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Me, My Brother and Our Dad - 2
by BlkIrishGirl (blkirishgirl@hotmail.com)
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Life after being caught fucking my brother by our
father and his strange reaction. (M/f-teen, inc, rom)
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PART 2
-= Chapter Three =-
You'll have to use your own imagination as to what
each of us was thinking as the three of us locked eyes
in shock, awe and horror for what seemed like a
lifetime! Be that as it may if you decide to do so be
sure to include this fact. Time went on to reveal that
my father had stood there for as he put it, "an
incalculable span before the words ever reached my
mouth". In any case the short version of what happened
immediately after goes like this.
My father was the first to eventually break our frozen
state of terror. He spoke not another word but simply
turned and walked away. By the time my brother and I
had put ourselves together and gotten up the nerve to
come out and face him, to face the wrath of his music,
he wasn't there. He'd gotten into his car and driven
off, returning several hours later into that night or
early morning.
For roughly the next month my brother and I walked
around heedfully and extremely leery of an appending
doom, which never came to pass. We waited for one or
both of our parents and especially our father to read
us the riot act. Yet neither had said a word, were
they OK with what we'd done or what? We were certain
he'd told our mother, so why hadn't she spoken on it?
Even more confusing was our father's behavior since
seeing his son battering his baby girl's asshole as if
I were the slut of the year. Neither of us understood
it! Whenever he was alone with either or both of us,
he virtually refused to speak or even look at us. On
the other hand, whenever mom was around we were one
big happy family. He acted as if nothing had happened,
but the three of us knew some serious shit had in fact
happened! Why in heaven's glory hadn't, wouldn't
either of them just say or do whatever was on their
minds, so we could all get this shit behind us! If
you'd been caught by your father with your brother's
dick balls deep up your ass and as of yet, there was
no consequences. You'd understand how we felt, we were
fucking basket cases!
As fate would have it and I'd say just less than three
months later give or take; I began to feel as if my
father was seeming looking at me differently. Not in
an angry or disappointed way, but in a snakingly
intense sexual one. Though ever so discretely and at
the time I couldn't swear to it, but I could sense him
leering at my adult sized feminine features.
Within this time frame on a nothing special kind of
day my suspicion proved to be prophetic. We were all
at home and late evening had come. Mom was in the
kitchen cooking, my brother was upstairs in his room
and my father and I were alone in the family room. He
was sitting in his chair watching some game and
glancing over the newspaper.
Coincidentally, I was sitting directly in front of him
on the couch reading a rather good book. Also and
again purely coincidentally, I was wearing only a big
T-shirt and a pair of extra low crouch squeezing sheer
panties.
As I said the book was good and as I got deeper into
it in an unconsciously relaxing and laid back manner,
I became oblivious to my father's presents. I'd thrown
my legs up on the couch which had caused my shirt to
raise high up thigh. What that meant from my father's
line of sight, was an eagle's eyed view of his
daughter's virtually see through painted camel toed
pussy. Only by accident did I become aware of my
sitting position and my father's enjoyment thereof.
Having become thirsty and lifting my eyes from the
book, I caught his eyes boring a new hole between my
legs. As I laid the book down in preparation of
heading to the kitchen, he tried to play off where he
was looking. However it was too late and though he
wouldn't have admitted it we both knew it. He didn't
have time to wipe away the lustful sweat dripping from
his face, or cover up that elephant boner in his
lounging pants.
Although I let him believe he'd gotten away with
everything, the fact had spoken for itself, I'd caught
him staring and thirsting for his juvenile daughter's
pussy, my pussy!
Strangely excited by it all I traveled to and from the
kitchen with an inflamed sense of depravity and
whorish intent. Knowing clearly that I had my father's
sexual attention, that I truly had him by the balls,
released uncontainable secretions of female fluids
into what little panties I had on.
As if nothing was different I returned to my position
on the couch. Only this time I intentionally opened my
legs as wide as I could without being totally obvious.
