Chapter 3
Kelly had been over it all in her mind. Kristi was nuts, she'd never get to first base with Daddy. In fact, she'd probably get her ass paddled and be sent to her room without dinner. So there was no point in spying on something like that.
Kelly lounged on her bed, trying to concen-trate on a book, but she couldn't get her mind off Kristi's wild scheme. What if it actually worked? What if Kristi really got Daddy to fuck her? That would be pretty exciting to see. Finally, Kelly's curiosity got the better of her, and she set aside the book and went to the window.
"Oh, my gosh," she breathed.
Daddy and Kristi were lying naked by the pool, getting each other off. Kelly could hardly believe her eyes. She blinked and looked again. Sure enough, Kristi had her fingers wrapped around Daddy's enormous prick and was pump-ing it fast and eagerly, while Daddy stiffly worked his middle finger in her cunt, finger-fucking her.
Kelly felt a surge of envy. She really wanted to be in her twin's place, having all that naughty fun with Daddy. Yet she knew it wasn't right and that Kristi was being a very bad girl. It was also naughty of Kelly to spy. Yet she couldn't tear herself away from the scene. She felt her virgin pussyslit getting hot and creamy as she watched.
If only she could see better! She grabbed up a pair of binoculars which she and Kristi used sometimes for spying on the neighbors. They'd never seen anything really hot, but they hadn't given up yet. Now the binoculars were being put to good use. Kelly focused in on the scene below and shivered with lusty excitement.
Now she had a close view of Daddy's thick middle finger pumping up and down in Kristi's juicy little pussy-hole. It was pistoning steadily, working out her pearly cream. Kristi had a big lusty grin on her face and was obviously enjoy-ing hell out of Daddy's expert finger-fucking.
Even more exciting, Kelly thought, was to watch Kristi's little fist zipping up and down the wrist-thick shaft of their father's stiff cock. That rigid pole of cockmeat looked enormous. Thick cream was oozing from the cleft and running down to soak Kristi's fingers. Kelly really envied her twin. She wanted so much and explore a cock.
Then she gasped as thick blobs of cream began to spurt from Daddy's cock, splattering Kristi's tits and belly. Kristi cried out, rubbing the thick cream into her skin, and her convulsive movements told Kelly that she was coming, too.
Kelly watched enviously as her father and sister rinsed off in the pool and exchanged a linger-ing kiss.
Still, she'd never admit her envy. When Kristi walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, Kelly set down her book and snapped, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Kristi Allen."
"How come?" Kristi grinned as she stripped off her wet bikini.
"For all the wicked things you did with Daddy," Kelly said.
"Now, how would you know about that, unless you spied?" Kristi taunted.
Kelly blushed but said, "Well, I just wanted to know how you were getting along."
Naked, Kristi flopped onto her bed and sighed, "Oh, Kelly, it was so exciting, and I got off so good. We didn't go all the way, but I'm gonna try for that tonight."
"You are?" Kelly exclaimed. "Yeah," Kristi grinned, "I don't give up easy. I'm not gonna quit pestering him till he fucks me."
"You'll never get him to do that," Kelly said.
"You never know," Kristi replied. "Look how far I got today."
She had a point there, but Kelly was positive that she'd never get Daddy to go all the way with her. At dinner she watched him and saw him looking over at Kristi with a worried and guilty expression. Obviously, he regretted what they'd done, now that he'd come back to his senses. If Kristi thought she was going to see more action with him, she was going to be disappointed.
As the twins went to brush their teeth after dinner, Kristi said, "How about leaving me alone with Daddy? Tell him you're gonna go read or something."
"Sure," Kelly said, "but it's not gonna do you any good."
"We'll see about that," Kristi grinned. "And by the way, it's okay if you wanta spy on us."
"I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing," Kelly snapped.
She did what Kristi wanted, excusing herself right after dinner, leaving them alone in the liv-ing room. She'd hardly disappeared up the stairs before Kristi bounced out of her chair and hur-ried over to her father, jumping up into his lap. She curled her arms around his neck and started to kiss him, but Dean avoided her lips.
"Kristi," he said, giving her a firm push off his lap, "I need to talk to you about something. Let's go to my room where we can be sure of privacy."
"Sure, Daddy," Kristi grinned. She figured she had it made. He was looking stern and serious, but that was just an act in case they ran into any of the live-in help. Kristi bounced along, humming to herself, as they made their way into his private wing and then to his bedroom. Dean closed the door and looked at his grinning daughter.
"Kristi," he said sternly, "do you know what incest is?"
Kristi frowned for a moment, then replied, "Isn't that stuff you burn to make rooms smell nice?"
