then you can go home." 

I hung my head in a defeated way but managed to make my legs work long enough to get up. I forced my body to obey; after all, my dad was paying through the teeth for these training sessions. I jogged off the court and onto the pavement, and quickly ran around the park twice. I allowed my mind to wander as I ran and found that I could only concentrate on one thing; that stupid French test next week. Damn it all, I thought. How the hell am I going to pass that stupid test? 

"Hey sexy sweaty lady!" a male voice called out. I looked up, a retort on my lips and saw my brother Kyle riding his bicycle alongside me. He whistled in appreciation, his eyes staring at my sweat soaked chest. Before I could make my witty comeback, he rode on ahead of me. I turned back toward the courts and to my surprise and relief, Marcus had packed my bag for me. "Good job today. Keep it up. I'll see you next week."

I nodded and began the long walk home. Darkness began to fall, and with it was a cool breeze that chilled the sweat on my body. All I could fantasize about was a hot shower and a decent meal. After what seemed like forever, what in all actuality was about 25 minutes, I opened my front door. I dumped my bag and wearily walked down the hall towards my bedroom. The house was quiet and I didn't bother shutting the door. I took off my visor and let it fall with a thud on the floor. I yanked out the rubber band holding my hair back and felt my hair tumble around my shoulders. I slipped out of my windbreaker and undid the front clasps on my tennis bra. My breasts seemed to sag a little with relief. The cool air hitting them felt wonderful. I kicked off my tennis shoes and pulled off my sweaty bloomers. I bent down and picked them up and turned to deposit them in my laundry basket. 

I gasped in surprise as I saw Kyle standing in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes intently gazing at my chest. "You pervert!" I shrieked and threw the only thing I had in my hand at the time at him. He caught it deftly and fingered the damp material almost thoughtfully. He turned from my door and walked into his bedroom, still holding my underwear. I forgot that all I had on was my tennis skirt and socks and I stomped in, looking as pissed off as I felt. I was shocked at the sight of him, lying on his bed, my panties on his face, sniffing appreciatively. 

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was completely floored by his action. My own big brother for God's sake! "Chill out sis. Here's your panties." He tossed them to me casually, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I took them, crossed the hall and shut my door behind me. I leaned back against the door trembling with anger. I would get him back for this. My body was aching. I didn't even have energy enough for a shower. I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled off my socks. I tossed them across the room. I thought about standing up and taking off my skirt but it didn't seem worth the effort. I fell back into the soft pillows of my bed and pulled my feet up. I stretched out and let the clean smell of the sheets distract me from the earthy smells of my body. I closed my eyes and felt myself relax. 

I was dreaming of when I was little, and Kyle and I were swimming in our neighbor's pool. He laughed and splashed me with water. I splashed him back and then I felt his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He was going to dunk me, I knew it. I giggled as I felt his body pressed up against mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face. His hands slid up from my waist and were rubbing my breasts. I gasped with the intense pleasure, my nipples swelling under his caress. I moaned and then I realized this was all wrong. What the hell was going on? 

I woke with a start and nearly screamed. Kyle was lying on top of me, not with his whole body weight but enough that I was pinned. His eyes were filled with desire as his hands molded my naked breasts, his fingertips playing expertly with my hard nipples. "Kyle." I pleaded with that one word. Why was he doing this? 

"Shhhh. It's ok." He whispered. 

I looked up at him, completely confused, but then I began to notice that my legs were spread apart and a hard bulge in his pants was pressed up against my pussy. He moved nearly imperceptibly, but the jean material rubbed against my now swollen clit and I nearly moaned with the pleasure. "Kyle, we have to stop. We can't be doing this. It's wrong." 

He gazed at me intently and leaned forward, his mouth an inch from mine. Without a word he swooped down and I felt his firm lips gently pressing against mine. I meant to scream, to thrash my body and fight and get him off of me, but my young body responded without my consent and my lips parted for him. He instantly took advantage of my silent acquiescence and his tongue slipped into my mouth. He touched my tongue with his tentatively and I responded. Our tongues seemed to dance and I was lost in a dream, being kissed so passionately by him. 

Liquid heat seemed to fill the opening between my legs, a deep almost pounding desire and I lifted my hips a fraction of an inch, so that the hard bulge slipped down between my pussy lips to the opening. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but a force beyond myself, teenage hormones perhaps, had taken hold of me. He pushed his jean covered penis against my pussy and I felt the tip enter me. He lowered and maneuvered his hips so that more of his bulge pushed inside of me and then his whole body shuddered against me. He pulled his lips from mine and gazed down at me intently. 

"Kerry."

He spoke my name almost reverentially. I had no idea how to respond. My body ached with impatience, I wanted to cum so badly. As if reading my mind, he extricated his pelvis from mine and sat up. I didn't move, just watched him sitting there, my naked body splayed out for him to see. His hands rested on the tops of my knees and slowly, they moved downward, across my inner thighs. His fingertips caressed the mound of my pussy and gently he pushed my swollen lips apart. He traced lines lazily up and down the sticky slit and stopped when he found my clit. He pressed his thumb against it, as though it was a button and a shockwave of pleasure rocketed through me. My tense muscles clenched and with his other hand, he extended his fingers inside of me. Rhythmically, as if by magic, he finger fucked me, his hands moving expertly, faster and faster. He pressed hard against my g-spot and I felt my pussy convulse. As soon as he felt that he slammed his fingers into me, harder and harder and the headboard of my bed banged against the wall. I could hear the sloppy slapping sounds of my cunt juices surrounding his fingers as he fucked me. I screamed in pleasure as a wave seemed to roll over me, my pussy clenched rapidly, my hips arched, my hands were death grips on my sheets. He stopped moving his fingers though he left them inside of me and I felt myself go limp. I looked up at him, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He smiled at me weakly and pulled his hand away. I almost felt sorry that he had to, his fingers seemed at home inside of me. 

Without meaning to, I suddenly felt very guilty. He was staring at me as though I was his girlfriend, not his kid sister. This was so completely wrong. How could I have let this get so out of hand? I pulled my knees towards my chest and rolled onto my side. I couldn't even look at him. I felt him get up and heard his footsteps as he crossed the hall to his room. My body shook and I felt dirty. I got up from the bed and walked to my little bathroom. At least I had my own private shower. True, it was a standup and quite small, but it worked for me. I turned on the spray and let the water get hot. I shimmied out of my tennis skirt and kicked it behind the toilet. I stepped into the steamy shower and suddenly, everything was ok. The hot water worked miracles on my aching shoulders. I just stood there under the spray, and nearly fell asleep I was so relaxed. The shower door opened and I looked up startled. Kyle stood there, completely naked, with a hard on. My eyes couldn't help but check him out and he smiled and stepped inside. 

"Get out!" I demanded and Kyle just laughed. 

"You're so beautiful Kerry. Let me just look at you." 

"I think you've had enough looking for today." I retorted. 

"Not at all" he whispered, "Not nearly enough."

Panic began to well up in my throat. The shower was small and he was pressed up against me. His hard cock was resting on my abs and with a tiny shifting of his hips, I felt his cock slide lower to rest between my thighs. At the scared look on my face he cupped my chin and kissed me soundly on the lips. Then he turned away from me and bent down, picking up my body wash. 

"I won't do anything you don't want me to Kerry."

I couldn't even respond. I turned the other way, and tilted my head up into the stinging hot spray of the shower. I felt him behind me, rubbing my back, the knotted muscles from tennis practice at last yielding beneath his strong touch. I should have told him to get the hell out, but his massage felt so good. He rubbed my neck and his hands slid around me, cupping my breasts. He massaged them softly, tenderly with his soapy hands and I felt a familiar heat crawl up from between my legs. Before I could move or say anything, his hands slid down the flatness of my stomach and I felt his hands rest on the front of my pussy. He let his finger slide between the lips and parted me deftly. I moaned and he slid his soapy finger up and down my slit. He pulled me back a little, and I again felt his cock slide between my thighs. The hot spray of water fell against my sensitive skin and I decided to just see where all of this was going to go. We had already crossed the line, what was a little more?

