29 comments/ 97407 views/ 28 favorites Her Stuff By: LeanneSinclair Matthew lay on his bed, wondering what music would be best suited to drowning out the sound of his older sister Tessa singing tunelessly along in the next room to whatever crappy, pappy 1980s retro pop she had on her iPod. He had got used to her being away at University and suddenly here she was, home for Christmas, intrusive in what had become his world. Oh God, what was this now, Duran Duran? "The re-flex is an only chiiild, da daa da dada daaa!" Then it all went quiet for a second. There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Matty, have you got a minute?" "I'm Matt or Matthew, not bloody Matty! Makes me sound like a child!" "Whatever. Can I come in?" "Yeah. Do I have a choice?" "Not really!" Tessa said brightly as she opened the door. "Matt, I know this sounds weird, but ... well, Mum said she hadn't needed to use my room as a guest room while I was at college, right?" "Yeah, that's right." "Have you had any friends staying?" "No." "Oh, right. 'Cause it somehow looks like some of my stuff has been moved or messed with - not sure exactly what, yet. Do you know anything about that?" "No, why should I?" "Hmm, maybe I'm wrong. Whatever. Forget it." She left the room and closed the door. "Her name is Rio and she dances on the saaaaand ...." Silence again. Another knock. "Matt." "What, for God's sake?" Again she entered the room. "Look Matthew, I'm not being funny but something's happened in there. My clothes cupboard isn't how I left it. And my underwear drawer is messed up. I mean, I took most of my stuff with me to college but still left a fair bit here. Are you sure you don't know anything?" "Oh, right, that, yes. Er ... yeah, I did go in there ... I was ... er ... looking for a CD." "What the fuck? Since when would you want a CD of mine? You take great pleasure in despising my musical taste." "That old REM compilation. There's some good stuff on there once you get past the obvious things. Which you never do." "Right, so you rummaged through my clothes and underwear in search of a CD which you mostly don't like. Fucking hell, I haven't missed living in the same house as you, Matt." She closed the door abruptly on the way out. "Girls on fiiiilm ... girls on fiiiilm..." Matt knew and dreaded what was going to happen next. No knock this time; she walked straight in. "Right, this is not funny, Matthew. And I can't believe I'm about to ask you this. Among the things I didn't take with me to University was a particular bra which I want to wear when I go out tonight. It was in my underwear drawer. It isn't there now. Do you know anything about this?" "Why should I know about your bra?" "I actually hope you don't. But have you maybe seen it around? Like maybe Mum put it somewhere by mistake?" "What does it look like?" "Oh, so you're an expert on bra typology now, are you? Well, this one is black satin, opaque. That means not see-through. It's a deep plunge one with a little jewel at the centre where the cups join. The cups are slightly padded. It's designed to be semi visible under a sheer top. Which is what I want to wear when I go out with Jenny and Sarah tonight." She conveyed this rather intimate information in a completely matter of fact manner. "Size?" "Matty you are pathetic. You can't embarrass me, you stupid kid. It's a 34E, like all my bras have been for years, OK? Hold the front page! Twenty-year-old woman has breasts! Christ, I can't believe you're eighteen sometimes." "Why do you want to show your bra off when you're out with the girls? You hoping to pull?" "If you really want to know: I broke up with Chris a month ago. Jenny and Sarah have both had a tough time too. We haven't seen each other for months and we just want to have a nice night out, and part of that, for normal adult women, Matty, is about looking good. Not to attract men, just to look good and feel good and have a nice time. Not that you have a clue about normal adult women, you sad little weirdo. It's like you got stuck at thirteen." "Yeah, well, as you've asked me so politely I will keep a sharp eye out for a particularly slutty looking bra. Was that all, Miss Howard? I am rather busy ..." "Yeah right. Cheeky little sod." She was just about to leave when something caught her eye, protruding from under Matt's bed. Surely not ... "Matthew ..." "What now?" "I am looking at what appears to be a black bra strap, sticking out from under your bed. I am going to pick it up. I hope for your sake it is not what I think it is." He froze. She stooped. When she stood up, a black satin plunge bra, size 34E, was dangling by one strap from her finger. "Please Matt, I mean it, please tell me there is a normal explanation for this ..." The bra turned slowly as it hung from her finger until the insides of the cups faced her. She stared at it. "No. No, no, NO! Tell me this isn't happening!" She held the bra up with the inside towards Matthew, spoke very coldly, with fury in her eyes. "Matt, I really hope you're going to tell me something like when