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Family Misfortunes

By: mpqm1968



He had just caught a wave of comforting sleep, the first in over two frustrating hours, when Dan Ferris' peace was rudely interrupted by the telephone. At first he ignored its bland peelings but as they persisted with urgency, grudgingly he groped across onto the bedside table. Gathering the handset to his cheek, the rugged firefighter issued a curt greeting, ensuring to leave no doubt in the mind of whoever was calling that he was pissed off at being disturbed at this ungodly hour.

His mood softened markedly upon hearing the voice of his younger sister Jill. However, that trace of optimism quickly evaporated after the agitation in her voice became only too apparent, bringing about a furrowing of his thickset brow. He'd presumed -- wrongly of course -- that the worst of his troubles were behind him following teenaged daughter Susie's hastened departure to her aunt's. It couldn't get any worse, could it? Yet a call at this hour really didn't augur well.

Once initial pleasantries had been exchanged, Jill took a deep breath before continuing. "Dan..." she began, before pausing once more and prompting her elder brother to urge her on. "It's the girls, Dan," she managed finally, adding almost in a whisper: "They're in trouble."

Forced virtually wide awake now, Dan let go a sigh. "Trouble? What kind of trouble?"

Again Jill hesitated, the words chosen carefully. "They've, um, they've been arrested."

"Arrested? Jeez..."

No, the worst of his troubles were far from behind him. And yes, things could get worse.

"I'm really sorry calling at this time but there was no one else..."

"No, no, you did the right thing. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Dan, really there's no..."

But already he was out of bed, the phone wedged between chin and jowl as he wrestled on the shirt and tottered half in, half out of the trousers. It was drugs, Jill revealed solemnly, though she could not elucidate further. Sympathetically, Dan told her to hold it together until his arrival.

A three-hour drive to her house on the south coast ahead of him, he was hardly thrilled at the prospect, randomly tossing an assortment of underwear and toiletries into an overnight bag. He'd thought that the sea air might do Susie some good but evidently had been wrong again. So much for out of sight, out of mind, he reflected ruefully.

A straight drive through the wee small hours at the uppermost speed his old Corsa would allow, the usual three-hour journey time was nearly halved. It helped that the roads were virtually free of traffic. He'd already decided that any speeding fines would be coming out of Susie's allowance.

The trek complete, Jill was waiting by the door, skipping over to climb in beside her brother and directing him to the station as they made small talk. A heavily bag-eyed duty officer looked up from his reading as the worried siblings approached the desk. 

Twenty minutes later Dan was sat opposite the arresting officer in the interview room, a cup of coffee going cold as he signed the release forms. Since it was a first a first offence and nothing more serious than cannabis -- though that hardly eased his mind -- the girls were to be let off with a caution. As he stood to go, Dan pledged: "I'll make sure they're dealt with...you know...though God knows how," he added under his breath.

The officer gave him a look that was half sympathetic, half disdainful. "I've a teenaged girl too," he confided. With my daughter, it's..." stated the policeman, his hand raised and arcing through the air in a slapping motion.

Dan looked on in horror. He'd never so much as even threatened Susie with a physical reprimand, let alone carried out such a barbaric punishment. But then again, perhaps that was why she'd turned out the way she had. "Never been a moment's trouble," added the officer.

Even so, the idea repulsed Dan.

Yet, when Susie and her cousin Hailey were finally released from their cells, heads to the ground, perversely the thought was foremost in his mind. As silence prevailed throughout the journey back, Dan's brain was infused with visions of putting young niece Hayley over his knee, her girlish bottom plump and pink and oh so spankable. In occasional lapses, Dan even pictured Susie -- his own daughter -- over his lap, though he was quick to dispel such images to the dark recesses of his mind.

Back at the house the girls fled immediately to their rooms. Dan went to move on pursuit but was stopped in his tracks. "In the morning," whispered Jill, touching her brother's arm tenderly. "I've made up a bed on the sofa for you."

Dan nodded in agreement. It was better to sleep on things than make hasty, emotion-driven decisions that might merely make the situation worse. Heading to the makeshift bed, his mind was still in turmoil and as such sleep proved evasive. Craving a glass of water to clear his head, Dan passed the laptop in the corner. Having been left on standby, he was able to log onto the internet, hesitating before typing the word 'spanking' into Google. He wanted to find out a little bit more.

Locating what appeared to be an authoritative site, he ingested the words, not hearing the door. It was only when a hand touched his shoulder that Dan realised he was not alone. "I...I couldn't sleep," he explained embarrassedly.

"Me neither," his sister replied. "I've been lying awake wracking my brains."

"Me too," Dan concurred. "We have to do something."

"I know."

He rubbed his chin. "It's possible I may have the solution."

"Oh?" whispered Jill, moving in closer and screwing up her eyes.

"I, um, it was something the policeman mentioned as I was leaving, about spanking his daughter and how she'd never given him any trouble."

Jill blew. "Yes, but Susie and Hayley are eighteen, surely it's too late for that."

In just a grey t-shirt and boxers, Dan was acutely aware of the close proximity of his sister. "Let me see," she suggested.

To his surprise, Jill shifted over onto his lap, her back to his chest, soft hair ticking his neck. 5'2 to his 6'4 she was dwarfed. As she adjusted position to attain comfort, instinctively he reached to steady her, hands on hips. "Oh damn, my reading glasses are upstairs," she complained. "Read it to me, won't you, Dan?"

Dan issued a nervy cough, aware of her lovely soft arse in light pyjamas dangerously close to his cock and her understated body spray in his nostrils. It was all just a bit too surreal. Eyes homing in on one of the paragraphs, he began to narrate: "Spankings are usually used only as a last resort, after previous, alternative methods of discipline have been unsuccessful."

Both parents nodded their agreement. There wasn't much in the way of conventional punishment they hadn't tried to curb their wayward daughters' ways from the onset of pubity.

Dan continued: "In its most common use as a means of domestic corporal disciplining, spanking usually refers to a child lying stomach down across the spanker's lap, misleadingly referred to as taking a child 'over the knee' though that is also possible, and the parent or teacher bringing their open hand down hard on the child's posterior."

Both tried to maintain a business-like demeanour though, for Dan at least, the stirrings in his groin were undeniable. In the 37 years he'd known his younger sister, never once had Dan felt anything remotely sexual towards her. Perhaps it was the heightened circumstances under which they found themselves that were playing tricks with his mind.

Eyes returning to the screen, he persisted: "The buttocks are filled with nerve endings and the sting from sustaining repeated swats in quick succession is immediate and highly uncomfortable, hence the 'last resort' reputation of this form of punishment." 

At that moment Dan became distinctly aware of Jill swivelling in his lap, as if she were deliberately trying to rub herself against his unwillingly growing appendage. Nonetheless, he carried on regardless, reciting verbatim from the screen: "Spanking is generally considered corrective punishment, without intention of permanent physical injury. However, such intentions do not always have the desired result, nor is the amount of the emotional injury easily quantifiable."

He stopped, letting Jill manipulate his cock with her buns. Damn that felt so good. It was six months since he'd had a woman, six months of his own wrist action, a poor relation if ever there was one. "Dan! Carry on," Jill prompted, as if unaware of what she was doing to him.

And maybe she was, maybe it was all just in his mind.

The words came out a little unsteadily as he continued to read from the screen: "There are questions over what level of pain is appropriate until it crosses the threshold into abuse. Up until the mid-20th century it was perfectly acceptable in most communities for a spanking to cause a child to cry in pain throughout and have trouble sitting down afterward, even leaving stripes or bruises for days, sometimes even lasting scars. Today some (including courts in some countries) consider even mere redness of the skin abusive, though others would call it effective discipline."

Jill sighed. "Well we have tried everything else," she reminded, seemingly warming to the idea.

It was Dan's turn to be unsure, thankful that his cock had gone back to sleep. Eyes flickering now, he was anxious for the rest of his body to catch up. "I don't know," he countered, before continuing to the end of the article: "The removal of the clothing by the spanker may be seen as humiliating as the recipient is made to experience being undressed by someone other than themself. It also induces a feeling of helplessness as the recipient is no longer in control of the situation."

"Well that's it," Jill enthused, bouncing up and down on his lap animatedly. He had to bite his lip as she rubbed the foreskin with her arse groove. "We humiliate the girls so much that we scare them into behaving."

"Hmm, I'm still not sure," he replied, eyes aslant.

"Well, let's sleep on it then."

"Good idea."

As she climbed from his lap Jill issued a tender kiss on her brother's stubbled cheek. "I'm glad you came, Dan," she added. "I couldn't have faced this on my own."

Thet hugged her and headed off to their respective beds.

Even from the lounge, Dan was sure he could hear light moans coming from his sister's room upstairs, culminating in an unmitigated and lustful groan ten minutes later that seemed to shake the ceiling. It didn't help him sleep any easier, picturing that. Frankly it was going to be hell getting any sleep whatsoever. But then maybe that was what he needed: to be uptight and ratty the following morning, given what possibly lay ahead.

* * *

Little more than two hours later, Dan looked up from his semi-slumber to see Jill, in her stripey pyjamas, holding a steaming cup of tea. "Here's the deal," she disclosed, seizing control of the situation. "I will raise the subject with the girls, but you've to carry it out."

Looking at their respective frames, it was hard to argue, but Dan still issued a groan. In the cold light of morning,everything looked sodifferent. Jill shook her head at her brother's cowardice, aiming a verbal sucker punch straight between the eyes. "Next time we could be in the mortuary identifying one of them if this downward spiral continues," she stated somewhat melodramatically.

But she had a point and Dan scratched his chin.

"Cruel to be kind," she added before turning on her slippered heels.

An uncomfortable hour passed before movement upstairs prompted Dan to rise in readiness. He needed to be authoratitive and strong or the whole affair was doomed to disaster. In actual fact, he was more than capable of both.

Susie entered the lounge first. She was dressed in a pair of faded denim shorts, riding low upon her slender hips so as to almost reveal the top of her pussy. It was a look Dan did not approve of and immediately galvanised him into action. The white tank top was cropped to leave her midriff bare in the style all hard-bodied teenaged girls seemed to favour nowadays. Her blonde hair was loose, gathered up into a high ponytail, reminding him of her schooldays. Yet this was no sweet and innocent schoolgirl. As if to reinforce the fact, she stared defiantly, seemingly unprepared to take her punishment with dignity.

Hayley, her cousin, was bare-legged and bare-stomached also, sporting a similar blonde ponytail but favouring a brown corduroy miniskirt instead of shorts. She too was blessed with a model's stature and lime-sized breasts, the yellow lycra top hugging the high chest mounds. Other than in those few items of skimpy dress, the girls looked as alike as cousins of a similar age often can. Yet, unlike Susie, her eyes avoided her uncle's and already Dan could tell she was anxious and hesitant.

Though, to be fair, so was he, his hands clammy, mouth dry and armpits moist. Trying to radiate an air of control, his eyes passed from downcast niece Hayley, to sister Jill, who looked on impassively, to daughter Susie, a battle of wills arising. She looked her father right in the eye in an air of defiance, then screwed up her nose and snorted.

Allowing a moment to pass, Dan had an idea how to fix that. He'd make her wait till last. "Come here, Hayley," he instructed.

As she shuffled on to her feet to comply, his lovely young niece raised her eyes to his for the first time, and Dan could easily read in them just how frightened she was. "I hope your mother has explained to you what's about to happen."

He caught Jill's eye, fright perhaps arising in its blue depths, his authority felt vicariously through her daughter. To her mother's relief, Hayley nodded firmly but without speaking. Dan took a final glance over at Jill, who gestured at him with a dipped chin to continue. "Hayley, I want you to remove your lower garments and then come and place yourself stomach down on my lap."

Hayley's eyes bulged, her brow began to perspire and it was almost possible to see the racing heartbeat beneath her perfectly formed left breast. Nevertheless she obeyed, hands moving to the waistband of the skirt, then away. "Mum? No!" she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder.

Jill folded her arms, ignoring the plea. "You just hush young lady and do what you're told," she snapped.

Hayley's shoulders slumped, but her hands slowly moved to the button of the corduroy skirt. Tentatively she twisted her hips and let it slip down to pool at her feet. Grudgingly she bent over at the waist, skimming a pair of white panties down her shapely young legs. Dan looked at the girl -- his favourite niece -- slender, fit and leggy, bending over to allow a glimpse of her most intimate charms between those sculptured thighs. Her shaven pussy was plump and well-defined, a visual delight.