He grunted then and pushed my body forward. I placed my hands against the shower wall to steady myself. He lowered his hips and the velvety tip of his dick slid against my slit. He waited there, not certain of how I was going to react. My cunt was aching in a familiar way and I wanted him to fuck me with that gloriously hard cock. I thought about how he had started to fuck me earlier, wearing his jeans, and how unfulfilling that was. I wanted him all of the way inside of me, I wanted to feel his young virile body possessing mine. I arched my body forward and the tip of his cock rested against my opening. "Fuck me Kyle." 

He needed nothing more and I felt his stiff dick slide all of the way into me. I gasped at the fullness of it and he rocked his hips forward and back quickly, taking me, fucking me with fruitless abandon. I grunted as he slammed into me and it felt so wonderful. But I couldn't hold my arms against the wall anymore, they were sore and tired. As if sensing my slipping he pulled his penis out of me and roughly turned me around. He turned off the shower and pulled me close to him. He smashed his lips against mine, aggressively and assaulted me with his tongue. His hands slid around to cup my ass and he lifted me from the shower floor. Instinctually I wrapped my legs around his waist and then felt him push his cock into me. I was worried about him slipping but he seemed strong and steady. He leaned my back against the tile and humped me fiercely. My tits bounced up and down and he rested his face between them, slamming his cock into me. I felt his balls slapping my inner thighs and I cried out as I felt myself cumming on his cock. He groaned as I contracted and then I felt a hot liquid stream shoot up inside of me. He gasped against me and I panted against him. Slowly we untangled ourselves and he let me down. 

I stood there, shuddering against him, my hand on his chest. He stared at me and a smile broke out across his face. 

"What?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I hope I don't wake up with sheets that need to be washed again."

I laughed. "Have you had dreams like this?"

He nodded. "A few times...sure. I mean, who wouldn't? You've really blossomed over the years Kerry. I can't believe what a babe you've turned out to be."

I smiled up at him. "Yeah, it's too bad you've turned out so disappointingly."

He smacked my butt. "You're still a brat though."

I smiled cockily. Shaking his head, he opened the shower door and closed it behind him, leaving me there alone. I looked down at my thighs, small white rivers of semen running down them with what was left of my shower. I turned the shower back on and cold water sprayed me. I shrieked but the water soon turned warm and I let it run over my body, cleaning away everything that had happened. Well, not everything. I could never forget letting Kyle fuck me that way, no matter how hard I tried. I let my mind wander and once again, the most pressing issue was that stupid French test. How the hell am I going to pass it? I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me. I sniffed the air. Was that bacon?

A Sticky Situation Ch. 02



Was that bacon? I stepped out of the shower stall and reached out for my Hello Kitty beach towel. To my dismay I found it already damp. That jerk! I thought furiously. I let that little perv fuck me and this is how he repays me? At the moment I didn't have much of a choice so I wrapped the damp towel around me and tried to get as much of the water as I could off of me. I opened the cabinet door and took out my hair dryer. I plugged it in and began blowing it on my chilled skin rather than my hair. I moved the dryer up and down my body and let the towel drop to the floor. When one part of my skin was warm, I moved onto another. I lifted one of my legs and rested it on the sink. I let the hot dryer warm the light hairs around my pussy. It felt wonderful, the hot air blowing against me. I moved the dryer only reluctantly, long after the area was dry. I giggled a little at my daring and then was slammed with the fact that my brothers cock had been inside of me only minutes earlier. 

"Kerry, I made some bacon, you want a BLT?" my sister's voice called out from the kitchen. 

"Hell yeah!" I called back, my stomach grumbling furiously. 

I walked out of the bathroom, my fingertips running through my damp hair. I pulled on my bathrobe and put on my slippers. I padded down the hall and walked into the kitchen where my slightly older sister (by two minutes I might add) was spreading a thick coat of mayo on slices of white bread. I looked at her critically. For twins, we didn't look that much alike. She was slightly shorter than me, with rounder curves, lighter skin and hair that she had dyed jet black. She detested sports of all kinds and preferred to stay inside and read when everyone else was outside playing. Emma was one of a kind though, always thoughtful and sweet. 

"Here ya go Kerry. Would you give this other one to Kyle?"

I giggled nervously. I really wasn't wanting to see him again so soon after our "encounter". I grinned at her and took off with my sandwich to the living room where I plopped down on the leather sofa and reached for the remote. I heard her sigh impatiently and watched as she carried Kyle's sandwich to him. I turned on the TV and found that Ren and Stimpy were on. I munched on the sandwich and thought about how many calories I was consuming. I pulled my knees up and put down the empty plate, totally absorbed in the show. When it was over I got up and stretched my hands over my head. My dad walked through the front door then and set his briefcase by the phone desk. 

"Daddy!" I ran over to him and he caught me in a hug. I knew it was silly, but I'd been doing that since I was little and he liked it. He grinned down at me and kissed me quickly on the lips. 

"How was your day Kerry? How was practice?"

I filled him in on the days adventures (well, not all of them) and he seemed pleased. He then told me he had to go to the bathroom and I watched his back as he climbed the stairs. He was like an older version of Kyle, tall, strong, blonde, and cute. They both had lady killer smiles and sparkling blue eyes. For just a moment, I tried to picture my dad naked. Would he look like Kyle, lean muscles lightly defined, slightly tanned with a normal sized cock? I couldn't help but think he would be a lot like that, only bigger. I tried to remember what his cock looked like, but couldn't. I hadn't seen it in many years, not since I was three and he took baths with me. I heard running water upstairs and knew my dad was stepping in the shower. The idea was there, the mischevious little curios part of me that always got me into trouble. What if I snuck up there and "happened" to walk in and get a little peek? Would that be so wrong? 

I smiled to myself and climbed the stairs slowly, quietly. It wasn't like anyone would hear me, but I felt like I was about to commit a crime. I slowly walked across the upstairs living room and down the hall. I stood in front of the bathroom door breathing heavily. I reached for the knob and as slowly as I possibly could turned it. I peeked a bit in and looked into the mirror, catching the reflection of him in the shower, his head tilted back, water running down his hard body. I almost gasped as I let my eyes take him in, his cock was erect and he was slowly stroking it. Instantly my pussy was flooded. I couldn't believe I was watching my dad masturbate but I couldn't tear myself away, it was getting me so hot. He was stroking his hard cock slowly, letting his fingers gently rub the underside of the head. He then gripped the slippery cock tightly and lowered it all the way down the shaft and then back up. He suddenly seemed to find a pace and his hand slid up and down quicker. My pulse raced and my knees were trembling. Suddenly his hand opened and he was stroking his cock with his thumb and forefinger only as rapidly as he could. I saw his body go rigid and then...a fountain of cum erupted from the bulbous tip, shooting several inches across the shower. I gasped then, I couldn't help it. It was by far the most male thing I had ever seen. When I gasped he looked up quickly and caught sight of half of my face through the reflection of the mirror at the door. I shut it quickly and ran downstairs to my room, shutting the door behind me. Oh no....this was not supposed to happen!

My heart was racing, and my pussy was throbbing. I knew that any minute he was going to come down to talk to me and I didn't know what to do. I sat on the edge of my bed, biting my lower lip. I heard a soft knock at the door, much sooner than I expected. "Come in." I said quietly.

My father walked in, a towel around his waist with a blank expression. He softly closed the door behind him. He stood there and all of the sudden I saw that he was looking ashamed. It really surprised me. I was the one who should be ashamed. "Kerry," he began tentatively, "I'm sorry that you saw that. I was stupid...I should have locked the door. I didn't mean for that to happen." He stood there, staring at me with an apologetic gaze. 

