Chapter 6

The ugly chore: clean up the broken dishes, the spilled food and coffee, get rid of the mess Tom Benson made when he threw down everything from the dining room table-all of this is what Tina did while her brother and mother were fucking in the other room. She suspected they were having a grand old time while she played Cinderella. But after she'd scraped up the garbage, then she had a chance to sit back and relax and wait. She was going to have a little talk with her brother when he finished tooling Vera. After all, there were two needy women in the Benson household, and if Charley played his cards right, he could have-and satisfy-them both.

But he took too long. It seemed like forever for him to finish up with Vera. Tina grew impatient. She took off her robe and whipped a finger into her twat. Her gushing cunt speeded up immediately. She found the clit, flicked it up and down and took to gasping heartily. "Oooohh," she panted when her hips started rocking. "Me oh my, a climax is coming right up!" She folded her legs tight around her wrist. She felt her own soft heated flesh wrapped around her arm. "Uuuuhhh," she muttered softly. It was over. Her knees collapsed and her one leg fell off the couch to the floor. She lay there sprawled out, her body abandoned by her mind. She groaned half-consciously: "Uuuuuhhh." It was quick, a stopgap measure to keep her from going out of her mind while waiting. She knew she'd be hot and ready, horny and lusty in another ten minutes.

She wrapped her robe around her body and paced. The living room carpet felt soft under her bare feet. She was glad her father was gone. But her reasons were different than Charley's or her mother's. Vera wanted a good fuck, and she couldn't get it with Tom hanging all over her. And Charley wanted to fuck his mother. But Tom wouldn't let him. It was obvious why mother and son wanted husband-father to leave. But young Tina had other reasons.

She paced and stopped at the living room window. It had been a year since the first time. She couldn't forget the day. She dreaded that someone would find out, that he would blurt it in a moment of drunkenness, that he would bring all sorts of shame on her and forever spoil the love between daughter and mother.

The facts, simply stated, were these: when Tina turned fourteen her father, Tom, screwed her. He was her first, and he repeated the incestuous sexual intercourse as often as he could. Sometimes the liaison was fueled by Tom, other times by Tina. Sometimes Tina loathed the thought of her father's hot prick stuffing her young cunt, and other times she refused to live without it.

Once, while her mother hung laundry in the back yard, Tina sucked her father's big meat to a perfect erection, and then, when Vera came in cheerful and all smiles, Tina had to give up her fabulous pleasure and pretend, while Tom hid his meaty dick, that she knew nothing, understood nothing about why Tom carted Vera off to the bedroom where he had her finish him off.

She could hear wails and passionate yelps at night. When her mother had spent the day or the evening at this or that meeting, and Tina had raised Tom's meat to a perfect pitch, then she would have to retire at just the moment when things were getting right, and she would have to leave her father's passionate pecker which would be finished off by her mother in the quiet and the privacy of the bedroom.

She was jealous, on occasion, of her mother's easy luck. It would be nothing for Vera to reach her hands into Tom's trousers and pull his cock out for a suck. But if Tina even thought about such a gesture it would cause her feelings of guilt and humiliation.

And yet, each and every time that her father was left alone with her, with the opportunity to play lover instead of father, he did so.

Of course, as Tina now remembered it all, the first time was the strangest. Tom, as usual, was slovenly, drunk, hostile and vociferous. He stumbled into the bedroom where Tina tried to do homework. "There she is," he had said, "my sweet little girl, my own little daughter." He leaned on the door frame. She wondered why he was so nice to her, why he spoke softly with compliments when usually all he could say was "You get that ass of yours into bed on time, honey, or there's gonna be hell to pay." He was nice that night because he wanted to jam his cock, she found out, up her pussy. Afterwards he was obnoxious.

She was a virgin until he worked his pecker down her tube. She bled on that occasion, not a lot, but enough to frighten her. But she knew better than to go to her mother and ask what to do. She suffered the humiliation alone, and she grew to know about her body, about her twat. without the help or the kindness of any pleasant man or woman.

So it was that Tina recalled her adventures with her father. There was the time, once she'd become used to the notion of fucking him, that he'd taken her out in the garage, during the commercial for a football game. Vera washed dishes at the sink, and Charley busied himself with homework. She'd happened through the room at half-time. Tom reached up with the hand that didn't hold a beer can and grabbed her wrist. "Honey," he had said, "I wanted to show you something I made for you in the garage." She knew it was an excuse to get her alone, and she looked at her mother who appeared to know nothing, and then she looked at his crotch where an obvious bulge had developed. He had held her by the wrist and brought her out to the garage so that he could prop her up on the washing machine, there to ream out her cunt with his big horny, paternal prick. She was fourteen and it hadn't taken more than a couple of minutes.