Dean groaned. "No, honey, incest, not incense. You're sure you don't know what it means?"
"Nope," Kristi said. "Can we get it on now, Daddy?"
Dean saw that he was getting nowhere fast, so he tried sounding even more stern. "Kristi, incest means relatives making love, such as a father and daughter. It's very wrong. There are laws against it;"
"That's stupid," Kristi said, starting to take off her clothes. "Why should they make laws against something that's so much fun?"
"I'm trying to tell you that we're not gonna get it on again," Dean said with an exasperated sigh, "so quit undressing. I want your ass out of here, right now. And as far as I'm concerned, this afternoon didn't happen. I made a big mistake, but I won't do it again."
Kristi gawked at him, finally taking in what he was telling her. They weren't going to fuck.
They weren't going to do anything ever again. She was so disappointed, she burst into tears. Dean could never cope with female tears. He felt like a jerk. He rushed over to his sobbing daughter and gave her a big hug.
"There, now, honey, you'll be okay," he soothed.
She kept on crying, so he picked her up and carried her over to his huge fur-draped bed. He lay down beside her and held her, while Kristi cuddled against him and plotted like mad. Daddy was dead set against making love to her, but maybe she still had a chance with him. She remembered one of the very exciting things Cindy had done to him last night.
"Kristi, what in hell are you up to?" he sput-tered as she reached for the zipper of his pants.
"I'm just gonna look, Daddy," she said inno-cently. "Looking can't hurt anything, can it? Just consider it part of my sex education."
As she chattered on, she unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. Even semi-hard, it looked huge. Eagerly she fisted his thick hairy cockbase, getting a good firm grip, then sud-denly wriggled out of Dean's embrace and knelt beside him. She dipped her head low, stuck out her tongue, and started licking his cock. He yelped.
"Kristi, stop that right now," he cried. "That's very naughty, and I won't have it!"
Kristi ignored him, of course. She had a tight grip on his cock, and he couldn't get away without bad consequences. She had her sexy dad right where she wanted him, his cock swelling and throbbing under her greedily lashing tongue. Dean gave a horny shiver and tried to control himself, but he knew it was a losing bat-tle. Helplessly, he watched his daughter's gleam-ing pink tongue swirling around and around the mushrooming head of his prick. "Kristi, dammit, this isn't right," he groaned. "Oh, relax, Daddy," she cooed, "and let's just have some fun together. Nobody else has to know about it."
Nobody except Kelly. Kristi's studious twin had gone up to her room, picked up a book, laid it down, and crept back down to the living room, overcome with curiosity. It was just possible that Kristi might get Daddy to fuck her, and Kelly just had to see that. She found the living room empty, but she quickly tracked them to Dean's bedroom.
She slipped into the connecting bathroom and eased the door open just a crack. Quickly she assessed the situation. Kristi was licking Daddy's cock while he told her it was wrong. She was paying no attention to him and actually, he looked like he was really enjoying her hot lick-ing. It looked as if Kristi just might get what she was after.
Kelly figured she might as well be comfortable while she spied, so she lowered the terry-covered toilet lid and sat down. She watched Kristi's wet little tongue zipping around and around the fat purple head of Daddy's cock, and she watched Daddy's face getting red and his nostrils flar-ing. His eyes seemed to go glassy with lust. Most exciting of all, she watched his big cock get even bigger.
It was actually growing as Kristi tongued it. As it swelled, it pushed her gripping fingers wider and wider apart, and the head got huge, mushrooming under her lashing tongue. Dean gave a hoarse groan of surrender as his prick swelled to its full dimensions, and he flopped back and let the tension leave his body.
"Honey," he said hoarsely, "it's still wrong, but God help me, I just can't resist."
Kristi drooled all over his cock head. As he spoke, the hot cream was starting to ooze from his piss hole, and she tasted prick juice for the very first time. Right away, she liked the salty flavor, and she eagerly lapped up the thick stuff as it bubbled out. Dean watched her and felt his lust reaching the boiling point.
"Yes, baby," he breathed, "Daddy really likes that."
As she tongued his creaming cock head, he began to undress her. He slipped off her san-dals and tugged down her jeans. He removed her t-shirt and discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. Ordinarily, she would have been punished for that, but tonight it seemed kind of silly. He reached for her little bikini panties and slipped them down over the sleek rounds of her ass. His prick gave a violent lusty lurch as he ogled the juicy light-pink flesh of her naked cuntslit.
Kristi got really excited when Daddy's cock jumped like that. It seemed to have a life of its own. It practically tore its way out of her fist, and it drooled an even thicker stream of juice. Eagerly, she gobbled up the tasty cream, roll-ing it around in her mouth and savoring it. Dean watched her feverishly, his lust boiling out of control.
