0 comments/ 160985 views/ 61 favorites Another Freakin Visit By: ZIP CODE Hello. I haven't written anything in a while. I wrote this story in a single afternoon. Hope to write more soon. Also, if anyone has any "original" incest ideas that they'd like see in a story, and if you like my style, email me with it. I wanna try something different. Just a 1-2 sentence synopsis please. ********** Jennifer dragged her little sister up the stairs to their father's apartment. Lindsay reluctantly went along with her, hoping that the visit would be short. "Come on, Lindsay!" Jennifer said as she yanked on her sleeve. "He's not gonna care if we come over or not Jen. He's never cared. We'd never see him if we weren't the ones that initiated the visits." Lindsay replied. "It's your birthday. We only need to see him on special occasions. This is one of them." "Whatever. He doesn't even remember our birthdays." Jennifer said, "Stop being a baby." Lindsay whined, "Oh come on Jen! I'm eighteen-stinking-years old now. Don't I get a say in this?" "Nope. You're still in high school, and Mom says you have to see him sometimes." "But..." Lindsay pouted like a little kid, "...this sucks." "Get over it." "And what about you?" Lindsay asked. "You're in college and you still want to go and see him?" "I do it out of grown-up obligation. He is our Dad after all. He did give us life." "Obligation-slobligation...he doesn't even know what that word means." Lindsay pined. Jennifer flipped back her light brown hair and pushed up her glasses on her face. The two sisters reached the door and stood there, looking at it for a moment. Lindsay said, "I'll give you twenty dollars if we can leave right now." The younger of the two crossed her arms and cocked her head. Her black ponytail dangled off to the side. Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Okay, where's my twenty?" She held out her hand. Lindsay groaned and drooped her face, "I don't have twenty bucks." "Just look on the bright side Lindsay. We see him now, and we wont have to see him for another month." "Geez, I know! But it's just freakin' awkward around him. Sometimes we just sit there without saying anything." "Tough it out Lindsay." Jennifer stated and knocked on the door. Lindsay shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants. She tongued her cheek and looked annoyed. A muffled voice called from the other side of the door, "Just a minute!" The locks on the door clicked and the door swung open.Jennifer raised an eyebrow as she gazed upon her father. Lindsay raised both and gulped audibly. "Hey there little ladies." Bruce said with an unusual smile on his face. He stood there in the doorway wearing boxer shorts and no shirt. In his hand he held a bottle of Corona. His hand slipped off the door and he caught it again before it slammed shut. He was obviously drunk. It showed in his glazed eyes and his somewhat blank expression. He slurred, "Weren't yous come in please?" And he backed away and held the door open for them to enter. Jennifer looked carefully at her father's chest. It was toned and with a little bit of hair. She had to admit to herself, he was in pretty good shape for a forty-year-old man. Lindsay was hesitant to enter. She looked at the grinning man before them and smirked shyly. "Well comes ons then girls, I don't haves all day." Jennifer nodded and grimaced at her father, "Hello there, Bruce. You look...well." Jennifer walked past her father and into the apartment. Lindsay wanted to go now. She looked back over her shoulder towards the car. But she didn't have the keys. "Well? Are you coming in or not?" Bruce asked. Lindsay again rolled her eyes. "Fine." She walked past her father and headed for the couch. As she sat next to her sister, Bruce was busy latching the locks on the door. He took a great big swig of his beer and turned towards his two daughters. The apartment was a small one bedroom. It looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in quite a long time. There were papers strewn across the floor and dishes everywhere. Bruce sat on the love seat that was adjacent to the couch. "Well then," he said as he exhaled deeply. "What are you selling?" "Bruce, maybe you should drink some water." Jennifer said. "Jennifer..." Bruce began, "yours are so right. I think I've had a little too much to drink today. Water sounds like the ticket. I'll just go get me-self some." Clumsily he stood and walked into the kitchen. Lindsay immediately leaned over to Jennifer. "What the heck is we doing here, Jen?" Sternly, Jennifer said, "We're visiting our dear old Dad." "He's not even going to remember this visit." Lindsay stated. "Just relax. We'll be gone before you know it." "I don't want to relax. I could be at the movie theater, making-out with Ben Hickman right now. But no, I'm here...with Dad!" "Shush. He'll hear you." "I don't care, Jen. He's a drunk. Drunks don't care either." Bruce walked back into the room, smiling widely. "Here! Got me-self some H2O!" he said. But he didn't have a glass of water. Instead he had another beer in his hands. He took a big swig and made a loud "AHhh!" Jennifer stood up and walked over to her belligerent father. She grabbed hold of the beer and pulled it from him. "Hey! Come on Jennifer!" Bruce groaned. "Come on nothing! You're drunk off your ass Dad! Why'd you get drunk when you knew the two of us were coming over?" Bruce looked at his oldest daughter's face for what seemed like a whole minute. Finally he said, "I don't know. I was thirsty I guess." Then he turned his attention to Lindsay. "Soooo, little-sweet Lindsay-girl. How are you honey-pie?" Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "Fine." Bruce sat down next to her on the couch threw his arm around her. He pulled her to him tightly, giving her a great big hug. "I'm soooo glad to see you sweetie. You look so pretty today." Lindsay tried to break free of her father's grasp. She faked a little laugh, "Thanks Dad." Jennifer started heading for the kitchen. "I'm going to throw this away and get you some water." "Don't you dare do that!" Bruce yelled at her. Jennifer stopped and turned. Bruce continued, "That's a waste of money." "Well what do you expect me to do with it Bruce? You already opened it." Jennifer said in a somewhat scolding tone. Bruce sat there contemplating her question for a short moment. Then he asked, "How old are you now, Jen?" Jennifer said, "21." "HA! Perfect!" Jennifer looked back and forth between her father and her sister. She had a look of 'do you believe this guy?' She asked, "Perfect for what, Bruce?" Bruce smiled and said, "You drink it. You're old enough now." "I don't think so." And she turned towards the kitchen. Suddenly, Bruce started sobbing. "Oh please Jennifer..." His voice cracked and he put his face in his hands. Lindsay inched away a bit and kept her hands tightly in her lap. Bruce cried, "I just want to spend some quality time with my daughters..." Jennifer said, "Dad...stop this." "I can't help it...I...I...I just wanted today to go smoothly...I just wanted to be calm and composed when...when you two got here...I...I just meant to have a little...but then...I don't know...I just went overboard..." Bruce cried a river into his hands. He was very moody when he drank. His moods changed like chameleon skin, always to protect himself when around other people. Jennifer felt a sort of pity for her father, like a pathetic homeless man with no friends. She had a good heart and always wanted to make people happy, no matter how miserable they had made her. She held up the beer in her hand and sniffed it. Lindsay watched in astonishment, as her big sister was actually thinking about drinking it. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, she was yelling at her 'No, don't do it! What--are you crazy?!' Jennifer sighed. After that she lifted the drink to her lips and took a gulp. Bruce looked up at her and smiled. " That's my girl." An hour and a half later. Bruce and Jennifer were laughing hysterically. What they were laughing at was hard to determine. Lindsay was sitting all the way off to the side chewing on her fingernails. She had one leg tucked up underneath her and she was busy counting the water spots on the ceiling. Jennifer was rolling around on the floor giggling like a hyena. Her blouse was riding up and her smooth, flat belly was now in plain view. Next to her on the floor was the beer she was drinking. On the coffee table were the seven empty bottles that she had finished off. Bruce was sitting on the love seat laughing down at his eldest, and intermittently swallowing another gulp of his ump-teenth beer for that day. He hazily looked at Jennifer's belly button. He said, "Ohhh, look there." Jennifer's hair was disheveled and hanging down in her face. She careened her neck up and looked at her father. "What?" She asked, and then giggled again. "I see yer belly-button." "You do?" She looked down at her stomach. To her, it was the funniest thing in the world because her head fell backwards and she cracked up again. Lindsay was bored and upset. She was here way longer than she had expected. And now, with her sister in the condition she was in, it looked as though they'd be there a little longer. Bruce continued talking, "Your belly looks hard." Jennifer made a popping noise with her lips, and then she said, "Yes it is." "I always liked a woman's belly. It's sooooo...sexy." Then he laughed like an idiot. Jennifer crinkled her face momentarily, and then burst out laughing. The outburst was so forced that she spit. Then both father and daughter laughed at that. Bruce stared long and hard at the exposed skin of his daughter's mid section. His head wavered back and forth as he stared down at the writhing form on his carpet. "You've got really...pretty...skin...Jennifer..." he said in a soft, monotonous tone. "Awwwwweeeee..." Jennifer said in an overly dramatic voice. "That's sooo sweet there Bruce." "I mean...really, really...pretty..." he said and lightly licked his lips. "Really...pretty...and hard...smooth..." "Well--that's me! Hard n' smooth." Jennifer said. She reached down and opened up the bottom of her blouse slightly, exposing her whole mid-drift. Then she proceeded to slap her belly and hum the theme to Friends. "Well-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be-this-way...da-da-da-da-da..." Lindsay was barely paying attention to them, when in the corner of her eye she saw something that made her heart stop. Her father, the drunk man whom she