Seeing her in this way, Dan became suddenly worried about a potential physical reaction, of having his cock respond to the stimulating sight of a fresh, lithe teenaged body. Thankfully he had on a comfortable and roomy pair of slacks. His eyes locked on that gorgeous smooth pussy as the long-legged teen tottered toward him like Bambi on ice. It was an incredibly beautiful sight: a soft creamy mound split by prominent, protruding, pink inner lips, framed by girlish hips, toned abdomen and angular thighs.

He tore his eyes away with effort and, recognizing that something was beginning to stir within him that he could not allow, he redoubled his concentration on the job in hand. Yet, as his eyes moved away from Hayley, they merely focused upon Susie, his own daughter, in the background, her shorts still in place but every bit as tempting. Glancing away and towards Jill again, he saw that she was watching intently as her daughter climbed obediently into place.

From her prone position, the frightened teen craned until she could see her mother, silently pleading clemency with those sexy-sweet blue eyes. But Jill's impassive look in return told Hayley in no uncertain terms that there would be no last minute reprieve.

Her toes bent backwards for support one side of her uncle, Hayley's bare bottom was perched over his right leg. Spine straight and flat like a table, her head was bowed and flat palms the other kept a precarious balance. That was how Dan favoured things; this was after all a punishment.

Her hopeless predicament not lost on the poor girl, Hayley began to sniff, playing the little-girl-lost almost to perfection. Yet it cut no ice with Dan who had quickly assumed a position of aloofness, like a hangman to his victim. The girl squirmed, struggling to attain a stable position, ponytail flopping back on her head. Dan looked down to see that the lycra top had ridden up and, though it still covered her breasts, she was totally nude from there all the way down to her toes.

With an arse as full and firm as only a teenager's can be, her thighs were so slender and toned that, even though her legs were together, her bare pussy peeked out through the gap at the top, every detail of the wavy-edged lips clear to see. Dan drew a deep breath, centred his thoughts as far away as he could from sex and sensuality, and commenced the task at hand.

At the crack of the first spank, Susie seated opposite jumped, whilst Jill could not contain an unexpected gasp at the sight of her brother's powerful, muscular arm propelling a firm hand at blurring speed towards her daughter's naked and defenceless butt. With a steely determination not to betray her hurting, Hayley merely grunted, jaw and lips clamped together as hard as she could manage as the fiery sting of the spank exploded through her arse. The second spank followed apace, then a third, until Dan was working at a steady, implacable pace, landing blow after blow on his niece's adorably pert bottom.

Every spank forced a stifled grunt from the naughty girl as she battled with all her might to keep her mouth closed, not wishing to give him an ounce of satisfaction. Cry after cry rose from her throat to die in a tightly clenched mouth. Susie, sitting opposite, felt every smack as if it were her own backside taking the brunt and, unseen to Dan she winced, finally betraying the outward cool. As Dan worked to cover Hayley's entire bum in stinging spanks, Susie watched and heard the awful sounds: WHACK! "Nnggg!" WHACK! "Nnggg!" WHACCCKKK!!! "Nnnnnnnngggggggg!"

Spank after spank after painful spank, Dan peppered the upturned bottom of the forlorn teenager, watching her beautiful buns turn from alabaster white to pink, then rose, then red, then crimson. Hayley could feel warm tears pooling in her eyes and her hands and toes were starting to cramp. The minutes crept slowly by as the fire in her arse grew ever more intense under the ceaseless volley of smacks. Drawing back so as almost to dislocate his shoulder, Dan finished in style. WHACCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!! That should do it, he thought to himself, then aloud: "Hayley, your spanking is over. When you're ready to get up, you may."

The girl spreadeagled on his lap was panting, gulping in great gusts of air now and trembling from the terrible, scorching pain in her butt. She tried to rise, shakily, and slipped, feeling her uncle's arm around her waist, lifting. She rose unsteadily to her feet in front of him, and now that her head was upright the tears spilled out of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. If she were embarrassed to have her bare pussy on display there was no sign as she just stood, sobbing and breathing hard, the very picture of misery and contrition.

Dan watched as she shuffled slowly back across the room, rubbing her tearstained eyes before exchanging a glance with Susie. She hovered by the sofa, afraid to sit. Shaking his hand back to life, he gestured silently to Susie, unsure whether he could actually go through with it. As Susie rose in readiness, Dan looked away and over at Jill who, since the first spank, had remained silent. He wanted to see if he could find either approval or dismay in her expression. There was neither, but something in her eyes he couldn't quite read, a glint he couldn't quite put a name to. She seemed to be breathing harder and deeper than earlier, a sympathetic reaction perhaps to her daughter's ordeal?


Family Misfortunes Ch. 02



On account of driving, Dan Ferris had restricted himself to just the one small glass of wine during the meal. His little sister Jill, on the other hand, had knocked back four large ones with ease. As a consequence, he was sound of mind whereas she could barely get back into the car without help from her brother. In the heave-ho, his strong hands inadvertently found her soft breasts, eliciting a lustful giggle and an exclamation of: "Ooh Dan!"

Dan's cheeks reddened though thankfully the dark of night hid his shame. Having finally hauled her into place in the passenger seat amid a struggle that belied her tiny frame, the rugged firefighter leaned across to strap in the floundering beauty. And a beauty she was: prettier and more elegant than ever he'd accredited. It wasn't his imagination that all eyes in the restaurant had been on her and one diner had even been so bold as to enquire her phone number. Tactfully she'd declined.

As Dan bent, seatbelt buckle in hand, he gazed deep into her expressive blue irises lit by the light above her head. Basking in the attention of the most fanciable man in the restaurant, Jill craned forward, causing their lips to brush momentarily. His natural reaction to ease away, Dan found a tiny hand on his shoulder, holding him in place and urging. Putting any natural inhibitions to the back of his mind, he allowed himself to be cajoled into a tender kiss.

Yet, with the kiss turning quickly into a full blown, tongue-exploring embrace, the madness of the whole charade hit home on his sober brain. Jill, however, experiencing no such inhibition or remorse, shut her eyes tight and savoured the moment. Tilting his head and paying no heed to his brain, Dan returned the kiss with verve, marvelling in the feel of his sister's velvet soft lips. Soon enough those lips eased apart once more and the siblings embedded eager tongues in one another's mouths with passion. "Not here," stated Dan, easing away and seizing control of the situation.

Yet in those very words came the implication: not here, but somewhere else.

Jill beamed in anticipation. Slamming the passenger door shut, her brother walked around the car, taking a moment to ingest some much needed air. Climbing in beside his lovely sibling, their eyes met once more, locking. Breaking the spell, she was first to speak: "Sorry Dan, I've been a naughty girl leading you on like this, haven't I?"

Dan regarded her for a moment before responding: "Yes you have."

She nodded, her reply straightforward: "I think you know what I need. I have to know what it feels like too," she revealed with a nervous bite of the lip.

Dan issued a hefty sigh, the palm of his hand itching in readiness. Yet it was nothing compared to the itch between Jill's legs. As she shifted in the car seat, tiny droplets of arousal gathered in her soft and downy pubic hair. The seed of indiscretion having been sown and mutual consent assured, the fifteen-minute journey home was conducted in heightened silence.

"I'll just go check on the girls," Jill imparted as they stood on the threshold but, before she was able, Dan hefted her up in his big, strong firefighter arms before proceeding to the bedroom.

"I'm going to give you the spanking of your life," he revealed, still cradling her slender frame and causing a shudder, not only at the implication but in the masterful tone of his voice. "I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you like I spanked the girls this morning."

In Jill's alcohol-laced brain, the bravado of earlier diminished and panic finally blossomed, spreading through her body to quicken her pulse and knot her stomach. Her throat was dry and she could barely raise a word so it was left to her brother to speak for both: "Being a naughty girl makes you hot, doesn't it huh Jill? I bet you're already wet just thinking about what I'm going to do to you. Am I right?"

Dan let her down on the bed and moved towards the door to lock it shut, signalling no escape. Her heart was pounding like a metronome as he turned. She eased away like a pair of repelling magnets as he addressed her: "I asked you a question."

His words were firm and authoritative, prompting her to reply: "Yes I am. I'm soaking wet."

He sat on the edge of the bed as she cowered up by the pillows. "Get here now," he commanded.

Jill swallowed hard but obeyed, shuffling over on her knees, hands outstretched and stomach flat across her brother's thighs. "Now spread your legs!"

With a moan of despair, Jill complied, the motion met with the order: "WIDER!"

Her stocking-clad legs parted more fully until she was balanced on the toes of her high heels, head bowed, anticipating and dreading the feel of Dan's firm hand. Her cunt was so wet the juices had soaked through her panties and were dripping down her inner thighs. Carefully Dan rolled the skirt up her backside, exposing it inch by inch until it was in a concertina around his sister's waist.

He took a moment to sample the gorgeous curvature of a lily white arse, speckled with fearful goosebumps. Jill waited in anticipation, wondering if perhaps he'd undergone a change of heart. Thus, the first smack, when it did arrive, fell unexpectedly. WHACK! The second followed hot on its heels and, before she knew it, Jill had taken six spankings before the pain set in. "Ow-eeeeeee," she squealed, finally voicing her feelings.

More blows fell in rapid succession on that cute bare bottom, each propelling a gasp of pain from her lips, more breath than voice, causing her legs to flail with every swat. WHACK! "Aaaaaarrrrrrh!" WHACK! "Hhhaaaaang!" WHACK! "Hhhaaaaaoh!"

Soon Dan had to wrap his free arm around his petite sister's waist, just to hold her in place on his lap. One shoe worked its way off Jill's foot and hung by a strap around her ankle. Swat after swat after terrible blistering swat he imparted. And if he abated for just a moment to allow the circulation to return to his hand, Jill would be begging him under her breath not to stop. WHACK! "Hhhaaaaah!" WHACK! "Hhhrraaaaag!" WHACK! "Hhhaaangaah!"

Two minutes in, Jill's cheeks were aglow as her brother delivered a serious butt-scorching. The heated flush of her face, her peg-like nipples, the moisture seeping from her cunt and the retracting hood of her clit had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with yielding to her powerful punisher, helpless and controlled. It was what she'd always craved in a lover and had so far in life been denied. WHACK! The next blow drove her mons against Dan's leg and the orgasm hit with a hurricane-like fury.

* * *

"Listen...did you hear that?"

"W-what?" replied a drowsy Hayley, looking up from the bed to see the outline of her cousin bolt upright like she'd just awoken from some terrible dream.

Yet, over the teens' heavy breathing came the unmistakable sound of smacked flesh from the next door bedroom. "Mum?" gasped Hayley, coming quickly to her senses.

"Dad?" responded Susie, equally shocked.

"Ohhhhmyyyyyygoddd," they chorused, before settling down to concentrate their hearing.

As if to leave no doubt as to what was going on just a few steps down the landing, Jill's squeals were clearly pronounced on the still night air, each following on from a snapshot belter. As their eyes became accustomed to the dark and their dirty little minds went into overdrive, both girls mentally visualised the scene: Hayley's mother draped over the lap of Susie's father.

Susie was first to move from the bed, crouching to place her ear up against the wall. She was quickly followed by Hayley who didn't want to miss out, the pair of blonde beauties stark naked and still glowing from their earlier lovemaking. Susie felt Hayley drape herself over her back, purring as a rogue hand slid between her spread legs. In no time Hayley was rubbing her cousin's clit eagerly as they listened to Jill being given the spanking of her life.

* * *

Next door, his hand wringing with dull pain, finally Dan relented. The seemingly ceaseless punishment had ended, allowing his younger sister to catch her breath. She hunched her pussy against his leg and cried out with release as he let her ride out a second climax in peace. Seeing her squirm on his lap like that, Dan sighed with lust. Touching her flesh and watching her cum not once but twice had understandably made him feel as horny as hell. As he allowed Jill to come down from her high, he felt his cock slowly inflating, the blood pulsing to the throbbing purple tip.

When Jill showed no sign of moving off and away, he knew he just had to have her and that she wanted him. Smoothing apart her stocking-clad legs so as to gain unrestricted access to her gaping pussy, he plunged two thick fingers straight into her cunt without any warning or preparation. Jill moaned at the intrusion, but it was a moan borne of pure lust. She'd been dying to be penetrated all day, aching for the contact.

As Dan busily worked his fingers in and out of her dripping snatch, rapidly she regained the pre-orgasmic plateau of moments earlier. "Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, ahhhh, yessssss," she hissed. "My clit, rub my clit," she begged.