Since my father wanted to see his little girls' pussy,
I made sure he had a damn good look and this time he'd
also see just how wet it gets too!
While hiding my face behind the book I continued to
switch positions providing him with different points
of view. Every so often I would peek up over the book,
delighting myself as I watched him squirming in his
chair and trying to discretely massage his hard dick.
Thus was the first episode between my father and me.
The next monumental happening between us came during a
bitter sweet period several months later. My
grandmother, my mom's mom, had an unexpected fatal
heart attack. My mom being the oldest and most
businesslike of my grandparent's two children, my
mother and a much young sister, had to drop everything
and return to Ireland. My brother though being an
Alpha stud publicly was at heart a mama's boy;
instinctively he packed his bags and went with her.
It wasn't that simple for dad being in the military,
and though ranked as a lieutenant colonel at the time
had to get permission. As for me all else aside at
heart I've always been daddy's little girl, so
naturally I stayed behind with him. The plan was that
he and I would join the rest of our family in a few
days.
Now you have to understand my grandparents, especially
my grandmother, whole-heartedly loved and adored my
father and he her. (I learned later that he use- to
fuck her, my mom and my aunt, while cuckolding my
grandfather.) So he took the news of her sudden death
almost as hard as my mom. He was genuinely torn up,
completely dishearten behind my grandmothers loss.
In my mind it was as if it were up to me to try to
lift his spirits, or at least give him something else
to think about. Only I had no idea how or what would
accomplish either or the other.
Then as he and I were returning from putting my mother
and brother on the airplane, it suddenly came to me.
Though nervous and scared shitless, as he was driving
I discreetly placed my hand in his lap. Along with the
best words of comfort and reassurance known to anyone
of my age at the time, I softly rubbed his upper thigh
purposely working my way towards its insides.
Of course in the back of my mind my goal was to
eventually reach his dick. Evidentially, my massaging
of his inner thigh was in fact taking his mind of our
sorrows. The proof came when long before I could have
ever reached his rod, it had come out way down his leg
to meet me far beyond the half-way point.
Having not considered such a quick response from his
body, the sudden feeling of his extensively long and
freakishly thick dick steadily moving, growing beneath
my hand momentarily startled me. In addition to that
once it became unmistakably definitive to the both of
us that I was no longer stroking his thigh but instead
I was kneading his gut plunger, I proceeded
hesitantly. I did so waiting for him to put a stop to
the situation but he continued to drive as if I were
doing nothing distracting or wrong.
Sensing he'd given me the green light and calculating
that we still had roughly a half-hour to forty-five
minutes of road time left before reaching home, I
decided to go for broke!
Boldly I unzipped and unfastened his pants and after
removed the wholeness of that monster from its place
of confinement, I did that for which I was created to
do. Starting with his balls I began to kiss, lick and
suck my way over and around the completeness of his
shaft before eventually engulfing what I could down my
throat.. As you should have already learned, I take
pride in the realization that I am a full-fledged
slut. There is and has never been anything more on
this planet that I love more than a big hard thick
dick in either of my holes but in my mouth, comes
second only to my ass. Though moans of appreciation
began to purr from my father's throat, the one truly
getting the pleasure was me.
I could feel daddy struggling to keep his mind on the
road while his daughter sucked his dick, like a
starved Neanderthal trying to suck the last taste of
marrow out of a dinosaur bone, after devouring all its
meat! Soon he was reaching over seeking to explore my
body with his free hand. Though excited by what was
happening between us, I was still a bit nervous only
because he was after all driving. Nonetheless,
trusting him with my life, I twisted myself around
giving daddy full access to whatever part of my body
he so desired to probe. Of course, just like a man he
went straight for the pussy!
That day of all days I had on jeans so at best all he
could do was grip and grope it from the outside, but
that wasn't going to get it for him. Feeling him
grappling and straining to undo my belt, I decide to
help him out. Though I had a pit bulls' lip lock on
the head of his dick, I managed not only to undo the
belt, but I also slid my jeans down to my ankles and
returned opened legged back in the seat.