He didn't think he could get much more turned-on, but he did when his cute blond daughter opened her lips very wide and started sliding them down around the massive head of his cock. His own kid was going to suck his cock-and he just lay there and watched her do it! He couldn't stand to make her stop, not now. "Unnnhhhhh," Kristi murmured, trying to ease her small mouth around the massive head of his prick.
It had looked easy when Cindy did it, but it was a very tight fit for Kristi. She felt like her lips were going to split as she worked them down around that enormous purple bulb of cock flesh. Daddy's cock kept trying to tear its way out of her hand, and she had to keep a tight grip on it. Finally, she got the whole cock head into her mouth, but that was all she could take.
She caught her breath, then drew in her cheeks like she'd seen Cindy do. She started to suck, and Dean yelped and almost flew off the bed. She was sucking strongly, drawing the thick hot cream right out of his piss hole, and she was driving him wild. His nostrils flared, and his face got red with lust. More boiling juice bubbled from his piss hole, and she gobbled it eagerly.
"Christ, yes, honey," Dean groaned, "suck Daddy's cock, I love it!"
About twenty feet away, peering out from the dark bathroom, Kelly was seething with envy. Her pussy felt like it was on fire with need, and she ached to be part of the naughty fun that was going on in Daddy's bedroom. Kristi had her little mouth crammed full of fat purple cock head, and she was sucking on it like it was candy. It looked like so much fun.
Of course, Kelly would never do a thing like that, or so she told herself. She intended to be a good girl and wait till she was married before she had sex with a guy. If she masturbated, that didn't count. She was still a virgin, wasn't she? And she intended to save it for the man she married.
But she could see how that might get difficult under some circumstances. Like right now. All she could think of was how she wanted to get it on with her handsome father and how she envied her twin for all the excitement she was having with Daddy. She was creaming so heav-ily, she'd soaked right through her panties. She fought the urge to play with herself.
On the other hand, why fight it? If she just remembered not to moan and yell with the pleasure of it, she could beat off and get some relief for the fiery ache between her legs. As quietly as she could, Kelly unzipped her jeans and slid a hand down inside her panties. She touched the soft warm fur of her wispy fourteen year old bush and then the scorching wet flesh of her pussy. She found the erect and pulsating lump of her clit and began to rub it with her stiff index finger.
"Ooooooh," she gurgled softly, "yesssss!"
It was a relief to be rubbing her greedy little clit, but she reminded herself to be absolutely quiet. She didn't want to get caught spying and beating off. It would be just too humiliating. So she silently rubbed her clit and gave herself a continuous buzz of pleasure as she watched her twin sister sucking their dad's cock.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah, baby, that's great," Dean was groaning, his handsome features contorted with lust.
Kristi was going at him with hot excitement, working her juicy little lips as swiftly as she could over the thick blue-veined shaft of his prick. She sucked with powerful vacuum pressure, drawing the hot cream from his piss hole, then savoring it before gobbling it down. It was clear that she loved the taste of cock juice and just couldn't get enough.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm!" she moaned. "Yeah, sugar, eat all you want," Dean cried hoarsely.
He was lolling back on the pillows, not even trying to fight her off, ignoring the voice of his conscience. Of course, he knew damned well that it was wrong to let his own kid go down on him, but at this point he just didn't give a fuck. All he could think about was shooting his load down her greedy little throat. Then he might be able to think about something else.
"Suck it, baby, suck," he growled, closing his eyes in ecstasy."
Kristi didn't really have to be urged. She loved sucking her dad's big drooling cock and gobbling his tasty hot cream. His huge prick head filled her mouth, throbbing violently against every inch of it, and his juice dripped steadily onto her taste buds. She sucked faster and harder as she got the hang of it, and Daddy responded with hoarse groans of delight.
She wondered if Kelly was spying on them. She figured she was, because the bathroom door was open just a crack. She couldn't see Kelly, but she hoped she was there. Kelly needed to be turned on. She was too uptight about sex, too puritanical. She needed a good case of hot pants. Then maybe, she could let herself go and have some fun.
"Mmmmmmm," Kristi moaned, a drawn-out sound of delight, letting her twin know how great it was to be sucking Daddy's cock and eating his cream.
Kelly shivered with envy. She got the message, all right. Although she'd never tasted cock cream, she was drooling as she watched Kristi gobbling up Daddy's juice. She didn't know how she was going to wait for marriage to try all those fun things. That seemed years and years away.