Dan located the little love button with ease. He'd have been blind not to, so swollen and sensitive was it. His fingers squelched on impact, causing Jill to shriek loudly. Working her up into a rare state, slowly he withdrew the sopping wet digits. The action was met by the accompaniment of Jill's pleading objections as she squirmed on his lap. He silenced her by slipping two gooey fingers into her mouth and twisting. When she had sucked them clean and thanked him in hushed tones, he stood, lifting her slender body and tossing it onto the bed unceremoniously.

Don't leave me, she begged inside her head, too breathless to voice the plea. But Dan wasn't done by a long straw. Legs akimbo, she watched him undress, idly rubbing her clit to maintain the feelings inside. She drank in the sight of her older brother's powerfully built frame, paying special attention to the thick, muscular arm that had powered his punishing hand into the rumps of all three females that day. Dan turned away from the bed and took down his trousers, then lowered his boxer shorts to reveal an arse that was strong and muscular.

Yet the best was yet to come as he turned slowly around, fully naked at last. Her jaw dropped, eyes as wide as ping-pong balls. Her finger even ceased its dalliance with her engorged clit. Her legs began to come together, driven perhaps by an instinct for self-preservation. "OH...MY...LORD," she breathed, barely audible, eyes riveted to his crotch. "It...it's...it's huge!" she revealed. "It's as thick as my arm!"

* * *

In the next door bedroom, Susie and Hayley issued a simultaneous gasp. Susie raised her forearm in demonstration. "Oh I want some of that," Hayley mumbled under her breath, stroking her cousin's wrist.

"Mmm, so do I," Susie confessed without a hint of guilt.

Both girls giggled throatily. "You are one filthy bitch," Hayley whispered. "Your own father!"

"Look who's talking," Susie replied in mock exasperation.

"Shush," Hayley ordered, waving her hand. "I think he's going to put it in her."

* * *

Separated by just six inches of cavity wall, Jill reached out a tentative little hand to wrap around her brother's massive cock. Despite squeezing until Dan was forced to suck in air painfully, thumb and forefinger remained some way apart. She stared at the mighty staff with awe bordering upon reverence, letting her hand slide up the shaft, then back down, appraising its rugged feel before cradling the bloated plum of a head. Then she smiled and said simply: "Fuck me, Dan."

She watched as he moved in closer on his knees to shadow her, felt him position the head of his cock to stroke up an inner thigh and rub all over her pussy, gathering moisture. She reached up and took hold of each strong shoulder. Wincing at the inevitable pressure as he angled, Jill closed her eyes. No easy task, Dan eased off for a moment before trying again, stronger this time, and she felt herself stretching, yielding and accepting him into her. "Oh, god, it's so big," she moaned into his shoulder.

Jill could feel her passage contracting as if trying to force out the immense invader. Had she not been so aroused, the task would have been nye on impossible. Yet with patience he pressed in again, re-seating the bulbous cockhead in her cunt hole, before taking two more gentle strokes. Making progress he pressed farther, forcing the giant tool up the narrow channel inch by inch by thick powerful inch. Jill squeezed her eyes shut once more and nibbled at her bottom lip. This hurt far more than the spanking, but was every bit as enjoyable.

Slowly and patiently, Dan worked the thick manhood into a tight and tiny cunt that squeezed so snugly every millimetre of progress was a huge effort. Stroke by stroke, repositioning and stopping and re-starting, he pushed deeper until at last he felt the blunt head hit the entrance to her womb. Try as he might, there was a top inch of shaft that would go no further. Jill's eyes flew open at the sensation and she voiced her mind in revered and breathless tones. "Oh my God, Dan, that was harder than giving up my cherry. I can't believe how stretched I am."

* * *

Close by and with just a thin wall to separate them, cousins Susie and Hayley knelt, breasts pressed together and listening intently. Each girl had her head over her cousin's shoulder and an arm around her back. Below, Susie's other hand busily frigged Hayley's pussy whilst Hayley worked Susie's clit with her thumb. Their hands drenched and sore, each girl had cum twice already and there was no sign of their intense mutual masturbation abating.

All their attention was tuned to the sounds coming from Jill's bedroom who for her part had now managed to climax three times, each sounding more powerful than the last. The girls listened in awe as the bed creaked painfully, as Dan grunted and huffed and Jill whimpered and moaned. At the same time they rubbed one another's blonde pussies with open palms, stroking the whole mound, letting fingers ride between slick pink lips and sweeping clits with broad strokes, lubing up all of the delectable soft flesh with cunt-honey.

Two sweet mouths pressed into two soft shoulders to muffle the sounds of raging teenage orgasms. Fingers were a blur as hips undulated desperately against them, seeking even greater release. The girls came hard and deep and long, their enormous sexual tension finally satiated. As one, the beautiful cousins lifted their heads and joined in a kiss, brushing lips softly together, affirming their mutual love. Each girl kept her palm cupped over the other's bare pussy mound, unwilling to break the intimate contact.

But eventually they had to, the crouched positions becoming painful. Climbing haltingly to their feet and into Hayley's bed together once more, the sound of humping continued to drift through the wall as they spooned one another in turn.

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Next door, the siblings were reaching the point of no return. From beneath, Jill watched her brother's face grow tight and the tension build where she gripped his biceps. Despite her own three orgasms under his tutelage, she had yet to feel his cum gush into her. It was something she wanted more than anything else in the world. She needed to be filled. "Cum, big brother," she whispered, looking deeply into his eyes, "Cum for me. Cum inside me. Let me feel it."

He pulled nearly out of her, and began short-stroking her tight cunt faster and faster. His breath was pained-sounding. Then with a shuddering groan he plunged deep. For a moment Jill's head swam and she feared he might have split her open. However, the pain was quickly soothed by a fourth stupendous orgasm that took her quite by surprise. Her fingernails tore at his shoulder blades. "Uhn! Uhn! Aahh! Aaaaahng!"

As Dan exhaled, Jill felt the flood pouring into her like a fountain, felt the impact of the spurts and the sudden heat. Her pussy filled to overflowing before her womb devoured his thick creamy seed. And then he was fucking her once more with long, deep strokes, pumping out the last reserves of sperm, sliding slowly down from his post-orgasmic slope. As he softened a little, he was able to shove more cock inside until finally, triumphantly he was completely buried. They held in position, both marvelling at the feel. When his eyes regained focus, she lifted her head up to kiss him.

Dan eased the subsiding erection slowly out of a clutching cunt that seemed unwilling to give up its treasured prize. When eventually the head did come free with a discernible plop, he rolled over onto his back beside her, lifting an arm and inviting her underneath.

Yet Jill had other ideas, wriggling down the bed until her head was at his crotch, watching his mammoth cock now softened and contracted and resting on his belly. She lifted it to her lips and started to lick up the gooey blend of semen and pussy juice that liberally coated her brother's cock and balls. "You're insatiable," he breathed contentedly.

"Just cleaning up after myself like a good little girl," Jill replied. "I wouldn't want to earn another spanking for sloppiness, would I now?"

She continued to wash his cock with her tongue, collecting mouthfuls of cream and swallowing happily. When finally she was done, the invite of earlier was accepted and she slid beneath his arm, resting a reddened cheek on his right breast.

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They remained in one another's arms for an hour until Dan felt a torrid pressure in his bladder. Heading off to gain relief, it was only when he reached the bathroom door that it dawned on him how inappropriately dressed he was. He was after all a guest in his sister's house and there were teenaged girls at close proximity.

Indeed, at the very moment he eased back the bathroom door, Hayley's door opened and uncle and niece stood face to face in the half light. He was stark bollock naked whilst she had on just a cotton light figure hugging nightie. "Um, after you Hayley," he offered, holding the door and ushering her past, sniffing subconsciously at the air as she brushed by.

She utterly reeked of pussy. Looking down, he saw his cock twitch and stand to attention. As he waited his turn, from inside he could hear his niece's delicate pee splash the bowl beneath her and little moans as the trickle cascaded over sore pink folds. Within moments his cock was stood bolt upright. It was so hard it hurt, more so with the pressure from his aching bladder. As Hayley flushed, he waited in anticipation.

To be continued...



Family Misfortunes Ch. 03



Warning: contains some mild water games.

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Such was the intense pressure on Dan Ferris' bladder that he found himself shifting from one foot to the other as teenaged niece Hayley finished up in the bathroom. Hearing the tap run as she washed her hands brought a sense of anticipated relief quickly followed by a painful tingle in his loins. He was utterly desperate to go. The more the water sloshed the sink bowl, the more his cock throbbed. Thankfully at least the impressive slab of manhood had morphed into a semi-hard state of arousal that was more conducive to pissing.

Finally, when it felt like he might burst, the door opened and Hayley eased herself out, brushing past her unashamedly naked and waiting uncle. "All yours," she whispered in a seductive timbre, accompanied by a cheery smile and a wiggle of the same butt that earlier in the day Dan had spanked raw.

All yours! Now there was a thought. In fact it quickly became than a thought, manifesting itself in a physical reaction as the blood gushed back into his penis, inflating it obscenely. Despite an overwhelming desperation to get inside and pee, Dan's eyes instinctively followed his sexy little niece's progress back down the landing to her bedroom. Before she opened the door, Hayley ensured to reach down and scratch her bum, in the process exposing half a gorgeous buttock.

Dan sighed longingly beneath his breath, feasting on the sight. Hayley hesitated and looked back over a shoulder momentarily before escaping inside. Shaking the feelings of guilt from his messed-up brain to enter the bathroom, Dan discovered he was now so hard that peeing was physically impossible. Standing cock in hand and straining so hard his eyes slanted, nothing happened. Yet it throbbed as if about to explode.

The dual purpose tool, it seemed, had the overriding need to cum, not piss, the only solution being to satisfy its urging. Yet it was churlish to waste such a stonker in masturbation. Dan craved cunt, tight wet cunt. Popping his head back around the bathroom door, the naked firefighter heard Jill's gentle and contented snoring from her room, that avenue closed.

Gazing further afield, he observed Hayley's door slightly ajar, a mesmerising dim light burning an amber glow in the darkness. He was magnetised subconsciously to the threshold like a moth. Lifting a strong hand and, dismissing the reservations haunting his brain and that wore as heavily as the pee on his bladder, he pushed inside. Hayley looked up, anything but surprised to see him. She issued a throaty welcome: "Hi, Uncle Dan. You took your time."

"I...I shouldn't be here," he said lamely.

Yet instead of turning around, he moved in closer to where, stretched out on the single bed, the girl's nightie was hauled up in a concertina to reveal a flat white belly and the lower reaches of her boobs. Her nipples pointed markedly under the stripy cotton top. Hayley's legs were parted alluringly and already a hint of dew glistened on the pouty lips. It was a real sight to behold for a horny 40-year old that had been starved of sex for months on end until his sister had quenched the need earlier. Having re-discovered the joys of sex, he had an insatiable appetite for me.

As Hayley sat up to greet him, she skimmed the nightie clear so as to leave no doubt in either of their minds. In truth, the 18-year old beauty wanted it as much, if not more. Her cousin Susie's lips and fingers on her cunt were hot, but nothing compared to a thick and meaty cock. A lick of the lips upon seeing the raging hard-on was accompanied a hoarse moan of lust. Shifting sideways into profile, she beckoned her uncle to sit down and join her.

Momentarily Dan forgot the overbearing urge to piss though it remained, adding an extra facet to the mix of feelings in his wanton body. Powerful chest heaving, Hayley felt small in his presence. Yet that merely added to the expectation and anticipation of the fuck of her young life. A tender kiss on the forehead and a stroke of the girl's golden mane that was more akin to an uncle / niece relationship belied the heated urges that provided an undercurrent of taboo desire.

As Dan outstretched, Hayley placed both tiny hands on her uncle's inner thighs and stroked lovingly, causing Dan's cock to jerk and harden even more, before it was even touched. The added pressure exacerbated the tingly sensations in his bladder until it became almost unbearable. Dan threw back his head and, looking up to the heavens, exhaled deeply. This moment was up there with the best feelings he'd ever enjoyed during a sex life that spanned three decades.

Unhurriedly and savouring every moment of the seduction, Hayley stroked sensuously, marvelling in the effect her little hands were having on this much older man. When a stray nipple grazed the eye, Dan very nearly came. The nymphette had teasing down to a fine art. Her hands continued to stroke all around the cock she craved, driving her uncle wild. Finally, when he could take it no longer, Hayley wrapped a set of slender digits tightly around the shaft. As in her mother's case, thumb and index finger failed to make contact. "Oh myyyyyyy, Uncle Dan" she purred, rubbing up and down the proud manhood.