I felt terrible. This wasn't his fault, it was mine. 

"Dad. Don't be sorry, I was the one who opened the door without knocking. I'm sorry." 

"Kerry, there's nothing for you to be sorry about. God! I bet that was the grossest thing you could ever imagine. I always thought one of you kids would walk in on me and your mother, but no, this is even worse. I feel like shit."

My heart cried out. I didn't want to admit that I had been watching him the whole time, but I felt I had to make him understand that it wasn't gross. "Dad, look, it's ok. I mean, we all masturbate in the shower, right? It's not a big deal and I'm not going to be traumatized for life or anything. I mean..." I trailed off, and was shocked that I wanted to tell him how hot it was, how hot it had made me feel, how I wanted to see it again, up close. With extreme effort I pushed the thought from my mind. "Look, you told us that it was normal to touch ourselves, and to not feel bad about it because it was natural. If it's natural for us, it's natural for you too."

My dad slowly smiled. "I guess so. Still, it's not something that I do a lot or anything, I've just been really stressed out at work. You know how stressful my job can be, dealing with all those insurance clowns day in and day out. God. And your mom is never home anymore, working at the store. It gets lonely too."

I nodded, not knowing what to say. I didn't know that he felt lonely. He was this big strong man, I couldn't imagine him feeling that way. I pulled my knees up and his eyes were suddenly rounder than usual. I glanced down and realized my robe had fallen open, that my dripping wet pussy was parted and open in front of him. With a start, I realized he was looking at it, and not moving his eyes away. I pretended not to notice it and continued talking to him normally, but watching him closely. He responded to my questions with a monotonous tone, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and I let my eyes wander down towards the towel, and his crotch. I wandered if I could make him hard. 

"Tennis practice was so rough. My muscles are so sore, would you rub them?" 

His head snapped up and he looked flustered. "Sure, what hurts?"

"Well, my quads, my hamstrings, and my glutes mostly." 

I leaned back into my bed, not bothering to cover my naked pussy. He came close and I could smell the clean scent of him. His hands began to massage my quads slowly, expertly. He found my knotted muscles and I began moaning as he worked them. 

"Will you get my inner thighs too? They're killing me." 

He paused, but only a moment and his hands found my firm inner thighs. His hands started out by my knees but slowly worked their way up. His hands were trembling and his breath was a bit raspy. I let my legs part completely and with my movement, the tips of his fingertips brushed the outer lips of my pussy. I caught my breath, startled at how electrifying his touch was. He began to move his hands away and I startled myself. 

"No, that was perfect."

He seemed frozen, unable to reply. "Kerry, baby, do you understand what you're saying?" 

"Yes." I said, tremors of excitement escaping into my response.

His fingers moved slowly touching my pussy softly. He slid his fingers up and down my engorged lips and I moaned and shuddered under his touch. I lifted my hips and reached down between my legs, covering his hand with mine. I parted my pussy lips and invited his fingers inside. He rubbed my clit tenderly and I slid his hand down to my opening. He let the tips of his fingers enter me and finding no refusal, let them sink inside. His fingers were different from Kyle's, much larger, thicker. They moved slowly inside of me, exploring every inch of my cunt. He rubbed his fingertips against the walls of my pussy and I moaned in delight. The fire he had started in me was an inferno now and I was growing impatient, bucking my hips, trying to get him to slam his fingers into me. He didn't let that get to him, his exploration was slow and it seemed he was savoring it. He then found my g-spot and pressed against it, a little rougher than before. He rubbed it and pressed it insistently and I gasped. My muscles were clenched and my pussy was on fire. With his other hand he began furiously rubbing my clit and just the pressure on my g-spot and rubbing my clit, I came. Every sense was gone, I was in a whirl of stars, pleasure rocketing through my veins, my pussy walls trembling and screaming in delight and moans turned to near screams as I climaxed. I felt a hand cover my mouth and I looked up into my dad's anxious face. I suddenly realized he was afraid of someone hearing me. 

I sat up and nodded, and he looked relieved. His face was close to mine, his breath ragged. His eyes seemed glazed over. I tilted my head up to him and pressed my lips against his. He moaned into my mouth and opened his, inviting my tongue inside. I kissed him wildly, hotly, because no one had ever made me feel that way before. Even as I kissed him, my pussy was clenching tightly, the imprinted memory of his fingers still there. His hands, smelling of me, opened the top of my robe and found my breasts. He cupped them, squeezed them and explored them with his hands. He pinched my nipples and formed them into swollen peaks. He broke the contact with my lips and bent his head forward, opening his mouth and sucking on my nipples. My body again seemed to be on fire. He sucked them for a long time, first one and then the other, as though trying to drink breast milk that wasn't there. His hands meanwhile lovingly stroked my stomach and legs and I reached out with my hand, searching for his cock. I found it, rock hard, and at my touch it seemed to get stiffer. I pushed my hand up and down his shaft, the way I had seen him do it in the shower. He pulled his head from my chest and sat up, watching me as I stroked his cock. A rugged man was before me, not my father anymore, but everything male in the world. He was strong, he was power and I was his. My very existence had come of this cock that my hand was wrapped around. I knew it and he knew it. I wanted only to please this man-God and I bent my head forward, my lips aching to wrap themselves around his engorged penis. 

My lips found his cock hot and pulsing, and I opened my mouth, stretching my lips as far as I could to allow the monstrosity into my mouth. I bent my head forward even further, taking him as far as I could. I wanted to swallow this cock and keep it tucked away inside of me forever. I slurped and sucked his cock, bobbing my head forward and back and with my now free hands I cupped his balls reverentially. I silently worshipped his penis and his balls as I molded my hands around them and squeezed them softly, feeling the shifting skin beneath my fingertips. I heard him moan, in a primal, animalistic way and felt his body go rigid. I bent my head forward and back as fast as I could and then felt him erupt inside of me. My mouth was instantly flooded with his cum. I could feel his sperm swimming around my mouth looking for an egg to impregnate. I gagged as my throat was filled and I swallowed quickly. He pulled his glorious manhood from my mouth and away from my hands. I licked the outside of my lips and savored the flavor of his maleness. I laid down onto my bed, my naked body still exposed to him. He stood up and reached out for his towel. He squeezed his cock a little and pressed it against the cloth, cleaning himself. He then wrapped the towel around his hips. 

"God Kerry. I don't understand what happened, but...it was amazing. Was it, ok for you? I didn't hurt you or anything did I?"

His tenderness was admirable. I smiled at him. "I didn't expect this to happen either, but I really liked it. I guess I should say that none of this was your fault though. I didn't exactly plan this...but I did start the whole thing when I watched you in the shower."

"You were watching me? On purpose? Why?" he looked extremely confused. 

"I just was curious as to what you looked like naked, that's all." I admitted. I didn't want to tell him about Kyle, even though he and I had crossed much of the same boundaries earlier that day.

"I think I understand." My dad smiled. "Well, um...if it's not too much trouble, I don't think we should tell anyone about this. I mean...it isn't exactly acceptable for a dad and his daughter to do this sort of thing."

"Don't worry." I said lightly. "It's our secret."

My dad nodded and walked out of my room, but not before I noticed that the door was cracked open. I knew he had shut it behind him when he had come in. Oh God, I thought. Who saw us?



A Sticky Situation Ch. 03



Sunlight filtered in through a crack in my drapes and caused me to wake up before my alarm went off. Groaning I reached for the clock and discovered it was 6:30am. Ewww...I thought to myself. I rolled out of my four poster bed and stood in the middle of my disheveled room. I began stretching out my muscles, reaching my arms over my head, rolling my neck and shoulders and leaning down, stretching out my hamstrings. After my morning ritual was complete I went into my small bathroom and took out my toothbrush. My mouth tasted kind of funky and I brushed my teeth and tongue for what seemed like an hour, in all actuality about five minutes. I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror, pleased with what I saw. My hair had begun to get lighter from all of the time I was spending in the sun, and my skin had a nice healthy glow. My arms were a lot more toned and I was starting to be able to see my ab muscles. Hard work really does pay off, I thought to myself.