Her twat hole was tight then, at least tighter than now. The muscles were better now than they were then. She had more control after a year of fucking her father's penis than she had before they began.

She stood at the window and recalled the time that she and her father had been caught in the act. He had his steaming sword slicing up and down in her pussy. She had her legs bent back and up so that he could get more of his hefty boner into her hole. She gushed and grabbed onto his back in preparation for the orgasmic climax. But suddenly a strange woman, without knocking, appeared in the bedroom. She had said: "Well, Tom Benson, you get it from just about everyone, don't you?" She smiled and walked away with her heels clicking on the hardwood floor in the hallway and living room. This time they heard the living-room door. "Who was that, Daddy?" she'd asked. But he didn't say anything. "Forget her," he'd said, and he plowed his meaty shaft down her cunt hole again. Relentlessly he'd finished himself off in her greasy hole. As on other occasions he'd left her hanging and frustrated with no pleasure that she could call ultimate. He'd always done it that way, with no regard for whether or not she was pleased and gratified. She'd asked him again about the strange woman, so lovely, so mysterious, and he'd told her to "Shut the fuck up or I'll kick your ever lovin' ass." With that he'd thrown her out of the bed. She'd wondered for a long time if the strange woman was going to tell her mother about how she was fucking him, about how she screwed Daddy.

But the time passed quickly. Soon she'd learned to accept the incestuous intercourse, even to enjoy it. At the end she dreamed about it, begged him on occasion to fill her hot horny channel. Of course, when she'd begun fucking other men, boys at school, for example, she knew not to tell Tom.

An itch in Tina's hungry cunt brought her back to the present. She scratched the edge of her wet bush, and then she turned away from the window. She was pleased to find Charley standing at the hallway door. He'd been watching her stare out the living room window.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello," she replied.

"Mom and I-"

"I know," she said. "You don't have to worry about me." She pulled her robe around her long slender legs. Her big tits could be seen in the V-neck, but only the smooth tops.

Charley, however, was nude except for a towel. "What were you thinking about?" he asked.

"Oh, just things," she squeaked. "You know, girl things." She smiled and walked over near him. "I wanted to talk to you, though. You told me yesterday, or this morning-it's been such a long day I forget-about you and Mother, so I want to be sure that you and T have something for ourselves, too."

"You don't have to worry about that, sis," said Charley. He reached into her terry cloth robe and gave a neat stroke to one of his sister's irresistible titties. The nipple sprouted like an animated flower cartoon. "Oh, nice," he said. "Really terrific."

She blushed and reached down to the towel. "Where's Mom?"

"Asleep."

She pulled on the towel. "Come on," she said, "Let's see it. We don't have to worry about Mom or Dad. Let's do some really nice screwing."

Charley still held the towel in place. "You sure that's what you want?" he asked.

"Of course, I'm sure," she said. "What do you think? I'd say for you to fuck me and not know what I meant."

"Some people do that kind of thing," said Charley, suddenly wiser beyond his teenage years. "After all, take Dad for example, he-" But Charley saw the expression on his sister's face change. "What is it, Tina? Something I said? About Dad?"

"Oh, no," she said. "What could you say about Daddy that would bother me?" She tried to look away from him.

"It is about him, isn't it?" Charley persisted. He grabbed his sister by the shoulders and shook her toward him. "Tell me what it is, Tina. Come on, tell me!"

She stared blankly at him for a moment, but then a sorrowful, all-telling look came into her eyes. He let loose of her. He knew immediately that his sister had been fucking his father. "Oh," he said, "it's like that, is it. Well, don't you worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything. I won't tell Mom a word."

She looked up bright-eyed and relieved. "Really? You promise?"

"Scout's honor!" he said holding up one hand.

She took advantage of his lack of preparedness to pull off the towel. "That's what I want!" she exclaimed. "That prick!"

"Hey," he complained, "that's not fair."

She fell on her knees and held his joint in her face. Her lips worked quickly up and down his joy stick. "What's not fair?" she asked after she'd wet down the entire muscle. "That I suck you off? Or what?"

"Forget it," he said catching his breath. "Forget I said anything." Under the robe her shoulders were smooth and tanned. He held her there while she stroked his dick with her long, narrow tongue. She rotated her mouth around and around her brother's hot meat. "I like that, Tina," he told her, still standing in the doorway to the hall. "I like that a lot." She held onto the base of his meat with both hands, with two small fists. She pulled on the root while her tongue rubbed at the crown. Then she pushed on his loins, indicated to him to spread his legs.

He opened up for her by letting his feet slide sideways. Tina took advantage of the new access. She applied one hand to the breach in her brother's ass. There she slid a finger back and forth until finally she landed the same digit up the bunghole. Simultaneously, she stroked his meat with her tongue, and she rubbed his balls with her smooth palm.