Reaching across, in return Dan stroked her unruly blonde locks tenderly. "Oh baby that feels so good," he managed through gritted teeth as she caressed the pained organ with the tenderest of touches.

"It's so hot," Hayley whispered, tongue coursing its way around her delightful lips.

And hot it was -- quite literally, on account of the full bladder that threatened to erupt through his belly at any moment like a volcano. Hayley spent a good few minutes caressing and soothing away the underlying ache until she was masturbating her uncle liberally. Stopping for a moment, she exchanged a knowing glance, reading his filthy mind. And when a few stray strands of golden hair were flicked behind an ear, followed by a sexy pout, Dan knew his wish was about to be granted. The very thought nearly caused him to cum or piss, or both. Settling back on elbows, he waited with bated breath.

Grinning from ear to ear, the little minx dipped her head and pursed her lips, bearing down on the bulbous plum of a pulsing cockhead. The pointed tip of her tongue found the eye and dipped in, liberating a generous glob of precum. Stretching open her mouth as wide as her facial muscles would allow, Hayley was just able to fit the bloated knob in, though it felt akin to having ingested a cricket ball. Dan continued to stroke the soft mane of hair, encouraging the girl on. He was eager to fit the whole cock in, a task no past lover had ever accomplished.

And the underlying threat that he might pee in her mouth at any moment both scared and turned him on no end in equal amounts.

One hand stroking the fat shaft as she sucked purposefully on the spongy head, Hayley's other hand slipped idly between her thighs. Two fingers snaked their way inside a soft and moistening pussy and soon she was groaning on the tool she slavered upon.

Interpreting her wantonness with the experience of years, Dan adjusted to lie lengthwise on the bed, inviting his sexy young niece to reposition so that her knees were up by his shoulders and she crouched over him. A gleeful Hayley wasted no time in climbing into place, her tight cunt itching with anticipation. Gazing up, Dan was greeted by a hot wet teen pussy that was bathed in the dim glow of the nightlight. It puckered and pouted a foot above his face, droplets of arousal gathering in numbers inside the mass of pink folds.

Reaching up, Dan took a firm hold of each buttock like two softballs, kneading firmly with large strong hands. The powerful contact prompted Hayley to mewl, the sounds partly muted by the snug knob plugged in her mouth. As the buns compressed in his palms, unable to resist Dan drew back a big hand and spanked the right cheek twice. The motion hammered Hayley down his cock a little father, a thick inch of shaft lodging in her mouth. Changing hands, Dan delivered a brace of smacks to the left buttock. Unlike earlier, however, these were sensual spanks that sent a shiver through Hayley's entire body and made her suck as if her life depended on it.

Continuing to paw purposefully, Dan stretched the tiny anal crevice and caused his niece's cunt lips to rub together. A delicious sight, he had a strange yearning. In a quarter of a decade making love to over fifty women, never before had Dan felt the remotest urge to kiss or lick a lover's arsehole. Yet at that moment it seemed the most erotic thing he could imagine doing. Lifting his head between her legs Dan pressed the tip of his tongue to Hayley's lovely pinky-brown ring, delivering long exuberant strokes that send the lustful girl wild. The motion forced her mouth deeper down his cock until the teenager's lips were close to her stroking hand.

Dan proceeded to lick and lap her anus into a wet frenzy, leaving a deposit of warm saliva around the rim. Pleasantly satisfied at having fed his curiosity, he guided his tongue slide south to nestle at her pussy opening. It slid through his teeth and up inside her readily, the slick pink lips parting to accommodate the welcome intruder. Her knees splayed sideways, Hayley pushed down on her uncle's face, craving more.

At the same time, taking her hand away from the shaft, the eager-to-please girl tried her hardest to deepthroat an imperious cock that was half-buried in her sweet mouth. Yet, when the blunt tip touched her tonsils and activated the gag reflex, both realised that the task was beyond even this talented young cocksucker. Instead she worked with what she was able, letting her mouth slide three quarters of the way down and then back again until she was working at a steady rhythm.

Reciprocating unselfishly, Dan lashed his tongue into the labyrinth of moist girlie folds, searching out her g-spot. After a minute of orally excavating the hot cunt, he located it, her young body going into an uncontrollable series of spasms, followed by an unashamed orgasm that almost made her cry with pleasure.

In the process, Dan found his lips were peppered with her pungent love juices, inspiring him to plunge beyond the g-spot, seeking out the hidden depths beyond. His niece, it seemed, had multiple g-spots for each new lick brought wave upon wave of fresh pleasure, tingling lust and an overwhelming desire to get her uncle's whole face in her cunt if only that were possible.

Her midriff wracked with pleasure, Hayley screwed down further until her knees were almost flat, scraping her clit back and forth on Dan's nose. Within moments the protuberance was soaked. At the other end, her mouth was plunging faster now, suctioning his cock, cheeks collapsing around the stiff dick. Quickening the pace until her lips were sore, she was delighted at the grunts of approval slipping from Dan's mouth and reverberating back up her love channel.

As a reward for the intense feelings she was imparting on his cock, the rugged firefighter re-positioned his face, pinpointing the pink clit and sucking on it hard. Crazed with ecstasy, Hayley began to oscillate her hips, each movement causing the soft wet mound to rub her uncle's features repeatedly. Manhandling the lovely pair of buns above him, Dan was just about able to hold her still long enough to curl his tongue around the throbbing nub of pleasure. It felt as if he might suffocate and die at any moment, but what a way to go, smothered in hot soaking young pussy!

A volley of serious tongue-lashings administered to the gaping slit, he brought Hayley to the verge of a second climax. Yet, despite her own arousal and urge to shriek, not for one second did the girl cease sliding her mouth up and down his oversized pole, even if every plunge stretched her mouth and brought a blunt thud of cockhead to the back of the throat. All the while, a tiny, loving hand cradled, squeezed and stroked her uncle's balls, urging them to explode. "Oh Christ I'm close," he announced, his chin drenched in her errant juices.

He heard a purr and felt her mouth slide off the tip, her hand starting to beat his meat vigorously as she urged him to cum for her. What with a painful bladder full of ready-to-go piss, it made for a heady cocktail for Dan as her hand blurred upon the quivering shaft. And then, when it came, he very nearly passed out, grunting as the orgasm arrived with the ferocity of a tsunami.

Hayley hadn't time to decide where she wanted the prize delivery and, not quick enough to crane her head in time to take it in her mouth, instead the powerful jet of creamy seed splattered obscenely on her pert tits, covering them in an icing effect. "Oh my God!" she gasped, still wanking furiously at her uncle's huge cock, milking drop after drop until cum was hanging from each nipple like dewdrops.

As it deflated, the pain in Dan's bladder reached fever pitch, so much so that he very nearly blacked out a second time. Almost completely soft now and shrivelled to a more modest size, he was unable to control his bladder any longer. Out shot a thick line of steamy pee like a jet from one of his fire hoses.

Hayley shrieked with unadulterated glee as her breasts were washed clean of her uncle's semen in the violent propulsion. She held onto the cock and directed the jet at each nipple until his bladder had relented every last drop. The sheets beneath them resembled a waterbed that had burst. Had it not been for the impish grin on her face, Dan could have been forgiven for feeling guilt.

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In the next bedroom along the landing, Susie stirred in the early hours. Rolling over she found that cousin Hayley had gone. A real disappointment, her pussy was aching to be touched once more. She also had a raging thirst in the dry heat. Wondering how she might satiate both needs, she alighted the bed. Easing out onto the landing, sounds from downstairs made her ears prick. They seemed to be coming from the kitchen. And unless she was very much mistaken, the washing machine was rumbling away. Who on earth would be up doing washing at this godforsaken hour?

Curious, Dan's daughter tiptoed to the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky ones on the way down. The churning of the washing machine grew ever louder the lower she got, until she found herself at the foot of the stairs, heart racing. Like a ballet dancer she proceeded to the kitchen door, eyes bulging at the sight that greeted her. Her father had Hayley bent over the washing machine and was fucking the life out of her from behind. His powerful man-strokes and vibrations from the labour saving device had conspired to bring a moaning Hayley to the verge of orgasm.

Lifting the nightie, Susie began to rub at her wanton pussy as the splayed Hayley panted feverishly. Every so often her father's huge cock would slip out, allowing Susie a tantalising glimpse of its imperious dimensions before he'd shove it back in again and recommence the urgent cunt-pumping. This went on for five feverish minutes, his strong thighs slapping Hayley's delicate arse cheeks repeatedly as he pounded her into oblivion. Nibbling her bottom lip, Susie matched the motion with two fingers, guiltily wishing it was her on the washing machine instead of Hayley.

Suddenly her father gasped and unloaded his wad in the prone teenager who banged her fists violently on the work surface as she screeched. Susie came hard too, conveying the bounty to her lips. Pirouetting, she made good the escape before she was caught.

But, unbeknown to her, she had been caught. As he thrust manically into Hayley's accommodating cunt, Dan had caught a reflection in the mirror on a cupboard. Too far gone to stop, he watched as his daughter pleasured herself behind. Marginally prettier than the girl he was pounding and with a larger cup size, her masturbating presence foreshortened the fuck and hastened his climax. Not that Hayley minded unduly, as the thick semen gush brought about a sixth orgasm since bedtime and with it welcome relief to her stretched young pussy.

* * *

As Dan climbed onto the sofa to bed down in the early hours, he had only one thought in mind. Yet he was wracked with guilt at the very idea. However, it was undeniable that, whilst finishing off with Hayley, it was Susie he imagined beneath him.

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There's scope for another chapter, don't you think? Watch this space for Chapter 4. Any feedback in the meantime is, as ever, welcomed.



Family Misfortunes Ch. 04



As the first sprinklings of light dusted the room and rabid seagull cackle filled the air, Dan Ferris awoke with an exaggerated jolt. Immediately the ache in his lower legs reminded the stocky firefighter where he was: on his sister Jill's cramped couch in the house by the coast. In many ways Dan would be glad when the whole escapade was over and he was back home in the comfort of the luxuriant kingsize bed that previously he'd taken for granted.

Yet in other ways Dan could be forgiven for wishing to prolong the stay as thoughts of the previous night's amazing dalliance with his sexy sister came to mind. There was no denying he'd give his right arm for a repeat. Then there was the delicious tasting pussy of her daughter Hayley, the awesome blowjob she offered in return and their wild fuck session up against the washing machine. But to top it all, they'd been spied upon not-so-secretly by Susie, his horny little daughter. Far from turning and fleeing in disgust, she'd watched with salacious glee. Dan could barely fathom the incredible turn of events.

With time -- and a hard cock -- on his hands, Dan reflected upon the bizarre chronology that had led him to Jill's door.

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The absolute origin was doubtless when wife Sandra ran off with the travelling salesman almost three years ago. Susie had been fifteen then and in her last year of school, resolute in the refusal to uproot and follow her mother to Wales. Hence, against common protocol, she remained in her father's charge.

Overjoyed at first at avoiding becoming an only too typical once-a-fortnight father, Dan was protective of his daughter, overly so perhaps, and the harmony was not to last long. The break-up of her parent's marriage becoming the catalyst for all the ills in her life, the inevitable happened to Susie: she failed her exams, consequently a decent job was impossible to find and pretty soon she became the teenaged handful that Dan really could do without.

His own life having been rocked by the separation, work failed to offer the solace he craved. Indeed, it almost broke his resolve. His chosen career having undergone an about turn in light of the tragic events of 9/11, like all in the emergency services he was faced with constant training, screening and re-training, the anticipation of a similar atrocity afflicting the UK hanging heavy like a dark spectre. It made for a stressful existence. When July 2005 afflicted London, turning the constant dress rehearsals into stark reality, sadly Susie started to become forgotten.

From that point forward it was an all-too-familiar tale: she fell in with the wrong crowd, started drinking and coming in at all hours and doing all those things that can cause any normal parent to despair, let alone one who was on the verge of a breakdown. But tough and determined even in the face of adversity, Dan battled to keep on top.

A glimmer of hope arrived when he secretly discovered that Susie had found herself a guy. If nothing else, he hoped this might bring some semblance of stability to her life. Eighteen by then, it was about time she grew up to become the young lady her early childhood had promised.

In the meantime, as one day blurred into the next, like many of his ilk, the pressures took a heavy toll and Dan found himself rely more and more on alcohol. At the end of one particularly strenuous week, he hit the bottle in a major way. In fact, even by Dan's standards it was a bender to beat all benders. Crashing home paralytic in the early hours, somehow he managed to wedge himself behind the sofa before sleep descended like a dark veil.