despised visiting, was staring down at Jennifer, with one hand on his crotch, rubbing himself slowly, and taking yet another swig of his beer. All of a sudden, Lindsay's world was spinning like a top. She felt her stomach begin to do flip-flops and somersaults. She felt like two logs swinging and then crashing together were flattening her head sideways. Bruce squeezed his hardening boxers and said, "I...I like the way...the way your belly flexes when you move...it's sooo...nice..." He blinked a few times like it was difficult to do so. "Your belly is...it's soooo good...such sweet skin..." Jennifer circled her belly button with her fingernail and lightly scratched down her waist. Her head flopping to and fro while humming the TV show theme song. Then she said, "Well...you made me Bruce...this stomach is a result of yer hard work...and yer dedication..." Then she continued to hum and play the drums on her belly, "Your-jobs-choked-ya-broke---your-love-life's-DOA...I'll-be-there-fer-youuuuuuu..." "That's right...Jennifer..." And Bruce squeezed himself harder. Lindsay felt the lump forming in her throat. She began to feel light headed and extremely nervous. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know where this conversation was leading, but it didn't feel like it could lead anywhere good. Her skin started feeling tingly and shivery. She wanted to say something that would snap both of them out of--whatever it was they were in. But she didn't know what to say. The only thing she could think to do was to get up. So she did. On shaky legs, Lindsay stood before the couch and looked at the messy apartment. Her vision was fuzzy. Like someone was jamming the signal with a---well, something you jam a signal with. She looked down at her singing sister, writhing around like a seductress reptile, unknowingly putting on a show for the only male in the room. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked up. "Hey there Lindsay! What's up?" she said and giggled without a purpose. "Besides you, that is! HA!" She cracked up. She ran her hands up her naked belly and lightly pressed her fingernails in. Lindsay looked over and saw her father lick his lips again as he stared down at her drunk and unaware sister. Lindsay rubbed her eyes and started to walk. "I have to use the bathroom." And she began to walk away from her sister and father. That's when she heard it. "Ah God, I just can't...get enough...of that ass..." Bruce said almost incoherently. Lindsay froze in her tracks. Slowly, and without turning completely around, Lindsay turned her head backwards toward the love seat. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide. She saw that her father was rubbing his erect boxers and staring directly at her own rear end. Through a crackled and nervous voice she said, "Were you just...talking to me Dad?" She waited several seconds. Bruce eyed the backside of his youngest daughter's sweats with a hypnotized gaze. He was breathing heavily and fisting the outline of his swelling erection with all his might. Finally he said, "Uhhhhh...I think..." he paused, "...ummmm...yeah." "Yeah...what?" Lindsay asked nervously. "I uhhh...just cannot get enough...of that ass...Lindsay..." he said and sucked in a breath of air. Jennifer rolled over onto her stomach and looked up at her little sister. She said giggling, "Oooohhh, ummmm...Dad likes your rump there Lindsay!" As Jennifer rolled over, Bruce got an eyeful of her little butt as well. His staring jumped back and forth between the denim-covered butt of his oldest daughter, to the form fitting sweats that covered the little butt of his youngest. Lindsay witnessed her father's eyes move between hers and her sisters. Her knees were getting weak. Jennifer pushed up her glasses and sized up her sister's bottom. "Huh. I'd say it's perfect for pinching. Come on down here and I'll pinch yer toosh." "I...like your ass...too...God they're both so damn...you know..." Bruce started. "No, I don't." Lindsay said sternly, yet scared of what he would say. Bruce said, "Doesn't matter...I need to...touch it..." This sent Lindsay against the wall. She turned her rear away from her father's invading eyes and stepped backwards until a closet door met her. "Hell no! Stay away from me!" Lindsay shouted. Jennifer turned back over onto her back and tilted her head up. She stuck her bottom lip out and pouted. She started talking like a little girl. "What's wrong with my bottom? You never said you wanted to touch my bottom." Then the alcohol really took effect. She started to cry like a little girl. Tears started streaming down her cheeks and her face flushed all red. She called out, "What's wrong with me, Daddy! You don't wanna touch me?! What's wrong with my bottom?!" Then she hiccupped and sobbed some more. Bruce licked his lips again and said, "I...I do...Jennifer..." Jennifer rolled onto her belly again and reached for the waist of her jeans. Struggling, she unsnapped them and unzipped. In one swift movement, Jennifer pushed her jeans and cotton panties down over the smooth cheeks of her ass. The jeans and panties bunched up at the top of the backs of her thighs. She then extended her arms out to each side and flattened herself out. Only she raised her bottom up