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Dad, Sis, & Me Ch. 1

By: The Parson



There were three of us in my family. Not at first, of course. At the beginning, we had a mother. Dad had a wife. I can't remember much about Mum, because I was only young when she died. I was only two years old, and although I'm convinced that it must have effected me in ways that I could never truly begin to guess, well, by the time I was 18… I could barely recall what she looked like. We had photos, and my father's memories, which he always loved sharing with us, but I didn't have anything that I could recall. Which bothers me now more than it did at the time. 

My father never let his feelings show to myself or my sister as to how he was suffering. I'm sure he was. But he probably didn't want to let make us sad as well. He was a big man, and he probably didn't want us to see him weep, because he undoubtedly would have. (And when I say big, I mean it. He was over six foot tall, and from his job as a mechanic he was broad and solidly built. His face was what you would describe as roughly handsome, with black hair. He always had about four or five days of growth on his cheeks and chin, and he had a moustache, thick and bushy. What always intrigued me was the hair that poked up out from the neck of his open-necked shirts. It was thick and curly and black. It was the same as on his arms and legs. But I never saw him naked. Not until the day… ah, you'll have to wait… By the time I was 18, I was tall like he was, but I didn't really have a hairy body. I had pubes, of course, and a smattering of curls across my chest, but I wasn't as hairy as I suspected he was).

My sister was two years older than me. When I was 18 (the year everything changed for me on how I saw our family… but more on that later), she had grown into a stunning 22 year old. Her memories of Mum were much stronger… she could remember her touch, and the way she smiled. She could remember her loving hands at night when she held you if you had suffered a nightmare. And she remembered, most of all, how much she loved our father. Sharon actually looked like Mum, from what I could see of the photos. She was tall, jus a bit shorter than Dad, and she had long dark brown hair that trailed down her back. To me, she was gorgeous. Although, at that age, my understanding of female beauty and what it could do men was limited. 

Sharon had always been somewhat of a mother to me. Dad had never remarried—he held the memory of my mother too dear to his heart—and Sharon took on the role of looking after me. But now that I was growing older, and only a few years away from turning 21, I was starting to want to pull away from her. I don't mean to say that I rejected her or anything. And I also don't mean to suggest that she did everything for me, because she didn't. what she did was to teach me how to look after myself for the time when I would have to leave home and do exactly that. I was learning to cook, and sew, and wash dishes and clothes, just as Dad was teaching me how to fish, and hunt, and fix a car, and—dare I say it—fight. My sis did all of this stuff while attending school. I don't know how she did it, but I will always be grateful.

The year I was 18, sis worked at the local store behind the counter. She wanted to go to university, but had had to work to help pay for it. With Dad working as a mechanic all the time just to earn money to help us survive, he couldn't afford to pay for her education beyond high school, although he would dearly have loved to have been able to do that. So since she had left school, she had stayed at home, and worked and saved furiously. 

I remember the day that my knowledge of the world changed forever as if it was yesterday. It was summer, a hot hot day. I had been down at the nearby creek with some friends. We spent all summer there, and I'm surprised that we didn't grow gills and turn into fish from the amount of time we spent in the water. I had headed home, tired yet happy. My mates and I had been talking about sex, which was what we almost always seemed to do. Of course, exactly what sex was we didn't have the faintest idea. Although Dad and sis had told me a lot about the world, sex hadn't yet been broached. My mates and I were all talk, and it was the stupid, full-of-shit talk you would expect from a bunch of 18 year olds. We all pretended that we knew about sex. But of course it was all shit. None of us knew anything!

I walked up the driveway of our small, tidy house and went round the back. As expected, my sister's bicycle was there. She always finished early on a Wednesday. Surprisingly, my Dad's old ute was there as well… perhaps he had been able to sneak away early as well. I went in and dumped my wet bathing suit in the basket in the laundry, and headed through to the kitchen. No one was there, which didn't surprise me, as Sharon was often busy in one of the bedrooms, folding washing. I was about to call out "I'm home.. what's for dinner?" when I heard laughter. Female laughter. It sounded like Sharon, and she was through in one of the rooms. I started to walk down the hall, and again I was going to call out, but something made me stop. And then I heard a male voice.

The voices came from my father's room. Intrigued, I crept closer. Something deep within me said, "be quiet, don't disturb what is going on here. Just look and listen". I don't know what that voice was, or where it came from, but I listened.

Getting to my father's door, I saw it was open slightly. I knelt down on the carpet, and listened. I could hear breathing, heavy breathing, as if someone was exercising a great deal. I also heard soft moans. I had no idea what was going on, and one half of my brain was crying out "don't look! You don't want to look!!" But the other voice came back, and said, "just ease open the door a bit—be very quiet—and watch what is before you". And so, with my heart in my mouth, I did.