you were looking for the CD in my room you were eating a pot of yogurt, and you accidentally spilt some of the yogurt into the cups of my bra, and you took it into your room because you wanted to take responsibility for getting it clean, which you have not done yet, which is why the bra was under your bed and there are big white stains inside it. Are you going to tell me that?" He said nothing. "Or are you going to tell me that the stains are your filthy, stinking cum and that you, you vile little pervert, have been masturbating into your older sister's underwear?" He could not meet her eyes. She exploded with rage, let out a long yell. "You sick, sick, sick little FUCKER!! You perverted little PIG!! Fuck fuck FUCK I do not believe this is happening!! As soon as Mum gets home from town I'm telling her!! And I'm telling her I can't live under the same roof as you! I'll go and stay with Jenny or something, or go back to college, or you can go and live on the FUCKING streets with all the other FUCKING losers and perverts. Fucking HELL I hope they lock you up. You shouldn't be allowed to live with normal people you little SHIT!!" They both burst into tears, not able to look at each other. Tessa slumped down the wall and sat on the floor with her head on her knees, sobbing. Matthew stared blankly ahead, weeping silently. After what seemed like hours, Tessa got up, dried her eyes on the sleeve of her sweater, and sat next to Matthew on the bed. "What the fuck are we going to do with you, Matty?" she said in a half whisper, surprisingly tender. "What's wrong with you? It's OK, I won't really tell Mum, it'll just freak her out. Actually she'll probably blame me for daring to own nice underwear and blatantly displaying it in my own cupboard. But we can't just let this pass, Matty. This is so wrong." "I know. I'm sorry, Tess." "You've never had a girlfriend, have you, Matt?" "No." "That's not healthy, though, is it? I mean - I'm serious now, Matt - you're a good looking boy, you're fit and athletic, you're very very intelligent - much brighter than me - you've got a brilliant, sharp sense of humour. I've seen you sometimes when you're charming and funny and charismatic, and to be honest I can see why lots of girls would be interested. But most of the time you put on this act, the moody, surly, misunderstood outsider, the misfit. Not letting anyone near you. Spiky, rude, uncommunicative. And I think you've done this so much now that you've even convinced yourself you're some kind of weird outcast. Not normal. And I guess it's not such a big step from there for you to tell yourself that you're the kind of person who wanks into his sister's bra. You're not really that person, Matt. You're not a real pervert, you're playing at being one and you don't even know it." He looked at her through eyes blurred by tears. She continued. "I bet you look at a lot of porn, don't you?" "Ye ... yes." "So all the women in your life are literally two-dimensional. Patterns of pixels. Not real. And even the images on the screen are of artificial, unnatural things: silicone tits, hairless pussies, men with freakishly giant cocks who seem to stay erect for hours at a time, badly dubbed moaning, cum shots badly edited in. I've seen this stuff, Matt. It has its uses but it's not real life. What about warmth, scent, Matty, a real voice, the way a real woman moves and speaks, the beauty of a real, natural woman?" "I know ... that's why ..." "My bra was the closest connection you could get to a real woman, right? Oh Matty, Matty, you poor, sad little boy ..." They sat in silence for a while. Then Tessa reached across and took hold of Matt's left wrist. She drew his hand towards her, placed it gently on her right breast, and kept it there. He looked at her, startled. "It's OK, Matty, just hold it there for a while." She was wearing a loose, knitted cotton sweater which rather hid her figure, and under that a bra. But still he could feel the weight and softness of her breast, the small movement of her breathing, perhaps the slightest hardening of her nipple. "Feels nice, doesn't it, Matty?" He could not speak. "They're natural," she continued, quietly. "Big and soft and heavy. They move with me. They need a good bra to support them, and that's more expensive in the bigger cup sizes. They bounce when I run, which is why I don't run much, and swim to exercise. They swell a bit before my period, feel tender. They make my back ache sometimes. The nipples get hard when it's cold, or when I'm horny, or for no reason. They're real breasts, Matty. Three dimensional. Living. You like them?" Almost inaudibly: "Yes ... yes ..." "Would you like to see them?" "Yes." She stood up, facing him. She pulled the sweater over her head and off, revealing a burgundy-coloured lacy bra on her pale torso. She reached behind herself, unhooked the bra, placed it on a chair. She stood with her hands on her hips, drawing her shoulders back and down to push her naked chest out. She was not much above five feet tall, with a slim, well proportioned frame, and