She rubbed her clit faster, and her molten cuntal juices spurted out, soaking her finger. She could feel her little clit throbbing like crazy, and she knew it was about ready to explode. She reminded herself to be quiet as a mouse when she came. It would be mortifying if Daddy and Kristi caught her watching them and playing with herself.
"Unnnhhh, honey, suck harder now," Dean groaned, "get Daddy off!"
Kristi gurgled her agreement and shifted into high gear, her head bobbing furiously, blond curls flying. She sucked as fast and hard as she could on her father's creaming boner, and Dean yelled with delight and dug his fingers into the bedspread. He arched his powerfully muscled body and shoved his huge cock farther into his daughter's greedily sucking mouth.
"That's it, sugar, I'm almost there!" he panted.
Kristi felt his cock throbbing so hard, she thought it would explode. His cream was drib-bling out steadily now, and he was starting to saw his rock-hard prick back and forth over her slick little tongue. She realized he was spinning out of control, about to climax, but beyond that she didn't know what to expect.
She wasn't even sure exactly how guys came. She gurgled with excitement as he swiftly fucked her mouth, jerking his stiff prick lustily back and forth. Then, when it happened, she was totally unprepared for it. There was a hot sting of liquid against the back of her throat, and then suddenly Daddy was flooding her mouth with boiling cream.
"Awwwwwww, fuckin' Christ, eat it," he roared, "I'm coming, awwwwww!"
Kristi hadn't been prepared for a blast of that size. All of a sudden her cheeks were bulging with her dad's flooding jism. The sizzling liquid was spurting from the corners of her lips and running down her face. She had way more come than she could handle. Frantically, she started gulping the delicious cream, but as fast as she gobbled it, he filled her mouth with more.
"Awwwwww, fuckin' shit, unnnhhhhh!" he bellowed.
"Unnnhhh," Kristi moaned, "uummmm." Kelly was so entranced by the sight that for a moment she forgot to masturbate. Daddy was shooting a huge load of cream into Kristi's mouth, actually fucking her mouth, and she was doing her best to gulp it all. But her best wasn't good enough, and a lot of the thick hot cream was dribbling from the corners of her lips. At last, Daddy slumped back with a satisfied moan. "Sugar, that was fantastic!" he sighed. His wet cock slipped from her mouth, and Kristi dazedly licked her lips and wiped her face. Now she knew what it was like when guys came. She'd sucked her first cock, eaten her first load of jizz. Maybe she hadn't done a perfect job, but it sure had been exciting.
"I'm glad you liked it, Daddy," she said. "Do you want me to do it again?"
Dean chuckled. "I better rest before we do something like that again, or I'm likely to have a heart attack. So why don't you run along to bed now, honey, and we'll have a nice long talk about this tomorrow?"
Kristi's face fell. "But, Daddy," she pouted, "we were just starting to have fun. And I still feel so horny, I know I won't be able to get to sleep."
Dean scolded himself for thinking only about his own satisfaction. The poor kid had to be horny as hell by now. She was sitting there with her legs slightly parted, and he could see the thick cream flowing from her virgin cunt mouth. That was a sign of arousal that no female could fake.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said affectionately. "I'll get you off. We'll make sure you have a nice sound sleep."
Watching from her hiding place, Kelly burned with envy. She wished she had an attractive man to get her off, but she was just going to have to depend on her faithful fingers. She caught her clit between thumb and forefinger, kneading it gently but steadily, and she almost whimpered with need.
Meanwhile, Daddy arranged Kristi on her back, knees bent, thighs spread wide open. Her light-pink juicy cunt slit glistened in the light of the room. Daddy stuck out his thick middle finger, made it rigid, and began to insert it in her cunt. Kristi let out a shrill squeal of excite-ment which changed to a husky gurgle as Daddy pushed his finger into her.
"Ooooooh, shit, yesssss!" she cried, clawing the thick fur bedspread.
Dean felt her molten cream spurting all around his finger as he slid it into her. He imagined that scalding cream all around his cock, and he shivered lustily. He started finger-fucking her in quick stiff strokes, and she whimpered ecstatically, her pretty face twisting into a lusty grimace.
"Ooooooh, fuck, Daddy, I love it!" she squealed.
Abruptly, Kelly came. She took herself by surprise as her kneading fingers created a hot explosion of pleasure that thundered through her body. If Kristi hadn't been making so much noise, she and Daddy would have heard Kelly's helpless hoarse moan as she tumbled to the carpeted floor of the bathroom and rolled around, her body shaken by hot orgasmic convulsions.
"Ohhhhh, fuck ohhhhh, whahhhhhh!" she moaned.
Then, as her spasms faded, she went abso-lutely still. Had they heard her? Had they seen movements in the dim bathroom? Kelly held her breath.