My father's big double bed was positioned opposite the door, and I was able to see clearly what was happening. The sheets had been pulled right back, and lay carelessly thrown to the floor. And although I saw so many things that stunned me all at once, when I think back about it now, I can take it all in and see it clearly. My sister was lying on her back, and she was naked. This I could clearly see. Her legs were spread wide, and I had a sudden realisation that she had spread them as far as she could get them. Her long, glorious hair was spread in a fan about her head, and the look on her face was one of intense concentration. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open slightly. It was her who was breathing deeply. I had never seen her naked before. Never. It was a shock to see her body, to see her smooth skin and the curves that she had always hidden beneath her clothes. I could see her breasts, I could see how round they were. I could see the nipples, standing proudly.

My father was there, and he too was naked. This was another shock, because I could see how muscled his body was. The muscles of his back rippled… it was stunning to see. He was even bigger and broader naked. And I could see the hair that had always intrigued me. It was thick across his chest, curling and like a forest, and it spread down across his belly. To my surprise, he had hair across his shoulders as well, and some across his backside. He was quite a hairy man. 

But my amazement at the nakedness of my father and my sister was taken away by what they were doing. My father was between my sister's outflung legs, slightly up on his knees, and pressing himself against her. He had one hand pressed down into the bed to hold himself up above her, and another was grasping the bed head. She had her hands clutching his side, grabbing him tightly. And they were moving… he was pushing himself against her, and she was responding by lifting herself up against him. And then I realised that he wasn't pressing against her… he was pressing himself inside her. He was inside her. And now, for the first time, I saw his penis, hard and thick—the thickest penis I had ever seen at that time—moving in and out of her body. I saw her pussy for the first time ever. I had never seen a woman's vagina before. Although I liked to brag to my friends that I had fucked a girl, I was really innocent, and knew nothing. My father was on my sister, and he was thrusting his hard on into my sister's vagina. It sounds ludicrous to me now, and it will undoubtedly sound stupid to you, but I had a moment of realisation: they are fucking. Like I said, it sounds stupid, but I despite what I had seen in front of me, that thought hadn't entered my mind.

I watched, amazed, beyond all words, as they moved. My father was pushing himself in and out of my sister at a steady rate, evenly thrusting himself into her. He was grunting softly to himself, groaning, while my sister was gasping and whimpering. For the first time I looked at her puss, and saw that she had brown hair around it, which amazed… because I had never thought of women as having hair down there (mine was only just starting to sprout). She was lifting her backside up to my father's body as he moved his body down into her. I was astonished to see how her puss stretched around his cock to take it in. It was an enchanting sight, one that I could never forget.

Then my father shifted. He lowered himself down onto the bed, covering her body with his. His chest pressed up against her breasts, which were crushed against the thick, wiry curls that spread across the muscles. Then he began to move quicker, harder thrusting movements, and her hands slipped down to his solid butt, grabbing him and pulling him toward her every time he thrust at her. They looked at each other, and smile, and then kissed—first a light kiss on the lips, then another one, and then with more passion, until they were hungrily locked together, and I could see their tongues were moving into each other's mouths. My father began to move even quicker, pushing and pumping at sis very hard, and the groans and cries that each were trying to give voice to were lost into each others mouths.

Then, suddenly, my father broke the kiss, and threw his head back. With his eyes screwed shut, he began to slam himself into Sharon with several deep thrusts, and shouted out loudly, hoarsely, crying "oh God! Oh, oh, oh baby! Oh Jesus, uh, uh, unnnggh". My sister responded by lifting herself up off the bed, driving her body up toward him, and letting out a high pitched cry of pleasure. He kept thrusting at her, banging his body against her. 

Dad kept wriggling and pushing at Sharon for a few moments, but their movements slowly stopped. They lay there, my Dad on top of my sister, smiling at each other, kissing each other lightly on the lips. Neither made any motion to move. And Dad didn't seem to want to pull himself from her body. He was nuzzling her neck with his lips and his moustache, and she was giggling.

I crept away, and escaped outside. I went and climbed into my tree hut, where I hadn't been in years, since I was a little kid. But now it seemed right to sit there. I sat, astonished and unknowing about what to do. Somewhere, deep down inside me, something was stirring, but I had no idea exactly what. But for the moment, I was just too baffled, and too busy trying to work out what it all meant. I didn't know it then, but things had changed for all of us.

To be continued...

Dad, Sis & Me Ch. 2



I was stunned. There was no other word for it. After watching my father and sister making love—fucking right in front of me—I could barely comprehend what I has seen. You have to understand that I was an innocent 18 year old. I didn't know much about sex. Oh, there was some vague sex education at school, and my mates and I all talked about fucking as if we knew what it was all about. But really, I had no idea. None of us did. So to see the act itself being performed in front of me… it was a bit of a shock. I had to decide what I was going to do… what was I going to say to Sharon and to Dad. But I decided the best course of action would be to say… nothing.