those great breasts jutting provocatively towards her brother. He was spellbound, open-mouthed, breathing hoarsely. Tessa could see a bulge in his sweatpants. She spoke very softly. "Nice to look at, aren't they, Matty?" He could not speak. "Would you like to suck them?" He knelt upright on the floor in front of her; it brought his face level with her chest. He took one breast gently in both hands, guided it to his mouth and started to suck, softly but insistently. She stroked his head, whispered to him. "That's right, Matty, have a nice suck. Your big sister's big titties, eh? All nice and warm and soft with big thick nipples. So nice for you to suck. Just like you've wanted for years, Matty." He let the one breast slip from his mouth and moved to suck the other. They stayed like this, silent, Matthew moving every so often from one breast to the other, for a long time. After a while, Tessa reached down, took his hand and placed it in her crotch as she stood with feet apart. Even through the thick denim of her jeans Matthew could feel the heat of her arousal, perhaps even dampness. He began to detect a heavy, musky scent. "Can you smell that, Matty? That's my pussy, getting turned on, getting wet." She rubbed her crotch against his hand. He could definitely feel moisture now. "Would you like to see that, too?" She did not wait for a reply, but stepped back so he let go of her breast with his mouth. She held his shoulders, guided him to sit up on the bed again. She took off her jeans, and the plain black panties she was wearing, and stood before him completely naked. "There, you see? Big sister's hairy pussy." Her pubes were dark brown, luxuriant, trimmed just enough for a swimsuit. "Not like on the internet, eh, Matty? Not like those shaved doll-women you've been looking at. A real woman's hairy cunt." She stepped closer to him, placed his hand between her legs again. "Be very very gentle, Matty, everything there is very sensitive, but you can explore, have a nice feel." Very very tentatively he probed the soft wet convolutions of her flesh with his fingertips. She carried on whispering. "Not just a slit and a hole, is it, Matty? It's a special, secret place, folds within folds, all wet and warm. That ... just there ... that's my clit. Be ever so careful there. Aah, yes, that's nice, good boy Matty. You're good, Matty, gentle and sensitive. Your girlfriends will like you for it one day. Move your hand a bit further in ... yes ... that's it ... your middle finger is just on the opening, just there. Small, isn't it? Amazing to think that a man's cock can fit in there. But I get so wet it slips in, no problem. Careful ... careful ... that's it, back to my clit, you can feel I like that ... good boy Matty, good boy ... I bet you'd like to put your cock inside me, wouldn't you, Matty, eh? You'd like to feel all that warm soft flesh wrapped tightly round your prick?" He was beyond speech now. His cock was straining and chafing against the inside of his underpants. "Get undressed and lie on the bed, Matty." Hurriedly he stripped off the jogging pants, sweatshirt, underpants. He lay on his back, his cock jutting grotesquely from his slim, naked body. "Gosh, Matty, you've got a nice one. Big, and nice and thick. You'll fuck lots of girls with that, Matty, they will love your big thick cock. But first of all you're going to fuck your big sister." She climbed on to the bed and straddled him, kneeling upright. She took his cock in her hand and used the tip of it to tease herself for a while, rubbing it along the slick cleft of her cunt. Then a slight change of position, an instant's pause as she got the spot just right, and she bore down strongly on him, taking him all the way inside her. He let out a whimpering moan. She reared up above him, breasts swinging, and ground her hips slowly and sensually. He could feel her wetness on his balls, the tight grip of her vagina on his shaft, the head of his cock so deep inside her. She began a steady rocking motion, creating friction on his glans in the depths of her body. "You like that, Matty? You like fucking your big sister's tight wet cunt?" She reached down with one hand, worked her middle finger between her pubis and his to find her clit, started to frig herself as she rode him. Her movements got faster, less gentle, less about teaching him and more about pleasuring herself. She rode him hard now, frigged herself hard, bucked her hips up and down on his cock, whimpered, gasped, and came. She yelled as the orgasm hit her. "Oh fuck, oh my fucking God, oh Matty Matty I'm coming, oh fucking yes, oh your fucking cock, oh yes!" Her vagina throbbed and pulsed around his dick. It was too much. He groaned loudly as what felt like the most cum he had ever produced in his life spilled from his straining cock deep, deep inside her cunt, inside his sister's body. More spasms, aftershocks for both him and her. Her cunt seemed to want to squeeze the last drops from him, seemed greedy for his cum. Silence. Still she sat upright, on top of him. His erection