"You lick better than Mom," he said. "I mean it." He watched her go at his prick, as though it were the last penis in the world. That kind of suck, he was sure, even through his limited experience, would be hard to find. So he applied his hands to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair. He loved his sister, in many more ways than one.

"Oh, now," she said, seeing how big his stick had become, "we have to get into bed someplace."

"What about here," he suggested pointing to the living room sofa.

"Alright by me," she said. She slid out of her robe and onto the couch. But rather than lay lengthwise, she let her feet touch flat on the floor. Her smooth thighs were spread out. He would have to enter her straight on, with only her butt on the edge of the couch.

Charley fell down between his sister's legs and checked out the hot pussy. The lips were slender but curved just right. There was a good supply of juice, and lots of pretty pubic hair. He lifted himself toward her thinking to bury his meat inside the narrow channel.

"No," she said, "first I want you to eat me out. I want you to give me a really good tongue job, Charley. I don't know why, but I'll feel more secure that way. Will you do it? For me?"

"Of course, sis," he said with a big smile. "Tell you what: you put your legs up over my shoulders. Then I'll just lean down into that sofe space there and give you all the tongue you can possibly use."

She giggled that this was a marvelous plan. "Come and get it!"

He lowered his face to the hot wet bush. "Here you go, Tina," he warned. His tongue flapped out like a hungry lizard's, only instead of just resting in the open position, he went up and down her cunt with it. He sucked her tube, her clitoris, her meaty little vaginal lips. He could feel the luscious flow of her sweet juice running down his chin. Her female aroma filled the living room, and his hard-on grew even stiffer.

"God damn fucking-a," she cried, softly rolling her pelvis around his tongue meat. "That's the kind of hot fuck in the cunt that can make a girl forget all her troubles. Mmmmm, good!" She clamped her hot thighs shut on his face. Then she put her hands down under her butt and lifted her pussy harder, closer to his mouth. She got more of that worming tongue flapping in her twat, and that's what made her so happy. "Oooooh," she cooed, "Lovely, Charley! The best!"

He pushed her thighs open so that he could get air. "Wow," he said, "I was suffocating down there. Lemme breathe." Clit juice dripped from his nose and cheek. "Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Too bad Dad's not here to see this one."

"Yeah," agreed Tina. "But he'd probably want to hog the whole thing just for himself." She opened her comely thighs wider. "Come on," she insisted, "shove the big one in me."

He stood up and put his hands on either side of her head on the back of the sofa. In this manner he could do a push up on her smooth sweaty body. And on the down stroke, if everything went right, his cock would be in his sister's willing twat. He lowered himself toward the target area.

"I'm just gonna make sure," said Tina, looking down between their bodies, "that you go in right." She took his prick in her hand and guided the missile to the target area. When Charley had his fat prick head within range, Tina worked her hand back down to the base and tooled herself with the head. In this way, as Charley started forward, into the slippery breach, she could be sure to have his meaty head wherever she wanted it. "Ooh, my," she hollered when he started in, "that's just exactly right." She let go of his prick because every inch of it rubbed along her erect clitoris.

"You like that?" he asked softly, blowing hot moist air in her ear. "I mean, you like that big prick going in your little tube, don't you?"

"You know I do," she said. "Otherwise I wouldn't be doing it." She smiled. "Of course, you could always force me to do it. But that's different." She lifted her hands and wrapped them around his firm butt cheeks. She pulled him down close to her, between her legs, and further into her twat hole. "I like a lot of you in me," she told her brother. "The more meat, the better the screw, eh?"

She began gyrating to give his hefty flesh prong some stimulation. "I like that," he said, "but I think the real thing is yet to come." He picked his sister up off the couch and held her around the waist. Her legs curled around his hips. Her twat was greased well enough to slip and slide freely on his cock while he stood up and changed positions. "Oh my God, Charley," she screamed, "what are you doing?" Her legs knotted around his waist. She crossed her ankles so as not to slip off her brother's hefty meat.

"I'm taking you over here," he said, rolling her down under him. Now they lay on the carpeting. She had her knees up and her twat was open wide. "Good, eh?" he asked before plunging in again.

"What a screw," she said breathlessly. His meat dug down into her twat tube. She tried to squeeze him into place, tried to get his boner milked and juicing. But his speed and power were quicker than her smooth, wet muscles. He jabbed her as hard as he could and the result was her passionate wail, her bouncing belly and shaking hips. "Oh, my God! Fuck! Fuck!"

He squirted hot come up the wet contracting tube. "There," he said. "Now you got more of what Mom got."

"Mmmmm," she said, slowly easing down off his tough, steely rod, "that's what I call a dyno-fucking-might screw job!" She rolled over to the side.

"Me, too," said Charley. "I call it dyno-fucking-might, too!"