And that is what I did. I didn't say anything to them. When I went into the house minutes later, they were dressed and talking as if nothing had happened. And that is how it stayed. We had a meal, and talked about our days, and nothing was said. I watched them throughout the course of the evening, and they didn't seem to act any different from how they had always been. It was unnerving to watch them. But I thought, if they've been doing this for awhile now, then they must have become used to acting as if nothing is going on.

For the next few weeks, the summer continued, with scorching weather, and plenty of days down at the creek. I tried to put what I had seen out of my mind, and I succeeded—mostly. But every so often, I could see Dad thrusting himself into Sharon's willing pussy, and I would be momentarily transfixed. But then I would shake myself back to reality. I had no idea if they were continuing with their love making, but I can only assume that they were.

One day, a few weeks later, Sharon had the day off. Dad was at work. And I had slept in until midday. Which wasn't that unusual for me during summer. Eventually, I dragged myself out of bed, and hunted around for some trackpants to wear. I didn't bother with a t-shirt, because the weather was very warm. And I wandered through to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Sharon was there, finishing off some dishes. She was dressed in a light cotton dress, and when I saw her, I was momentarily reminded that I had seen her naked—her body could be seen through the shimmering fabric of the dress. But I put that thought out of my mind.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Thought you'd get up and join the land of the living did you," she said, smiling at me.

"Yeah, I thought I probably should," I mumbled back. I got a coffee cup from the cupboard and filled it from the tap. As I turned away, I thought I saw Sharon give me a strange look, but I decided that I was seeing things.

I went and sat at the table, and Sharon came and sat next to me with a pile of towels that she started to fold. We sat for a little while, neither of us speaking.

"How old are you now?" asked Sharon suddenly.

"Eighteen," I said.

There was a pause. "Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked, which took me by surprise. Sharon had never paid any attention to whether I had a girlfriend or not before.

"No," I said, "I don't. Why?"

"Just wondering." Another pause. Then: "would you like one?"

Unsure as to what was going on, I said "yeah, I guess. What is all this?"

Sharon ignored my question. "You'd be a good boyfriend if you did have a girlfriend—you'd treat a woman right."

I had no idea what was going on. Sharon was still folding the towels, but wasn't looking at me. She was concentrating on her hands, and what she was doing.

"You're turning into man now… you're filling out, getting bigger and stronger."

I suddenly felt very strange, and slightly uneasy. So she had looked at me in a funny way.

I tried to deflect her comments. "I don't think so, Shar. I'm no where near what Dad looks like… he's huge. And I'm not hairy like him."

Sharon giggled. "No, you're not. But it will come, I'm sure."

Then I felt her hand on me arm. I turned and looked at her, and was shocked by the intensity of the stare that she was giving me. She leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips. It was a peck, really, little more. But then she lingered in front of my face, and then kissed me again, with slightly more feeling. And then again. In my mind, I could remember the kiss she and Dad had shared when they were fucking, and before I realised it, Sharon and I were locked together, out lips pressed against each other, and our mouths hungry for each other's kiss.

I pushed back my chair, and she slid from her chair onto my lap. It was strange—I'd never kissed a girl in this way before, and yet I seemed to know exactly what to do. My arms slid around her body, and I pulled her to me. We attacked each other's mouths, sucking at each other, our tongues pushing into the warm cavities. I couldn't keep my hands still, as they caressed her back and grabbed the back of her head.

And then, it hit me what we were doing, and I pulled back from her. The image of her and Dad entered my mind again, and stopped me cold. I couldn't do this, I couldn't go on with this.

Sharon looked at me puzzled. "What?" she said. "What's wrong?"

This is crazy, I thought. But inside me, there was an ache, a deep ache that I knew would only end if I carried through with this. So I leaned forward, and kissed her lightly on the cheek… and then we were kissing passionately again… as I had seen her and Dad doing.

We quickly went through to my room. Sharon stood in front of me, reached down to the hem of her dress, and pulled it up and off her body. She was wearing only panties, no bra. She took a step toward me, and I swear I almost stepped back, I was so nervous.


"Have you ever made love to a girl?" she asked, even though she must have known that the answer was no. I coughed, and shook my head. I could feel my cock starting to thicken in my pants, and I was afraid that it would soon become really obvious to her.

She reached out a hand, and took one of my hands. She lifted it to her breast, and placed it over the round flesh. I was shaking slightly, and she whispered "don't be scared", and then my hand was around her tit. I could feel the warm, soft flesh, and the hard nipple sticking into my palm. I began to stroke it, squeezing slightly, and then i used my thumb on her nipple, rubbing it over the nubbin of flesh in a circular motion. Sharon groaned slightly, and moved closer.