I left the bathroom and stripped off my pink tank and pink and white striped panties and didn't bother putting them in the hamper. I began digging through my drawers, looking for an outfit. Today was Saturday and I planned on going to my Uncle's pool with my sister. I found one of my cutest bathing suits; a white bikini top with a silver "C" clasp, and black and white boy shorts. I piled my light brown hair onto the top of my head and tied it in a loose bun. I put my sunglasses on the top of my head and slipped into a pair of nine west sandals. I left my room in search of breakfast. 

What I found, was my father, sitting at the dining room table, munching on toast and drinking black coffee. It had been a week since we'd really talked, a week since I'd had his cock in my mouth. I'd stopped jumping on him as soon as he came home and he seemed to want to spend a lot of time on the computer. Everything felt so wrong now, and I almost regretted what had happened. At least at night, when I was alone, I could think about him and Kyle and rub my pussy until I came. I'd never had such intense orgasms since the day I'd dabbled in what was considered taboo. Kyle had been away all week at basketball camp and I missed him. I kept wondering what he was doing there, if he had told any of his friends about what had happened between us. My thought process came to an abrupt halt as my father got up from the table and without a word walked into his office. I looked down at my feet sadly. His half drunk coffee was on the table and I walked over to it and smelled the earthy aroma of it. I sipped the coffee gingerly as it was still very hot, but couldn't resist running my tongue around the inner ring, trying to taste my father's lips. A familiar tingle ran up my stomach, originating between my legs and I sighed. I wondered if it was all worth it. 

I set his cup down and walked into the kitchen, retrieving my favorite asian looking bowl and pulled out some Fruit Loops. I poured the cereal and then dug around in the refrigerator until I found my soy milk. I poured the milk over the cereal and found a spoon. I ate quickly and some milk splashed down onto my swimsuit. "Damn." I muttered to myself. 

"What happened now?" my twin sister asked, giving me a critical look as she walked into the kitchen. "What did you do?"

"I spilled milk on my suit." I retorted.

"You mean, on my suit." She corrected.

"Oh yeah...sorry." I muttered. I'd forgotten that I hadn't given it back to her after the bonfire. 

"I mean, really Kerry, you always borrow my shit and you either forget to give it back or you spill stuff on it!"

"Whatever, it's not like you don't borrow my stuff. I'm just going to wear it today, all right?"

"Um...let me think about that...how about no? I don't have another suit and you have like three. So give me mine back."

"Fine!" I yelled at her, and unhooked the "c" clasp. I pulled the top off and scooted out of the boy shorts and flung them at her. She caught them deftly but not before giving my body a once over. I suddenly realized I was butt naked in the middle of my kitchen. I felt a little stupid as it dawned on me. 

"Nice tits!" Emma said as she started to giggle. I vainly tried to cover my breasts and turned my back to her, my face more than a little red. 

"Oh whatever Kerry. It's not like I haven't seen them before." Emma taunted. "Although they haven't really grown as fast as mine." 

I swore inside my head. It really pissed me off that her breasts were so full and round, and mine were well, b-cups. Everyone always stared at her chest when we were out in public, although, I knew that my ass was better. I played sports, Emma didn't. I turned around reluctantly and tried to walk by her and as I scooted by she reached out and pinched one of my nipples. 

"Owww!" I shrieked and rubbed the sore nipple softly. "How would you like it if I did that to you?" Before she could respond I reached out and grabbed both of her nipples in my fingers and pinched them hard. She howled and twisted away, her hands protecting her breasts. 

"You bitch!" she said, her face red. "I'll get you back for this Kerry." 

"Yeah whatever Em." I said and walked away. I skipped down the hall and peeked into my dad's office. His back was to me but I could see the monitor. He was looking at pictures of me from last summer. He reached out and gingerly touched the screen, right where my breasts were. His finger ran down toward my crotch and then he lifted his finger as though it burned. I was more than a little shocked and backed away from the door. I continued down the hall to my room and shut and locked the door behind me. Suddenly I was engulfed with memories of his mouth pressed against mine, hot and searching, his fingers deftly parting my pussy lips, his eager but gentle exploration of my cunt. I was wet with desire and crossed the room toward my bed. I pulled out the dildo I kept in the nightstand drawer and inserted it into my sopping wet pussy. I pushed and pulled on the lifeless thing and tried to make it fuck me the way his fingers had, the way Kyle's cock had. It seemed useless but I continued trying. Suddenly the doorknob jiggled and Emma was banging on the door. 

"Open the door Kerry. Why do you have it locked anyway?" 

I pulled the dildo from my still aching pussy and dropped it on the floor. I crossed the room and pulled open the door to see Emma standing with her hands on her hips, dressed to go to Uncle Bart's house. 

"Why are you still naked?" she asked incredulously, and walked into my room, looking around. 

"No reason." I mumbled and walked toward my dresser, pulling out another swimsuit. I put it on and noticed with a wince that it was a little tight. I turned around and saw Emma holding my wet dildo in her hand. She smiled at me mischeviously. 

"Where'd you get this Ker?" she asked softly.

I knotted my hands together nervously. She looked at it and ran her fingers over it. When she pulled her fingers away a sticky wet strand linked her finger to the dildo. "Wow. so that's why your door was locked." 

I nodded nervously. Suddenly she let out a laugh. "God, I've always wanted to try one of these things. Does it feel like the real thing?" I didn't know how to respond so I stood there mutely, watching her inspecting it. "Do you prop it up and straddle it or what?" she asked, looking at me. 

"Um, well I just sort of lay on my back and push it in and out between my legs. It feels ok. Not like the real thing, but enough to make you cum. You want to try it?" I had no idea what made me ask that. I wanted to punch myself in the face as soon as the words were out. I couldn't take those words back, even if I wanted to. 

"Sure." 

Her response floored me. 

"Lock the door Ker." 

I walked over and turned the lock until I heard it click. "Do you want some privacy?" I asked tentatively, hoping that she didn't. For some reason I really wanted to watch her. It would kind of be like watching myself. She was my twin, after all. 

"I don't mind if you want to watch." She said a little huskily. I nodded and sat on my chair, as far away from her as I could be while still having a nice view. "But you have to do it too. It's no fair for you to see me and I can't see you." I nodded my consent and slowly stripped out of the tight swimsuit. 

"Ok, so I guess I have to take this off first." She was talking to herself and not to me so I didn't respond. She undid the clasp on her suit and I gasped as her full tits fell out from the bikini top. They were round and full and perfect, with small aereolas, and cute pink nipples. I let my eyes drink her in and slowly pulled my gaze away, running down her smooth white stomach and gently curving hips. She shimmied out of the boy shorts and my gaze rested on her pussy hair, dark and wet, glistening.

She laid down into the bed, her pussy open, facing me. She held the dildo in her hand and placed the tip against her wet cunt. Without waiting she slid it inside of her, deep until the fake rubber balls were against her inner thighs. She let it sit there inside of her and she let out a little whimper. She looked at me with passion in her eyes and keeping her eyes focused on me, she slid the cock in and out slowly. I dropped my gaze and watched it traveling in and out of her, so slow, so smoothly. I noticed the gathering white wetness, slick on the rubbery surface. My pussy was throbbing wildly and I let my hand slide between my legs, cupping my moist mound. I let a finger slip into the sweet wetness and rubbed my clit, which had grown taut and full with desire. I looked up and saw that Emma was intently looking at my hand, and fucking herself a little faster. My eyes were glued to her cunt as the fake cock worked itself in her pussy. I let my finger slip down and lifted my leg so that I could finger myself. I didn't bother taking it slow, I wanted and needed to cum. I finger fucked myself hard and fast and the slurping slapping sound of my pussy filled the space between us. 