His awakening came courtesy of the doorbell and, for all he knew, he could have been out for days. The bell droned an ear-splitting cacophony that made him grimace. Shaking like a palm tree in a hurricane, he could hear the distant sound of voices echoing softly in the hallway. "Come through," sounded Susie's voice, annoyingly cheerful in comparison to how shitty Dan felt.

In fact, it was only when the last remaining trace of sleep was shaken off that he found himself caught in the throes of THE hangover from Hell. His brain felt ready to explode, he was shaking like crazy and felt as weak as a newborn kitten. His first and only instinct was to remain precisely where he was -- behind the sofa -- and hope that Susie would take her boyfriend up to her room.

Self preservation aside, the last thing he wanted right at that moment was to be discovered by his impressionable young daughter in this crude and unforgivable state, given the lectures he'd hectored her with on the evils of alcohol. Hardly an example to set the teenager, he remained deadly still, quite appropriate for the catatonic state in which he found himself.

To his utter dismay, however, Susie came through into the sitting room, the sound of lips smacking lips close above. To make matters even worse, the pair plumped down on the very sofa behind which Dan sought refuge. His heart pounded deafeningly, bringing untold pain as it reverberated through a brain that felt as if it might explode any moment. Even Susie's dulcet tones sounded like those of a cackling witch: "I've been thinking about you ever since last time," she revealed. "I've thought of nothing else."

The hint of desperation in the candid admission caused Dan to shake his head in disgust. Weren't girls supposed to play hard-to-get? Wasn't it the guy's job to do all the running? The shaking motion merely made Dan's brain crash against his skull excruciatingly, unleashing untold torture. A fighting fit Dan Ferris would have been up on his feet and fronting out the young beau by now. And at the first sign of disrespect, fists would have been flying in the young man's direction. Yet he couldn't have moved if he wanted to, rigid like in death, though death would have been too easy a let-off. No word yet from the boyfriend, Susie prompted: "Have you been thinking about me too?"

The words heaped more misery on Dan. She was so pretty that self-doubt shouldn't even be present. The girl could practically have any man she wanted. "Hmm," replied her boyfriend. "Maybe you need to remind me what I've been missing..."

Dan's face clouded with a quizzical look. Still not himself by any stretch of the imagination, he could be forgiven for hearing things. Yet it was a voice he recognised, if not one he could readily place. One thing was certain, however: this was no boy. "Do that little thing you like to do for me," rang out the manly baritone voice.

Susie cooed. "Ooh, my little lapdance thingy you mean?"

"Hmm, yeah. And make it good."

"You want me to take my top off while I do it?"

From his position beneath, Dan could barely believe his ears. His precious little eighteen-year old daughter daughter was turning into a slut in his presence. And yet he was impotent to do anything about it. His only hope was they'd disappear upstairs shortly and not subject him to any more torture. That would afford him the opportunity of freshening up and gaining some succour. Suffice to say, the guy would be smashed into tomorrow by the time Dan was finished with him. Yet the very thought of physical violence made him sick and, in any event, whilst they remained on the sofa he was effectively powerless. "You like my titties?" Susie enquired, heaping more misery on her father.

"Yeah honey I love your titties," observed the guy less than enthusiastically, causing Dan's lip to curl. "Now get over here and start doing what you do best -- being a slut."

Even those harsh words directed at his only child, his lovely daughter, couldn't coerce Dan into action. He was just too beat up by the booze, lifeless and lethargic, a mess of a man. Bemoaning the situation inwardly, it was only then that finally he placed the voice, his red-streaked eyes expanding painfully.

It was almost too hard to bear, but Susie's lover was Tom Ross, their next door neighbour and Dan's supposed friend. That Ross was forty-four years old and married with kids caused a static surge that almost caused Dan to explode with rage. His fists clenched tight but that simply brought pain and more distress. Rationalising the situation, he concluded grudgingly that there was nothing he could do now. But later...well Ross could consider himself a dead man. "Mmm that's it, rub them in my face," the lecherous neighbour enthused, unwittingly taunting his mate.

From his worm's eye view, Dan watched as the sofa sagged with Susie's added weight on Ross' lap. Somehow exacerbating the torture, he could partially see what was happening through the gap between the seat and the back. Not that he needed to, for the pair were vocalising their every thought, providing an explicit commentary. "You like my nipples, Mr Ross?"

"Mmm yes," replied Ross, maintaining a deadpan tone.

The sofa squeaked and creaked and lots of panting could be heard as Dan tried to shut his eyes. Yet the pressure on the lids was too great, forcing them back open. "That's it Mr Ross, suck them for me. Ew-eeeeeee, that's it...now bite them...HARDER!"

Dan's ire rose to such a degree that he was almost prepared to stand up and halt the liaison immediately, irrespective of the consequences. Yet his body was as limp and lifeless as when he'd suffered pneumonia as a child and almost perished. It was totally incapable of movement. "Oh Mr Ross, you are such a dirty old man," Susie squealed as the sofa continued to bounce with her fervent lapdancing. "Mmm, I can feel your big cock getting hard."

The word 'cock' registered in Dan's fucked-up brain. Feeling down carefully, he frowned in dismay upon discovering that Ross' cock wasn't the only hard one in the room: his was obscenely aroused too. Sickeningly, he was getting turned on witnessing his own daughter seducing their neighbour, his pal, a man old enough to be her father and then some. Yet, there was no denying the erection. "You're a sick man, Dan Ferris," he said under his breath, brow furrowing.

Not that they'd have heard him, for by now his daughter was gyrating gymnastically on Ross' lap, grinding a panty-clad crotch into his midriff and rubbing and slapping her pert tits all over his smirking face. Ross had his hands around a flat waist that was so slender the fingertips almost met in the middle. Dan knew for, as the settee bounced, the gap increased until he could enjoy an almost uninterrupted view. Above her father's head, Susie's palms were pressed tight to the wall.

After a good five minutes of teasing and panting, the sofa finally stopped creaking and Susie alighted with a giggle. To Dan's relief the gap closed over and sight if not sound was cut off. Yet a pair of treacherous ears heard quite clearly Ross' jeans being unzipped then dragged from his legs by an eager young Susie. "Oh, Mr Ross, sooooooo big!" she gasped.

Unimpressed, Dan nursed his own slab of impressive manhood through the front of his jeans with deft fingers and the ball of his thumb.

"Well, don't just stand there," Ross said with disdain. "Get sucking my cock, you filthy little slut."

Dan felt his blood boil as the crude words almost forced him to his feet. Yet Susie merely giggled with glee upon hearing the order. Dan's heart plunged as he heard his teenaged daughter go down on his mate, her tongue lashing the head, followed by intent sucking. Occasionally Ross would tell her what a nasty little cocksucking whore she was, or words of similar sentiment. Thankfully, the gap in the sofa remained closed, denying Dan the opportunity to see, though in fairness the aural accompaniment to the oral feasting didn't need a visual presentation.

Lying there beneath them, Dan felt thoroughly despondent yet at the same time perversely excited. Manoeuvring carefully, he ran down his zip and fished out a real throbber. It stood proud in his hand and surely put Ross' cock to shame. As Susie plunged her head up and down her lover's jerking manhood, guiltily Dan squeezed and stroked his. In his mind, guiltily he wanted it to be him instead. "Oh baby, you are such a dirty fucking little cocksucker," Ross imparted in a hoarse tone. "Fuck, I'm going to cummmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh."

Dan grimaced as he heard a light moan from Susie, followed by the unmistakable gush of jism being ejaculated into the waiting receptacle that was Susie's sweet mouth. At the same time, Dan stifled a grunt as a thick rope of semen was pumped into the underside of the sofa. He barely dared to breath as Susie and Ross sat side by side exhaling deeply. Words were rare as they recovered. It was Susie that broke the silence. "Feel how wet I am," she suggested.

"Not now," countered her lover curtly, brushing the girl away and denying any thought of reciprocal pleasure. "I have to go look in on the kids."

Dan's teeth grinded together and the anticipated revenge took on a real viciousness.

"You'll come straight back?" Susie enquired pleadingly.

"Maybe, maybe not," Ross said with a shrug.

Suffice to say that that the half-promised liaison never came to fruition. After Ross went back home and Susie sought sanctuary in her room, Dan emerged from behind the sofa like a lion whose cubs had just been killed by a hunter. He flew next door and unashamedly pummelled Ross into a pulp.

In the fall-out, Susie was despatched to live with her aunt and cousin by the sea. A makeshift measure, it wasn't ideal, but was all he could come up with off the cuff. At least it got her away from the lecher living next door -- living, albeit through a straw. That was three weeks ago.

* * *

Three weeks later, morning's arrival in Jill's seaside home brought movement and soon Dan was sharing breakfast with three beautiful ladies, not quite sure where to look. Daylight had initiated guilt and words were sparing. Upon reflection, he wasn't sure whether his coming down here had improved matters or made them worse. Either way, it was time to go. "Right, I better be getting off home then," he announced.

Jill nodded her head in acknowledgement as Susie stared into her breakfast bowl. Singling out his daughter, Dan offered a heartfelt: "Promise me you won't mess up the rest of your life, Susie. You only get one chance..."

The girl continued to avoid his glance then, excusing herself hoarsely, fled tearfully from the table. "What did I say?" Dan appealed, hands raised in frustration.

"It's okay," Jill comforted. "I think Susie may have come to an important decision."

Dan looked back inquisitively. He could live to a hundred and not begin to understand the workings of the female brain. A minute's silence elapsed before his daughter's return, two full bags in hand. "Dad...um, if you'll have me, I'd like to come home with you."

Dan was dumbstruck, swallowing a huge lump in an arid throat. Hayley rose from the table and gave her cousin a huge hug, followed by an unashamed kiss on the lips. "Take care," she heralded. "I'll come and visit soon if Uncle Dan will allow it."

"Yes of course," he replied, finding a voice at last.

"Good luck," whispered Jill, rising to kiss her brother's neck. "With any luck we can all get together again soon under more pleasant circumstances."

The two teenagers looked sheepish, their embarrassment at having initiated the gathering covered by a joyous Dan. "I'd like that very much," he responded, standing to usher his daughter to the car before she had a chance to change her mind. "Um, maybe we can take a holiday together -- a proper family holiday."

"Yay!" Susie cried, immediately warming to the idea. "Yes, we must. Ooh, when we get home the first thing I'm going to do is buy a new bikini."

Dan was taken aback, overwhelmed at the positive response. Susie hadn't shown the slightest interest in going away since her mother walked out. Yet as a kid she'd lived for their trips during the summer, home and abroad. It was like she had been reprogrammed to her old self. A round of fervent goodbyes and farewell kisses preceded father and daughter hitting the road for the journey home, waved off enthusiastically by Jill and Hayley.

Susie kept the promise to herself, alighting in town to search out the sexiest summer outfit on sale. A pleasant afternoon, Dan headed back to the house whereupon he changed into cut-off jeans and a billowy shirt, taking the newspaper out into the garden. Neighbour Tom Ross, having convalesced from the beating three weeks earlier, looked back uneasily over the waist-high wall, a family barbecue about to start. Ross moved closer, forcing a smile. "Dan," he said with a simple dip of the chin, their friendship having been irretrievably condemned in the wake of the indiscretion.

"Tom," Dan replied, equally abruptly.

Both men stood idly, acknowledging a mutual guilt. "Look, um, why don't you come around and have a beer?" the neighbour offered, trying to broker an impasse.

Dan rubbed his chin. It was a generous gesture given what had occurred and he wasn't sure who had been the more hurt: Ross physically or he emotionally. But broken bones heal and bitter memories fade and there was nothing to be gained from bearing a grudge forever. Gesturing his counterpart closer, Dan imparted with a stern look: "Susie's coming home, Tom. It goes without saying that you if lay one finger on her I swear to God I'll finish the job."

Ross raised his hands in contrition, an agitated glance over the shoulder to ensure his wife wasn't in earshot. Evidently he'd managed to convince her he'd been set upon by a mugger in a desperate attempt to save their marriage. "Dan, I swear I'll never..." 

"Make sure you don't," Dan warned with a glare which quickly softened as his better nature prevailed. "Now, where's that beer?"

Ross issued a sigh of relief as Dan hauled his considerable frame onto and over the garden wall. Apart from his neighbour's school-aged kiddies who were tossing a Frisbee back and forth, the party was a middle-aged assemblage withs from either side, the men talking sport, the women discussing summer holidays. Grabbing a can from the ice barrel, Dan joined the men on one side. At times like this when his mind was occupied with other thoughts, Dan could be a good listener.