I lifted my other hand to her other breast, and encompassed that too. Sharon seemed to enjoy it, as she pushed herself into me. And then, suddenly, her hand was at my crotch, and she had hold of my cock.

I gasped, as I had never had a woman's hand there before. I tried to step away, but she gripped me firmly through my trackpants. My cock stood straight out in front of me know. I was rock hard, harder than I had ever been before. Sharon had only touched my once, and I had an erection live no other I had ever had. She was definitely in control… I was totally under her spell.

She let go of me, and quickly pulled her panties down and kicked them off. I could see the curls between her legs, and I have to admit that I couldn't help but stare. Then, Sharon was back to me. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of my trackpants, and with a sudden jerk of her hands she had them down around my ankles. I flinched, I was so surprised. It was a total shock to be standing in front of my sister, stark naked, and with a raging hard on.

Then she moved toward me. We embraced, and I nervously kissed her, and kiss that deepened in intensity. She pushed herself against me, and I felt her firm breasts pressing against my puny 18 year old chest. And I felt something else… my cock pressing against the curls of her bush. She whispered into my ear, "lets make love… I want to be your first…", and that was it.

We lay across the bed, touching each other. She caressed my balls, a sensation which made me squirm. My cock was rubbing against her thigh. In the confusion of my passion, my hand strayed to her cunt, and I cupped her mound. She whimpered in pleasure, and begged me to touch her. I didn't know what to do, so I carefully slid one finger into the moist hole that I found there. She gasped, and pushed her hips up at me so that my finger went into her pussy. She thrust herself up several times, fucking herself on my hand. As she did this, I was nursing at one of her breast, sucking the flesh into my mouth as if I was an infant again.

Then, a sudden determination came into her eyes. She looked at me with a fixed stare, and opened her legs. My cock was sticking straight out from her black pubic curls, and she reached for it, grasped it so lightly I could barely feel it, and pulled me toward her.

"Shar, oh god Sharon…I don't know what to do… I don't know…" I could barely get the words out.

"It's okay, baby… I'll show you," was all she said.

I was on my knees between her open legs, hovering above her pussy. I was holding myself above her, and my cock was mere inches away from her pussy. With one hand on my butt, she pulled me down to her. I felt the tip of my cock touch her the curls around her wet lips, and onwards she pulled me, until—to my absolute astonishment—the head of my member was inside her. Just the head, but oh the feeling. I couldn't believe it.

"More, baby, more," she murmured. "Please… I know you want to…"

She gripped my backside with both hands, and pulled me down into her body. The whole length of my cock was suddenly sheathed inside her. It felt unlike anything else I had ever experienced… it was warm, and tight around me, and I couldn't believe I was doing this with her.

Her thighs clasped themselves around my hips, and jerked me toward her, and we began to move. Slowly at first, as I drew my cock backwards and forwards through her pussy. I lowered myself down onto my elbows, and gazed down at Sharon. Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back. She was concentrating on what we were doing. With her breasts against my chest, we moved, with sure, firm strokes. The bed was squeaking in protest, but we ignored it. Her breasts rubbed up against my chest, and we kissed, our tongues fighting a duel in each other's mouths. I moved against her, my cock driving into.

Then, I felt some sort of itch beginning deep inside me. I found my hips moving faster, and I was pumping and pushing at Sharon with quicker, deeper and harder thrusts. I wanted to slow down, but I couldn't. She was groaning, and a moan escaped my lips. "Muttering "yes, yes, oh God, please, don't stop fucking me", Sharon began to push herself up at me, lifting her hips to mine as I pushed down into her cunt.

We were moving in a frenzy now, and I could not have stopped if I wanted to. "Sharon, oh Jesus, Shar, I can't stop fucking you!" I managed to gasp out, and she was whimpering at me. She let out a cry, and opened her legs as wide as possible, then slammed them closed again around my back. I felt the walls of her pussy closing around my thick cock as she came. With her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut, she gave herself over to an orgasm that tore through her body.

And then I was there with her too. I felt the stream of cum jetting from my cock, as I cried out, and thrust into her as hard as I could. My cock felt as if it was expanding, growing even larger, as I pushed it into my sister's pussy, thrusting hard at her with several powerful lunges at her. Her hips and hers slammed against each other, until; both of us finally had to slow and then stop. I was exhausted, and all I could do was turn my head slightly, and kiss her lightly on the lips, as both of us, gasping for breath, held each other close. Her hand ran up and down my sweat-slicked back. I was slowly coming down to earth again. I had lost my virginity to my beautiful sister… my sister!

Then, suddenly, a cough, and we both started. I lifted my head, and to my horror, saw my father standing there in the doorway, staring at us.

To be continued...