"Oh yeah Kerry, work your pussy for me." My sister said as she panted. "Fuck that cunt."

Her language was totally unexpected and it really turned me on. I moved my fingers faster and she moved the dildo faster so that we were both working our pussies as hard and fast as we could. I started moaning and she did too so that the sounds of fucking and pleasure filled the room. The heat was steadily building in me although I couldn't quite get there. I couldn't fuck myself fast enough. I looked at the dildo with longing, wishing I could have it stuffed up inside of me. I knew with it inside of me I could fuck it and get myself off. I watched jealously as my sister fucked herself, her hips rising and falling as the shaft pounded her. With an animal-like cry she came then, bucking fiercely up and down on my bed, shoving the dildo inside of her with reckless abandon. 

I crossed the room then and took the dildo out of her quivering pussy. I laid down next to her and shoved the hot wet rubber inside of myself. I started fucking it, shoving it in hard and pulling it out quick. My sister turned and watched me with passion filled eyes. She reached over and started rubbing my left breast. I lifted my chest to her touch and she boldly grabbed both of my tits and began kneading them with her palms. She rubbed my nipples until they were hard and sensitive under her touch. I closed my eyes, and tried to focus on my cunt, but my arm didn't seem to be working right. I felt like crying, like giving up, like I wouldn't get there, and as soon as that despair hit and I slowed down, I felt my hand being pulled away from the dildo. I gasped as my sister took the dildo and began fucking me with it, as fast as she possibly could. I cried and screamed her name and that spurred her on. She was fucking me hard, without mercy. Suddenly my body tensed and my pussy shook and I came, in waves, the pleasure rolling through me, hot and intense to the core. She pulled the cock from me in the midst of my triumph and replaced it with her tongue. 

Her wet mouth on my pussy caused the intensity to grow and I cried out as she wiggled her tongue in my sex, lapping at my pussy juices like a kitten. I shoved my pussy into her face and she took it all, wrapping her arms around my hips, her hands cupping my ass. She licked and sucked my clit and let her tongue run up and down my slit. I moaned and groaned and she brought me to the edge over and over. After what seemed an eternity of the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt she moved away and laid next to me, her hand trembling, resting on my stomach. 

"Wow." she said softly. "I've always wanted to do that."

I looked over at her. "Really? Like with me? Or just in general?" 

"Just in general. I mean, no offense. I just don't get turned on by guys the way that you do. You know I've been out on a lot of dates, and well, they never really work out. I let one of the guys fuck me, just because I needed to know...and it wasn't that great." 

"Wow Emma. I don't know what to say. I've experimented a little with girls, you know in slumber parties or whatever, and it's cool, but it's not the same for me. I really like guys."

Emma looked at me a little sadly. "I know you do. I'm happy for you, at least one of us is normal."

"It's not about being normal Em. A lot of people are gay. It's not that big of a deal."

"It is when you're in high school and you're attracted to someone and you have no idea if they're attracted to you or to guys or what. I can't just go up to Melissa and be like 'hey baby. Let's go on a date.'. You have it easy Kerry."

I rubbed my hand against my face. I didn't know what to say. I knew that girls sort of turned me on, but not the way that Emma was describing. I'd never had a crush on a girl before. I thought back to what had just happened and realized that while it was really hot and had felt really good, the same thing could have happened with a guy and it would have been just as good. 

"Well anyway..." she stood up and put her bathing suit back on. I looked at her and knew that what had happened between us was a one time thing. Unlike Kyle, who was sure to try to get into my pants as soon as he came back from camp. But with my dad...who knew what was going to happen there. He obviously was really turned on by what had happened, to see him looking at pictures of me like that...but he was acting so distant. I knew I needed to talk to him and get this out in the open. 

"Do you still want to go to Uncle Bart's?" I asked Em.

"Not really. Maybe we can go next weekend?"

Not wanting to make the situation worse I agreed. She walked out and closed the door behind her. I stood up and retrieved a sundress from my closet. I looked down on the floor for the panties I had worn the previous night and couldn't find them. That is so weird I thought to myself. I pulled out a fresh pair of lilac lace panties, they were my "date" panties but I was running out of clean options. I slid them up my smooth legs, loving the material as it hugged my curves perfectly. The edges were silk and the lace design was intricate and see through. At least I would get a nice breeze, I thought happily to myself. It still bugged me about my other panties though. Oh well...I thought. I was always losing my clothes. I took one last look in the mirror, and tucked a stray stand of my hair behind my ear. Satisfied I walked out of my room in search of my dad. 



A Sticky Situation Ch. 04



I walked down the hall towards my dad's office but he wasn't in there. I heard the lawn mower outside and leaned out the kitchen window. Sure enough he was mowing the lawn. I hated the noise of those things but I loved the scent of fresh grass. I watched him push the mower around, his muscles taut against his white polo shirt. Sweat was beginning to collect on the material and I leaned away from the window. I decided to get him something to drink and dug around the fridge for the pitcher of lemonade I knew was at the back. I poured him a large glass and walked outside holding it out to him. I waved at him as he turned the mower off. He walked up to me and took the glass, gulping it down. 

"Thanks Ker. It's so freaking hot out here. I swear, if I'd known the summer would be this bad, I'd have flown up to our cabin."

"Yeah I know. I really miss the cabin. Why haven't we gone up there?"

"Your mom can't get any time off. Your brother is always involved in some sports camp or skateboarding tournament or something and your sister never wants to go. I think we're the only nature lovers around these parts."

It felt so good to be talking to him again, seeing him smiling down at me. It was like nothing had ever happened between us. 

"Anyway, I need to finish mowing the lawn and then I have to pull the weeds out of the flower bed. Aren't you going to Bart's today?"

"No, Emma doesn't feel like going and I don't really want to go alone."

"Tell you what. You help me pull the weeds and I'll go with you. I could really use a swim. Deal?" He held out his hand. It was his way of offering a peace treaty. I shook his hand and began walking towards the flower bed.

"Sweetie you'll need to put on some gloves. Let's go in the garage and I'll find you a pair."

I followed my dad up to the garage and stepped out of the bright sunshine. He rummaged through the tool chest, at last producing a pair of very sorry looking gloves. He reached out for my hand and I let him push the glove on. He took my other hand and struggled to get the glove to fit.

"Damn thing." He muttered and yanked my arm forward. I slammed against him and for a moment we both just stopped. My chest was against his belly and I could feel electricity wrapping around us. His heart was beating fast, or maybe that was mine, I couldn't really tell. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a hint of desire swimming in his eyes. He pulled away suddenly and walked back outside. I stayed in the garage a minute and pulled the glove on. I walked out to the flower bed and began pulling weeds. He started up the lawn mower and finished the job a lot sooner than I'd finished pulling those little buggers out of the sun baked soil. 

Suddenly he was next to me, helping me yank out the last of them. When we'd both finished it was noon. The sun bore down on us relentlessly. We both stood up and went inside. He went to change into his suit and me into mine. I reaffixed the tight swimsuit I'd had on earlier and rushed out just as I heard him honking the horn. I climbed into the pickup and put on my seat belt, rolling down the window at the same time. I reached out and turned on the radio as he backed out of the driveway. 

It was a thirty minute drive to Bart's and it was really hot. My dad's truck didn't have air conditioning and we just suffered through it. 

"I need to get some gas so I'm going to pull over, you want a drink from inside?"