Twenty minutes later, a familiar voice from the next door garden alerted everyone. "Dad? Dad, where are you?"

He looked over the wall to see that Susie had arrived home from shopping duties. Moreover, she was already fashioning the new bikini she'd threatened to buy. All the men's eyes were drawn as she wiggled to the wall. "Well, what do you think?" she enquired, peering over and visible from the navel up.

The bikini was similar to one Paris Hilton had been pictured wearing in the newspaper and the bodily similarities between the socialite and his daughter were evident for all to see -- only too evident. In lemon yellow, the bikini top was little more than two miniscule triangles that barely covered her areolas threaded together by a spaghetti string. Despite Susie being pert by modern day standards, there was nonetheless an acre of breast on show. Partly obscured by the wall, God only knew what the bottom half resembled.

In a show of gentlemanly concern, Ross' brother Alan ambled to the wall to help Susie over. To the disdain of Alan's middle-aged wife, the filthy pervert's hands roamed everywhere as he lifted the slim and luscious teenager over. Susie was in her selfish element: in the presence of a handful of middle-aged men, all smitten with lust. As Tom Ross greeted Susie with a peck on the cheek, Dan shot his treacherous neighbour a glare, causing him to look away embarrassedly. Yet he could do nothing about the other three men who, by their reactions, looked as if they hadn't had sex in months.

Dan's eyes bulged when finally Susie was allowed to escape the scrum: the bikini bottom was indeed as skimpy as the top. With a tiny triangle that was barely larger than one of her clenched fists, it was somewhat fortuitous that Susie was freshly waxed. The unmistakable ridge where a pair of gorgeous teen pussy lips pressed the material was visible for all to see. "So...what you think?" she prompted, singling out her father's gaze and giving a little twirl.




Family Misfortunes Ch. 04



Snapping back to consciousness Dan replied: "It's, um, very nice."

Alan who had helped Susie over the wall was sweating profusely, licking his lips and doubtless engaged in lewd thoughts. All five guys at the barbecue wanted her -- including her own father. Susie moved among them like a ballerina, basking in the attention and not discouraging the odd copping a sneaky feel of her tight young butt.

She especially liked it when her father issued a look of dismay -- or was it jealousy? For all her best intentions, deep down Susie was fundamentally a bad girl when it came to sex. When she was hungry for it, there was no stopping her. The flirtation continued for half an hour as the men fought to control erections and roving hands.

When a front of inclement breeze swept the garden, Susie shivered, hands rubbing arms crosswise. Men of the world, all eyes were instinctively drawn to her chest for the telltale signs. Sure enough, her nipples pointed back like eraser heads. Susie lifted and shifted the tiny cups with her thumbs, but to no avail. Her nipples were rock solid. Five middle-aged men, including her own father, could look nowhere else.

In a fatherly show of concern, Dan unbuttoned hurriedly, slipping out of the old shirt and offering it to his tremulous daughter. Standing in close proximity, Susie couldn't help but admire the finely toned body that a man half her father's age would have been supremely proud of. Left in the shade body-wise, the other men tried to hold in their stomachs achingly, puffing out their puny chests as best they could.

Accepting the shirt gratefully, Susie wrapped herself tight, marvelling in the heat that radiated from her father's strong body. The shirttails stood at knee height on the petite teenager, sadly obscuring the flesh fest of earlier. Susie wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing away purposefully, the powerful aroma of daddy that seeped from the fibres reaching almost intoxicating levels. Yet despite the newfound cover-up, when Susie gulped down the last drop of beer, there were five eager volunteers on hand to fetch another can for her. The other women in the garden barely got a look-in.

Mild flirtation abounded until the sky began to darken and Tom got the barbecue aflame. Susie had despatched four cans of lager and naturally was feeling a little light headed. The shirt was still on but was unbuttoned to allow the men a welcome visual treat. Dousing her burger with copious amounts of ketchup, the teenaged tease bit into the bun purposefully, sending a red splodge oozing out to slide down her chin. Before she'd time to scoop it up, the rogue rouge sauce brushed her neck and began a leisurely trail down towards her cleavage.

At that moment, Susie was alone with Brad, Tom's older brother. Leaning over with a glint in his eye, he whispered suggestively in her ear: "Would you like me to lick that off for you, my dear?"

Susie giggled, loving the implication. "Ooh you naughty old man," she protested unconvincingly. "You don't want to let my daddy hear you say things like that. He's very possessive, you know."

"Mmm, I bet he is," Brad observed, watching raptly as Susie brushed a finger up her sternum to remove the stray dollop herself.

With a teasing look, she placed the sticky digit between his lips and let him suck lovingly. Easing it out, she placed it in her own mouth before sucking his saliva from the tip and blowing a pouty kiss. Knees trembling, Brad looked like he was about to cum in his shorts.

As a few others inconveniently descended upon them, Susie grinned impishly as Brad placed a hand in front of his crotch to camouflage the painful boner inside. His wife looked unimpressed, leading the lecher away with a stern-faced look. Susie could barely hide the disappointment at losing her man, all this male attention and clouds of testosterone having made her feel as horny as hell.

Yet with the other women seemingly intent on thwarting any possible impropriety and guarding their men's honour with steely determination, Susie had her work cut out. Frustratingly, all the men were taken and the longing between her legs was overpowering, manifesting itself in liquid desire. A dark spot, thankfully hidden by the fading light, had stained the front of the bikini bottoms where her hot young pussy met the nylon.

All the men were taken! The words in her brain taunted. All that was, except one. As the itch between her legs grew almost unbearable, Susie's eyes met her father's. Still topless on account of caring for his daughter's welfare, despite the chill in the air, his muscles rippled. There was no denying that he was one handsome and rugged older man, the sort a horny young lady could get quite gooey over. Sashaying closer, Susie shuffled the shirt off her shoulders and handed it back with a yawn. "I'm going back home now, daddy."

The other men's faces dropped and they looked like they'd just been told their wives had terminal cancer, wishful thinking perhaps.

"Okay hun," Dan replied, before a thought intervened. "Susie...wait, I'm coming home too."

Susie allowed herself a self-satisfied smile.

Issuing a round of goodbyes to those in earshot, the pair ambled to wall whereupon Dan helped his daughter up and over. It was nye on impossible not to grab a handful of tight teen butt and brush a nipple or two in the process. The other men looked on in awe as Susie thanked her father properly with a passion-fuelled kiss on the lips. Her hands stroked his outer arms and she pressed her breasts to his strong chest, accompanied by the simultaneous sound of jaws dropping. Linking arms, the pair headed back to the house and inside.

In the light, immediately Susie issued an annoyed-sounding groan, bemoaning her drunken awkwardness. Some of the ketchup had leaked onto the left cup of the bikini top, staining it. "Oh daddy, look what I've done. It's ruined. Hmmpph."

The first thought that came to mind, Dan lurched for the sink, grabbing a sponge and running the hot tap vigorously. When the water was steaming, he doused the sponge and beckoned Susie closer. Standing opposite her father, she held the material away from the flesh as her father rubbed slavishly at the scarlet blemish. Being tomato sauce, the response was not immediate, if anything growing to a larger albeit diluted stain. Letting go in frustration, Susie allowed the cup to mould back damply around her pert left breast. "It's no use," she complained with a pout and an uppity stamp of the foot.

"We'll buy a new one," Dan consoled, reaching down to ruffle her blonde crown.

Standing a good foot or more below, Susie craned back to look up into his eyes, before reaching out to run a palm over his chest, appraising its contours. Stealing a breath, Dan's hand moved instinctively to do likewise, cupping the moistened breast. Taken by surprise, Susie issued a huge sigh, remaining still to allow her father's large palm to compress around the lovely little orb. He squeezed gently at first then more firmly, guiltily enjoying the feel. Susie nibbled at her bottom lip and battled to control her breathing as she was felt up by the man whose seed nineteen years ago had helped bring her into the world.

Raising the thumb, Dan placed it directly below Susie's damp left nipple before tracing a circle all around. The cup squelched to the touch and the teat hardened noticeably under the digital attention until it throbbed and threatened almost to burst through the nylon. As Susie's breath raced out of control, Dan issued a series of squeezes, rubs and strokes to the wonderfully constructed tit.

Purring, Susie combed her tiny fingers appreciatively up through her father's chest chair. Reaching his chin, she guided it forward with a trembling hand, pushing out her own neck until their lips met and brushed awkwardly. The mist clearing from his mind, Dan hesitated and eased back but his daughter shushed away his reservations and their lips met a second time, enjoying a full-on embrace this time. Soon, tongues were exploring freely and hands were stoking backs and arms as they moulded together, an odd-coupling couple yet at the same time so natural.

Susie gasped as her authoritative father seized control, lifting his nubile daughter underneath by the butt. Elevating from the kitchen floor, Susie wrapped her legs around his waist. They swayed to an imaginary tune, mouths locked together.

Coming up finally for air, Susie leaned back, at the same time uncoupling the bikini top with shaky fingers. Her breasts stood proud and firm, nipples perky and craving attention. Wasting no time, Dan's hungry mouth bore down upon those lovely young breasts, lips puckered to take in an attentive looking teat. Still moist from earlier, the water stuck to his lips. He sucked long and hard and with passion, causing Susie to throw back her head and squeal delightedly. Nibbling and licking, Dan drove his highly aroused daughter crazy with desire.

Edging forwards half-step by half-step, Dan delivered her to the silver draining board. Susie placed her hands on the surface, lifting up until she was perched on the overhang. Elevating and parting her legs simultaneously, her feet came to rest upon the two prominent drawer handles below, a beautiful full-lipped snatch fully on display. Pink and puffy, it was bubbling with excitement just inside the soft folds and radiating the most wonderful scent of young womanhood.

Falling to his knees in awe and shuffling forward, Dan found himself at the perfect height, peering straight into a slit that was stretched ever so slightly by Susie's legs-akimbo stance. His paternal lust raging out of control, Dan leaned in and began kissing all around the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. At the same time he shuffled down the cut-offs severely restricting penile comfort. Freed at last, his manhood stood thick and proud, yet teasingly out of sight from the curious young Susie who craved to see what all the fuss was about.

An impassioned Dan moved in even closer, letting his tongue slide idly up and down the moistening gash until he was just about able to fit the pointed tip inside. To his joy, his daughter's young pussy tasted even lovelier than it looked, like nectar on his tongue as he flicked with verve. When he stopped licking momentarily to catch a breath, Susie's labia clamped tight like a Venus Fly Trap, causing Dan to thrash and lash exaggeratedly to work the tip free. Smacking his lips together, Dan discovered that they were liberally smattered with his daughter's cunt honey.

As her pussy quivered in anticipation, Dan took a moment to admire the wondrous sight and to reflect upon his amazing turn of fortune. From Jill's quasi-virginal middle-aged snugness to Hayley's plump-lipped suction and onto Susie's almost infantile snatch, it just seemed to get better and better and better. Put all three in a room and Dan wouldn't know which way to turn. The past couple of days surpassed his wildest fantasies and it wasn't over yet by a long chalk. Smitten with lust Dan went back to work orally, licking up and down, in and out, back and forth until his tongue was numb.

Still on his eyes, lifting the right index finger, he pressed it against the lovely little cunt and screwed around a little, gaining instant access. Susie's vagina felt warm and snug like a tight glove. Dan was able to move the tip around freely, causing Susie to whimper with pleasure. Yet, as he pressed forward to the mid knuckle the first sign of resistance was felt. Moving the tip around inside brought a sharp intake of breath from his lustful daughter and a frown from Dan as the implication dawned. "Oh baby, you're far too tight for daddy."

"Nooooooo," Susie mewled then, as he fingered vigorously around the knuckle, producing squelching sounds: "Ooh daddy, ooh, ooh..."

The soaked digit exited with an audible plop. Standing, Dan cleaned the succulent pussy juices from the tip with a deft pair of lips. It tasted like butterscotch on his tongue, a rare treat to savour. Naked before his daughter for the first time and, with his erection close to its optimum strength, Susie's eyebrows nudged her fringe upon witnessing just how big her father really was.

Reaching out curiously, she took the shaft firmly in hand like a relay runner receiving the baton. She stroked lovingly, conferring upon him the kind of pleasure he'd just allowed her. She continued to stroke, rubbing in dollops of precum as they leaked from the eye until she had a steady rhythm going. Dan's eyes closed as he relaxed and let his masterful cock be toyed with.