just began to subside. He could feel that it was bathed with his own sperm, inside her. "Matty, could you pass me some tissues?" He reached to the tissue box at his bedside, grabbed a handful and passed them to her. Slowly she dismounted from him, immediately pressing a tissue to her crotch as the cum started to flow from her. She knelt with her legs apart, dabbing and wiping at herself. His cock was still swollen, and sticky from her juices and his spunk. He lay quite still and looked at her. She got off the bed and tenderly placed the bedclothes over his naked body. "I think you need to lie quietly for a bit, Matty. Let it all sink in." She put her clothes on. He watched every move as her glorious body was concealed again under cotton and denim. "I'm going to go and finish sorting out my things, Matty. We will not do this again, you understand that, don't you?" "Yes ... yes of course. Er ... Tessa ..." "Yes?" "Thank you." "Don't thank me, Matty." Her voice, while still calm, now had a steely edge to it. "You really shouldn't thank me. You don't get it, do you? I have ruined your sex life forever, before it's had a chance to even start. Every time you get near a girl now, you will think about fucking me. Your sister. You start going out with someone, it's her first time, she asks you if it's yours, you think no, I've fucked my sister. You're at college, drinking with the lads, swapping sexual anecdotes, what about you, Matty? You're the boy who fucked his sister. You get into a relationship, you get to that stage where you're telling each other about exes and first times. And yours? Your sister. You will never, ever have any kind of a normal relationship. The image of the time you fucked your sister will never leave you. It will be there every time you masturbate. Every time you look at a pretty girl, the picture of me riding your cock will blot her out. You may not have been a pervert before, but you are now. Because you have fucked your sister. Don't cry, Matty, that does no good. You shouldn't have messed with my stuff, Matty. Shouldn't have touched my stuff." Her Stunning Wedding Night Today was the biggest day of her life, it was her wedding day, she was marrying Greg, her lover from her school days, she was so happy she couldn't breathe half the time, her legs trembled. Her mother and father were there, her bridesmaids all in attendance, the cars were waiting for her. As she neared the exit door of the hotel where they were staying, everyone stopped to stare at the wondrous beauty stepping out. Everyone was in awe, her soft reflection, her perfectly made up face, her beautiful thick glossy dark hair atop her gorgeous face, was wrapped around a glittering tiara. At 5ft 4" and 5ft 7" in her heels she cut a path through all before her. The staff applauded as she passed. Tonight she would be Mrs Gregory Chambers, Not Miss July Evans. Her heart was bursting, and so was her pussy, no one knew of their copulations, she had sworn to her mum and dad that she was still a virgin, she was far far from that now, she sniggered to herself at the thought. Tonight she would be staying in the hotel with Greg, before departing for a Caribbean honeymoon tomorrow. The wedding went off without a hitch, the weather was fabulous, the photos were all taken and they settled down to a night of partying after the massive expensive reception her father had paid for. As the day wore on, July was wined and dined by everyone there. The only sad part was Greg's mother had died 6 months ago from illness. His dad was here on his own, and in moments of quiet reflection July and others could see the darkness descend on him. Everyone made a great fuss of him, and he appreciated it, he loved his son, and he loved July too, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in real life. Greg senior was a self made man, and unknown to anyone had been in touch with July's parents to help out with the expenses. He knew they didn't have a lot of money, so an agreement was reached, and it was accepted, and no one would ever ever know of it. He was staying over too, and returning home the next day to his now empty 5 bedroom house set in its own gardens that were now not in the pristine condition his wife had kept them, it had been her passion. As the evenings entertainment wore on, people began to drift away slowly, they all bid their goodbyes with best wishes, and rude and lewd comments, which brought laughter from everyone. Greg and his best man, and others were in a state of disrepair through the copious amounts of drink consumed. At the end of the night July was worried about him, but more worried that he wouldn't be able to perform his married duties. They all decided to call it a night, and the best man helped Greg to the elevator, in there with July, it was obvious that Greg was in a bad way, but through drink, nothing else. They half carried him to their suite, and got him onto the bed. He immediately fell into a drunken slumber, between them they got his clothes off, and put him into the bed. July had had a drink or two herself and was feeling randy, very randy. She walked Tony to the door, where he turned to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek, this turned into a proper kiss! She responded simply because she was tipsy, and very horny. Tony cupped her tit and squeezed a very hard nipple. July moaned into his mouth, she was just about to grasp his prick though his trousers when she managed to control herself. She pulled away, thanked Tony and held the door open for him. He peered at her quietly, but knew things had got out of hand, 'sorry,' he said and left. July returned to her now unconscious husband and sighed. 