I nodded and he turned the wheel in towards the Shell station. He began pumping the gas and then left it going as he went inside. He came out a few minutes later and tossed me a bottle of water. I unscrewed the cap and drank a little, and because my skin was sticking to the leather seat of the car I splashed a little water on myself to cool off. He finished pumping gas and slid into the truck, pulling on his seatbelt. He looked over at me and his eyes lingered on my damp skin. I just sat there, pretending not to notice his inspection. He turned the keys then and I felt a little disappointed. Maybe I had imagined the whole thing. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he drove and more than once caught him looking back at me. 

I breathed a sigh of relief as we drove up to Bart's driveway. It was so hot and I was looking forward to going swimming. We went around to the back of the house and just walked in. We came over all the time and he was rarely home. To our surprise, Bart was in the pool, swimming laps, totally naked. I laughed aloud and so did my dad. Bart looked up surprised. He swam over to his trunks, sitting next to the diving board. He pulled them on and then got out of the pool, greeting us with wet hugs.

"Thought you guys decided not to come over."

"We changed our minds." My dad replied.

"Great, the more the merrier."

I decided I'd waited long enough. The water was crystal clear and calling my name. I chucked my sandals, pulled the rubber band from my hair and dove in. The icy sting of the water took my breath away. I pushed up to the surface and what was a hot wind the moment before was now cool and refreshing. Uncle Bart dove in after me and succeeded in splashing me with his haphazard dive. 

"You jerk!" I called out laughing as I splashed him when he resurfaced. 

"Yeah, you think you're so tough, watch this!" and with those words of warning a tidal wave of water rolled over my head. We shot back at one another for five minutes and when I looked up I didn't see my dad. 

"Where'd he go?" I asked Bart.

"Oh, he said he needed to use the bathroom and then he was going to call and order a pizza."

"Oh ok." I bit my lower lip. 

"What is it Kerry? Something wrong?"

"No...not really. I guess he and I haven't been really close lately."

"Oh get out of here. You know you're his favorite. Every time I talk to him he's always talking about how great you are, how proud he is of you. How you take after him with the whole tennis thing. He cares about you a lot Kerry and I don't blame him. Shoot if I had a daughter like you..." he trailed off then looking a little embarrassed. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Oh nothing. Just I would spend a lot of time with you. I mean...what's not to love...you're beautiful, intelligent, athletic, and you're turning into one hell of a woman. You have a bright future ahead of you."

"Thanks Uncle Bart..." I swam up to him and caught him in a hug. He reached down under me and lifted me so that I was lying in his arms. 

"Shoot girl. You've gotten awfully heavy."

"Shut up!" I retorted, sticking out my tongue at him. 

"You better take that back..." he said in a warning voice. 

"Or what?" I taunted 

"Or this!" he yelled and dunked me under the water, pushing me down as far as he could. I jerked my hands wildly and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was pushing against him and couldn't get up. I freaked out, remembering a time when I'd almost drowned at the beach when I was younger. I breathed in without wanting to and water filled my lungs. Suddenly strong arms hauled me up out of the water. I coughed and sputtered and water came out of my mouth. I felt lips pressed against mine, blowing air into my lungs. I coughed over and over and tears stung my eyes. 

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry....God I'm such an idiot! I should have remembered what happened to you..." Uncle Bart stammered.

"It's ok..." 

"No...it isn't." He looked down at me with complete and utter tenderness and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. His lips were cold and tasted of chlorine. Suddenly I felt his tongue gently licking my lips and instinctively I parted them. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me upwards, deepening the kiss. 

"What the hell are you doing Bart?" my dad growled as he walked out of the house. 

Bart pulled away and began the explanation of how he'd dunked me and was giving me mouth to mouth. 

"That's not how you give mouth to mouth." My father said coldly. 

I looked up at him and saw fury in his eyes. I'd never seen my dad look so totally angry. 

"Chill out bro...it's no big deal."

"Kerry, get out. We're going home."

"No, come on Brad. You guys just got here. Look, I'll get out. I'm pruning up anyway. I'm meeting Katrina for lunch. Stay as long as you want...seriously."

"Ok Uncle Bart." I chimed in before my father could refuse. He looked at me sternly but didn't say anything. Bart climbed out of the pool and walked dripping wet into the house. My father sat at the edge of the pool and let his feet down into the water. It was an awkward moment and I didn't know what to do or say, so I pinched my nose closed and dove under the water. I swam until I needed air and then resurfaced. My dad had gotten all of the way in the pool and was lifting water with his hands and letting it pour over his face. God, he was handsome. I couldn't believe I'd never really noticed that before.

"Kerry..." my dad began, "what happened with Bart? Tell me the truth."

"Nothing....he dunked me under the water and I freaked out and he pulled me up again and water was in my lungs and he was just trying to get me to breathe."

"Kerry. I saw you. That wasn't mouth to mouth. You were kissing him. My own brother God damn it! Is this how I raised you? To be a whore? To be a dirty slut who seduces her father and then her Uncle? Say it! Tell me I'm right. Go ahead."

I looked at him mutely, tears filling my eyes. It wasn't like that, I pleaded with my mind, but I couldn't get my mouth to work. 

"Go on!" my father roared. "GO AHEAD AND ADMIT WHAT A WHORE YOU ARE!"

"I'm not a whore!" I shouted back at him with tears streaming down my face. "I didn't mean for anything to happen with you and I didn't mean for anything to happen with Kyle or with Bart!"

Time seemed to stop as I realized what I had just admitted. 

"What?" my father whispered dangerously. "What happened with Kyle?"

"I...um, I didn't mean, it just sort of happened, and it was that day you know, when we..." I couldn't seem to complete a sentence.

"Kerry...your brother? Your own brother? What did you do? Who else have you been screwing with?"

"No one!" I shouted back at him, but then realized I was lying. My father could always tell when I was lying. 

"You're lying to me Kerry Lynn. Who else? TELL ME THE TRUTH."

I just couldn't take it anymore. I relived every moment of the past week, and told him everything, how Kyle had fucked me, how I'd sucked him, how Emma and I had experimented. I finished with the brief interlude I'd had with Bart. Then I hung my head. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to die.

My dad swam over to me as I was shaking and held me close. I sobbed from a deep dark place in my heart. He brushed my tears away and looked into my eyes. "Kerry. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Please...baby I'll do anything to get you to stop crying...please baby girl." He rocked me back and forth holding me as close to him as possible. "Shhhh...it's ok" he said soothingly. The man that had before been so angry was calm and loving. He tilted my chin up and kissed my nose. He kissed the corners of my eyes and gently with his tongue licked the tears away. He left little kisses all over my cheeks and jaw and suddenly his lips were on mine. He kissed me softly, gently and slowly the sobs stopped. I tentatively kissed him back, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me close and kissed me there for what seemed an eternity. His hands cupped my cheeks and occasionally pushed my wet hair away. He pulled back then and I whimpered. 

"Sweetheart...why are you doing this to me..."

I looked at him, a question on my lips. 

"You're so...beautiful. You're so...perfect. Everything about you...is soft and passionate. You're a girl in a woman's body but even your mind is so mature. You are a lot like your mother...but even more attractive...Kerry I love you, and not just in a father loving his children way. I've watched you grow and change and for so long I've thought about you. Even Emma can't hold a candle to you and you're twins. I know the boys all like her...but I see the real you. I have to admit something Kerry...and I don't want you to hate me for this...but when you saw me in the shower...I was thinking about you. I was picturing how you'd taste, how you'd feel, and I had to think that way because you're the only thing that turns me on anymore. The world is such an ugly place...and you seem to be the antidote for so much of that." 