as far as she could. She continued crying like a child. "What's wrong with it? Huh, Daddy?!" Jennifer sniffed loudly and laid her face down to one side so she could look back in his reaction. "You only like Lindsay's ass, don't you! You don't like mine! It's not fair!" Lindsay's mind was in a state of shock as she watched her father slide down off the love seat and straddle Jennifer's thighs. Bruce spread his knees on the carpet as far as he could and pushed his crotch in closer until his tented boxers rested against the crack of his oldest daughter's ass. Then he palmed her small cheeks with each hand and began strong caresses. Jennifer cooed as her father squeezed each side of her bottom. She was still sobbing about how her bottom didn't measure up with Lindsay's. "But it does Jen...oh sooo nice Jennifer...so good..." Bruce said and began pressing his pelvis against his daughter's ass. Lindsay watched in dumbstruck amazement. Bruce squeezed harder every time his groin pressed between the cheeks of her ass. The only barrier between them was the light fabric of his boxer shorts. Nevertheless, he didn't stop dry humping her because the friction was still enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through his body. "Oh Daddy...is it okay? Uhhhh...is my ass good?" "Uh-huh..." he responded. "As good as...Lindsay's?" Bruce looked up at his youngest standing in front of the closet. Lindsay was frightened by the look in his eyes. "I don't know...yet." Within the next five minutes, Lindsay found herself being pulled by her father away from the closet. "No, no, no...stop please..." Lindsay begged and pleaded. But her father didn't answer. He simply grabbed her by the back of the arms and set her next to the couch. "We need to leave...please Dad...don't do this..." Lindsay was feeling the tears build up inside her. She was trying so hard not to cry. She wanted to be strong. Since her big sister was obviously in no position to help her, she would have to manage on her own. But the strong hands of her father were too much. Bruce turned his youngest facing away and toward the edge of the couch. She had her arms bundled up to her chest and she was chewing on her fingernails again. All hopes were soon lost when she felt his hand on her back, pushing her over the back of the couch. Her bottom was pointing toward him. Bruce reached for his beer and took another swig. After he set the bottle down he began running his hands all over Lindsay's quivering back. He felt up her waist, up under her armpits (which were tightly pressed to her sides), and then he massaged her shoulders. He said, "I'd uhhh...let you have a beer...but...you're too young to drink." Lindsay's teeth started chattering as she felt her Dad's hands at the waist of her sweats. His fingers slid into the elastic waist and began pulling them down. Her sunflower cotton panties were pulled down too. As with her sister, Bruce pulled them down to the top of the back of her thighs. "Please don't...stop now Dad...okay? Please stop doing this." Lindsay whispered softly as she felt his hands grab onto her ass cheeks. She looked down at the floor where Jennifer still lay flattened out. Jennifer turned her head to the other side so she could see what her father was doing to her sister. Her expression was so glazed; Lindsay doubted she would remember any of this. "Oh this ass...oh my...oh shit this ass..." Bruce said as he kneaded the hot skin like bread dough. He pulled her cheeks apart and stared down at Lindsay's tiny puckered asshole. "Oh holy shit...Lindsay...I've dreamt about this ass..." Lindsay's ponytail fell down in front of her face. She noticed that it bobbed up and down in sync with her father's caresses. As he did to Jennifer, Bruce leaned his groin into Lindsay's bottom. His tented boxers slid between the two small cheeks of her ass. He squeezed her cheeks and pulled them apart as he began dry humping her into the couch. Another Freakin Visit "Oohhhh Lindsay...I love this ass..." Bruce leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He thrust against his youngest daughter with a building speed. His hands were groping her butt with incredible vigor. Lindsay bit her bottom lip every time he thrust against her. His knees were bent and pushing into the backs of her knees as he continually shoved her into the side of the couch. "Damn your ass is nice...uhhhhhhh...Lindsay...I love your fucking ass..." Jennifer pushed herself up from the floor and began crawling over to the couch. Her jeans were pushed farther and farther down her legs as she inched across the floor. She managed to pull herself up onto the couch next her little sister. Tiredly, she looked at her sister being thrust against the couch and listening to their father spout out sentence fragments. "Ughhhhh...this ass is perfect...sooo fucking nice...oh sooo good..." Bruce continued to mumble. Jennifer heard this and suddenly started crying again. Deep, inner sobs of sorrow, as she believed her father liked her little sister's ass more than hers. She crawled over to her father and cried. "I thought ::sniff:: my ass was just as good!" Jennifer moaned into his face. "I thought you liked mine too! It's not fair Daddy!" Bruce suddenly reached around and clasped one