'The one night I wanted to fuck on, was this one Greg!' She almost shouted at him. He never stirred. July undressed, hung her wedding dress on the tailor's dummy, and put on the under wear she had bought just for this occasion, it was a sexy as hell! She was really annoyed at him. 'I need a fucking good fuck Greg,' she moaned. He mumbled something, turned over, and was sick every where, it was all over their bed, and on the floor, and the stink was horrendous. 'Oh my God, Ooooh fucking hell Greg what have you been doing, that is fucking gross!' She had no intention of cleaning it up, she couldn't even get near it or him, he just continued snoring his head off. 'What the fuck am I going to do now?' she thought. She couldn't call room service, there was nothing she could do, she opened the windows but that just spread the stench all around her, she held her little nose. She sat in the small armchair in her room, and tried to sleep, she couldn't, her mind was on other things, and the stink was on her. She went and had a shower, put her negligee back on and sat in the chair again. That's when the thought hit her. His dad was across and down the hall, she would go and tell him, ask him what to do? She put on her housecoat and left, making sure she had her key card. She knocked on his door; it took 5 attempts, each one louder than the last to rouse him. He was astonished to see her standing there. 'July, what's the matter, what are you doing here?' he asked her, he looked at his watch, and added, 'it's almost 2 in the morning?' 'I need your help Dad,' she had always called him dad. 'Why, what can I do?' 'It's Greg, he's out cold because he's drunk too much, and now he's been sick all over and I can't stay there a moment longer.' Taking her card, he ushered her into his room, and went to look at his son. As he entered the room, the stench almost made him wretch, it was overpowering. 'Jesus Christ Greg, what have you been drinking?' he asked his comatose son. He turned him onto his side, the 'recovery' position, tucked a pillow under his back, made sure he was okay, he left a scribbled note telling him where July was, and left the room in a hurry, before he too was sick all over. He returned to his room where July was sat on the edge of his bed. As he entered the room she asked how he was. 'He's okay, but he won't wake until the morning, I'm afraid he's out of it totally.' He told his brand new daughter. 'Oh fucking hell!' July muttered, before clamping her hand over her mouth and apologising for swearing in front of him. He laughed and said, 'I don't blame you one bit July, it's your honeymoon night, and I'm sure you thought it was going to turn out differently,' he said with a knowing look. 'Yes well,' she said, 'it won't now will it?' Knowing what he was referring to. 'Tell you what July, you get into bed, and I'll relegate myself to the chair,' he said, pointing at the small cushioned seat. 'Dad, I can't let you do that, I'll take the chair, you have your bed, I don't want you to have a bad back from it.' she told him quietly. 'I insist July, okay?' he answered, getting a blanket and pillow from the cupboard. 'Dad, if you won't take the bed, I'll leave!' she told him defiantly. 'July please, look,' he said, 'I'll tell you what, it's a double bed, why don't you have one side, I'll take the other, but only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself?' he laughed. July laughed with him, she pondered for a moment, then said. 'Okay dad, it's a deal, but I won't promise to keep my hands off you!' she said this jokingly, but her words hit him right in his prick, it jumped in his PJs. July went into the bathroom and washed her face, her skin was glowing in the pastel light of the room. She gave her a hair a brush, it cascaded around her head and shoulders. 'Jesus Christ Greg, you bloody dumbass, you are missing the first night of the rest of your life. And on top of that I was going to make it more special than you could ever have imagined!' she told her reflection I the mirror. Greg senior got into the bed, but didn't lie right on one side; he placed himself in the middle of his 'half.' July came back, took off her housecoat, but just before she got in, Greg whispered unintentionally, 'My goodness July, you are stunningly beautiful, I would find it hard to believe if I wasn't here looking at you?' As the words came out, he coloured right up. July still with her shapely knee on her side of the bed, looked at him and said. 