Now all that stood between daddy and his objective was
one little thin pair of cotton panties, which his hand
quickly dove beneath. Even though I was sucking my
dad's womb beater for the first time, there are no
words to express the wicked and lasciviously evil
sensations I felt as my own father's hand came flesh
to flesh with my pussy! I won't even attempt to go
there because I'm STILL not sure where the hell there
was!
During those days in every way my dad was bigger,
stronger, thicker and more muscularly hard toned than
my brother. His hand swallowed up the area between my
legs as it fought to make itself at home. As he
prospected feverishly around that which defines me as
female, even his touch was overwhelmingly more
intense. Truth is his experience and maturity became
the defining factor, in terms of how I reacted overall
between the two, though they covered the same area.
In any case, one, two, three and then finally four of
his fingers crammed my female genitalia! Remember
bigger? Well that includes his fingers! I've had dicks
over the years that weren't equal to one of those
fingers. Nonetheless, I had no choice but to release
his johnson from my mouth, way back somewhere around
finger number two!
If I had not done so by the time he reached finger
number four I would have probably bitten the damn
thing off, behind my gasping for breath. Though
exquisitely done those fingers sucked the air out of
me as he repeatedly jabbed into me over and over with
piercing piston like punishing plunges. Because we
were driving during daylight hours and because what
was going on inside that car was bad enough, I knew I
had to hold back my screams.
Because we were driving during daylight hours and
because what was going on inside that car was bad
enough, I knew I had to hold back my screams. To the
naked eye what the unknowing public saw whenever daddy
and I were among them was a big mountain sized damn
near purple black man with a young baby faced red-
haired nearly pale white girl with a phat ass and big
tits, so no screams.
Be that as it may he fingered me to several powerful
orgasms and continued to fiddle around with my pussy
while I sucked and jacked him off, until reaching our
home at the dust dark hour.
-= Chapter Four =-
Though I skipped into the house all giddy in
anticipation of things immediately getting hotter
between daddy and me, he on the other hand straggled
along like a handicapped snail. Then as soon as we got
inside instead of taking me a like blue balled
breeding bull, as I'd premeditatedly envisioned, he
softly asked me to have a seat.
After saying "We need to talk," he went on to clear
the air about a few things, starting with walking in
on my brother and me. In short he revealed to me that
we weren't the first in the family to fuck each other,
not by a long shot!
He explained to me how and almost in explicit details
that though he didn't have any sisters; he'd fucked
two of his aunts, damn near all his female first
cousins and other relatives. Not that he'd planned any
of it, it just happened. So he understood how it could
happen with siblings, especially two as close as my
brother and I have always been.
He was just caught off guard and to be honest "I was a
bit jealous but even though I and several others in my
family have done it, or even if being with you like
that has cross my mind, it doesn't change the fact
that is not right. What we did on the way home
sweetheart wasn't right either and nothing like that
can ever happen again between you and I. You and your
brother have to make up your own minds, but your
mother and I won't ask either way, it's your
decisions" he said. Then he cautioned me about all the
societal and personal consequences and or
complications incestuous relationships can be
vulnerable to.
Also he went on to tell me the whole story of how
after meeting my mom he wound up staying with and
fucking her mother, her sister and her in the same bed
and more often than not at the same time. He told me
how they cuckold my grandfather and what a cuckold
was. "Damn so much shit goes on in the world that kids
have no fucking clue about. My family's full of freaks
on both damn sides" so I thought to myself.
As wild as it may seem to others, things finally
started to make sense to me. Now I understood why
being a slut came so natural to me. Fuck I inherited
the HO gene from both sides of my family tree. No damn
wonder I loved getting DICKED down and treated like
fuck toy, the shit's runs in my blood!" (Such is my
final answer in the summation of my innate thoughts
concerning my love of man meat and that conversation
with my dad.)
Disappointingly, at least in my hormonally charged and
lecherous mind anyway, for the rest of that evening we
were your socially acceptable father and daughter. We
order a pizza, watched television and retired to our
separate showers and rooms. As was my normal routine
after drying myself off I slipped on an over-sized T-
shirt and no panties, before crawling under the
covers.