cheek of Jennifer's butt. He pulled her body in closer to his. Startled, she put her hands up to his bare chest. Her fingernails lightly scratched him as he dry humped his youngest. His hand squeezed his oldest daughter's ass cheek tightly and grunted. "Your ass it perfect too...Ohhhh fuck...your ass is mine..." Jennifer started to respond, "Reall-" But was cut off by her father's mouth covering hers. In a blink, he sucked her tongue into his mouth and began sucking on it for all he was worth. Soon they were swallowing each other's mouths like vacuums. "Hmmmm...uh-hmmmmm..." Jennifer hummed into her father's mouth. Bruce broke the kiss and pulled up on her ass. This put Jennifer's chest in front of his mouth. He didn't have a free hand to remove the silk blouse, but her nipples were prominent enough to see. He covered one of them with his mouth and sucked on it hard, blouse and all. After a minute or so, he switched to the other. A large moist spot covered the nipple area of her blouse. Lindsay began grunting as her father's boxers began chaffing her. "UH! UH! UH! OH DADDY! IT HURTS!" Lindsay cried out over her shoulder. Ten minutes later, Lindsay found herself straddling her Dad's lap while he sat on the couch. Her sweats and panties were completely removed, and only her white tee shirt remained. Bruce was pulling on her ass, and her pelvis thrust against his boxers some more. Lindsay was so light headed that she didn't even struggle when her Dad sucked on her nipple through her tee shirt. It was an extremely weird feeling to have suction over her nipple while wearing a shirt. When he pulled away and moved to the next nipple, the shirt stuck down to her skin and her nipple was clearly visible through the fabric. When he broke away he reached between them and freed his massive erection. Wet spots of precum rest atop its tip. Lindsay wiped tears away from her eyes and looked down at her Dad's surly face. "Why are you doing this to me Dad?" Lindsay asked meekly. Bruce lifted her up and positioned his cock at the entrance of her shaved pussy. "I...I..." Bruce looked up at her flushed face and said, "Gotta have that ass...but..." He paused, "...gotta get this tight little hole too..." He pulled down on her tiny ass, and in one thrust, he was completely embedded inside her. "OH FUCK!" Bruce yelled. "AAaahhhh! Daddy!!" Lindsay yelled. Bruce held tightly to her butt cheeks and lifted her up and down rapidly. After he had her going at a steady pace, he removed one hand and began spanking her lightly. "Oh Daddy! Please Don't! Oh God! Oh No!" Lindsay gasped loudly as his spanking became more and more intense. She was so embarrassed by this fantasy of his. She turned her head back and looked behind her. Jennifer was downing another beer and turning on the stereo. A dance mix with heavy bass started up and she turned it up. She started dancing to the beat and danced into the middle of the living room. Her blouse was now hanging completely open. Sweat glistened off her tits as her feet began moving like crazy. Her hair flipped around. Remarkably, her glasses remained on her face. Lindsay wasn't aware of when it started happening, but she soon realized that her father was no longer lifting her up and down on his cock. She was actually doing all the fucking. Sure his hand remained connected to his favorite body part, but it was her thigh muscles doing all the work. Pretty soon his spanking was going with the bass of the stereo, and her fucking was right on beat. She was sweating profusely now and calling out things like, "Oh Daddy! Oh Fuck! Oh my God! Oh Fuck, Daddy!" Bruce was so stuck in his fantasy world, he could only moan and spank her harder. Lindsay looked down at his reddened face, "I'm hot Daddy...so fucking hot..." "God, I know baby..." He said and licked his lips. But that's not what she meant. She was burning up. They had been going at this ridiculous pace for close to thirty minutes now. Suddenly, Jennifer came up behind her. She put her hands on her little sister's shoulders and pulled her back slightly. Jennifer gazed upon Lindsay's chest. "Damn Lindsay! Your shirt is soaked all the way through!" All Lindsay could say was, "Uh! OH! Oh fuck! Ughhh!" as she bounced atop her Dad's cock. Jennifer said, "Here, this should help." And she poured a full bottle of cold Corona beer all over Lindsay's chest. "Uhhh!!!" Lindsay gasped as the cold sensation rocked her body. The beer covered her small tits. Bruce immediately leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. Jennifer watched this and followed suit. She leaned over and sucked in the other nipple. "Ohhhhhhhh..." Lindsay cooed. Bruce grabbed both of Lindsay's sweaty ass cheeks and slammed her down hard. Nothing had to be said, because Lindsay felt her insides fill up with his burning hot seed. Lindsay lay face down on the couch with a leg flung over the side. She was resting from all she had gone through. She couldn't believe what she had gone through. The pounding beat of the stereo was still banging in her ears. It was so loud; Lindsay was surprised that the neighbors at the complex didn't complain. It wasn't too loud though that she couldn't hear the moans of her older sister getting fucked in the bathroom. Bruce wanted to