He stopped then and gazed at me with a fire and intensity I'd never seen before from anyone. I couldn't think of anything to say and so I reached up and pulled him towards me. My mouth crushed against his. A flame erupted from within me which broke down any and all barriers I'd ever known. I loved this man, I wanted him, I needed him. I ravaged him with my tongue and raised my hips, bucking against his crotch. He groaned into my mouth and crushed me to him, smashing my breasts against him painfully. I gasped and he released me then, drinking me in with his eyes. His hands moved up to cup my breasts and he knelt his head kissing my hardened nipples through the spandex material. I reached up then and unclasped the front, letting my breasts fall out from beneath the tight material. He licked at my nipples hungrily and smashed my tits together with his hands. I ran my hands up and down the muscles of his back and then sighed with pleasure as I felt his stiff cock pressed up against me. I'd been thinking of his cock all week, not only about how it tasted in my mouth, but how it would feel shoved inside of my pussy. 

As if sensing my thoughts I felt his fingers slide into the sides of my bathing suit and tug them down. I straightened and then bent my knees so he could pull them off. He lifted me onto the side of the pool then, and pushed my knees apart. He lowered his head and with an animalistic cry buried his tongue in my sex. He was rough, licking hard, his tongue demanding my juices. He ravaged my clit, nipping at it with his teeth and sucking it hard, like a little cock. He nibbled on my labia and swished his tongue side to side, parting me completely. He shoved his tongue into the opening in my pussy and I bit my lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. His nose was pressed up against my clit and as he fucked me with his tongue I felt the raging fire in me turn into an inferno. I was a volcano, ready to explode at any minute. He stopped then, just as I felt the climax begin. 

I looked at him and he was rising out of the water. He pushed me down onto the concrete and pulled off his shorts. He stood there, hard and magnificent, water running down his body, droplets hanging from his manhood. He knelt then and with trembling fingers opened my cunt. He lay on top of me, panting and I felt his cockhead against my soaked pussy. He rubbed the tip of it there and moaned as pleasure seemed to fill him. I wanted his cock inside of me and I rolled my hips upward, pushing his cock into my soft flesh. He looked skyward in that moment. 

"Forgive me Lord." He said and then he shoved his cock deep inside of me. The fullness of it was shocking and I nearly screamed. He began humping me then, fiercely, hard, slamming my body against the concrete. It hurt as he was fucking me but I didn't stop him. I was fascinated by the way he looked, his lips thin and tight, his jaw hard and his adam's apple pulsing. He looked down on me then and groaned loudly. Slapping sounds filled the small space between us and I didn't know if it was his hard unrelenting cock sliding so fast in my dripping cunt or his balls slapping against my ass. Whatever it was, it turned me on and suddenly I felt myself lose control. I flailed beneath him and dug my nails into his back, pulling myself against him and he lifted me then so that he was on his knees on the concrete, and I was on top of him, riding his cock. I bounced up and down as fast as my body could go and he grunted with the impact of his knees scraping the ground. I leaned back then so that my upper arms were supporting my weight and just my hips were rising and falling. My tits were bouncing with abandon, the natural flesh heaving with each thrust. He stared intently at my chest and then crying out I felt him come. His body shook with the force of his eruption and I felt load after load of hot cum washing the inside of my pussy. As the flood seemed to fill me I felt myself come and my body seemed to implode on the one sensation I was able to feel, my daddy's cock, buried inside me, streaming with his cum, pulsing there inside. My pussy shook and squeezed his cock then, causing him to gasp. The walls of my pussy vibrated with strength and as rapidly as a butterfly. I cried out loud and couldn't stop the moans calling from some deep primal place within me. 

We lay quivering there in that position and I looked up at him. He looked down at me sadly. He lifted me off of him then and dove into the water. I saw blood on the concrete where his knees had been. He swam a few laps and I just sat there naked. I looked up at the house and with dismay saw a curtain fall in one of the windows. Oh no...I thought. 



A Sticky Situation Ch. 05



School seemed entirely pointless these days. I sat in my chair in Spanish class squirming uncomfortably. I couldn't wait to get home. The past three weeks had been more than amazing with dad. He'd been working out with me, taking long runs with me at night, and we'd end up in the park alone, making love beneath the branches of a willow tree. With him on top of me, inside of me, the whole world seemed to stop. All I could see was his eyes and he only had eyes for me. 

Mom had been away on a business trip and I was glad of it, because when she was around I felt more than a little guilty. It was true that their marriage was simply for show, yet she was still my mother, no matter what else was going on. With her gone, it also gave me a few chances to slip into his bed at night, and climb on top of him when he was asleep and his cock was hard. I'd just shimmy down on top of him and ride him hard, waking him, and he'd look up at me in amazement as I took him with me as waves of pleasure rocketed through my veins. I loved making my daddy cum. I liked seeing the tiny rivulets of white shining on my skin afterwards, the musky manly smell of him woven with my young girl scent. He sometimes pretended that he didn't want me, that what we were doing was wrong, but I'd convinced him that things were better this way. 

My dad had started talking dirty to me when we'd be watching TV on the couch at night. He'd whisper "Is my little bitty girl all wet for her daddy?" and I'd smile up at him adoringly. Then he'd part my legs and run his finger up the inside of my thigh to my soaking wet crotch. He'd run lazy circles up and down my slit getting my panties sticky with my juices. It was times like these where it seemed that he was over feeling guilty for his actions. It had taken a little bit of convincing on my part to get him to see it my way. We were two people really, and the fact that we were father and daughter really didn't matter. 

After the first time he'd fucked me at Bart's house, my dad had clammed up again. This time I didn't let him have his solitude. I'd worn the most sexy and provocative outfits I owned and even borrowed a few from friends. I'd paraded around in front of him in the living room and would sit down on his lap, wiggling against his crotch until I'd get a slight moan or feel him grow hard beneath me. I had to do it when Kyle and Em were around so that he wouldn't rebuff me. After one night when I'd teased him mercilessly, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes when I felt him behind me. His hands gripped my hips painfully and pulled me back against his rock hard cock. "You think you can just do whatever you want and get away with it?" he'd whispered menacingly. Then he'd hiked up my shirt and molded my breasts with his hands while his cock seemed to be pushing my thighs apart. I'd eagerly spread my legs for him and with a gasp he filled me. He shoved my head forward practically into the sink as he took me, fucking me so hard I nearly cried. I was paying for what I'd done to him; I knew that I deserved it. Every thrust was more powerful than the last and just when I thought the assault was over, he turned me roughly, and picked me up, setting me on top of the counter. He'd pried my legs apart forcefully and slid his manhood into me once again. "Put your hands around daddy's neck." He'd ordered and I could do nothing but obey. He crushed me to him and fucked me there on the countertop. 

Tears clouded my vision but at the same time, a heat had begun to grow inside of me, a primal and deep heat that was causing my pussy to clench around his cock. "That's right, I can do this to you too." I came then, and sobbed as fire raced upward, filling me with a molten pleasure at my center. I felt him convulse with me and his hot liquid shot deep inside of me. We panted together, and leaned against one another for what seemed an eternity. Slowly he pulled himself away from me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Baby, you're driving me nuts. I can't control myself anymore. I tried so hard to not want you but then you do those things deliberately and I can't not react to it. Just remember Kerry...you're a big girl and you've made a choice to pursue this with me. I'm not going to be the only one responsible, you understand? This is your last chance, we can stop this here and now and go back to having a normal relationship...or we can have this. And I don't know if I'll be able to stop. It's up to you." 

I had made my decision. I couldn't go back to having a normal relationship with him, not after what we'd done. Thus, I'd had three weeks of wonderful sex with a man that I not only admired, but loved. The bell rang. I jumped up quickly and raced to my locker. I grabbed my books and was walking home when a car pulled up next to me. 

"Hey kiddo, need a ride?" Uncle Bart smiled down at me. 

"Sure." I said eagerly, thinking I'd get home quicker. 

I climbed in and we sped off, but after awhile I realized we weren't headed back to my house. I looked over at him and he smiled at me. He reached out and took my hand in his. 