Had this been any other time I would have most likely
fallen asleep shortly thereafter. However this was not
any other time, my dearest grandmother was dead and
I'd sucked my father's dick while he finger fucked me
for the first time, all in the course of that one
single day! Sleep? I don't think so; I couldn't and
apparently neither could my father.
I could hear my father crying his heart out in the
room he and my mother shared. I told you my brother
was an Alpha, a stone cold hard ass Black bull of an
ass-kicker if you will, but even he knew not to dare
buck up against our dad. So for my father to be openly
crying with such passion and volume meant he was in
agony!
So there we were in to different rooms experiencing
our mutual pain separately. Because his pain seemed
far more intense than my own, I rose up and went to
his beside. I lay down beside him and held him tightly
and he returned my comforting embrace.
As we were lying there emotionally consoling each
other, I kissed him on the top of his head. As if to
say thank you he looked up and placed a soft kiss upon
my lips. He did this twice but the last time he did
so, our tongues seemed to uncontrollably begin to
wrestle.
As if I were his wife and lover instead of his
daughter, he intuitively reached for the bottom of my
T-shirt. As he started to remove it from by body, I
helplessly position myself to allow him no resistance.
Though I lay in my mother's bed naked as freshly
plucked chicken, alone with her husband and my father,
I felt no guilt or shame.
He by nature only sleeping in boxer shorts and after
having worked them down his torso, was also now
completely unclothed. He returned his lips to mine,
and his tongue to my own. As he kissed me he genteelly
he ran his fingers through my hair. Though his lips
and tongue remain glued to my body, they expertly
shifted from point to point. Traveling from my mouth,
to the top of my head, to behind my ears, to down my
neck, my breast plate, my breast and nipples, down my
stomach and hips over and over with precision.
They also traveled down my thighs to my ankles and
even my toes and then back up again. The difference
between my father and my brother in terms of fucking
is like night and day. They're both great and have
their purpose and time but my father, is the original
and my brother is a distant copy. Anyhow, once his
lips and tongue reached my, years away from obtaining
a driver's license pussy, OMFG! I was ready to call
the police because what my daddy was doing to me; had
to be a GAWD DAMN CRIME!
After spreading apart and holding in place the lips of
my meat heater, he leisurely bathed the space between
them with the face and tip of his tongue. Like a fine
wine connoisseur, daddy savored his work and
apparently my flavor. Though my brother had and does
still from to time eaten my pussy well, his best
effort failed to compare, daddy took the time to as he
put it "enjoy the aroma, taste the vintage and
appreciate the uniqueness of my essence."
Masterfully he'd ripple the length of my wide open
slit, swishing my clitty delicately around and then
he'd snake tongue the depths of my crater with sharp
quick lashes of sinful titillations. Over and over and
over some more my daddy consumed the peculiarities of
my personal place, until I became one big bundle of
mindless trembling orgasmic nuclear tremors.
Till this day, though I've come close, I have never
experience another sexual release of the magnitude
which my father's action force me to endure. I
imploded then exploded as I ejaculated a monsoon of
female cum with hurricane strength into his mouth and
the surrounding territory!
Though barely coherent I felt two hundred and seventy
plus pound of solid muscle climb on top of me. I
sensed my legs being spread and locked around the
small of his back and then I felt the hurt of a
telephone pole jammed up my, not really ready to be in
this bull's pen, fuck hole.
Thank heavens for that orgasm, that extra lubrication,
because he entered me testicle deep in one long hard
rapid thrust! I PASSED THE FUCK OUT! When the lights
came back on daddy was gliding in the pussy. He
authentically swayed from side to side and rocked my
walls back and forth. Like a chess master each and
every one of his moves had purpose and devastating
intentions.
Let me make this simple for you to understand. There
isn't a whole lot of difference, though
distinguishable, between the length of my brother's
dick and that of my father's, though daddy has got him
beat there too. However, when it comes to the girth,
we're in a whole new ball park!