fulfill another of his fantasies. Which was to fuck his oldest daughter Jennifer while she was sitting on the toilet. She was pulled up to the edge while her father knelt before her. Again he held tightly to her ass and shoved his cock deep into her at a staggering rate. "Ohhh Daddy...Oh Yes!..Fuck it Dad!..Fuck that pussy!" Jennifer yelled. Bruce grunted and squeezed her ass harder. "Uhh! Uhh! Shit Daddy!" "Oh don't do that..." "Geezzzz...fuck me harder...HARDER..." Being as drunk as he was, Bruce was really throwing a good fuck into his daughters. Bruce couldn't help but stare down at Jennifer's tight abs. The strong stomach muscles that tempted him in the very beginning of this crazy episode. In a twisted part of his drunken mind, he wished there was a way to fuck her firm little belly. He found it to be so hot and erotic. "I've got to do this..." Bruce muttered under his breath. "What?!" Gasped Jennifer. Bruce pulled his daughter off the toilet and laid her down on the tile floor. He withdrew from her tight pussy and quickly straddled her waist. Before Jennifer knew what was happening, her father was sliding the underside of his cock over the top of her belly. The mixture of their juices made her belly slick. Bruce reached down and grabbed the sides of her waist. Then he started to fuck her sexy stomach. "Oh God, what the fuck are you doing?!" Jennifer asked bewildered. "Uhh! Uhh-huhhh! Uhhhhh-huh!" Bruce didn't answer. He just thrust his pelvis and slid his cock against the small groove of Jennifer's abs muscles. Jennifer couldn't understand the fetish that her father was enjoying now, but she tried to encourage it anyway. "You do like little sexy bellies, don't you? Well here, let me help." With that, Jennifer reached down and lightly ran her fingernails up and down on either side of her Dad's thrusting cock. She acted like his thrusts were affecting her by moaning and making orgasmic faces. "OOhhh Daddy...that's soooo fucking good..." "Uh-hhhuhhhh..." "That's it...fuck that tight belly that you made with mom..." "Ughhh-huhhhhh!!" Jennifer clenched her stomach muscles, sending shocks of pleasure up Bruce's spine. "Oh fuck it Daddy! It's yours...you made it...fuck what's yours Daddy..." "OH shit Jen! OH! Uhghhh..." Bruce slid his cock up between her tits and squeezed them tight around him. He began to thrust between her mounds, her sweat being the best lubricant. Jennifer grabbed her nipples and pulled and twisted them. Bruce watched everything his oldest daughter did and felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. Jennifer opened her lips and then made an 'o' face at her father. "I'm hungry Daddy...aren't you gonna feed me?..." she asked like a starving little girl depending on her big strong Dad to help her. Bruce scooted up and straddled her head. He noticed that her glasses had almost fogged up completely. He positioned his burning rod at the opening of her mouth. As soon as they touched her wet lips, he plunged in. Jennifer sucked him to the back of her throat. She knew it wasn't going to be long, so she pursed her lips and sucked as hard as she possibly could. Bruce pulled back slightly, relishing in the feeling of her lips pulling on his skin, then he pushed back in. Jennifer moaned over his cock. That was it. He couldn't hold back anymore. He let it go. Jennifer swallowed everything. Lindsay was dozing off on the couch when suddenly a hot wet body slid over top of her back. She was jolted awake and knew from the weight and lack of chest hair, that it was her sister Jennifer. Jennifer pushed her naked tits into Lindsay's back, her nipples poking her sent a ripple of surreal to her head. Jennifer's waist lay atop her own waist. Her legs lay over hers. She put her head on Lindsay's shoulder. Lindsay could see her in the corner of her eye. "You're not going to sleep are ya?" Jennifer asked excitedly. "Almost." "Well, if you do...he's probably gonna fuck your ass anyway." "What?!" Lindsay said as a beat of panic set in. "I thought he was done with me!" "Sorry Charley. Like he's been saying'...he's just can't get enough of that ass!" Lindsay's face sunk and tears started to fall, "I wanna go home Jen...::sniff::..please Jen, I wanna go home. This has been weird...and scary..." "I know! It's crazy! I can't believe you're not enjoying it!" "But he's...our Dad." "Yeah, I know. And he's about to fuck the hell outta your cute little asshole." Jennifer said almost giddy. "No, Jen, please..." "What's your problem?!" Jennifer asked loudly. There was a pause. Lindsay turned her head toward her big sister and swallowed hard. "I've..." Lindsay started. "I've never been...done...in the ass before." "Awe, poor baby." Jennifer leaned over her and covered her lips with hers. It was the first time ever that the two sisters had ever kissed like this. They kissed passionately like two lovers. Whimpering and humming into each other's mouths like a pair of desperate felines. Jennifer broke the kiss and smiled. Bruce walked out of the bathroom holding a tube of lubricating jelly. Jennifer said, "Well buckle up Lindsay...you're about to get the ride of your life." Lindsay pleaded, "Please...wait! Get off me!" "I'm not moving from this spot." Jennifer said as she positioned her own ass