A little jerk of the wrist and a tug and Susie had her father was where she wanted him: between her thighs. His hands moved behind her bum and began to squeeze as they kissed with verve. All the while, in between them, like an unwanted guest the oversized cock throbbed painfully and, for once in his life Dan wished he could be Mr Average. Yet Susie had other ideas. "Be gentle," she pleaded, easing forward a little, believing the impossible.

"Oh baby you know I won't hurt you," Dan replied from the heart.

In fairness though he wanted nothing less than to bury the pulsing monster deep and hard in tight teen cunt and fuck it till he came like never before. Susie wanted it too, her pussy as moist as it had ever been and ready for the ride of its life.

Ignoring the physical impracticalities, Dan rubbed the bloated cockhead up and down and around the little slit. Whilst Susie got markedly wetter still, the task was made no easier. It would be easier getting a camel through the eye of a needle than Dan's cock in his daughter's cunt.

He could but wonder how niece Hayley had taken its girth so readily. Almost Susie's body double, her pussy, though stretched, had been an absolute perfect fit. He could only surmise that Hayley had had a little more experience than his own good little girl. Maybe that was the problem. The thought crossed Susie's mind too, the resultant words apologetic: "Daddy, I think I need to, um...before...you know...yours."

In sheer frustration Dan drove the angry cockhead at the shrunken hole. "Daddy, nooooooo!" Susie yelped as it glanced off obliquely.

Dan reached out and brought her face to his, apologising with a tender kiss. "Let me try something else," Susie suggested upon getting her breath back.

Easing from the unit she fell to her knees before him, she cradled her father's jerking tool in both hands before bringing it to her breasts. Susie rubbed it in the cleavage, her hands on the outside forming a tunnel. Moving his hips, Dan was able to pump freely, the exposed tip brushing close to Susie's lips on each firm upward stroke.

It was far from ideal, yet it rated above about 75% of the 'real' fucks Dan had had over the years, so much so that in a dozen firm strokes he grunted and exploded messily all over Susie's neck and collarbone. Gleeful at having been able to bring her daddy off so quickly, Susie eagerly rubbed his seed into her breasts. "Oh daddy," she sighed. "It feels so nice."

However, once the euphoria had waned, Dan's mind ticked over and made him a troubled man. The brutal fact was that until Susie loosened up markedly, she and he would not be making the passionate love that both craved. The cruel irony was that if his precious daughter had been fucked by loads of other men, she'd probably be ready by now. Dan looked towards the garden where the barbecue was still in full swing, a concerned look on his face. Maybe if Tom, Brad, Alan and the other guy whose name escaped him took turns first, by the fifth fuck she might be just about ready. Was that any way for a father to think? Kissing his cheek, Susie escaped to her room, leaving her father alone to agonise.

And agonise he did, not climbing into bed until the wee small hours. When he'd dismissed the idea of letting those animals out there loose on his daughter, ideas were short on the ground. But it didn't have to be lots of lovers, did it? Maybe there was the right guy out there, Susie's age perhaps, with the sort of cock that could help. However, even that made Dan fearful. What if he found someone perfect for her and then they fell for each other?

On what should have been the proudest day of his life, having got his beautiful daughter home, Dan Ferris could hardly be more miserable.

* * *

"Honey I'm home," Dan heralded the following day.

Susie bounded down the stairs, throwing her arms around his neck. Dan lifted her up and to him like she was still the cute infant that had once made him such a proud father. "I have something for you here," he announced, holding up the little spangly rectangular bag by its strings.

Susie squealed with delight upon unveiling a brand new bikini, as promised. If anything it was skimpier even than the last. She couldn't wait to slip into it to show her father. "Ooh daddy, thank you, thank you," she enthused, peppering his stubbled jowl with staccato kisses.

"I booked our holiday too," he revealed.

Susie issued another joyful outburst, more hugs and a series of kisses on the lips. "Ten days in Crete. We fly out next Sunday," her father disclosed between breaths.

Susie bounced up and down with unmitigated joy. "Ooh I can hardly wait. You're the world's best dad."

What a turn around, Dan thought. "We have our own beach hut too," he added.

"Yay! Oh daddy, Sunday can't come soon enough."

Dan smiled awkwardly, before continuing: "And I think I might also have solved our other little problem."

Susie's eyes expanded. Gosh, he HAD been busy in town!

* * *

Dan cast his mind back an hour to perhaps the most embarrassing moment of his life. On every corner, particularly outside establishments like McDonald's and Starbuck's, groups of handsome teenaged lads congregated, looking for girls. He had no doubt that every single one would give his right arm to get inside Susie's tight young cunt.

Dan hesitated, not quite sure how to go about things. A line like "Excuse me but can I interest you in fucking my 18-year old daughter?" would no doubt get him arrested.

Bottling out, he elected on a coffee first.

It was as he headed to Starbuck's that he had a lightbulb moment.

"Excuse me," he said, facing the pretty female assistant. "I wonder if you can help me."

* * *

"Here," he said, handing over another package.

Susie looked questioningly, and he was forced to prompt: "Well open it then."

Like a child on Christmas Day she tore the wrapping paper asunder to reveal an unassuming plain white box. Her eyes continued to hold a quizzical look as she opened the lid. Then suddenly the penny dropped. "OHHHMYYYGODDDDD!"

Inside were three dildos from Ann Summers. The first was an unfussy 'silver bullet' design, measuring about six and a comfortable inch in diameter. The second was a purple rubber sex toy, a couple of inches longer, twice as thick and ribbed. The third made Susie's eyes bulge. Designed to look like a real cock, in a flesh tone and stretching to a whopping twelve inches, it tapered to a butt as wide as a beer bottle. Susie gasped at the thought of that inside her.

"You've a week till our holiday to get yourself ready," imparted Dan with a grin.

"Can I play with my new toys now daddy?" she asked impishly.

When Dan nodded, Susie bounded back from whence she came. Twenty minutes later he felt the ceiling rock gently and the alluring sound of a teenaged orgasm reverberating around the house. Moving to the phone, he called his sister Jill to break the news. "Yeah, it's all booked....next Sunday."

"Oh Dan that's wonderful, I can't wait to see you again," Jill chimed. "And Hayley sends her love."

The excited siblings chatted eagerly for a good ten minutes, before finally running out of things to say. "This is going to be the best holiday ever," Jill concluded, echoing everyone else's sentiments.




Family Misfortunes Ch. 04



There was no doubt about it, thought Dan, hearing the cranking upstairs begin again in earnest and Susie's light moans on the still air. It had the makings of the best holiday EVER.

* * *

The following Wednesday, when he came home from a sapping twelve-hour shift, Dan heard the familiar creak of Susie's bed, interspersed with little whimpers. Stealing up the stairs, he joined her on the bed, the pair exchanging lustful smiles. It pleased him even more than witnessing her gorgeous naked young body to see that she'd graduated onto purple. With relish the ribbed dildo slid in and out of her snug cunt as she laid back, legs splayed.

Shuffling out of his trousers, Dan took a nice hard cock in hand and faced her, matching stroke for stroke in a bout of intense mutual masturbation. As a gentle little pre-orgasmic gasp slipped from his daughter's lips and her face contorted, he felt his nuts tighten. A purposeful tug, and a thick rope of cum was despatched on his daughter's heaving tits. As it splattered and pooled, Susie drove the dildo deep into her cervix and came hard, moaning frenziedly.

Kissing her forehead lightly, he left to shower. Emerging twenty minutes later, he saw she was going at it again, the purple dildo blurring in a waxed pink pussy. Tired from the long shift, Dan resisted the urge to join in again.

* * *

Saturday night, the eve of the holiday, arrived and Susie came down to sit by father in front of the television. "So are you all set for our holiday?" he enquired.

"Yes, all set," she responded excitedly, showing her father the flesh coloured whopper that wasn't far off of matching his proportions.

It was slaked with Susie's unmistakable pussy juices. No need for words, Susie rubbed the toy across his lips like a buttered corncob. Dan tasted its delights, unashamedly cleaning the dildo with his tongue, and not really caring how effeminate he looked. If ever cocksucking could be justified, it was at that moment. "So yes, you could say I'm all set," repeated Susie with a grin.

As Susie spread her thighs, Dan pushed a hand up. Still soft and moist from half an hour playing with the flesh coloured dildo, two fingers slipped in readily. Susie bit her lip as her father began a rhythmic fingering. The cunt walls clung snugly to the digits suggesting it might still be some effort to penetrate her. But it was the kind of effort Dan didn't mind making. As Susie came hard on his fingers she whimpered and went all limp, snuggling into his strong side.

Yes, it was going to be a holiday to remember. 



Family Misfortunes



Puzzled, he returned to the task. "Susie, strip off your shorts and come here now."

With a snort and a renewed attitude, Susie looked him in the eye. "Don't ever, ever, think you'll see me again after this."

The words took him aback but Dan couldn't let her see that. Back down now and he'd live to regret it. Drawing forth inner strength barked: "Shut up."

Susie's bottom lip quivered, though she tried not to let it show. With shrugged shoulders, silently she complied, shimmying the shorts down past her knees then loosening the thong beneath that maintained her modesty, albeit temporarily. Unlike Hayley, Susie's approach wasn't hesitant as she found strength in reserve. She moved towards her father with catwalk-like strides, steps landing in a straight line, rocking her naked hips sensuously. Her direct, defiant glare had, if anything, grown intimidating and Dan gulped, very nearly swallowing a bloated adam's apple.

Clearly Susie felt that her nudity made her powerful, rather than exposed and helpless and evidently she had resolved to let him and his silly spanking mean nothing to her. To signal her intent, Susie raised a middle finger and whispered: "Fuck you."

Dan felt his anger boil at the girl's impudence, the catalyst needed to go through with this. Reaching out, he hauled her by the wrists over his lap. Allowing Susie to arrange herself in place, he noted that her arse and hairless pussy were just as delectable as Hayley's. Thankfully, his ire at her attitude prevented any untoward penile reaction, though only just. When Susie was settled, and before there was a chance to talk himself out of it, he wasted no further time, recommencing the spanking with added vigour.

To say that the first blow came as a shock to Susie would be an understatement. She had calibrated her expectations based upon Hayley's restrained behaviour, figuring that if her cousin could take it, so could she. But that was to underestimate the other girl's strength of will and grossly miscalculate how much the spanking might hurt.

Hurt? The word wasn't really adequate. One spank hurt. The next one hurt and drove the first one home. The third multiplied the first two, whilst the next sent her body reeling. Susie found herself longing for something, anything that merely hurt rather than killed, the firm spanks falling one after another on her unprotected bottom. Unlike Hayley, she yelped unapologetically throughout, every fresh stinger drawing another scream or screech.

WHACK! "Owwwwwwwwww!" WHACK! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" WHACK! "Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaarrgh!"

Three minutes into the terrible ordeal and the tears were running up her inverted face to vanish into her hair. Still hovering and moving like on hot coals, Hayley buried her face in her hands, not wanting to see what was happening to her cousin. Jill remained immobile and seemingly impassive, surveying like a hawk. As Dan stopped to gain a breath, for a moment there was no sound in the room except for Susie's heightened breathing. But the break was nothing more, nothing less, certainly no end -- yet -- the strong hand's stealthy raise caught in Susie's peripheral vision. "Oh, no, please, no more. I'm so sorry, please don't hurt me anymore. I'm sorry, please dadddddddy!"

For a moment Dan could be forgiven believing he had his old daughter back. But he knew she was calculating and devious, playing on a father's unconditional love. "We're not done," he said matter-of-factly, surprising himself.

The naughty girl fell back into position, the pain crashing over and over once more into her bum as he spanked, tenderising it to a glowing pink. He worked steadily and rhythmically, paying no heed to Susie's renewed screams and protests till his arm was heavy, his hand hurt and his ears were ringing from Susie's endless squeals of pain. But there was a point to be made. "Are you sorry, Susie?"

Dan steeled himself for an ear full of attitude. She was as unlikely to apologise as she was to...as she was to suck his cock? Dan blushed, embarrassed with himself at such a thought. Yet it was undeniable. Like it or not, he was turned on. Susie, completely abashed, spoke through her crying, taking him completely. "Yes, I'm s-sorry. I'm v-very sorry."

Dan's icy reply froze her heart. "You soon enough will be."

"Nooooooo daddyyyyyyyy..."

Her backside was stinging so badly Susie couldn't possibly believe there was any more pain she could endure. How wrong she was. Dan grabbed the teenager around the hips, repositioning her on his lap. She cringed and braced herself, arse ready, fight vanquished. I'll teach you to raise your finger and swear at me like that, he thought. Then he saw how red her arse was, so red it was maroon, and even purple in places.