'Why thank you kind sir, it's nice to be appreciated,' she dazzled him with her brilliant smile, and nodded in the direction of her room. She was as horny as hell, her nether regions were demanding she do something about it, 'but I can't can I?' She asked herself, 'not with my father here next to me.' She got in, turned to him, and said, 'thank you daddy,' She kissed his cheek, and before anything was either said or done, her father slipped his arm around her bare slim shoulders. July placed her soft hair and head onto him, and moved in close, she needed to be close to someone, this was her wedding night, and the man who should be holding her was done for, and in another room. A 'Mmmm' slid from her lips, as he slightly squeezed her to him. The horniness was catching up on her. She didn't know her FIL was feeling the same heat too. She slid up next to him, he was in total fear, here he was in bed, holding his son's new wife, and his prick was ready to burst. 'God,' he told himself, 'I hope it doesn't jump at her?' It did! Her arm had gone around his tummy; her elbow was in the middle, bent at the centre, and was just above his lower groin. His prick tapped her on the elbow 3 or 4 times. 'Daddy?' she whispered, she knew what it was. Then she told him the old chestnut. 'Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?' July giggled helplessly. Greg was mortified, he couldn't help his prick reacting the way it was, but it was his daughter he was holding. Her leg crossed his, her foot between his valves. 'I'm sorry July, please forgive me?' he bleated. Her shapely soft knee pressed deliciously up underneath his balls. She was taking control of the situation, and she was loving the power she was exerting over him. It turned her even more on than she had been; in fact her pussy was a furnace on full blaze! Performing the coup de gras, she took hold of his rigid prick in her soft hand and squeezed it gently. Greg senior moaned out loud, he was beaten, if he had not wanted this to happen, but in truth he did, then it was tough luck now, she had supremacy, and she wasn't going to relinquish it any time soon! 'Make love to me daddy?' she whispered in his ear, while pulling him inexorably to her by the turgid hard tool in her hand. He followed where she took him. 'July,' he croaked, 'are you sure honey?' 'Never been surer of anything more in my life daddy, do me please, I need it so so badly.' He was over her, and in a second his thick tool was embedded deep into her leaking love pot. 'Ooooh daddy, Ooooh daddy,' she squealed, 'oh yes that's wonderful daddy, don't stop, fuck me daddy, give your beautiful daughter all you have, oh yes yes daddy!' July had her father in law right where she needed him, she held him tight in arms and legs. Even if he had tried to get off her, he would have found it impossible, she wasn't letting go until he had done her, done her good, real good! Her new husband's dad powered at her as hard as he could, it had been nearly 9 months since he had been in pussy, his beloved deceased wife's pussy. Both held the other in a death grip, July softly wailing underneath him, he on top, banging her for all he was worth. The pent up needs and frustrations they both felt for different reasons, plunged them onwards to a shattering orgasmic explosion. It was bliss when he felt his balls crash against her arse for the last time, he held himself in her. His balls contracted and pulsed, as his jism spurted hotly into July's fertile womb. Neither she nor her husband were now taking precautions, they wanted a baby. July was in loving purgatory, the pain; the sublime sensation of being fucked like this was the most blissful feeling she had had, ever! Her nails dug into her husbands dads back, blood ran down him, he loved it, he cringed in wonderful pain as she dug deep. Her legs which had been crushing him a death like grip, slipped away as her body began the peaceful relaxation of after love. Greg senior looked down at his son's wife and saw a woman of utter beauty and sexual feline quality. He kissed her, July melted to him, she didn't expect this, for some reason she had thought he would see this as just a very good top quality fuck. But Greg wasn't, this had been the greatest surprise of his life, it dished his mind, befuddled it, and he loved her for it. Not getting off her, he continued kissing and moving on her, caressing her body with his, she was in sublime heaven. She knew it was wrong what they/she had done. But she didn't care, her new husband had never made love to her like this. She would make sure he would learn to do so in the future, but not yet. And unless his dad fell asleep through exhaustion, she would be fucked and made love to like this again, tonight! Greg unknown to her had already thought the same thing, he wanted her again, and hoped she would go for it, and not let guilt deter her from it. 'Daddy?' Yes baby?' 'I want to do that again, as soon as?' 