above her little sisters. "He's not gonna let us go until he gets into your ass. Face it." "But..." Lindsay was getting desperate for a way out. "But...aren't you jealous? Won't you get upset if he likes my ass better?" Jennifer shrugged, "Eh, not really. I'm over it. Besides, there's a part of my anatomy that Daddy likes better than yours." And Jennifer smiled as she recalled the bathroom floor incident. Bruce walked up behind his two daughters. He positioned himself behind them on the couch. He looked down at those two incredible asses stacked one on top of the other. He couldn't wait. This was going to be the big blowout. Literally. He opened the tube. He squeezed it over Jennifer's crack. It oozed down between her cheeks. He took his hand and rubbed it all between them. He then squeezed it over Lindsay's crack. His cock twitched as he watched it ooze down between her cheeks. He spent a little more time rubbing the jelly between them than was absolutely necessary. Lindsay couldn't say anything. She had never felt so violated and used before. And the fact that this was her father was extremely disturbing. When she really thought about it, the idea that another person could become so fascinated by that part of her body puzzled her. Bruce couldn't wait any longer. He pulled himself in closer to his daughters. He reached over Jennifer's thighs to grab hold of Lindsay's. He pulled them closer to him. Lindsay gasped as his strong hands pulled both of them back a little. Her nipples slid across the fabric of the couch cushion. She quivered. Bruce pushed the tip of his cock between the slippery cheeks of Lindsay's amazing ass. When the tip reached her puckered opening, Bruce paused to take a deep breath. This was agonizing. To wait so long, and yet pushing himself to wait a little longer. Lindsay grabbed for a pillow in front of her. She put it in her mouth and prepared herself for what she was about to receive. "My baby girl..." Bruce said, prolonging the moment even more. "I hope you don't have many plans for tonight." Lindsay shook with fright. "Why?" she asked suspiciously. "Because..." Bruce said, "You won't be able to walk normally for a few days." And he shoved into her. Lindsay's teeth bit down into the pillow. Slowly, inch-by-inch, Bruce's rock hard cock eased into Lindsay's tightest cavern. The long shaft took delirious time and efforts to slide in past her crown. Bruce groaned with pleasure and pulled back on Lindsay's shivering thighs. Finally, he was all the way in to the hilt. Once he reached touch down, both Father and daughter gasped for a breath. They both held their breaths as the large pole invaded her small, slick asshole. "Ughhhh!" Bruce yelled exhausted. "OOoohhhhh Daddy!! It hurts!!" Lindsay cried. "I need this ass sooo fucking bad Lindsay!!" Bruce exclaimed. "Oh please Daddy! Make it stop hurting!" Bruce started to withdrawal. It was equally agonizing, yet pleasurable event. Lindsay's jaw opened to the extreme and made faint, moaning sounds. At first she thought that it was over. That her Dad had finally come to his senses and pulled out. But that was just the beginning. Bruce began to fuck her. It was slow going to begin with. He would shove his pelvis forward as hard as he could, but the resistance of her small opening and her involuntary clenching made it difficult. But that's what was so pleasurable. He didn't complain. "Ohhhh Lindsay...uhhhhh so tight..." he moaned a loud. Lindsay fisted the couch cushions and bit down harder on the pillow as her father reamed her butt hole with his massive erection. She whimpered every time the length of his cock moved in and out of her. The pressure was immense. Her whimpering sounded like a wounded puppy. Not much time passed, and Bruce was building up the pace of his fucking. He worked his youngest girl's asshole enough that he could adequately slide in and out a little faster. And a little faster. And faster. Soon, Bruce was pounding his prize with reckless abandon. He groaned and called out her name several times. "OH LINDSAY! Ooohhhh yeahhh...sooo good...sooo nice..." Meanwhile, Jennifer squeezed her thighs over her little sisters waist, and clung to Lindsay's shoulders as she rode girl through their father's incestual romp. Lindsay was alternately moaning, whimpering, and gasping as her Dad plugged up her ass like a sink drain. Bruce was getting tired. He didn't want to slow down, but he couldn't help it. The strain on his foreskin was forcing him to let up a little. That's when Lindsay felt something. She couldn't quite explain it. As her Dad slowed his strokes, a weird pain started to fill her stuffed hole. Almost like the slowing down of his humping caused it to feel worse. It was unbearable. It felt better when he was going full throttle. She couldn't believe the words that escaped her lips. She said, "Uhhh...Daddy...do it...faster..." Bruce felt a surge of surreal overtake him. A renewed sense of longing radiated through him. His cock swelled with lust and for a minute he thought it would burst. With this newly found energy and with his youngest daughter's words of encouragement, Bruce began slamming into her. Lindsay felt so much better. Every time her Dad filled her completely, she felt a tingle between her