Imagine a tender budding heifer in heat, the parts and
the feeling are the same but... she's foolishly
strayed into the pen of aroused breeding bull. Now
imagine he's mounted and locked himself inside her
tiny little inners! MOOOO HEIFER! MOOOOO! Now that you
have the picture before your eyes...
While holding my head in his gentle fingers as he
danced inside my tightness, he passionately kissed me
and all movement inside me came to an undesirable end.
Yes I was in pain but by this point it was a rapturous
ache and although I could have lived out the rest of
my life in the bliss of our tongue lock and the
fullness of the steel hard, yet motionless dick shoved
inside my little girl pussy I craved to be fucked!
"I'm ready daddy, please fuck me. I know you're
hurting behind gramps; I'm here for you now. Take your
frustration and pain out on me, I can take it daddy,
go ahead fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" paraphrased, but I
encouraged him to proceed with words to this effect. I
couldn't help it the harlot in me had taken control.
Gradually he started to once again move within me, and
he increase the pace and the depths of his stokes, so
increase the pain I felt. Again being longer and
thicker than the only other man who'd ever fucked me,
my brother, he reached never before touched nerves
from all directions.
Suddenly he positioned my legs over his shoulders, and
then stood up in my pussy (think man pushups) and I
transformed from his loving daughter and or wife in to
his "YOU'RE DADDY'S BITCH! YOU'RE MY HO GOT THAT!" he
bellowed commandingly.
The power of his hell reaching descents into the core
of my will intensified with each calculated
interjection! The pain was excruciating yet liberating
as it unleashed my primitive animalistic submissive
nature. As if it were happening this minute I can hear
myself confessing, "FUCK ME DAD! FUCK ME! FUCK THE
SHIT OUT OF ME DADDY! I'M YOUR BITCH! IT'S YOUR PUSSY
DADDY FUCK IT! OWN IT! TAKE IT! TAKE YOUR LITTLE GIRLS
PUSSY!" and all kinds of other wild demented shit came
out my mouth.
Though I suppose surprised that I was saying such
things to him anyway, daddy wasn't to be out talked or
fucked! There is no need to go into the exchange of
lewdness; you've had a taste of daddy so you imagine
what kind of shit came out his mouth.
He fucked me so deep, hard and long that he had me
running from the dick! In a sense he reminded me that
I was still young slut and that I was out of my league
trying to fuck with the big dogs. Yet since I was
already in the bull's pen, I was going to get the full
heifer treatment. He fucked me in the bed; he fucked
the hell out of me hanging off the side of the bed and
even chased me off the bed and onto the floor.
I came so many times that I was sure I had nothing
left but daddy... DAMN! I thought daddy would never
bust his balls! There I was on the floor screaming and
squealing like a gutted pig, with my legs wrapped
around my father's neck, as his inhumanely large and
overtly thick dick senselessly clobbered my cervix
while the family jewels bashed back and forth against
my ass checks.
Graphically, I remember as the cadence of his
churnings intensified and I felt his pleasure prod
starting to swell, spreading my enclosure even more. I
could also feel the sensations of his pending climax
pulsating with determination and authority though the
veins of his dick.
Drained of all ability to help him but smart enough to
know he was headed for the white water rapids and the
ride, my ride anyway was about to become seriously
turbulent! I knew the best thing I could for my own
safety if nothing else, was to hang on for dear life!
Soon daddy was defining the meaning and upholding the
honor of the term, BLACK BULL STUD!
He unleashed the fire storms of his pains,
frustrations and his anger, into the hole between my
legs! He bucked, humped, rammed and slammed, my
already fucked senseless and by then damn near
lifeless body with unbridled savagery...
...and then it happened! Violent waves of my yet to be
conceived little brothers and sisters began to slam
against the restrictions of my womb with spine
shattering potency. Daddy came with so much strength
and stamina, pill or not, "OH FUCK I'M KNOCKED UP!" I
thought and I was certain of it!
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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