A sudden pang of remorse, mixed perhaps with a trace of taboo lust, he wanted just to reach out and stroke it better. He wanted to tell her he didn't mean it. Her soft, young pussy brushing his thigh, felt even through the trousers, was playing havoc with his mind. But damn it, he wanted to do things to Susie no father in his right mind should contemplate. He wanted to... As she craned her neck sideways and up, panda eyes meeting his, he felt another nudge of remorse. But quickly she broke the spell. "Fucking cunt!" she hissed, goading him.

Dan's face contorted with rage. Her arse was surely immune to anymore torture, yet in those two terrible words she'd reopened the wounds. She put the feelings into stark, uncompromising words: "You can't hurt me anymore..."

Dan's lips pursed. Oh couldn't he now? With a powerful stroke, he sent an open palm crashing directly against the virgin territory of her left upper thigh. The slap sounded like a gunshot and took the whole room by surprise. A crimson handprint bloomed instantly where it had fallen. "Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" the girl screamed, her whole body stiffening from the scorching pain.

As a series of further dreadful blows alternated between her thighs, Susie's tortured wails filled the room. She was writhing one way then the other, trying to evade the biting slaps. "Daddy, I really am sorry, stop!" she begged through the sobs. "I love you," she whispered. "Don't do this."

And then, as quickly as they'd started, they did stop. Susie dared not breathe in case it was a false dawn. As she rocked gently on her father's lap, a little dewy deposit soaked his trousers, evident only when it seeped through the material to the leg. Dan wasn't quite sure what to make of it and wondered whether she might have wet herself with fear. "You may get up when you are ready, dress, and go to your room," he said calmly, his anger spent.

After a pause, the sobbing girl managed to rise and stumble to her feet. He watched as gingerly she picked up her discarded clothing, an unexpected twinge from his cock as he watched her. Susie looked at the garments, unable to bear to put anything near to her battered lower body, remaining naked from the waist down as she trudged away. "Off you go now, girls," Jill said.

Holding hands for support, the girls made to leave. Suddenly Hayley stopped and looked back squarely at her tormentor. "Thank you, Uncle Dan," she said without prompting from her mother, the words carrying an air of sincerity.

"You're welcome, Hayley," he replied, surprised and pleased by the girl's gesture.

Then Susie too paused, an about turn. Suddenly she moved close and wrapped her arms around him, tearstained face pressed against his chest. Her impetuous hug ended as suddenly as it had come on, far too soon for Dan to react in any way. "Thank you, dad," said Susie. "And I'm sorry, really I am."

And then they were gone. Dan felt in retrospect the delightful pressure of the teen's hard little breasts against his chest before remembering once more that she was his daughter. He issued Jill a bemused look. "Well, that was unexpected," he confessed. "If I'd tried to predict their reaction, gratitude wouldn't have been in the running."

Dan noted again that something was a bit odd with his sister. Barely able to answer, there was a prevailing and unusual spark in her eyes. When she did find the words, they were breathy and hoarse. "They understood the need to improve their behaviour," she commented, "but they didn't have the initiative to do it. Now they do, I think you made them both feel more hopeful."

That was one way of looking at it, Dan supposed, rubbing at his upper thigh and bring thumb and forefinger to his nose. Unless he was mistaken, that was the scent of sweet teen pussy. Yet there was an even more powerful aroma on the air.

Jill smiled before hesitating then walking away as well. Alone, Dan sat deep in thought. During the time Jill had been standing close to him, expressing her thanks, he had found the requisite clue to her odd demeanour. For in that time, his nose had detected a very familiar, very unmistakable scent. It was the scent of arousal and of hot, wet, excited womanhood. Unbelievably, it seemed that his sister had been completely turned on by the scene. Now that was something else to think about.

* * *

That evening, Jill tapped gingerly on her daughter's bedroom door. Hayley pulled it open and stood facing her mother with a pursed-lips expression. Behind, Susie laid spread across her cousin's bed on her tummy, flicking through a magazine, the pair evidently having sought solace in one another's mutual suffering. But at least they weren't out somewhere causing bother, Jill was relieved to note.

From her position in the doorway, the older woman could see Susie's bare thighs below the hem of the nightgown and, though the individual blotches could no longer be made out, the area was still decidedly pinker than the rest of the skin. Jill addressed Hayley formally, unsure of herself and where this left their relationship: "Your Uncle Dan and I are going into town for a bite to eat before he leaves, so you girls will have to get your own supper if you're hungry."

Hayley eyed her mother with curiosity and even Susie had turned around to gape. They were used to seeing the older though not unattractive woman in jeans and sweater, as if that was all her wardrobe contained. Despite still being three years off forty, she'd seemingly resigned herself to a shapeless spinster existence. Tonight, however, she looked absolutely stunning, fully made-up to accentuate her high cheek bones and pretty elfin face. "That's a lovely dress, mum, you look great," Hayley observed.

Jill was wearing a sleeveless, knee-length royal blue shift, with black piping around the neckline and a row of black faux pearls running down the bodice. Reddening around the cheeks at the unexpected observation, Jill waved away the compliment. "Oh, this old thing? I just washed all my jeans and they're not dry yet, that's all."

"You should dress up more often," added Hayley, surprising herself.

Jill forced an embarrassed-looking smile.

"Well, have fun!" Susie heralded from the bed. "And don't stay out too late!" 

Jill tutted and Hayley watched her mother head down the stairs before closing the bedroom door behind. "My mum, going out!" she said with incredulity.

"In her brand new dress," observed Susie with a grin.

"Oh, this old thing," Hayley mocked, in an excellent imitation of her mother's voice, causing both impish blondes to crease up and temporarily forget their woes. "Heels and hose."

"And perfume too -- her most expensive one." 

"Powder, eyeshadow, eyeliner."

The cousins looked at one another, trying to keep straight faces but bursting out in laughter. "What's going on?" Hayley asked, moving across the room to stare through a gap in the curtains as down below her uncle held open the car door for his sister.

Susie looked on thoughtfully from the bed. "I don't know, honey, I just don't know."

Hearing the engine start Susie clambered off the bed as best she could, coming to stand directly behind her cousin. Hayley exhaled as Susie reached around her slender frame with both arms, and cupped a firm breast in each hand, feeling the nipples harden through the thin cotton nightie. "Well, while the cat's away, honey..."

Hayley purred at the familiar pleasure as Susie delicately caressed her breasts. "Mmm, that feels nice."

She allowed Susie to continue fondling her a few precious moments before turning to face her cousin, their eyes locking. With a growl she pulled Susie close, tilted her head, and kissed her fully on the lips. The pair sank into the soft, loving embrace, their lips playing sweetly against each other, two almost identical mouths meeting and parting only to merge again.

As they broke momentarily from the coupling, both exhaled deeply. Deftly Hayley grabbed the hem of her nightie and skinned it off over her head. Her nubile breasts quivered from the motion as her nipples woke to full stiffness in the cool air breezing through the bedroom window.

She helped Susie to fling her nightgown aside as well, the eighteen-year old nymphettes meeting once more in a standing kiss. Naked now, their breasts pressed together, firm mound to firm mound, nipple brushing nipple. Lips opening as their mutual passion grew, tongues darted inside the other's mouth, meeting in the middle.

They toyed with one another, kissing, licking and sucking, and soon their hands began to wander. Hayley stroked Susie's bare back, using fingers and palms and nails to vary the sensations, while Susie worked her hands up between them until she could fondle Hayley's breasts, rolling and tweaking the stiff nipples the way she knew her cousin adored. Caught up in the shared passion, Hayley swept a caressing hand down to Susie's arse, forgetting for a crucial second how they had spent their morning. "Owww!" Susie yelped, jumping back out of Hayley's embrace like a startled cat.

"Oh, Susie, I'm sorry!" cried Hayley, her own punishment less severe, the stinging having worn down to a dull, sensuous throbbing sensation. "I clean forgot."

"It's ok, it's no big deal, just startled me," Susie replied, sucking in staccato breaths between words.

"Here, let me take your mind off those poor little sore red buns with some TLC," offered Hayley, approaching her sexy counterpart once more.

She leant in and began planting tiny kisses on Susie's right breast. Susie purred at the attention, arching her back and shifting to allow Hayley to give equal time to the other chest mound. Her kisses grew firmer, spiralling in toward the centre, and soon she was sucking Susie's nipples purposefully, switching between them and teasing them with tongue and lips until Susie's purring became a heartfelt moan of desire. When finally Hayley eased off, both were breathing heavily, staring into each other's passion-widened eyes.

"I don't think it's fair I should still be hurting and you're not," Susie observed.

Hayley smiled, issuing a kind of veiled challenge with the words: "So what do you intend to do about it?"

Taking the other girl by surprise, playfully Susie wrestled her face down onto the bed, arse plumped up, whereupon she delivered a dozen sharp smacks to Hayley's peachy bottom. Soon it was glowing once more. "Ow, ow, ow, you bitch," Hayley protested.

"It's only fair," responded Susie with a pout. "And I know for a fact you got off on having my dad spank you."

"Did not," Hayley protested.

"Did so," Susie countered.

"I wasn't the one whose pussy was leaking all over his trousers."

Susie looked on open-mouthed.

But before the debate could turn into a bitching session, she moved onto Hayley's bed to join her cousin, no further words necessary, the drill a familiar one. The pair arranged themselves on their sides so as not to put undue pressure on their throbbing backsides. Hayley lay on her right side, left knee raised, foot on the other knee, toes pointed like a ballerina. Susie faced her, their heads pointing in opposite directions.

It took a while to get comfortably settled, particularly as both girls were moving gingerly and wary of their tender butts. But soon enough, each of the teenaged beauties was staring straight into the other's bare pussy, the outer lips drawn open by the spread of their thighs.

Hayley made first contact, swiping an out-thrust tongue along Susie's inner lips, but only by a whisker as Susie planted a loving kiss right on her cousin's swollen pink clit. Within seconds Susie was breathing hard, every indrawn breath becoming a sudden gasp. The other's feline-like licking quickly had each girl in the throes of ecstasy, tongues buried in the deepest recesses, clits teased incessantly.

Briefly leaving the moist cunt that sat before her smiling face, Susie tossed her head back and announced that she was close, so close. Hayley smiled, upping the tempo till her lips and tongue tip were sore. She knew every nerve ending in her cousin's love hole and how to work them. "Oh my God, Hayley, oh my God, don't tease me honey, oh, oh, please, oh god that's so good, so good," Susie breathed.

Her head was lying on Hayley's thigh, face smeared with the other girl's aromatic pussy-juice, the source of which lay mere inches beyond her nose. Her nostrils were full of her cousin's delectable scent as Hayley continued to eat her right to the brink of cumming.

Suddenly, Susie's breath caught as Hayley's delicate, talented tongue danced minuscule circles right on the nub of her erect, exposed clitoris, driving her up, up, up. The teenager's beautiful body tensed and her head swam. "Oh, oh, oh, Hayley, there, there, there, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As Susie's tension broke, she started humping her pussy into Hayley's face, riding the pulse of her orgasm. At the same time she buried her own face in Hayley's sex, lapping with renewed vigour. Now it was Hayley's turn to hang on for dear life, yet she continued to stroke her cousin's love button with the broad part of her tongue, knowing from experience that she could give the other girl another wonderful climax before their lovemaking was done. And she did, tonguing away until all sense of feeling was numbed. "Oh Hayley, here it...I'm gonna cum again...eeahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, yessssssssss! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

In the throes of her second orgasm, Susie buried her mouth once more into Hayley's dripping snatch, moaning her orgasm right into her cousin's soft pink petals. Moments later Hayley joined her in the throes of ecstasy, the two girls thrashing together on the bed like a pair of eels -- electric eels. The room reeked accordingly.

As they fell apart, rolling onto their backs, both winced simultaneously as their tender buns hit the bed. Slowly, each girl straightened her cramped left leg, bringing it back to life and the room was quiet except for heavy breathing as the teenaged delights enjoyed the afterglow of their vigorous lovemaking session.

Then, to top things off Susie spun over and around, bringing herself face to face with her supine cousin. With a saucy smile she began gently to lick Hayley's face clean of her own cunt-honey. When she had lapped up every bit of girl-juice, she issued a kiss, whereupon Hayley took the other girl's head in her hands so that she in turn could lap her own spendings off Susie's pretty face.

Side by side, their fingers linked as soon both were snoozing contentedly, pert breast mounds rising and falling with the motion of contented sleep.

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More to come, any interim thoughts and feedback would be greatly appreciated.