legs. Also, her Dad's balls slapped against her pussy lips and she felt the ping of arousal. She wanted him to go faster to soothe the pain. "Fuck Daddy!...Oh God!...Faster...do it Faster..." she yelled. "Oh yeah...oh yeah...uh-huh..." Bruce moaned as he picked up the pace. "I just remembered something," Jennifer said. "I guess this is your birthday present." His hands gripped Lindsay's thighs harder and kept a steady rhythm as he pounded away at her. The living room was filled with the sounds of moaning and dance music. Bruce unloaded a river of cum into his youngest girl's asshole. His head fell back and he groaned at the ceiling. By this time, Lindsay had cum about four times in the span of her ass fuck. She was delirious with a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and unbridled passion. Bruce held his position inside her asshole for several minutes. Every time Lindsay clenched her ass muscles, she milked a stream of her father's cum up inside her. Bruce was breathing heavily and massaging her thighs. He didn't want to pull out. He had never felt the type of pleasure he had felt inside this ass of hers. The drunken part of his brain wanted to stay in there forever. But that's when Jennifer turned her head around and looked up at her sweaty father. He looked down and made eye contact. Jennifer smiled seductively, reached back and smacked her own ass hard. "Now I know you're not going to forget about this little thing are you?" Jennifer asked. Bruce breathed in deeply and exhaled just as deep. He pulled his cock out of Lindsay's asshole. It made a popping sound. Cum oozed out of Lindsay's asshole. Her hole throbbed intensely. She winced at every throbbing moment. Then she licked her lips as her Dad relinquished his grip on her thighs. Bruce grabbed hold of Jennifer's hot skin. He squeezed her thighs the same way he did her little sister's. He pulled her back. His cock had not lost any of it's girth or length from massive fucking it had just endured. It was like a statue now. Bronzed by lust. Bruce thought it would never go down. He slid his cock up and down the slick crack of his oldest daughter. His cock was so sensitized now that his body shook like all the reflexes engaged at once. The eager anticipation was having an effect on Jennifer. She started sputtering whatever her brain would come up with. "Oh fuck Lindsay," Jennifer said into her sister's ear. "...He's gonna fuck my ass...oh shit...he's gonna fuck it hard...oh my..." Another Freakin Visit Lindsay rolled her eyes and turned her head towards her. "You wanna leave Jen?" Lindsay asked. "I...I don't know...uhhh...oh god...he's gonna fill it all the way up...oh shit...he's sliding between my cheeks...oh no..." Jennifer's heart beat so hard that Lindsay could feel it on her back. "Oh come on Jennifer," Lindsay chided. "Don't you wanna go now? He's just a stupid drunk who happened to knock our mom up. He's nothing special to us." "I know...we should go...oh god..." Jennifer began to say. The alcohol was wearing off quick now. "Now, now, now, Jen..." Lindsay said sarcastically, "...we can't leave yet." "Why not?!! I've never been fucked in the ass either...I don't know if I can handle it...oh shit...he's squeezing my ass Lindsay..." "We can't leave yet Jen..." Lindsay smiled deviously, "...he's our Dad. We only have to visit him sometimes." Suddenly, Jennifer's back arched up when her father shoved his massive cock up her asshole. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes shut tightly. Her fingernails dug into Lindsay's shoulders. She gasped and moaned loudly. Bruce began to slowly fuck her asshole. It slowly built up from a slow pushing into a fast pummeling. "OH! OH! OH GOD! UGHH! UGHH!" Jennifer was moaning. "Oh God Daddy! My ass! Oh fuck Daddy!" Soon he was fucking her so hard that Jennifer begged for it. "...harder...faster...oh fuck...HARDER...FASTER DADDY!..." Lindsay laid her face on the pillow and closed her eyes. Her body shook under the thrusting body of her older sister. Her breathing was slowing down and she took deep and relaxed breaths. Bruce obeyed his daughter's instructions and banged her ass harder and faster. He leaned over and sucked on her neck as he thrust away at her. Lindsay said under her breath, "He's just got to have that ass, Jen." For the next several hours, Bruce took every opportunity to fulfill his incestuous fantasies with his two daughters. One of which was having both of them in the shower. He fucked both of them up the walls of the shower and on the floor of the tub. Later, he had both of them on his bed and alternately reamed each of their holes in every possible position. It wasn't until about 8:30 at night when he finally passed out from all the alcohol he had consumed that day. Jennifer and Lindsay were able to get dressed and walk out of his apartment on wobbly legs. Neither one of them said anything to each other on the ride home. They just sat there. Both were thinking of a good excuse to tell their mother why they were so late. And both sister's thinking hard about the next time, next month, when they would have to come and visit their...loving father. ********** EMAIL ME! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! Your comments are the reason I write.