'Me too honey, me too.' He was almost delirious with joy at her words. There was no chance of discovery, his door was locked and he had slid the bolt across, no one could get in. He lay next to her and July slid to him, raised herself over him, looked down at her lovely father and kissed him softly, lovingly and sexily. 'You have no idea how much I needed that dad,' she said, 'I was desperate for it.' 'I'm so glad babe, it's taken me by total surprise though.' 'Me too daddy,' she said, 'I didn't expect it either, but I'm so glad that I am not going to go through my life without knowing what I could have missed.' Her hand found his flaccid prick, they both moaned in unison, he crushed a nipple in loving retaliation, and lips locked. She mounted him, slid down to his knees and bent her gorgeous head, she sucked him in, her tongue swirled ands lapped at him, her fingers found his balls. Her suction lifted his prick upwards and stretched it, the smooth mushroom billowed up and out. Greg lay back as his beautiful daughter worked her magic on him, his prick was hardening again, this also surprised him, he had thought he would have to make a humble apology, age, lack of use etc. July fingered his tight bum hole, this brought a gasp from him, and a sudden surge of blood into his prick. Moving forward, she got up on him, reached behind her and lifted her fabulous body up and onto him. She sank down on him and he was fully embedded once again. 'Oh daddy, oh daddy, this is wonderful, you are wonderful, your prick was made by God himself to fit me, and only me!' He couldn't disagree with her, even his wife had never felt this good, a sudden blast of guilt washed over him, almost derailing his new found erection. July leaned forward and kissed him, sat back up again and went for goal, he knew he wouldn't cum anytime soon, but July went at him in a rocking fucking raid. She humped him like she knew tomorrow would never arrive. Her hands on his shoulders, eyes shut tight, her beautiful contorted face, going through different unknown poses. Her pouty full lips moving with her emotions. She blew her mind on him, she orgasmed so hard she would have fallen off, if he hadn't held her upright. Her headed thudded onto his chest in exhaustion. 'Oh daddy, oh my daddy, Mmmm, this is, has been, was fantastic, you have what women want daddy, you may not know it, but you have, you really have,' she beamed at him, and kissed him again. Her father looked up at her, her face was something he had never seen in his life, at 46 he had found what loving was about, even if it was his newly married daughter in law, so new in fact, that this was now the morning after her wedding day. Her new husband, his son, hadn't even consummated his marriage to her. No! It had been consummated for him! He laughed out loud. 'Daddy?' she enquired. 'It's okay baby, I'm just rejoicing in you, I will worship the ground you walk on for ever from this day, I honestly will.' 'Me too daddy, I will too,' she mumbled into his neck. They fell asleep, and at 7:25 he awoke with a heart stopping start, he didn't know why. But he knew where he was, and who was with him. He looked at the sleeping beauty beside him; he sadly slipped out of his bed, and headed for the shower. He turned on the water and stood under the hot needles as they stung him back to reality. How on earth could he reconcile what had happened between him, and the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, and fucked too, his beautiful son's new wife. While he was in thought, the door opened and in she stepped, her face was bright, it was alive, she was life! Her arms went around him, and she said softly but strongly. 'Don't you ever ever feel guilty about us daddy, I don't, I won't, and I never will, you are a fantastic man, and I love you,' His gut wrenched, he kissed her, it was the most natural thing to do after her saying that to him. He stopped the water, they dried, and he took her back to bed, there he 69nd her to a monstrous orgasm, he had his tongue right into her womb, her screams, which she muffled, filled the room. They lay back and loved the moment. He told her to ready herself for the morning's events. Her father dressed, and he ordered breakfast for two, July was in the bathroom unseen, when a steaming heap of food arrived, they wolfed it down, and waited. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Greg senior opened it to a very sheepish and dishevelled groom. He couldn't apologise enough, and when he found out his dad had slept on the chair he was ready for slitting his wrists. July took her new husband away, room service did the job, but before they left for their honeymoon, July kissed her father on his cheek, and told him in no uncertain terms that, 'I will see you when I get back!' Greg senior said he was already looking forward to it, shook his son's hand and wished them Bon Voyage! As Greg carried their bags down the hall. July whispered to him. 'We have more to do and accomplish daddy?' Her eyes twinkled so brightly, she surreptitiously brushed his prick with her hand and left.