"Where are we going?" I asked timidly. He didn't answer but kept on driving. We were out of the town now, on a country road that led to the mountains. 

"Uncle Bart?"

"Relax Kerry. We're going to go somewhere where we can have a little privacy."

A tiny knot of fear filled my stomach. I remembered what had happened at the pool, when he'd kissed me. All sorts of torrid and fearful thoughts entered my mind but when we took a left turn I finally relaxed. We were headed towards the family cabin. Surely this was a surprise, my dad had promised me a week ago that we'd go up there and have some time alone. Then suddenly Bart pulled off to the side of the road. The air was hot and still. No one was around. 

"Kerry we need to talk about what happened."

"Why? It was nothing, really."

"It was for me."

I could only stare at him. 

"Girl...you are so hot. With that tight little swimsuit I could see everything."

I looked out the window and he unbuckled his seatbelt. 

"Kerry...I saw what you and your daddy did."

I jerked in surprise and dismay.

"That's right,I saw you fuck your daddy. I've been thinking about that for a long time now. Every night Kerry, when I fuck your Aunt, I'm thinking about the two of you, but especially you."

"Shut up." 

"I will on one condition...see I bet that you and my dear brother have had a thing going for quite awhile now, am I right? Father's don't just fuck their daughter's like that unless things have been hot and heavy before. Tell me what you did Ker. Tell me everything in detail and I won't ever mention this again."

I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Well, you can tell me, or you can show me. Your choice."

I thought about it. I really liked keeping things a secret. All of the times with my dad were kind of sacred to me. At the same time, I'd never even considered Bart in a sexual way. I looked him over. He was a little taller than my dad, and a few years younger. The same golden hair, the same tanned skin and tight body. They really did look a lot alike. I felt my pussy pulse slightly. I realized I was incredibly horny. I didn't know if it was thinking about my dad or the possibility that Bart might touch me here in the middle of nowhere. What if I refused to do either? Would he lean over and pull me underneath him? Would he pull my legs apart and fuck me here in his truck? My pussy was drenched as these thoughts swept through me. It was wrong to be turned on by something that should have been so vile, and yet...I was. 

"What would I have to show you?" I stalled.

He looked taken aback by my question.

"You serious? I hadn't thought that you'd even consider..."

"Consider what?" I pushed.

"Touching me. Letting me touch you like Jake did."

"Well...I'm considering." 

"Wow" he whispered softly. "Kerry baby, you don't have to..."

"Maybe I want to." I was feeling incredibly reckless. I wondered what it would be like, they were brothers after all. They looked so much alike. I realized then I'd made my decision. I took off my seatbelt and faced him. I lifted my shirt over my head and undid my bra. My breasts fell out before his hungry eyes. He looked like a wolf, ready to pounce on its prey. I unbuckled my skirt and pulled the zipper down. I lifted my butt off the seat and slid out of the skirt, pulling my white cotton panties with it. He glanced down at them and I followed his eyes, to see the damp crotch, sticky with my cream. 

"Oh my God Kerry. You are so damn beautiful."

He seemed frozen, unable to do anything but drink me in with his eyes. I decided to help him. I reached for him and tugged his shirt over his head. I reached down to his pants and undid the belt buckle. 

"I can do it sweetheart." He said huskily and pulled them off. 

His cock was thick and hard, the veins almost seemed to pulse. He reached down to his cock and played with it, running his fingers up and down the shaft, letting his fist encircle it. He started jerking it, watching me, his lips parted, his eyes glazed over. I suddenly realized that he didn't intend to fuck me; he just wanted to see me naked. I was frustrated. After all this, he wants to jerk off? My fantasy about him fucking me roughly in the truck seemed to evaporate. I was a little pissed off. Who does he think he is?

I laid down then, parting my thighs, showing him my pussy. He gasped. I ran my finger up and down my wet slit, lingering on the button of my clit. With a grunt he pushed himself up and leaned over me. I felt his hard cock against my thigh. 

"You like what you see?" I taunted.

He looked down at me with a grim expression.

"Kerry... all I wanted was to hear about what you two did. I had to know. My imagination has been going crazy. I didn't plan on this exactly."

"Well what's the plan now?" I had succeeded on turning the table. 

"With you looking like this, with your little cunny practically in my face...You want it don't you? You want my cock inside you just like your daddy. You want to know if I'm any better, that it?"

I smiled sexily.

"All right Kerry. All right."

He rammed me then, his cock filling me to the hilt. 

"Yes baby...take my cock. Take it all."

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, he was humping me quickly, never letting his cock get too far out of my pussy. He opened his eyes then and leaned forward kissing me passionately. Our tongues entwined and his flesh was a heavy mass of muscle on my supple young body. He leaned back then and pulled my legs around his head. He reared up and plowed me. My pussy bounced off of the solidity of him. Slapping wet sounds filled the space between us. He grunted with each thrust. He was staring at my tits, bouncing with abandon. 

"You're such a little girl Kerry. You're so little. God yes..."

I cried out as he pummeled me, slamming into me so forcefully. He parted my legs then as far as they could go and lazily let his cock slide in and out of me so slowly. He watched our fucking like he'd never seen a cock inside of a pussy before. He then began to pick up pace, he leaned over me, an animal once more and fucked me until I couldn't think. My pussy was raw with the carnage he was causing. His cock was so much thicker than my dad's. 

"Such a little whore...my little baby Kerry. Call me daddy. Call me daddy."

What spurred me on was something so far beyond logic. Some animal took control of me then. 

"Daddy fuck me. Please fuck me harder. MMMmmm daddy your cock is so big. It's filling my little pussy up. Oh daddy I like it so much. Are you going to give me your white stuff daddy? Please....I'll be a good little girl for you."

He groaned loudly and I felt his sperm fill me to overflowing. Like a river it filled me completely and gushed out as he withdrew his cock. His cock was sticky and wet with both of our juices. I leaned up and then over, and took his cock into my mouth. I slurped up the results of our sex and found them satisfying. When I was done his cock was flaccid against my lips. 

"Holy shit Kerry. Holy shit. You do this with Jake all the time? When did it start? The lucky bastard."

I smiled. "You said I could tell you or I could show you. I just showed you. Take me home now."

He shook his head in disbelief. I reached down for my panties and pulled them back up around my hips along with my skirt. I put my bra back on and slid my shirt over my head. I looked over and Bart was once again dressed. 

"Do you think we can ever...do this again?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't think so." I murmured.

"Why not? You let your dad fuck you all the time."

"That's not true."

"The hell it isn't. Please fuck me harder daddy." He mocked.

"Even if it is, what business of it is yours?" I retorted. 

"Oh it's my business now. I have the goods on you. But I could be persuaded to forget all about it, you just have to show a little good faith now and then."

"Fuck you Bart."

"Yes please."

"If you think you can blackmail me, think again. You just fucked me. I have your cum in my pussy. If I went to the cops I could tell them you raped me. So shut up and forget about it."

He looked hurt. "Fine Kery. Have it your way. I'm sorry I got tangled up in this whole sick thing anyway. You're really a piece of work. I wasn't even going to touch you."

I suddenly felt sick. Why had I done it? I guess he just reminded me of my dad. But he wasn't my dad and he wasn't nearly as good. Even Kyle fucked me better than that. I hadn't even cum. Hmm...Kyle. He'd been home from basketball camp for two weeks but had been pretty busy. He got a job working after school and didn't usually get home until we'd all gone to bed. I thought that as soon as he got back he'd try to get into my pants. I knew what a little perv my brother was. I wondered why he hadn't tried anything. It was really weird. I knew that I'd been hanging out with my dad a lot...and then it dawned on me. I'd been hanging out with my dad. Kyle hadn't had any opportunity. Well...I was still horny. I hadn't cum even though I'd been fucked hard. Maybe Kyle could help me out...